Betty gathered up two cloths and tossed one to Ghent. She wiped her pussy, but didn't bother with any of her underthings. She simply pulled on her dress. Ghent was dressed by the time she settled her tits into the bodice. He opened the door a second later.
Upon exiting, the lanterns on the carriage revealed a well-dressed man who was likely in his fifties helping down an absolutely stunning blonde girl who couldn't be more than a year or two into her majority. Her dress was all silk and intricate, expensive lace. There was no missing her impressive bosom. The cut of the neckline made Betty wonder if the only thing covering her nipples was the lace trim. Four guards who had the look of professional soldiers stood around the carriage.
"I'm Betty, and this is my place," she said as she approached with Ghent at her side. "We're closed up for the night, but for the color of that coin, I think I can make an exception."
"I hoped it would be so," the man said.
From his accent, she guessed he was from the north, and either nobility or rich enough he might as well be.
The man continued, "My wife seeks the pleasures of your house. Should she find any of your employees suitable, you will be well compensated for your inconvenience — and your discretion."
It was subtle, but Betty noticed a slight change in the young woman's stance and thought she caught the faintest hint of a whisper.
"No need to put on airs," Betty said, directing it to the man's wife. "We're simple folk who believe someone's business is their business."
The blonde's demure smile changed to a sultry, crooked one. She leaned in, kissed her husband's cheek, and said, "I will take it from here, darling husband."
"Of course, my love," he said, bowing his head to her.
The young woman then addressed Betty. "I need to see nothing more if you and your man here are available."
"Depends..." Betty said cryptically.
"I am told the price is two copper crowns. I'll double that, and provide an additional silver crown to anyone I pick. My guards will be serving my pleasure as well, and I will pay as if they were in your employ."
"Damn me," Ghent muttered under his breath.
Betty was certainly thinking that, but she didn't say it. She knew she was willing to smother herself in the young woman's pussy for a silver crown. The inclusion of the guards created a potential wrinkle, however.
"You say your guards will be joining us for
your
pleasure," Betty said with a question in her eyes.
"Oh, yes. Men touching each other does nothing for me. Women, on the other hand..."
"I'll have my man pass word, but for the two of us at least, I say we have a bargain."
The blonde let out a purring moan. Ghent was already moving back toward the house, ready to interrupt what was going on behind the many closed doors with the offer. The blonde woman snapped her fingers, and two of the guards moved to retrieve large, well-tailored cloth bags from the carriage.
"Towels and refreshments," the blonde explained. She then sauntered toward Betty with her husband at her side. Without a moment's hesitation, she reached out and cupped Betty's breast.
Betty drew in an artfully stuttering breath and let it out in an aroused sigh. She moaned as the young blonde hefted and squeezed her breast. "You may call me Desiree. I can't wait to see them."
"You don't have to, Desiree," Betty said as she put a hand on the young woman's hip. For the coin on offer, she would put on a show the woman would never forget.
The blonde slowly — sensually — pulled down on the bodice of Betty's dress, freeing her heavy breasts. Chuckles and approving grunts from the guards accompanied the younger woman exploring Betty's bared attributes.
"They're delicious, aren't they, dear husband?"
"Exquisite," he answered.
Pallah approached from the direction of the stable and asked, "Will you have need of someone to see to the care of your carriage and horses?"
Desiree — still fondling Betty's breasts — said, "We certainly will. For some time, I think. Dear husband?"
The man retrieved a silver coin and held it out to Pallah. "I trust they will be in good hands?"
Pallah accepted the coin and said, "The care of your fine horses will have my full, undivided attention."
It was only then that the younger woman tore her eyes away from Betty's long enough to notice Pallah. "Hmm... Unless..." She nodded toward Pallah and lifted her eyebrows in question.
Betty wasn't fond of the idea of young Abel being left on his own, and was not sure Pallah was even prepared to handle what was about to unfold. "His apprentice is green. Such fine horses should have a master in charge."
"True. Pity, though," Desiree said. "I would ask about the guardsman who met us upon arrival, but I assume his services are required there. Let us go inside and see what other delights you have to offer."
Betty put a sway in her step as she led the couple to the front door. When she opened it, Jan, Lana, and Ginny were already in the front room.
Desiree let out a hungry moan upon seeing them. "Three more, for certain."
Ghent emerged from the hall leading Lilly, who drew in a quiet, gasping breath upon seeing Desiree. Betty's eyebrows lifted when she saw Raven on the Draxnian woman's heels wearing nothing more than an airy shift. Raven's eyes lit up and roamed without shame over the buxom blonde woman's body.
When the rogue noticed Betty's perplexed expression, she shrugged and said, "What? I'm not afraid of an honest day's work for an honest day's pay." She then turned her attention back to Desiree, licked her lips, and said, "Especially when you get to do something you love."
"Oh my, oh my," Desiree said, and then shivered. "And two more."
Raven turned her head back toward the hall and shouted, "Shad. Wynn. Get out here."
"Raven..." Betty said, not sure if the young men were ready for this level of debauchery.
Raven gestured toward the hall, where Shad was already emerging. "They can sit in there and listen for who knows how long, or they can join in the fun."
Wynn wasn't far behind, and while both brothers initially looked nervous, the sight of Desiree provided an immediate distraction.
"Such delights," Desiree said in a breathy whisper. "And yet two more."
"It's up to you," Betty said to the two brothers, whose gaze was fixed on the young blonde.
"But of course," Desiree said.
Movement caused Betty to glance at her customer, and she realized that the woman's husband must have been busy with the buttons of her dress. Desiree shrugged the dress off her shoulders and it slithered down her body to pool at her ankles. She wore nothing underneath.
The woman was absolutely flawless. Her huge breasts were firm and rode high for their size. Her stomach was flat. Her navel was even perfectly round with a centered dimple. Between her toned and shapely legs, she was shaved baby smooth save for a little sculpted tuft on her mound.
"I'm game," Shad said as Desiree pushed her breasts together, further accentuating them.
"Yeah," Wynn agreed.
"Dear husband," Desiree said. He nodded and reached for a purse at his belt. His wife then gestured, and the two guards with the bags moved toward the couch.
Betty approached as the older man counted out silver coins and slipped them into a smaller silken pouch he had withdrawn from his coin purse. Betty accepted the delightfully heavy little pouch and passed it to Ghent. He immediately took it to their room to safely deposit in the strongbox.
The guards spread large, thick, luxurious-looking towels over the couch, set out a pair of decanters of water with leaves floating in them, and some silver goblets. As they worked, Desiree pushed two fingers into her cleft. The digits emerged with a thick coating of her nectar, and quickly found their way into her husband's mouth. He sucked them clean as she pulled him close. Desiree kissed him passionately, and then nodded. Her husband sat down where he had a clear view of the couch.
"To the business of pleasure, then," Desiree said, and walked with infinitely sensual grace toward the couch. "Please, ladies, give my dear husband a fine vista to behold. And boys, show me what I have to look forward to. Ladies, keep them nice and hard and entertained, but their seed is mine."
Only Wynn and Shad hesitated momentarily. Betty, her girls, and Desiree's guards immediately began to disrobe. Desiree reclined on the couch, parted her legs, and directed her attention to Raven.
"Might I have interrupted something with my arrival?" the blonde asked the rogue, who had already dropped her shift. Desiree then ran her fingers over her chin, indicating the pussy juice that still decorated Raven's face.
"Got a good taste, but I'm ready for more," Raven replied as she stepped over and put a knee on the couch.
"Ooo. Please do," Desiree said. A moment later she let out a squeal of delight as Raven buried her face between the blonde's thighs.
