Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

"Should I ask them? The other girls? You know them better than I do." I've tried to befriend them but... well, it's pretty clear why they're not really interested. Middle-class country girl with a rich daddy, coming in to help'em all. Plus, if they've had the same kind of experiences as Brianne with their previous... employers, I can see a bit of distrust in general.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne shrugs. "What do you want, girl? Do what's right for you."

[Bethany]

Bethany groans, laying her head back on the pillows and staring up at the ceiling. What's right for me... How can I possibly answer that? "I have no idea what's right for me. Sometimes... sometimes I feel like there was a mistake. That I was supposed to have died and my sister live. Like I don't belong."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne makes a sympathetic noise. "If it were me, I'd take on as many clients as I could. Prove I could hack it. Take the real nasty ones, too, just to prove I'm as good as the other girls. But I'm imisian, so I hafta do shit like that. Yer not. You could just go home."

[Bethany]

But... what would that actually do? "Is that... is that what would help? I... I want to be useful, to feel like I helped. But I want it to be real. I don't just want to... I don't know. I think I have to accept that I'm not going to be... best friends here. That's not what you all need, that's just me being selfish. I'll take clients if it works out well, a female wanting vanilla, but I won't plan for it. I'm just not good enough at it to be worth the time."

[GamesMaster]

"In Coalside, ya only get respect ya earn. Ya have ta prove yourself before ya get respect. Iffin yer not willing to do the needful, mayhap ye'll run when the Guard come sniffing. So yah, I gotta prove m'self. But mayhap ya don't care much about what we think of ya." 

[Bethany]

Oh. Damnit. "Even if it's not practical? Or..." Bethany thumps her head against the pillow a few times. "So it'd be better for me to do a month of whoring and get like three whole clients and cost us all coin?"

[GamesMaster]

"Nah. then yer that selfish bitch." Brianne shrugs. "I started out with kiddie-fuckers and graduated into pain. Giving and taking. Neither is really my thing but I do it. It's a job."

[Bethany]

"Great," Bethany moans, her stomach churning. Her eyes close tightly as she tries to fight back tears. "...if I mostly do the costumes... and... some pain stuff... do you think that'll be enough?" she finally whispers. I can't do the age thing. I can't risk that coming back on Dad. I just can't. "If I don't take any share at all unless I hit a certain amount or something?"

[GamesMaster]

Brianne nods. "Pain play is real common. That gets you more options, yah. Just gotta make sure ya keep an eye on it."

[Bethany]

"What... what kind of... levels are there?" Bethany asks hesitantly. "I mean, how much pain is in... the play?"

[GamesMaster]

"Howevermuch the client wants, I guess. Some like a bit of spanking, or hair-pulling. Some go for choking, hitting. Iffin they want knives you negotiate an extra fee, that's real hardcore stuff. Paddles and whips, maybe, if you borrow some. Biting. Slapping. It can all go either way: you hit them or they hit you."

[Bethany]

Bethany slowly turns her head to stare at Brianne. "What is wrong with people? Whips? Knives?"

[GamesMaster]

Brianne shrugs. "It gets people off."

[Bethany]

Maybe people like that shouldn't get to get off then. "Ugh, whatever. I can do spanking and hair pulling, maybe slapping and stuff but..." She shudders.