Madam Richmond was a great lady. A lady of many talents. A renaissance
lady, if you will. She ran an abattoir by day and a brothel by night. Out of
the same building. The front...which was also the ‘front’... for this most
ancient of male getaways, was the abattoir. A reputable estate built through the
fortitude of many years of high quality goods being offered to the local establishments.
As the days would begin, with the rising of the sun, Madam
Richmond would take her rightly place atop the warehouse floor in a
distinguished small office of which the periphery was entirely glass. From this
vantage, she could watch all that happened in the theatre of necessary tragedy.
She ran this house with a gentle hand, a firm mind, and a sort of gallantry
that many a diligent businessman would be hard-pressed to attain. The days went
on, with little incident preparing the area’s protein.
When night would fall, and the beaters, processors, and meat
packers had ferried their way home to their goodly wives and horde of children;
the Madam began her true calling. She would trade in her protective wear for a
gown of all things frilly, flowy, and gorgeousness. Each night, at half past
nine, the doors would open to a different clientele.
Out the back of the butchery, the bustling business of
brothelity would begin. The meat eaters who partook of the daily fair would
trade in their bibs and knives for button-downs and sheaths. The bevy of beauties would arrive ready for
the night’s work, and the guarantee of next month’s rent. At this, the Madam’s
passion for passion would be personified through the procurement of
prostitution.
And, all though, the smell was dodgy, and the knowledge of
what happened on the other side of the edifice was horrid to imagine, the
prices were good. Come around for the ‘Full Ride;' show up for a lively romp,
leave with scrumptious roast.
Madam Richmond’s Abattoir and Brothel fed all your greatest
needs. If it is true that food is the way to a man’s heart, Madam Richmond’s
was where the hardest of men fell in love.
© 2014 Kara Nelson
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