"Ello there gov'na! Looking for a special someone or just any ole' hole will do?" shouts a stout and extravagantly dressed prostitute named Feather. "Feather gonna take good care ov' you. Now there's the basic package, luv. That's your tug jobs and finger bangs. And of course you got your mid tier where my lips gets real familiar with your shaft and right now luv I'm runnin' a special. Mid tier pricing gets your pecker all up in my squish mitten. But none of that's good enough for you eh' luv. You're seeking a premium experience. Just for you baby I got this platinum package. You get to absolutely destroy my butt-hole with that big ole' sausage you packin' there. Don't think I don't see it!"
Sadly for Feather her potential John is unaccustomed to such motivated salesmanship and blushes as he hurries past. Clearly this man is out of his depths here among the whores of Slattern's Roost. It seems he hasn't ventured far from his idyllic Twatwich. Soon he will be even more uncomfortable once he hits the Groat.
How do I know where he's from and where he is going? It's simple really. This man is about to obtain an object and my job is to relieve him of it. My name is Navy Halfcock and I am an Obtruder.
Have you never heard of the fine tradition that is Obtrudation? Well lets just say I am the busiest busybody you will ever meet and I use that information to make a living. Typically I just sell the information itself and keep my nose clean but this time the client is a mite skittish and feels that the fewer who know the better. So, I must roll up my sleeves and do some actual work.
My quarry is named Paunchy Nougat. He's a low level drone for the Harlow family. It seems that Grotty Harlow ,the matriarch of the Harlow family, has a penchant for collecting ancient and exotic sex toys. Dear old Grotty found a seller that was willing to part with a clockwork dildo that once vibrated inside the hoo-ha of Lady Virilis Eversire. Lady Eversire was famous for bringing it with her everywhere. Most commonly inside her. It's rumored that a faint mechanical whirring was all the announcement necessary to know that Lady Eversire had arrived.
Good old reliable Paunchy has made his way to the gate between Slattern's Roost and the Groat. It's a marked change in building quality and ambiance along the boundary. The Groat is not a nice place but if you need to do something secret or illegal it's quite convenient. The City guards only go there when commanded by Praetor and when they arrive whatever or whoever they were charged to apprehend is long gone. It's a little dance between city guard and organized crime. A show put on to make the aristocracy feel safe.
Paunchy is visibly sweating. Perhaps Mrs. Harlow enjoys tormenting him but it's clear he doesn't know he has protection. A shadow stalking him, much as I am. An Enforcer from house Harlow by name of Beamish Buggerbum. I only spot him because he is meant to be seen by all but poor Paunchy. A clear message to any ne'er-do-wells that this trundling fool is spoken for.
What I know of Beamish is: he grew up poor, he misspent his youth as a cutpurse taking from the wealthy, he kept that dream of climbing above his station and becoming wealthy. Seems that his climb has landed him a place as a thug for the Harlows. Which for this city is considered doing pretty well for yourself.
Beamish's presence complicates things but it's not unexpected. The added danger also makes things a little more fun. I crack a smile at the thought of pulling a fast one on ole Beamish. My nipples become erect. Should I fail I know exactly what the Harlows like to do with people who cross them. But the reward is worth the risk and if all goes to plan I have nothing to worry about.
Paunchy has arrived at an ordinary unmarked door in an oddly round building that while just as dirty as it's neighbors seems to be in better nick. He enters to conduct his business. Beamish lurks in the shadows. It's becoming clear that the seller has clout in the Groat and I am quite happy with my decision to not steal from them directly.
Out stumbles Paunchy with his Mistresses new toy all wrapped in a pink hatbox with a bow. He sets off along the path he came in by. Beamish follows, a few steps closer than before. I lie in wait ahead of them with my trap ready to spring.
Paunchy reaches the penultimate turn on his way to the gate and I activate my first illusion crystal. This one is set to replicate whatever is in front of it and perpetuate it. So, as far as Beamish can see Paunchy continues walking with a hatbox towards the gate to Slattern's Roost. What is actually happening is I activate my disguise illusion crystal and become an illusory version of Beamish.
"Paunchy, where have you been! Lady Harlow expected your return some time ago" I scold as I usher Paunchy down a quite different path.
"Beamish? but the gate is that way..." exclaims a startled Paunchy.
"Yes and the cutthroat that was stalking you is over there, Paunchy. You were inches from death when I found you. Stop asking questions and follow me."
In the distance, but not distant enough, I hear Beamish cursing.
Fuck. I should not have trusted that mage with the delirium tremens to make a quality illusion crystal. Snap decision time, I kick Paunchy in the nuts, grab the box, and leg it.
Behind me I can tell that Paunchy's distress has attracted Beamish's attention. After failing to get coherent words out, Paunchy just points and Beamish is hot on my trail.
I am fast but so is Beamish. My path weaves towards the gate but it's a feint. I dash through alleys looking for a good spot to double back. I know the Groat in general layout but not in detail so I am quite happy to find a five way intersection where I peel off away from the gate. Were it not for my head start I'm not sure I would have eluded him but Beamish takes the bait and continues on towards the gate.
Not out of the woods yet I look for a place to lay low and regroup. I find an old warehouse with a loft space that appears to be a graveyard for odd lots and shipping mistakes. The warehouse has some activity below but nothing up here.
As I catch my breath I take inventory. I am mostly pleased. I got the sex toy for my client, no one saw my face. As far as Paunchy knows someone who looked like Beamish kicked him in the nuts and ran off with his Mistress's prize. What I am not so pleased about is that Beamish will know that I really don't want to cross the Groat to the other gate and I have this giant pink hatbox with a bow on it to hide and my pussy is sopping wet...
With all the danger, the excitement, and the chase I am properly horny and wouldn't you know it, I have a spare moment and a historic dildo in my possession. I open the hatbox and see a curious replica of a penis with an ornate harness attached.
Ahh, so that's how Lady Eversire kept a hold of this devil. The rumors were that her pelvic floor muscles could crack walnuts. While that could still be true, it seems a more mundane solution explains her hands free masturbation.
I can wait no more, I need to orgasm. I drop my pants and start rubbing Lady Eversire's companion on my clit. I see no activation buttons on the device but it begins to vibrate as I touch it to my wet pussy. Perhaps it is body heat activated I muse.
