Elara and Almi led Callum through the bustling streets. They kept a hold of his hands, and seemed to take every opportunity to brush up against him. The constant rubbing of toned leg and silky bosom was starting to make him uncomfortably hard.
Elara and Almi seemed to be attracting a lot of attention as they worked their way through the streets. From the way they took it in their stride, Callum sensed it was something they were used to. He could certainly understand the interest. He also noticed the way the two beauties subtly displayed him to ward off the unwanted attention, pushing him forward slightly or brushing up closer to him. He began to get some idea of just what it was that would be required of him.
"Um, ladies..."
"Shh, don't worry, we're almost there," Almi soothed him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Madame Zoriah will explain everything, don't worry." Elara spoke up from his left.
"Who's Madame Zoriah?"
"She runs the whorehouse. You'll like her, everyone does."
True to their word, Elara and Almi stopped soon after, in front of a nondescript building in a nondescript street corner. The building itself might have been completely overlooked by passers-by, but for the two girls that stood at the door. Both were leggy, buxom blondes rivalling Elara and Almi in beauty. They cooed and fluttered their eyelashes at Callum, but made no move to stop him as he was led inside.
"Well, here we are," said Elara, spinning around. They were in a small room, clearly designed as an entrance chamber, with a counter at one side and a door leading deeper into the house. "What do you think?"
A voice from the door interrupted before Callum could speak. "Is this the one, girls?"
"Yes, Madame Zoriah!"
Madame Zoriah emerged into the room, and Callum gasped. She was stunningly beautiful, with flowing dark hair and huge breasts barely contained in black lace corset. She sashayed forward on long, slender legs and stopped before the stunned warrior.
"Welcome to my house, darling." She walked around him, running a long-nailed hand over his strong shoulders and down his muscular chest. "Yes, I think you'll do just fine. Come, I'll take you to meet the other girls." And she swept away in a cloud of perfume. |