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Hatshepsut arrived at the brothel through a back door and was shown into one of the private rooms reserved for the establishment’s wealthiest and most influential clients. Nobody, not even the madam, had been told who she was, but the woman had been paid so well that she knew better than to ask questions. All she knew was that a noblewoman wished to hire one of her girls for at least several months, for which the brothel would be richly compensated.
The young Queen was dressed in a white silk kalisaris, though not much of it could be seen beneath the crimson cloak that not only covered her clothing but her mane of rich dark hair as well. Her face was covered by a golden net veil. She could see through it quite well. A bottle of fine wine and an array of delicacies sat upon the table beside her chair. She had asked her personal steward to find the best brothel in Cairo for her purpose and this one was indeed luxurious.
So far, she had seen nobody but the madam, but she could hear the music and merriment going on in the main room, mingled with the sultry sound of feminine laughter. Hatshepsut tried not to think of all the depraved things that went on here. Yet that was exactly why she had come … to procure a mistress for her depraved husband. She planned to set up the whore she chose as a noblewoman who would seduce the Pharaoh away from Neithotep H’Sheifa’s bed.
She planned to let the prostitute know what she was getting herself into, that she would have to put up with flogging and other kinds of physical abuse. Some whores specialized in those things and she suspected that any none of them would turn down a lucrative opportunity just because of a little discomfort. Most of them had probably experienced worse at the hands of their clients. Or so she hoped.
The Queen hoped to hire a beautiful woman who would not aspire to more than the handsome payment she would receive. She didn’t want an ambitious whore who would try to persuade Iahotep to rid himself of his wife and marry her instead. Hatshepsut didn’t think Iahotep was that stupid but men didn’t always think with their brains. Nor did she want one that had been forced into prostitution and hated her work. Selecting the right was going to be a tricky process.
The madam sent in one of her girls, but she didn’t impress Hatshepsut. Neither did the two who followed her. As she waited for the fourth candidate to walk through the door, she indulged in a flaky pastry and washed it down with a generous sip of wine.
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Hatshepsut arrived at the brothel through a back door and was shown into one of the private rooms reserved for the establishment’s wealthiest and most influential clients. Nobody, not even the madam, had been told who she was, but the woman had been paid so well that she knew better than to ask questions. All she knew was that a noblewoman wished to hire one of her girls for at least several months, for which the brothel would be richly compensated.
The young Queen was dressed in a white silk kalisaris, though not much of it could be seen beneath the crimson cloak that not only covered her clothing but her mane of rich dark hair as well. Her face was covered by a golden net veil. She could see through it quite well. A bottle of fine wine and an array of delicacies sat upon the table beside her chair. She had asked her personal steward to find the best brothel in Cairo for her purpose and this one was indeed luxurious.
So far, she had seen nobody but the madam, but she could hear the music and merriment going on in the main room, mingled with the sultry sound of feminine laughter. Hatshepsut tried not to think of all the depraved things that went on here. Yet that was exactly why she had come … to procure a mistress for her depraved husband. She planned to set up the whore she chose as a noblewoman who would seduce the Pharaoh away from Neithotep H’Sheifa’s bed.
She planned to let the prostitute know what she was getting herself into, that she would have to put up with flogging and other kinds of physical abuse. Some whores specialized in those things and she suspected that any none of them would turn down a lucrative opportunity just because of a little discomfort. Most of them had probably experienced worse at the hands of their clients. Or so she hoped.
The Queen hoped to hire a beautiful woman who would not aspire to more than the handsome payment she would receive. She didn’t want an ambitious whore who would try to persuade Iahotep to rid himself of his wife and marry her instead. Hatshepsut didn’t think Iahotep was that stupid but men didn’t always think with their brains. Nor did she want one that had been forced into prostitution and hated her work. Selecting the right was going to be a tricky process.
The madam sent in one of her girls, but she didn’t impress Hatshepsut. Neither did the two who followed her. As she waited for the fourth candidate to walk through the door, she indulged in a flaky pastry and washed it down with a generous sip of wine.
Hatshepsut arrived at the brothel through a back door and was shown into one of the private rooms reserved for the establishment’s wealthiest and most influential clients. Nobody, not even the madam, had been told who she was, but the woman had been paid so well that she knew better than to ask questions. All she knew was that a noblewoman wished to hire one of her girls for at least several months, for which the brothel would be richly compensated.
The young Queen was dressed in a white silk kalisaris, though not much of it could be seen beneath the crimson cloak that not only covered her clothing but her mane of rich dark hair as well. Her face was covered by a golden net veil. She could see through it quite well. A bottle of fine wine and an array of delicacies sat upon the table beside her chair. She had asked her personal steward to find the best brothel in Cairo for her purpose and this one was indeed luxurious.
So far, she had seen nobody but the madam, but she could hear the music and merriment going on in the main room, mingled with the sultry sound of feminine laughter. Hatshepsut tried not to think of all the depraved things that went on here. Yet that was exactly why she had come … to procure a mistress for her depraved husband. She planned to set up the whore she chose as a noblewoman who would seduce the Pharaoh away from Neithotep H’Sheifa’s bed.
She planned to let the prostitute know what she was getting herself into, that she would have to put up with flogging and other kinds of physical abuse. Some whores specialized in those things and she suspected that any none of them would turn down a lucrative opportunity just because of a little discomfort. Most of them had probably experienced worse at the hands of their clients. Or so she hoped.
The Queen hoped to hire a beautiful woman who would not aspire to more than the handsome payment she would receive. She didn’t want an ambitious whore who would try to persuade Iahotep to rid himself of his wife and marry her instead. Hatshepsut didn’t think Iahotep was that stupid but men didn’t always think with their brains. Nor did she want one that had been forced into prostitution and hated her work. Selecting the right was going to be a tricky process.
The madam sent in one of her girls, but she didn’t impress Hatshepsut. Neither did the two who followed her. As she waited for the fourth candidate to walk through the door, she indulged in a flaky pastry and washed it down with a generous sip of wine.
Something had been going on at the brothel all morning and Deshra was determined to figure out what it could possibly be. It was all very subtle, but Deshira could see the signs. It was early in the day, and they had only a handful of customers in all morning. Despite that girls who hadn't been picked by the customers kept disappearing for a few moments, the reappearing looking distinctly unrattled. If Deshra had not been the kind to keep strict tabs on any anomalies, she might not have even noticed.
Deshra, however, was curious by nature. Paying attention to these kinds of details was how she had gotten this far in life. She was a slave at a high-end brothel with discerning clientele, instead of stuck in the run down dockside whore house where she had been born. Deshra didn't change from her normal behavior while trying to figure out what was going on. She lounged on one of the low couches while one of the other girls sang for them. She could hold a tune well enough but Deshra had always found her tone a little breathy.
As far as Deshra could tell it had to be someone wealthy in order to have so many girls sent to his room. Not to mention the fact that they were maintaining some sort of secrecy by not coming in the main door. If they weren't charging some sort of fee to keep that privacy then Deshra didn't think very highly of her current owner's business sense. She also knew that this man was picky as he had already sent back three girls seemingly untouched. Deshra stood to make her way over towards the table with the wine, trying to pick up any gossip from the girls who had returned. She was intercepted on the way there by the madam who was looking somewhat displeased. As far as Deshra could tell, she almost always looked like that, “Come with me, Deshra," she said brusquely, then turned towards the back. Deshra followed the woman without comment to a room near the back door to the brothel
The madam led Deshra into the room where she saw the waiting client. A woman. Deshra concealed her shock well, but couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the madam. The madam knew that Deshra didn't normally service women. Not that this woman looked much like she was up for much of that nature, covered head, toe, and face. Although Deshra wouldn't be surprised if a woman seeking this kind of companionship wanted to keep her identity under wraps. Especially if she was a member of the nobility.
The madam curtseyed to the woman. "Let me present Deshra, my lady. I hope you find her more to your liking” Deshra copied the madam’s gesture, lowering her eyes to the ground. She would not speak until spoken to. With any luck, this client might find her us unappealing as the others and she might continue to be able to say that she did not service women.
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Something had been going on at the brothel all morning and Deshra was determined to figure out what it could possibly be. It was all very subtle, but Deshira could see the signs. It was early in the day, and they had only a handful of customers in all morning. Despite that girls who hadn't been picked by the customers kept disappearing for a few moments, the reappearing looking distinctly unrattled. If Deshra had not been the kind to keep strict tabs on any anomalies, she might not have even noticed.
Deshra, however, was curious by nature. Paying attention to these kinds of details was how she had gotten this far in life. She was a slave at a high-end brothel with discerning clientele, instead of stuck in the run down dockside whore house where she had been born. Deshra didn't change from her normal behavior while trying to figure out what was going on. She lounged on one of the low couches while one of the other girls sang for them. She could hold a tune well enough but Deshra had always found her tone a little breathy.
As far as Deshra could tell it had to be someone wealthy in order to have so many girls sent to his room. Not to mention the fact that they were maintaining some sort of secrecy by not coming in the main door. If they weren't charging some sort of fee to keep that privacy then Deshra didn't think very highly of her current owner's business sense. She also knew that this man was picky as he had already sent back three girls seemingly untouched. Deshra stood to make her way over towards the table with the wine, trying to pick up any gossip from the girls who had returned. She was intercepted on the way there by the madam who was looking somewhat displeased. As far as Deshra could tell, she almost always looked like that, “Come with me, Deshra," she said brusquely, then turned towards the back. Deshra followed the woman without comment to a room near the back door to the brothel
The madam led Deshra into the room where she saw the waiting client. A woman. Deshra concealed her shock well, but couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the madam. The madam knew that Deshra didn't normally service women. Not that this woman looked much like she was up for much of that nature, covered head, toe, and face. Although Deshra wouldn't be surprised if a woman seeking this kind of companionship wanted to keep her identity under wraps. Especially if she was a member of the nobility.
The madam curtseyed to the woman. "Let me present Deshra, my lady. I hope you find her more to your liking” Deshra copied the madam’s gesture, lowering her eyes to the ground. She would not speak until spoken to. With any luck, this client might find her us unappealing as the others and she might continue to be able to say that she did not service women.
Something had been going on at the brothel all morning and Deshra was determined to figure out what it could possibly be. It was all very subtle, but Deshira could see the signs. It was early in the day, and they had only a handful of customers in all morning. Despite that girls who hadn't been picked by the customers kept disappearing for a few moments, the reappearing looking distinctly unrattled. If Deshra had not been the kind to keep strict tabs on any anomalies, she might not have even noticed.
Deshra, however, was curious by nature. Paying attention to these kinds of details was how she had gotten this far in life. She was a slave at a high-end brothel with discerning clientele, instead of stuck in the run down dockside whore house where she had been born. Deshra didn't change from her normal behavior while trying to figure out what was going on. She lounged on one of the low couches while one of the other girls sang for them. She could hold a tune well enough but Deshra had always found her tone a little breathy.
As far as Deshra could tell it had to be someone wealthy in order to have so many girls sent to his room. Not to mention the fact that they were maintaining some sort of secrecy by not coming in the main door. If they weren't charging some sort of fee to keep that privacy then Deshra didn't think very highly of her current owner's business sense. She also knew that this man was picky as he had already sent back three girls seemingly untouched. Deshra stood to make her way over towards the table with the wine, trying to pick up any gossip from the girls who had returned. She was intercepted on the way there by the madam who was looking somewhat displeased. As far as Deshra could tell, she almost always looked like that, “Come with me, Deshra," she said brusquely, then turned towards the back. Deshra followed the woman without comment to a room near the back door to the brothel
The madam led Deshra into the room where she saw the waiting client. A woman. Deshra concealed her shock well, but couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the madam. The madam knew that Deshra didn't normally service women. Not that this woman looked much like she was up for much of that nature, covered head, toe, and face. Although Deshra wouldn't be surprised if a woman seeking this kind of companionship wanted to keep her identity under wraps. Especially if she was a member of the nobility.
The madam curtseyed to the woman. "Let me present Deshra, my lady. I hope you find her more to your liking” Deshra copied the madam’s gesture, lowering her eyes to the ground. She would not speak until spoken to. With any luck, this client might find her us unappealing as the others and she might continue to be able to say that she did not service women.
The next woman that the madam brought in was much prettier than the previous three prostitutes that Hatshepsut had interviewed. The color of her hair and its texture were striking and unusual. She knew that Iahotep would be intrigued by that lovely red hue and would have to find out whether all her hair was that color. The young Queen blushed beneath her veil at that notion; she didn’t generally think about such things. But she needed to now, as it was imperative that someone divert her husband’s attention from the noblewomen. Neithotep H’Sheifa was probably only the first. Eventually he would tire of her and prey on another beautiful young woman from another of the Heis... or perhaps one of Neithotep's own sisters.
She was probably not the only queen to have this problem. A pharaoh was obliged to listen the Council about affairs of state, but they had no say in his private life. He could have any woman he fancied and no one could stop him. Fidelity wasn’t an issue as it was in most kingdoms. Affairs were expected and even encouraged, and a woman was not expected to be a virgin on her wedding night. Having one sexual partner or several was a personal choice.
Until it wasn’t. Iahtotep had taken Neithotep without her consent. Any other man, noble or common, would be punished severely or executed for rape, but the Pharaoh was above the law. Hatshepsut would not not have interfered if a noblewoman had willingly gone to his bed. That would have been none of her business. Assault of the women under her protection was. She wondered how previous Queens had handled this dilemma. She couldn’t ask her mother, because, to her knowledge, her father had only strayed once and Isetheperu had not known until recently about his tryst with Sirdsett H’Sheifa and the son that had been born from that encounter.
This redhead … Deshra … would attract Iahotep with her looks alone. Hatshepsut dared to hope that she would suit her purposes. She was respectful, curtsying as the madam had done. She had probably been taught to lower her eyes to her customers, for she certainly didn’t know that she was in the presence of her Queen.
Hatshepsut nodded to the madam and she curtsied again and left the room. “Greetings, Deshra,” she said formally, disguising her voice so that it sounded lower. It was most likely an unnecessary precaution as prostitutes had probably never heard her speak. Still, she couldn’t be too careful.
She did not offer the woman a seat. “You must be wondering why you’re here. I’m looking for a mistress for my husband, a woman who can seduce him and keep him happy in bed. If you are chosen, you will be working for me for several months, perhaps even years, and you will be paid handsomely for your efforts. I will also provide you with a house, clothing, and whatever else you may need as long as you can hold his attention.
“Is this a position you would be interested in? If so, what traits do you possess that makes you more qualified for this assignment than your coworkers? When you answer, don't lower your eyes. Look me in the face."
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The next woman that the madam brought in was much prettier than the previous three prostitutes that Hatshepsut had interviewed. The color of her hair and its texture were striking and unusual. She knew that Iahotep would be intrigued by that lovely red hue and would have to find out whether all her hair was that color. The young Queen blushed beneath her veil at that notion; she didn’t generally think about such things. But she needed to now, as it was imperative that someone divert her husband’s attention from the noblewomen. Neithotep H’Sheifa was probably only the first. Eventually he would tire of her and prey on another beautiful young woman from another of the Heis... or perhaps one of Neithotep's own sisters.
She was probably not the only queen to have this problem. A pharaoh was obliged to listen the Council about affairs of state, but they had no say in his private life. He could have any woman he fancied and no one could stop him. Fidelity wasn’t an issue as it was in most kingdoms. Affairs were expected and even encouraged, and a woman was not expected to be a virgin on her wedding night. Having one sexual partner or several was a personal choice.
Until it wasn’t. Iahtotep had taken Neithotep without her consent. Any other man, noble or common, would be punished severely or executed for rape, but the Pharaoh was above the law. Hatshepsut would not not have interfered if a noblewoman had willingly gone to his bed. That would have been none of her business. Assault of the women under her protection was. She wondered how previous Queens had handled this dilemma. She couldn’t ask her mother, because, to her knowledge, her father had only strayed once and Isetheperu had not known until recently about his tryst with Sirdsett H’Sheifa and the son that had been born from that encounter.
This redhead … Deshra … would attract Iahotep with her looks alone. Hatshepsut dared to hope that she would suit her purposes. She was respectful, curtsying as the madam had done. She had probably been taught to lower her eyes to her customers, for she certainly didn’t know that she was in the presence of her Queen.
Hatshepsut nodded to the madam and she curtsied again and left the room. “Greetings, Deshra,” she said formally, disguising her voice so that it sounded lower. It was most likely an unnecessary precaution as prostitutes had probably never heard her speak. Still, she couldn’t be too careful.
She did not offer the woman a seat. “You must be wondering why you’re here. I’m looking for a mistress for my husband, a woman who can seduce him and keep him happy in bed. If you are chosen, you will be working for me for several months, perhaps even years, and you will be paid handsomely for your efforts. I will also provide you with a house, clothing, and whatever else you may need as long as you can hold his attention.
“Is this a position you would be interested in? If so, what traits do you possess that makes you more qualified for this assignment than your coworkers? When you answer, don't lower your eyes. Look me in the face."
The next woman that the madam brought in was much prettier than the previous three prostitutes that Hatshepsut had interviewed. The color of her hair and its texture were striking and unusual. She knew that Iahotep would be intrigued by that lovely red hue and would have to find out whether all her hair was that color. The young Queen blushed beneath her veil at that notion; she didn’t generally think about such things. But she needed to now, as it was imperative that someone divert her husband’s attention from the noblewomen. Neithotep H’Sheifa was probably only the first. Eventually he would tire of her and prey on another beautiful young woman from another of the Heis... or perhaps one of Neithotep's own sisters.
She was probably not the only queen to have this problem. A pharaoh was obliged to listen the Council about affairs of state, but they had no say in his private life. He could have any woman he fancied and no one could stop him. Fidelity wasn’t an issue as it was in most kingdoms. Affairs were expected and even encouraged, and a woman was not expected to be a virgin on her wedding night. Having one sexual partner or several was a personal choice.
Until it wasn’t. Iahtotep had taken Neithotep without her consent. Any other man, noble or common, would be punished severely or executed for rape, but the Pharaoh was above the law. Hatshepsut would not not have interfered if a noblewoman had willingly gone to his bed. That would have been none of her business. Assault of the women under her protection was. She wondered how previous Queens had handled this dilemma. She couldn’t ask her mother, because, to her knowledge, her father had only strayed once and Isetheperu had not known until recently about his tryst with Sirdsett H’Sheifa and the son that had been born from that encounter.
This redhead … Deshra … would attract Iahotep with her looks alone. Hatshepsut dared to hope that she would suit her purposes. She was respectful, curtsying as the madam had done. She had probably been taught to lower her eyes to her customers, for she certainly didn’t know that she was in the presence of her Queen.
Hatshepsut nodded to the madam and she curtsied again and left the room. “Greetings, Deshra,” she said formally, disguising her voice so that it sounded lower. It was most likely an unnecessary precaution as prostitutes had probably never heard her speak. Still, she couldn’t be too careful.
She did not offer the woman a seat. “You must be wondering why you’re here. I’m looking for a mistress for my husband, a woman who can seduce him and keep him happy in bed. If you are chosen, you will be working for me for several months, perhaps even years, and you will be paid handsomely for your efforts. I will also provide you with a house, clothing, and whatever else you may need as long as you can hold his attention.
“Is this a position you would be interested in? If so, what traits do you possess that makes you more qualified for this assignment than your coworkers? When you answer, don't lower your eyes. Look me in the face."
Well this was certainly not what Deshra expected when she was called into the back room after a parade of other girls. She had certainly heard of girls being hired as long term mistresses in order to keep some rich nobleman or another happy and live in their homes. But a wife hiring a mistress for her husband, that was another thing entirely. She couldn’t imagine why a woman might want to hire a rival for her own affections, or at the very least her own influence, but if she knew anything about rich people, it was that they all had their own peculiarities that they could afford to pay people to fulfill. This noblewoman, however, hadn’t even said mistress, had she, she said she needed Deshra to seduce him. Perhaps she needed to provide some evidence that her husband was unfaithful, but for the life of her, Deshra couldn’t figure out why. In Egyptian culture, husbands were not expected to remain faithful to their wives, so such evidence would hardly be worth hiring a whore to obtain.
Deshra grinned a bit as the woman asked her to look her in the eyes. It made her feel powerful, almost defiant and Deshra loved it. She never had much control over what happened in her life so she relished even just a moment of feeling like she had some power. There was fire behind her eyes as she met those of the woman’s staring out from behind the veil.
It wasn’t often that Deshra had to make her case in words, so she didn’t have much prepared to defend how she would do well at such a job. She had never considered that such a job might even exist before now, so she had no words prepared to make an argument to be hired for such a job. “Well I’ve had no complaints so far,” Deshra said, adding a grin to the end of her sentence. Her eyes flashed down and back up, almost habitually. She was much more used to having to make her argument through body language. Had she not felt so awkward that it was a woman in front of her, she might have sidled closer or rearranged her shift to reveal a collarbone or a flash of her breast. But with a woman, those things didn’t work.
It was true that she could hold up her end of a conversation, but it was so awkward trying to have it without the inherent flirting that always came along with her job. She attempted to refocus and imagine the woman as if he were one of those men who ended up hiring her just to talk. She brought a hand to her hip and smiled with only one side of her mouth as she looked back at the woman. “Well...I suppose I’ve always been interested in being paid to seduce a man. I do like a challenge.” Deshra tilted her head to the side considering the rest of the question. “I expect you would like some proof that I’m up to the task. You can ask Tassos about my history of happy customers. Or..” Deshra’s eyes took on a mischievous glint. “I could always seduce someone while you watch if that’s your pleasure.”
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Well this was certainly not what Deshra expected when she was called into the back room after a parade of other girls. She had certainly heard of girls being hired as long term mistresses in order to keep some rich nobleman or another happy and live in their homes. But a wife hiring a mistress for her husband, that was another thing entirely. She couldn’t imagine why a woman might want to hire a rival for her own affections, or at the very least her own influence, but if she knew anything about rich people, it was that they all had their own peculiarities that they could afford to pay people to fulfill. This noblewoman, however, hadn’t even said mistress, had she, she said she needed Deshra to seduce him. Perhaps she needed to provide some evidence that her husband was unfaithful, but for the life of her, Deshra couldn’t figure out why. In Egyptian culture, husbands were not expected to remain faithful to their wives, so such evidence would hardly be worth hiring a whore to obtain.
Deshra grinned a bit as the woman asked her to look her in the eyes. It made her feel powerful, almost defiant and Deshra loved it. She never had much control over what happened in her life so she relished even just a moment of feeling like she had some power. There was fire behind her eyes as she met those of the woman’s staring out from behind the veil.
It wasn’t often that Deshra had to make her case in words, so she didn’t have much prepared to defend how she would do well at such a job. She had never considered that such a job might even exist before now, so she had no words prepared to make an argument to be hired for such a job. “Well I’ve had no complaints so far,” Deshra said, adding a grin to the end of her sentence. Her eyes flashed down and back up, almost habitually. She was much more used to having to make her argument through body language. Had she not felt so awkward that it was a woman in front of her, she might have sidled closer or rearranged her shift to reveal a collarbone or a flash of her breast. But with a woman, those things didn’t work.
It was true that she could hold up her end of a conversation, but it was so awkward trying to have it without the inherent flirting that always came along with her job. She attempted to refocus and imagine the woman as if he were one of those men who ended up hiring her just to talk. She brought a hand to her hip and smiled with only one side of her mouth as she looked back at the woman. “Well...I suppose I’ve always been interested in being paid to seduce a man. I do like a challenge.” Deshra tilted her head to the side considering the rest of the question. “I expect you would like some proof that I’m up to the task. You can ask Tassos about my history of happy customers. Or..” Deshra’s eyes took on a mischievous glint. “I could always seduce someone while you watch if that’s your pleasure.”
Well this was certainly not what Deshra expected when she was called into the back room after a parade of other girls. She had certainly heard of girls being hired as long term mistresses in order to keep some rich nobleman or another happy and live in their homes. But a wife hiring a mistress for her husband, that was another thing entirely. She couldn’t imagine why a woman might want to hire a rival for her own affections, or at the very least her own influence, but if she knew anything about rich people, it was that they all had their own peculiarities that they could afford to pay people to fulfill. This noblewoman, however, hadn’t even said mistress, had she, she said she needed Deshra to seduce him. Perhaps she needed to provide some evidence that her husband was unfaithful, but for the life of her, Deshra couldn’t figure out why. In Egyptian culture, husbands were not expected to remain faithful to their wives, so such evidence would hardly be worth hiring a whore to obtain.
Deshra grinned a bit as the woman asked her to look her in the eyes. It made her feel powerful, almost defiant and Deshra loved it. She never had much control over what happened in her life so she relished even just a moment of feeling like she had some power. There was fire behind her eyes as she met those of the woman’s staring out from behind the veil.
It wasn’t often that Deshra had to make her case in words, so she didn’t have much prepared to defend how she would do well at such a job. She had never considered that such a job might even exist before now, so she had no words prepared to make an argument to be hired for such a job. “Well I’ve had no complaints so far,” Deshra said, adding a grin to the end of her sentence. Her eyes flashed down and back up, almost habitually. She was much more used to having to make her argument through body language. Had she not felt so awkward that it was a woman in front of her, she might have sidled closer or rearranged her shift to reveal a collarbone or a flash of her breast. But with a woman, those things didn’t work.
It was true that she could hold up her end of a conversation, but it was so awkward trying to have it without the inherent flirting that always came along with her job. She attempted to refocus and imagine the woman as if he were one of those men who ended up hiring her just to talk. She brought a hand to her hip and smiled with only one side of her mouth as she looked back at the woman. “Well...I suppose I’ve always been interested in being paid to seduce a man. I do like a challenge.” Deshra tilted her head to the side considering the rest of the question. “I expect you would like some proof that I’m up to the task. You can ask Tassos about my history of happy customers. Or..” Deshra’s eyes took on a mischievous glint. “I could always seduce someone while you watch if that’s your pleasure.”
Deshra was the only prostitute so far who had looked Hatshepsut in the face more than a few short seconds. The beautiful redhead had spunk, a trait that was necessary to keep Iahotep's affections. He would like her grin and the fire in her eyes. Would she be so bold if she knew the identity of the woman who wished to hire her? Probably not, nor should she be. The young Queen was accustomed to deference and expected it. Now, though, she was masquerading as a noblewoman. There were a limited number of those in Egypt, but she had not said where she was from. She could be foreign as far as anyone in the brothel knew. Foreign nobles were not unheard of in Egypt.
Hatshepsut’s eyes never left Deshra’s as she explained that she wished to hire a mistress for her husband. The woman didn’t seem overly surprised. One of the other whores had been so shocked that her mouth had practically fallen to the floor. Another had asked why, which had immediately disqualified her as a candidate for Iahotep’s bed. It appeared to be an unusual request, though she didn’t understand why. Fidelity was not practiced in Egypt. It was completely normal for both husbands and wives to take lovers, as long as the woman didn’t get pregnant by them.
Noblewomen didn’t generally marry for love. The wealthier commoners probably didn’t either. A woman who didn’t enjoy her husband’s attention was probably grateful that his mistress kept him away from her. Some of them had ugly, stupid, or otherwise disagreeable spouses who no woman in her right mind would sleep with unless she was paid for it. Maybe the kind of request she had made was more common in the less exclusive brothels, as there were likely few wives who were willing to spend a fortune to keep their husbands sexually satisfied. Or perhaps she had been the first to come up with the idea.
Hatshepsut blushed beneath her veil when Deshra claimed she had never had a single complaint. That was a good thing, no matter how uncomfortable it made the Queen. If a whore was not good at her job, then she would certainly not be able to seduce a jaded man like Iahotep. She sensed the redhead’s awkwardness but did or said nothing to make her feel at ease. This entire interview was a test and so far, Deshra was doing quite well. A small smile curved her lips at the prostitute’s saucy smile and posture. So far so good.
That she liked a good challenge was also a plus. The Pharaoh was as challenging as they came. Deshra’s offer to let her watch while she seduced a man deepened her blush. Hatshepsut could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. “That will not be necessary. If I need references, I can ask the madam to provide them for me.” Hatshepsut kept her voice steady, drawing on those lessons her mother had given her on controlling her emotions.
“Although this job will be long-term, it will not be permanent. Eventually I will ask you to end your relationship with my husband so that he will no longer desire your company. How will you turn his affection away from you?” This question was one of the most important. Whores were paid to seduce men, not to turn them off. The other candidates had been completely speechless and that was the main reason she had sent them away.
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Deshra was the only prostitute so far who had looked Hatshepsut in the face more than a few short seconds. The beautiful redhead had spunk, a trait that was necessary to keep Iahotep's affections. He would like her grin and the fire in her eyes. Would she be so bold if she knew the identity of the woman who wished to hire her? Probably not, nor should she be. The young Queen was accustomed to deference and expected it. Now, though, she was masquerading as a noblewoman. There were a limited number of those in Egypt, but she had not said where she was from. She could be foreign as far as anyone in the brothel knew. Foreign nobles were not unheard of in Egypt.
Hatshepsut’s eyes never left Deshra’s as she explained that she wished to hire a mistress for her husband. The woman didn’t seem overly surprised. One of the other whores had been so shocked that her mouth had practically fallen to the floor. Another had asked why, which had immediately disqualified her as a candidate for Iahotep’s bed. It appeared to be an unusual request, though she didn’t understand why. Fidelity was not practiced in Egypt. It was completely normal for both husbands and wives to take lovers, as long as the woman didn’t get pregnant by them.
Noblewomen didn’t generally marry for love. The wealthier commoners probably didn’t either. A woman who didn’t enjoy her husband’s attention was probably grateful that his mistress kept him away from her. Some of them had ugly, stupid, or otherwise disagreeable spouses who no woman in her right mind would sleep with unless she was paid for it. Maybe the kind of request she had made was more common in the less exclusive brothels, as there were likely few wives who were willing to spend a fortune to keep their husbands sexually satisfied. Or perhaps she had been the first to come up with the idea.
Hatshepsut blushed beneath her veil when Deshra claimed she had never had a single complaint. That was a good thing, no matter how uncomfortable it made the Queen. If a whore was not good at her job, then she would certainly not be able to seduce a jaded man like Iahotep. She sensed the redhead’s awkwardness but did or said nothing to make her feel at ease. This entire interview was a test and so far, Deshra was doing quite well. A small smile curved her lips at the prostitute’s saucy smile and posture. So far so good.
That she liked a good challenge was also a plus. The Pharaoh was as challenging as they came. Deshra’s offer to let her watch while she seduced a man deepened her blush. Hatshepsut could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. “That will not be necessary. If I need references, I can ask the madam to provide them for me.” Hatshepsut kept her voice steady, drawing on those lessons her mother had given her on controlling her emotions.
“Although this job will be long-term, it will not be permanent. Eventually I will ask you to end your relationship with my husband so that he will no longer desire your company. How will you turn his affection away from you?” This question was one of the most important. Whores were paid to seduce men, not to turn them off. The other candidates had been completely speechless and that was the main reason she had sent them away.
Deshra was the only prostitute so far who had looked Hatshepsut in the face more than a few short seconds. The beautiful redhead had spunk, a trait that was necessary to keep Iahotep's affections. He would like her grin and the fire in her eyes. Would she be so bold if she knew the identity of the woman who wished to hire her? Probably not, nor should she be. The young Queen was accustomed to deference and expected it. Now, though, she was masquerading as a noblewoman. There were a limited number of those in Egypt, but she had not said where she was from. She could be foreign as far as anyone in the brothel knew. Foreign nobles were not unheard of in Egypt.
Hatshepsut’s eyes never left Deshra’s as she explained that she wished to hire a mistress for her husband. The woman didn’t seem overly surprised. One of the other whores had been so shocked that her mouth had practically fallen to the floor. Another had asked why, which had immediately disqualified her as a candidate for Iahotep’s bed. It appeared to be an unusual request, though she didn’t understand why. Fidelity was not practiced in Egypt. It was completely normal for both husbands and wives to take lovers, as long as the woman didn’t get pregnant by them.
Noblewomen didn’t generally marry for love. The wealthier commoners probably didn’t either. A woman who didn’t enjoy her husband’s attention was probably grateful that his mistress kept him away from her. Some of them had ugly, stupid, or otherwise disagreeable spouses who no woman in her right mind would sleep with unless she was paid for it. Maybe the kind of request she had made was more common in the less exclusive brothels, as there were likely few wives who were willing to spend a fortune to keep their husbands sexually satisfied. Or perhaps she had been the first to come up with the idea.
Hatshepsut blushed beneath her veil when Deshra claimed she had never had a single complaint. That was a good thing, no matter how uncomfortable it made the Queen. If a whore was not good at her job, then she would certainly not be able to seduce a jaded man like Iahotep. She sensed the redhead’s awkwardness but did or said nothing to make her feel at ease. This entire interview was a test and so far, Deshra was doing quite well. A small smile curved her lips at the prostitute’s saucy smile and posture. So far so good.
That she liked a good challenge was also a plus. The Pharaoh was as challenging as they came. Deshra’s offer to let her watch while she seduced a man deepened her blush. Hatshepsut could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. “That will not be necessary. If I need references, I can ask the madam to provide them for me.” Hatshepsut kept her voice steady, drawing on those lessons her mother had given her on controlling her emotions.
“Although this job will be long-term, it will not be permanent. Eventually I will ask you to end your relationship with my husband so that he will no longer desire your company. How will you turn his affection away from you?” This question was one of the most important. Whores were paid to seduce men, not to turn them off. The other candidates had been completely speechless and that was the main reason she had sent them away.
At the woman’s response, Deshra grinned, confident that she had made the right impression on this woman. Could she hear that the woman was perhaps a bit scandalized by her responses, or was that just her imagination? The veil made it particularly hard to read the woman’s reactions. Perhaps she had been too confident because then came the question of how to get the man to leave her. That was not a request that Deshra had received before. Normally, she was only expected to gain and hold the attention of a man. She supposed she should have expected this from a wife who was hiring her for her husband. A woman never liked someone who was competing for the affection of her man. She supposed that whatever game those two were playing was meant to bring the two of them closer, which meant that at some point she’d have to leave.
Deshra frowned a bit, trying to work through this new problem. It wasn’t an easy question to answer. One couldn’t just reject a man, that often led to them trying even harder to pursue, as did becoming cold and aloof. “Maybe if I became too clingy,” she suggested tentatively. That might not be the answer the woman was looking for. It often worked for turning men off, but not always, and perhaps that could be alarming to his wife if she ultimately wanted him to leave. “I could always just leave.” For many men, it was that simple, out of sight out of mind. But on the other hand, it might turn into an obsession or a fantasy that no real person could compare to anymore. This wasn’t simple at all.
Deshra was uncomfortable with this whole line of questioning. She was used to being the expert in the room. Not being questioned on topics she had no knowledge of. She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her. “I don’t know what kind of answer you’re expecting from me. How am I supposed to know what will turn a man off if I don’t even know what he’s like?” Well, there went this opportunity. She had managed to lose her temper and completely ruined this opportunity for herself. Well, it had been nice to think that she might have been able to live the life of a rich woman, even if it was only for a few moments.
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At the woman’s response, Deshra grinned, confident that she had made the right impression on this woman. Could she hear that the woman was perhaps a bit scandalized by her responses, or was that just her imagination? The veil made it particularly hard to read the woman’s reactions. Perhaps she had been too confident because then came the question of how to get the man to leave her. That was not a request that Deshra had received before. Normally, she was only expected to gain and hold the attention of a man. She supposed she should have expected this from a wife who was hiring her for her husband. A woman never liked someone who was competing for the affection of her man. She supposed that whatever game those two were playing was meant to bring the two of them closer, which meant that at some point she’d have to leave.
Deshra frowned a bit, trying to work through this new problem. It wasn’t an easy question to answer. One couldn’t just reject a man, that often led to them trying even harder to pursue, as did becoming cold and aloof. “Maybe if I became too clingy,” she suggested tentatively. That might not be the answer the woman was looking for. It often worked for turning men off, but not always, and perhaps that could be alarming to his wife if she ultimately wanted him to leave. “I could always just leave.” For many men, it was that simple, out of sight out of mind. But on the other hand, it might turn into an obsession or a fantasy that no real person could compare to anymore. This wasn’t simple at all.
Deshra was uncomfortable with this whole line of questioning. She was used to being the expert in the room. Not being questioned on topics she had no knowledge of. She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her. “I don’t know what kind of answer you’re expecting from me. How am I supposed to know what will turn a man off if I don’t even know what he’s like?” Well, there went this opportunity. She had managed to lose her temper and completely ruined this opportunity for herself. Well, it had been nice to think that she might have been able to live the life of a rich woman, even if it was only for a few moments.
At the woman’s response, Deshra grinned, confident that she had made the right impression on this woman. Could she hear that the woman was perhaps a bit scandalized by her responses, or was that just her imagination? The veil made it particularly hard to read the woman’s reactions. Perhaps she had been too confident because then came the question of how to get the man to leave her. That was not a request that Deshra had received before. Normally, she was only expected to gain and hold the attention of a man. She supposed she should have expected this from a wife who was hiring her for her husband. A woman never liked someone who was competing for the affection of her man. She supposed that whatever game those two were playing was meant to bring the two of them closer, which meant that at some point she’d have to leave.
Deshra frowned a bit, trying to work through this new problem. It wasn’t an easy question to answer. One couldn’t just reject a man, that often led to them trying even harder to pursue, as did becoming cold and aloof. “Maybe if I became too clingy,” she suggested tentatively. That might not be the answer the woman was looking for. It often worked for turning men off, but not always, and perhaps that could be alarming to his wife if she ultimately wanted him to leave. “I could always just leave.” For many men, it was that simple, out of sight out of mind. But on the other hand, it might turn into an obsession or a fantasy that no real person could compare to anymore. This wasn’t simple at all.
Deshra was uncomfortable with this whole line of questioning. She was used to being the expert in the room. Not being questioned on topics she had no knowledge of. She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her. “I don’t know what kind of answer you’re expecting from me. How am I supposed to know what will turn a man off if I don’t even know what he’s like?” Well, there went this opportunity. She had managed to lose her temper and completely ruined this opportunity for herself. Well, it had been nice to think that she might have been able to live the life of a rich woman, even if it was only for a few moments.
Hatshepshut watched as a frown played across Deshra’s pretty features. None of the other whores had made it past this question. She rather hoped that this one would. There would be one more if she answered this one acceptable. The young Queen believed that Iahotep would like her and that she had the strength of character to keep his interest.
The assignment could be a long one if the H’Shiefa woman fell out of favor with the Pharaoh, which was what she wanted. Hatshepsut would not have interfered if Neithotep had been happy as his mistress. She was adamant about protecting the women of her kingdom from rape and abuse, and to give them opportunities that had previously been denied to them because of their gender. Whores seduced man for money and knew what they were getting into. She would come to their defense too if she discovered they were being abused.
Deshra sounded unsure about how to turn a man off, which was understandable since her job was turning them on. But she answered, and both of her suggestions were feasible. Hatshepsut didn’t think that Iahotep would appreciate a clingy lover, one who wanted to be with him all the time and was jealous of other women. Leaving was also possible. The whore she chose would be masquerading as a noblewoman. She would be dressed in fine clothes and wear wigs. It would be easy for her to disappear and go back to her old life. Hatshepsut could even fake the phony noblewoman’s death so that her husband would not search for her.
As the relationship progressed, other ways of quelling his interest might present themselves. The Queen would keep an eye on things and make certain that the prostitute she chose did not turn into a gold digger who wanted power and prestige for herself. She created her and she could also destroy her. Deshra seemed more interested in the money than in the man. Yet she had not been told yet who she was going to be paid to seduce.
“Your answer is satisfactory,” Hatshepsut said. “My husband is a cruel and violent man. He is fond of assaulting, beating, and flogging his mistresses. Can you handle that kind of treatment?”
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Hatshepshut watched as a frown played across Deshra’s pretty features. None of the other whores had made it past this question. She rather hoped that this one would. There would be one more if she answered this one acceptable. The young Queen believed that Iahotep would like her and that she had the strength of character to keep his interest.
The assignment could be a long one if the H’Shiefa woman fell out of favor with the Pharaoh, which was what she wanted. Hatshepsut would not have interfered if Neithotep had been happy as his mistress. She was adamant about protecting the women of her kingdom from rape and abuse, and to give them opportunities that had previously been denied to them because of their gender. Whores seduced man for money and knew what they were getting into. She would come to their defense too if she discovered they were being abused.
Deshra sounded unsure about how to turn a man off, which was understandable since her job was turning them on. But she answered, and both of her suggestions were feasible. Hatshepsut didn’t think that Iahotep would appreciate a clingy lover, one who wanted to be with him all the time and was jealous of other women. Leaving was also possible. The whore she chose would be masquerading as a noblewoman. She would be dressed in fine clothes and wear wigs. It would be easy for her to disappear and go back to her old life. Hatshepsut could even fake the phony noblewoman’s death so that her husband would not search for her.
As the relationship progressed, other ways of quelling his interest might present themselves. The Queen would keep an eye on things and make certain that the prostitute she chose did not turn into a gold digger who wanted power and prestige for herself. She created her and she could also destroy her. Deshra seemed more interested in the money than in the man. Yet she had not been told yet who she was going to be paid to seduce.
“Your answer is satisfactory,” Hatshepsut said. “My husband is a cruel and violent man. He is fond of assaulting, beating, and flogging his mistresses. Can you handle that kind of treatment?”
Hatshepshut watched as a frown played across Deshra’s pretty features. None of the other whores had made it past this question. She rather hoped that this one would. There would be one more if she answered this one acceptable. The young Queen believed that Iahotep would like her and that she had the strength of character to keep his interest.
The assignment could be a long one if the H’Shiefa woman fell out of favor with the Pharaoh, which was what she wanted. Hatshepsut would not have interfered if Neithotep had been happy as his mistress. She was adamant about protecting the women of her kingdom from rape and abuse, and to give them opportunities that had previously been denied to them because of their gender. Whores seduced man for money and knew what they were getting into. She would come to their defense too if she discovered they were being abused.
Deshra sounded unsure about how to turn a man off, which was understandable since her job was turning them on. But she answered, and both of her suggestions were feasible. Hatshepsut didn’t think that Iahotep would appreciate a clingy lover, one who wanted to be with him all the time and was jealous of other women. Leaving was also possible. The whore she chose would be masquerading as a noblewoman. She would be dressed in fine clothes and wear wigs. It would be easy for her to disappear and go back to her old life. Hatshepsut could even fake the phony noblewoman’s death so that her husband would not search for her.
As the relationship progressed, other ways of quelling his interest might present themselves. The Queen would keep an eye on things and make certain that the prostitute she chose did not turn into a gold digger who wanted power and prestige for herself. She created her and she could also destroy her. Deshra seemed more interested in the money than in the man. Yet she had not been told yet who she was going to be paid to seduce.
“Your answer is satisfactory,” Hatshepsut said. “My husband is a cruel and violent man. He is fond of assaulting, beating, and flogging his mistresses. Can you handle that kind of treatment?”
As Deshra heard of this woman’s husband’s cruelty the pieces began to fit together. Now this she could understand. This woman wanted her to seduce her husband in order to keep his attentions from her. Attentions that she did not entirely appreciate. Or perhaps he had appetites that she simply didn’t wish to indulge. That wasn’t for Deshra to judge, she wasn’t paid to have an opinion.
That this woman would even ask if Deshra was ok with a man who wanted to beat her, surprised her. She was getting paid for the job, what did it matter if it was what she wanted? Though she supposed there were those who might quit the job under such circumstances. Perhaps she wanted to avoid having to replace the person she hired for her husband. The idea that it might be out of concern for what Deshra might be ok with never crossed her mind.
Of course, Deshra was no stranger to such requests. It was something that could often earn a good deal of money. She didn’t much care, as long as they left no permanent damage, that would be the kind of thing that could harm her career, if they left her out of commission. Besides, sometimes she almost liked it, it was more interesting than the people who just wanted something quick and boring.
Deshra almost wished that she could say such a thing and shock this woman with the kinds of things she had done, but she was too invested in wanting this job now. No reason to alienate her. “I assure you. I can handle such things. I’m not inexperienced in those types of desires.” Deshra stated simply. She expected that that should be convincing enough. If her skill at impressing this woman was sufficient, she would soon be on her way to the easy life.
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As Deshra heard of this woman’s husband’s cruelty the pieces began to fit together. Now this she could understand. This woman wanted her to seduce her husband in order to keep his attentions from her. Attentions that she did not entirely appreciate. Or perhaps he had appetites that she simply didn’t wish to indulge. That wasn’t for Deshra to judge, she wasn’t paid to have an opinion.
That this woman would even ask if Deshra was ok with a man who wanted to beat her, surprised her. She was getting paid for the job, what did it matter if it was what she wanted? Though she supposed there were those who might quit the job under such circumstances. Perhaps she wanted to avoid having to replace the person she hired for her husband. The idea that it might be out of concern for what Deshra might be ok with never crossed her mind.
Of course, Deshra was no stranger to such requests. It was something that could often earn a good deal of money. She didn’t much care, as long as they left no permanent damage, that would be the kind of thing that could harm her career, if they left her out of commission. Besides, sometimes she almost liked it, it was more interesting than the people who just wanted something quick and boring.
Deshra almost wished that she could say such a thing and shock this woman with the kinds of things she had done, but she was too invested in wanting this job now. No reason to alienate her. “I assure you. I can handle such things. I’m not inexperienced in those types of desires.” Deshra stated simply. She expected that that should be convincing enough. If her skill at impressing this woman was sufficient, she would soon be on her way to the easy life.
As Deshra heard of this woman’s husband’s cruelty the pieces began to fit together. Now this she could understand. This woman wanted her to seduce her husband in order to keep his attentions from her. Attentions that she did not entirely appreciate. Or perhaps he had appetites that she simply didn’t wish to indulge. That wasn’t for Deshra to judge, she wasn’t paid to have an opinion.
That this woman would even ask if Deshra was ok with a man who wanted to beat her, surprised her. She was getting paid for the job, what did it matter if it was what she wanted? Though she supposed there were those who might quit the job under such circumstances. Perhaps she wanted to avoid having to replace the person she hired for her husband. The idea that it might be out of concern for what Deshra might be ok with never crossed her mind.
Of course, Deshra was no stranger to such requests. It was something that could often earn a good deal of money. She didn’t much care, as long as they left no permanent damage, that would be the kind of thing that could harm her career, if they left her out of commission. Besides, sometimes she almost liked it, it was more interesting than the people who just wanted something quick and boring.
Deshra almost wished that she could say such a thing and shock this woman with the kinds of things she had done, but she was too invested in wanting this job now. No reason to alienate her. “I assure you. I can handle such things. I’m not inexperienced in those types of desires.” Deshra stated simply. She expected that that should be convincing enough. If her skill at impressing this woman was sufficient, she would soon be on her way to the easy life.
It was unlikely that Iahotep was the only man in Egypt who liked to abuse women while having sex. Many of them probably frequented brothels like this one. Hatshepsut doubted that all whores liked to be beaten, but some of them might actually enjoy it. Others would tolerate it if it paid more than a standard session. Deshra was the only prostitute who had made it to this stage of the interview, and none of the others had been asked this question. If she was the kind of woman who couldn’t deal with such things, then the interview would be at an end and the Queen would be back to square one.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay much longer today. Her presence would be missed in the palace, particularly by her husband and her mother. She was not a good liar and preferred not to have her whereabouts questioned.
As she had hoped, Deshra said she had experience with violent desires. Hatshepsut watched her face as she spoke. She did not wince or wrinkle her nose or show any indication that she would rather not service a man who would most certainly abuse her. Iahotep was smart enough not to leave permanent marks on a noblewoman. He would lose his throne quickly if the Council found out he mutilated his lovers. Perhaps he scarred his slaves, but they were his property and he could do as he wished with them.
“Very well. That was my last question. I would like to hire you to satisfy my husband in bed for as long as needed. From this moment onward, everything I say to you and everything you see must be kept to yourself. If even a word of it leaks out, my husband’s beatings will be the least of your worries. You shall be posing as a noblewoman. I will provide you with everything you need.”
Pulling back her veil, Hatshepsut revealed her face. “The man I am hiring you to seduce is the Pharaoh himself.”
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It was unlikely that Iahotep was the only man in Egypt who liked to abuse women while having sex. Many of them probably frequented brothels like this one. Hatshepsut doubted that all whores liked to be beaten, but some of them might actually enjoy it. Others would tolerate it if it paid more than a standard session. Deshra was the only prostitute who had made it to this stage of the interview, and none of the others had been asked this question. If she was the kind of woman who couldn’t deal with such things, then the interview would be at an end and the Queen would be back to square one.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay much longer today. Her presence would be missed in the palace, particularly by her husband and her mother. She was not a good liar and preferred not to have her whereabouts questioned.
As she had hoped, Deshra said she had experience with violent desires. Hatshepsut watched her face as she spoke. She did not wince or wrinkle her nose or show any indication that she would rather not service a man who would most certainly abuse her. Iahotep was smart enough not to leave permanent marks on a noblewoman. He would lose his throne quickly if the Council found out he mutilated his lovers. Perhaps he scarred his slaves, but they were his property and he could do as he wished with them.
“Very well. That was my last question. I would like to hire you to satisfy my husband in bed for as long as needed. From this moment onward, everything I say to you and everything you see must be kept to yourself. If even a word of it leaks out, my husband’s beatings will be the least of your worries. You shall be posing as a noblewoman. I will provide you with everything you need.”
Pulling back her veil, Hatshepsut revealed her face. “The man I am hiring you to seduce is the Pharaoh himself.”
It was unlikely that Iahotep was the only man in Egypt who liked to abuse women while having sex. Many of them probably frequented brothels like this one. Hatshepsut doubted that all whores liked to be beaten, but some of them might actually enjoy it. Others would tolerate it if it paid more than a standard session. Deshra was the only prostitute who had made it to this stage of the interview, and none of the others had been asked this question. If she was the kind of woman who couldn’t deal with such things, then the interview would be at an end and the Queen would be back to square one.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay much longer today. Her presence would be missed in the palace, particularly by her husband and her mother. She was not a good liar and preferred not to have her whereabouts questioned.
As she had hoped, Deshra said she had experience with violent desires. Hatshepsut watched her face as she spoke. She did not wince or wrinkle her nose or show any indication that she would rather not service a man who would most certainly abuse her. Iahotep was smart enough not to leave permanent marks on a noblewoman. He would lose his throne quickly if the Council found out he mutilated his lovers. Perhaps he scarred his slaves, but they were his property and he could do as he wished with them.
“Very well. That was my last question. I would like to hire you to satisfy my husband in bed for as long as needed. From this moment onward, everything I say to you and everything you see must be kept to yourself. If even a word of it leaks out, my husband’s beatings will be the least of your worries. You shall be posing as a noblewoman. I will provide you with everything you need.”
Pulling back her veil, Hatshepsut revealed her face. “The man I am hiring you to seduce is the Pharaoh himself.”
Deshra thought this interview had been going well so far. At least she hadn’t scared off the woman so far. She considered that a win. She was not often that comfortable around other women, her normal means of manipulation of the situations that she found herself in were not usually appreciated by other women. Still, she had answered the woman’s questions well, or so she thought. The woman had yet to express any disapproval with her answers.
Then the woman told her it was the last question. She had done it. She had somehow passed the test for this woman. As bizarre as it was, she supposed she had seen weirder. There was very little that could surprise her about people anymore. What people expressed at their most vulnerable was often exactly the kinds of things that they didn’t wish other people to know. However, nothing could have prepared her for the surprise that came next.
The woman who had been concealing herself the entire time was actually the queen of Egypt. The man she was being hired to seduce, the Pharaoh. Well, she had always liked a challenge. Not to mention, she was going to be posing as a noblewoman. That in and of itself made this worth it. She would get to live the life of riches and society. She would only be seducing a single man. Surely that wouldn’t take up her entire time, so that would leave the rest of her time to live the life of a noble woman. The possibilities were endless.
Now that she was aware she was in the presence of the queen, she dipped quickly into a curtsey. “Your evening radiance,” she addressed the queen. “I will not tell a soul.” Her behaviour was deferential, but her mind was racing, putting together all the information that she had now been given. There had always been rumors about the Pharaohs preferences that circulated amongst the brothel girls. Of course, Deshra had not listened to such idle gossip. She didn’t trust the other whores as far as she could throw them. She preferred to hear things directly from the source, and now she would have the opportunity to do so herself. This was it, she had finally made it.
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Deshra thought this interview had been going well so far. At least she hadn’t scared off the woman so far. She considered that a win. She was not often that comfortable around other women, her normal means of manipulation of the situations that she found herself in were not usually appreciated by other women. Still, she had answered the woman’s questions well, or so she thought. The woman had yet to express any disapproval with her answers.
Then the woman told her it was the last question. She had done it. She had somehow passed the test for this woman. As bizarre as it was, she supposed she had seen weirder. There was very little that could surprise her about people anymore. What people expressed at their most vulnerable was often exactly the kinds of things that they didn’t wish other people to know. However, nothing could have prepared her for the surprise that came next.
The woman who had been concealing herself the entire time was actually the queen of Egypt. The man she was being hired to seduce, the Pharaoh. Well, she had always liked a challenge. Not to mention, she was going to be posing as a noblewoman. That in and of itself made this worth it. She would get to live the life of riches and society. She would only be seducing a single man. Surely that wouldn’t take up her entire time, so that would leave the rest of her time to live the life of a noble woman. The possibilities were endless.
Now that she was aware she was in the presence of the queen, she dipped quickly into a curtsey. “Your evening radiance,” she addressed the queen. “I will not tell a soul.” Her behaviour was deferential, but her mind was racing, putting together all the information that she had now been given. There had always been rumors about the Pharaohs preferences that circulated amongst the brothel girls. Of course, Deshra had not listened to such idle gossip. She didn’t trust the other whores as far as she could throw them. She preferred to hear things directly from the source, and now she would have the opportunity to do so herself. This was it, she had finally made it.
Deshra thought this interview had been going well so far. At least she hadn’t scared off the woman so far. She considered that a win. She was not often that comfortable around other women, her normal means of manipulation of the situations that she found herself in were not usually appreciated by other women. Still, she had answered the woman’s questions well, or so she thought. The woman had yet to express any disapproval with her answers.
Then the woman told her it was the last question. She had done it. She had somehow passed the test for this woman. As bizarre as it was, she supposed she had seen weirder. There was very little that could surprise her about people anymore. What people expressed at their most vulnerable was often exactly the kinds of things that they didn’t wish other people to know. However, nothing could have prepared her for the surprise that came next.
The woman who had been concealing herself the entire time was actually the queen of Egypt. The man she was being hired to seduce, the Pharaoh. Well, she had always liked a challenge. Not to mention, she was going to be posing as a noblewoman. That in and of itself made this worth it. She would get to live the life of riches and society. She would only be seducing a single man. Surely that wouldn’t take up her entire time, so that would leave the rest of her time to live the life of a noble woman. The possibilities were endless.
Now that she was aware she was in the presence of the queen, she dipped quickly into a curtsey. “Your evening radiance,” she addressed the queen. “I will not tell a soul.” Her behaviour was deferential, but her mind was racing, putting together all the information that she had now been given. There had always been rumors about the Pharaohs preferences that circulated amongst the brothel girls. Of course, Deshra had not listened to such idle gossip. She didn’t trust the other whores as far as she could throw them. She preferred to hear things directly from the source, and now she would have the opportunity to do so herself. This was it, she had finally made it.
