This is a standalone story, and you can understand and enjoy it without reading any of my other stories. If you like it, you can read about Colin's other adventures in Wish Come True and Lair of the Emerald Enchantress.
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Colin sat at a table in a shady corner of a shady bar called The Raven. He nursed a pint of warm, watered-down beer while he waited for his contact. He scanned the bar anxiously. He saw the usual crowd of non-Guild thieves, dissidents, freelance mercenaries, artists, and other undesirables. Many of them scanned the same room with the same visible anxiety.
"Gods damn you, Lem," Colin spat under his breath. His usual fence and business associate should have been there already. He told Colin to find him at The Raven, where they were to meet with an emissary from a client who wanted to remain anonymous.
A haggard-looking woman in a low-cut blouse and a skirt that was little more than rags entered the tavern and started walking from table to table. Colin craned his neck for a better view, wondering if this was the emissary. If she was, he hoped this was a clever disguise, and her rags weren't an indication of the mystery client's ability to pay.
"Hey there, handsome," the woman said when she arrived at Colin's table. She had a face that was leathery and heavily lined, and when she smiled at him he could see that most of her teeth were missing. "You want to pay me two crowns for the best night of your life?"
Colin waved her away impatiently, looking over her shoulder for Lem.
"I tell you what: because you're so handsome I'll let you have me for half price. How about it?"
"Please leave," Colin said through gritted teeth.
"How about you feed me a warm meal, and I'll have your cock for dessert. That's my final offer."
"Go away," Colin said in a growl. The woman snorted at him and walked to the next table to make her offer to another man.
"You know, they say teeth are highly overrated in a woman," Lem's voice said from behind Colin. "There are advantages to being with a woman who doesn't have any."
"How did you get past me without me seeing you?" Colin asked with a start.
Lem shook his bald head and chuckled. "I may be fat and old, but I still have some tricks up my sleeves," Lem told him. He was a heavyset man at the far end of middle age, and his clothes looked like he had slept in them every night for the previous week. He sat himself next to Colin.
"So, why did you want me for this job?" Colin asked Lem.
"They didn't give me details," Lem responded, "but it sounds like some noble's daughter has joined a cult. I figured you would be able to convince her to leave. The emissary will tell us more when she gets here."
Colin nodded and sipped his beer. "If it's a 'she', then I'm sure I can make her tell us what we need to know."
Lem chuckled. "This one's not for you."
Colin shrugged. "You'd be surprised. I have a way with women."
"You think you're so special. You should have seen me when I had hair." Lem proceeded to regale Colin with stories of his youth while they waited. Colin found them suspicious but entertaining. Lem was halfway through a story about how he seduced a pirate queen when a woman walked into the bar.
The woman was tall and stood with a proud, upright posture. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders in waves. She wore calf-high boots made from shiny leather with intricate patterns on them.
She wore a collar made from small gemstones that caught the light, diffracted it into rainbows, and threw it in all directions. The silver wires holding the gems together were thin enough to be invisible from a distance. The cuffs at her wrists and the belt that hung across her hips were made from the same materials.
Besides the boots and the jewelry, the woman was completely naked. Her breasts were full and seemed the exact right size to fill Colin's hands. Her small pink nipples were erect. Her hips were narrow but curved invitingly. Her thighs didn't quite touch, and Colin could clearly see her protruding labia in the gap between them. They glistened slightly in the dim light of the tavern.
The bar fell silent as she walked in. Everyone stared. She took in the room with an aura of pride and confidence, her back straight and her head high. She spotted Colin and Lem and strode towards them.
"You must be the men I'm here to see," the woman said, looking down her nose at them.
"I sure hope we are," Lem said. He indicated the seat across the table. "Please, have a seat."
She wrinkled her nose. She gingerly sat down on the edge of the chair, her hips twisted so only one leg touched it.
"So you're..." Colin asked.
"Yes," she sighed, "I've been put under a Writ of Free Use." She held up her arms and shook her jeweled cuffs.
"My body has been declared property of the kingdom. Any noble can use me however he or she deems fit. Of course, if anyone who isn't a noble touches me, these jewels would detect it and mark him. He'd be put to death." She stared meaningfully at Colin while she said this.
Colin swallowed. "And what should we call you?"
"I'm a creature of pure desire, your wettest dreams come true," she purred. Her voice was husky and resonant. "You may call me Siren."
Colin looked to Lem.
"So... what can we do for you Miss Siren?" Lem asked.
"You," she said without looking at Lem, "can't do much of anything.
"You," she said, reaching across the table to run one finger down Colin's chest, "can work your charms on a young woman for us." She licked her lips and glanced down in the direction of Colin's crotch.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Colin asked.
Siren batted her lashes. She licked her lips and twisted one of her nipples between two fingers.
"I wouldn't mind. You know these things make me constantly horny?" Siren touched her collar with one finger. "They prepare me to be a fuck-toy who's ready for an endless buffet of cock, only for me to be neglected and sent to talk to commoners. It's like the nobles of this city only want to fuck you if they know you wouldn't enjoy it.
"The jewelry is enchanted to keep all of my fun parts healthy and constantly ready. You can be as rough as you want and you won't hurt me. Did you know my back door lubricates itself? What's the point of that if nobody's going to use it?
