She quietly closed the master bedroom door behind her. Pausing for a brief moment, she admired the richness of the polished grains in the heavy black walnut door. Such luxury should have been hers all along. Turning as she wiped the tears from her cheek, like a slow motion dream, she made her way down a marble stairway lined with family portraits which so sadly all lacked, one forgotten soul! Too late her discovery for the fairytale dream had just died. Laid to rest, behind a black walnut door. She wept in the knowledge that it would never come true!
At the bottom of the grand stairway, refracted light reflecting off the facets of the crystal chandelier, had mesmerized her, she stopped in her tracks, recall far from euphoric… Of her early years rushed in, overwhelming her, as it brought her back to life’s earliest memories.
The orphanage had not been a kind place to grow up in. Little Lilly Smith’s heart had progressively hardened as another year passed without her emotional needs ever being met. On her thirteenth birthday when the hopes and dreams of adoption were all but gone, the tone of her guardians turned a darker side of cruel. For five more years, each and every night, the tears ran off her cheek, staining her pillow. With her last conscious thought before falling to sleep being…”Even Cinderella had a Fairy Godmother”
On her eighteenth birthday, the orphanage doors closed behind her, as she stepped out onto the mean streets of Philadelphia and didn’t feel the brotherly love! She felt very little if nothing at all. With a sigh, a sad smile formed on her face, yet still a glimmer of hope shown in her eyes.
The night before her exodus from this house of lost souls, had been spent picking the lock, which opened the door leading to the possibility of her dreams being realized. The administrative office harbored a computer with a database containing the true identity of each orphan. Listed next to their names were the names of the birth parents and their addresses. From this she gleaned her mother’s name, but her father had remained a mystery.
Her mother sadly, had died in childbirth. Lilly had been conceived and born out of wedlock. She always knew she was a bitch and now she understood why she had been put up for adoption. The family didn’t want the scandal that would have accompanied the new addition to the Wellington family.
Undaunted by her mothers death; she still had an address as a clue to search for her father. The orphanage had given her five hundred dollars and paid for three months rent at a flop house room, on the seedy side of town. After six months of working as a waitress in a greasy spoon diner, her aspirations for a higher station in life took a step down. Lilly decided to join the stable of call girls at the Top Shelf Escort Service, down the street from where she lived.
There were two reasons why she had surrendered her virtues, values and morals. The most immediate reason was to get her out of this hellhole she was living in. A nicer neighborhood would come with the dramatically increased income she would enjoy from her new position! The second reason and more important of the two, was the neighborhood this escort service catered to, Philadelphia’s Main Line. A community where all the well to do high society types resided, which just happened to be where her dead mothers address was located!
Lilly had done quite well for herself in the past ten years since taking the job at the escort service and now was part of the management team. This gave her the privilege to pick and choose assignments of her liking. One day a call came in, for an in home appointment in one of the most affluent sections of the main Line. This happened all the time and she would have thought nothing of assigning this out to one of the younger more energetic girls at the service. But the clients name had caught her vigilant eye, Robert J. Wellington III and the address was the same as her dead mother, Sara Wellington. Before going on the appointment Lilly went on line and researched his identity only to discover that he was Sara’s Brother…Her Uncle. After ten years of working at an escort service, she knew no shame and was willing to do whatever it took to find her father. Including servicing her Uncle Robert!
The Yellow Cab turned into the driveway past the fine trimmed lawn and the formally pruned bushes and trees and around to the service entrance in the rear of the mansion. The house staff and all deliveries passed through that rear door. She was met there by Robert Wellington’s personal valet, who was waiting to escort her up to the master bedroom. Lilly handed the cab driver a crisp new one hundred-dollar bill and told him to wait, then she turned, nodded to the valet and followed him through the kitchen up the back stairs that led to the second floor and the master bedroom.
She was told to wait by the door and the valet disappeared behind it. About a minute passed while she waited. The door opened, he exited and held it long enough for her to enter, closing it tightly behind her. The room was dimly lit and she needed a moment for her eyes to adjust. When they did, what she saw was the frail body of a once powerful man. To his right was an oxygen tank and his nightstand couldn’t have held one more prescription bottle. Lilly was surprised not to see a nurse sitting by his side.
Moving towards the bed, she reached around to the back of her neck and pulled the bow tie holding up her black dress. As the knot came loose, the dress tumbled down all around her, as it piled up on the floor at her feet. Climbing onto the bed, she cautiously mounted his frail body. He may have been bed ridden, but there was one part of his body that still worked just fine.
Caught up in the excitement of being this much closer to finding her father along with the kinky thrill of servicing her Uncle... had completely aroused her. As the pressure built up in him, his moaning got louder, exciting her all the more. Simultaneously as he reached climax, she matched him in her orgasm. Collapsing on the bed beside him, Lilly panted for a minute until she caught her breath. Lilly sat up and turned on the nightstand light closest to her and that’s when it happened...
Robert Wellington’s eyes grew very wide as he reached out to touch the scarlet birthmark of a crescent moon on Lilly’s left breast. His face was contorting amidst the agony of a sudden heart attach. Clutching his left breast, his final breath hissed out of his mouth as his lungs deflated. Death came and his left hand and arm fell slack onto the bed, revealing to Lilly an identical birthmark to the one she carried. The shocking realization of who he really was…Raced through her and she nearly collapsed!
Robert Wellington’s personal valet found her at the bottom of the steps in a trance, staring at the chandelier. He touched her shoulder and startled her back to the present. Then he escorted her through the house and out the service entrance to the waiting taxi. The valet shut the door of the taxi, once he saw that she had been seated properly.
A sad smile shown on her face as the cabby slowly pulled away, she thought to herself… I always knew I was a bitch…Just not one born of incest! Lilly Wellington turned for one last look at her fairytale life turned nightmare. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she said…Goodbye Daddy.
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Adding your comment:
I had a slight pause in your first paragraph...wondering who "she" is...I think even giving us her name right away would be a good idea, otherwise I'm left hanging until the 3d paragraph...and even then I had to make sure "Little Lilly Smith" was "her"...but once I got past that, yeah. I was totally engrossed in what was coming next. 
I think if you read it out loud to yourself, you'll easily see where a word needs to be added or subtracted, just to give a bit more clarity.
Not that I would know, but it'd be my guess. (and hope, lol) That would also give you an opportunity to inject a bit of dialogue into the story...which I just now realized there's little, if any, of. Not that it's crucial to have, but I think it brings readers further into a story and feel more connected to it. Again...just MO. 
