The Penny Brides, all afluff and aflutter, they were surprised to see Josephine in the bed house.
She rarely came back there, even when there was a new girl to introduce.
The heel-toe boot beat sounded so pointy. It was a hurting sound. Rattled the lovely Betties a bit.
They were treated very well here. They did what they came to do and got paid more than any other bed they’d filled. It was good here.
There was a tension tonight. All clients were held off for a tick while Josephine inspected. What was she looking for? Even the King herself didn’t know but she knew she’d find the answer to the question asking somewhere between the crisp white softness and the hard wood hardwood.
She liked the smell of the bounce, Josephine did. Powdery. Dusty vanilla and cherry red air. The curves were so nice. Women who owned some round, that’s the ideal in her head. She owned it herself so maybe it was just familiar.
She summoned them, all the lovely Betty Bettes to the lounge. Relax.
She left them there with the fire and the booze, told them to pour and warm for a bit while she walked out of the middle of their soft and sweet. They’re quite clean, she pondered.
Her Asking Betty’s room was just as neat as it should be. Josephine was there for the mess. She knew it would be hidden. Is it a mess if it doesn’t show? It’s gonna be, she thought.
Paper, paper. Notes. Scribbles and scrawls. There it was, a declaration of love with a tag on the end. If you find out about your boss. ...la la la... Don’t be careless.... la dee la da...warning from an outsider daring to be in.
Tra la la la la.
It was in a healthy hand, a man’s hand for sure. She knew him. She knew his name, social, address. She now knew he was a numbskull, a nincompooop.
She found the date he’d circled for her, the one where he’d show again for a sweet fuck and a fortune of favor.
What do you know. That’s tomorrow.
Josephine knew who waited for him...
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