While Mari took the carriage she had rented with Hannah, rented in this case meaning the satisfied man was driving, Hannah entered a small salon tucked in between two larger shops. The space was long and narrow, yet felt cosy and inviting. The bell that rang as she opened the door had summoned a slow-moving woman who seemed surprised to have a customer.
"Well hello, miss. Welcome," she greeted Hannah warmly.
As she shuffled closer, Hannah could see it had less to do with her weight or age but rather some chronic joint pain.
"Thank you kindly," Hannah replied. "I was told you were able to do some hair regrowth."
"Oh my, yes," she confirmed. "I just haven't had anyone ask for any in ages. They came for my looks and loose... morals," she grinned, eying Hannah, and had a good feeling about the kind of woman she was. "But ever since I stopped being able to move about very well, I don't get many to come calling."
Hannah could see she had been quite a beauty in her youth and hadn't lost as much of it as she claimed. She liked her immediately.
"That's when you transition to being the one in charge. Make them do all the work," Hannah flashed a mischievous grin.
"Oh, that worked for a bit, but really any fun at all ended up being too much for my frail joints."
"A shame then, but perhaps we can help each other out." Hannah pulled her hair aside to show the shaven side and scar. "A close shave in the trenches and I find myself needing my head balanced again."
"Oh my," the woman gasped as she inspected the scar more closely. "Well, I can certainly use the customer. I think we can help each other out just fine."
The woman sat Hannah in a chair that reclined backwards, facing her towards the storefront since she wouldn't have had the space to face the wall. Then she took a seat behind her client and started running her hands through Hannah's lovely red hair.
"So you are a soldier then?"
"Not if I can help it. I just like getting myself laid. Problem is that things keep happening around me and I can't just do nothing."
"A lover and a fighter."
"Very much so. Though all things considered, at least I have a lot of fun."
The two of them talked at length as the fingers pulled through Hannah's hair, slowly pulling longer strands out of the shaved patch. When it was finally done, she crowned Hannah in a pair of braids that ran down her shoulders. Hannah sat up and looked at the mirror to appreciate the work done to her hair, and noticed the woman massaging her own sore hands.
"Such masterful hands shouldn't be so sore from doing such fine work," Hannah stated.
"Such masterful hands haven't counted enough money to fix themselves."
Hannah pulled a stack of bills from the bag she had liberated from the brothel and placed it on the counter. "It occurs to me I haven't the faintest idea how much such treatment would cost."
"Oh, my goodness girl!" the old woman gasped. "I can't ask for this. I mean that would be enough but..."
"From one kindred spirit to another," Hannah smiled, laying down another stack of bills. "You deserve a break from the hardships. Go get the treatment that you need."
"Thank you. I will."
Hannah moved towards the door, and the woman followed to flip her sign before locking up. Obviously, she didn't intend to waste any time getting herself healed.
As they passed the carriage, Hannah opened the door to see if Mari was waiting for her or if she would have to hunt her down. The two of them stared at the sight of Mari bouncing her hips as the man under her laid back and enjoyed the penetration of the ink-covered woman. Mari looked up and smiled at her friend and the old lady without stopping her fun. Although the cramped carriage made sex difficult, Mari managed easily enough.
"Well then, I suppose I can drive." Hannah shook her head as she closed the door.
****
Easy fluttered happily through the hall as she followed the instructions on the paper given to her by the man who had graced her face with his seed. She knew most women would think of it as degrading, and while she could have gotten his help with a smile and wink, the rest was for her own pleasure. The book she wanted relating to magical flight that didn't involve any technology was in the possession of one of the faculty and not at the library. So if that meant having fun finding it, then all the better for Easy.
Finally reaching the doorway indicated, she knocked softly but didn't receive a reply. She looked about and while the others in the hall seemed to notice her, none bothered to say anything regarding if anyone was inside. Testing the handle, she could feel the door was locked but as she pushed on it, the door opened. It had been locked ajar and wouldn't even close properly. Knowing that someone else might have just left well alone and been polite about it, Easy entered the room quietly.
It was an office for an aide that led to another, finer door leading to another room where she could hear hushed voices. Opening the next door that hadn't even been locked at all, Easy saw a man on his knees, stroking his manhood while taking the manhood of an older man in his mouth.
Both men regarded her the instant the door opened and made to cover themselves up. However, instead of the embarrassment of being caught in the act like most would have, these men both wore expressions of terror and heartbreak. They knew their lives together would end as cataclysmically as their careers.
Before Easy could say anything that would put them at ease, a voice shouted in the hall. She recognised the name as that of the man she had been looking for. Putting two and one together, Easy dashed over to take the place of the man who had been on his knees. Pushing the older man back onto the desk, she took him in her mouth while bending over and lifting her skirt. Then, snapping her fingers while she wiggled her bum, the younger man got the hint and slid himself inside her and began to thrust. Just as Easy had pulled her breasts free from her clothing, the door burst open and a group of men barged in.
"Got you now, you queer piece of..." his shouted accusation trailed off as Easy withdrew her mouth to regard the intruders.
Everyone but Easy stood in confused uncertainty. Obviously, the group had intended to catch the two men together and not sharing a woman. The two men weren't sure at all if the ruse would work, but the possibility of a successful deception kept their wits together.
"Do you mind!?" Easy demanded in a huff. "I am working. If you want your turns then you can hire me after I am finished. Wait outside now!"
The men, their plan in tatters, shuffled out of the room, and the aide went to lock both doors behind them.
"Are you alright?" Easy asked the older man, as he suddenly had time to breathe.
"I... thought it was all over..."
"I hope I was able to help. Seemed to me that hiring an Emberborn would be less scandalous than the two of you together. Sorry if I forced anything on you."
"Quite forgiven, my dear. You may have saved everything. I just don't know what to say to them now."
"If I may suggest?" Easy asked, eying the aide who rejoined them.
"Please do."
"Confess to a fascination of Emberborn. Claim that all other liaisons the two of you had involved Emberborn women, and that this case was an exception because I approached you looking for a book. Since that is the case, which others can now verify, it should be accepted. Promise to be more discreet in the future, and just be more careful. I am a professional harlot working from a ship brothel and can have a receipt made for you if you so desire. If people suggest anything else then just look at them like they are idiots."
"That could work," the aide spoke. "Yet there is a hallway of people who are still ready to accuse us."
"Well, can either of you fake a fancy for ladyfolk enough to fill that hallway with my voice?" Easy suggested with a grin.
"Wouldn't be the first time," they both replied in unison.
Now while neither man may have particularly been interested in women, it didn't seem that way to Easy, who was enthusiastically penetrated again. Back in their original positions, each sharing an end of Easy, they held hands while doing so. However, occupying her mouth was not the best way to spread her voice. She got up and sat her bum down on the lap of the man on his desk, and felt him push inside her tight opening while his lover pushed back inside her womanhood. Easy got to moan and began to play with her breasts as the two men kissed over her shoulder. She could feel both men inside her almost touching the other, and let loose her most depraved howl of pleasure. Either they were lost in their own passion or Easy was more appealing to them than she thought, but both soon expressed their pleasure by delivering their seed inside her body.
After a quick cleanup, Easy was handed the book she had been looking for, and given a deep but silent thanks from the man whose career she had just saved. She was let out of the offices where she faced the men who had barged in earlier.
"Well then, since you are still around, then I assume you also wish to contract my services. Who's first?" Easy asked, before launching into an explanation of pricing.
"That sounds expensive," one said flatly.
"So was the book I was given. However, since I was seeking the book for personal use, I didn't charge my full rates. Now, if I am more than any of you can afford, then I will be on my way."
****
Vile looked at the tally on the sheet as Emma laid the bills down on the counter. She had carried the purse with their money in it, but that was because nobody was going to try and steal from her. Emma had the sense to actually count it all out. She was going to need to ask someone help her learn to count with bigger numbers than what she could do with her hands.
The clerk was baffled that the two of them, when they had brought the books, could afford to buy them. It wasn't until Easy walked in that the clerk looked up from Emma, who had offered him some cleavage while she counted. Once Vile looked up, she knew why. She hissed at Easy while grasping her own breasts. Easy looked down to realise she had forgotten to put hers away and giggled as she did so.
"Oops! Suppose that's why I was getting more looks on the way back than I did earlier."
