The doors of the Purring Puss burst wide open revealing a tall thin mercenary. He strutted in with a heavy leather sack thrown over his lean shoulder. The contents of the man's burden jingled and clanged, matching the distinct sound of gold coins. He headed for the bar and shouted "What do you drink in this dry, sand shrouded land?"
"Beer and wine, stranger" the bartender replied as the mercenary crashed his sack of coins down on the bar. "Not the regular swill. I'm celebrating! What's the house special?" the mercenary boasted. While the bartender poured him a goblet of fine pomegranate wine, he grinned "We drink this in celebration of prosperity and ambition." The mercenary pulled a handful of coins from his sack and slapped it down on the bar. He took a large swig of his wine and smiled. "Perfect. On the subject of celebrations..." he chuckled, slapping down another fist full of coins. He spun around and casually leaned back against the bar. Many of the working girls had already gathered behind him, anxiously wondering which would be his choice. The mercenary took another mouthful from his goblet. While eyeing up his prospects, he remembered being examined alongside fellow sell swords before they were sent off to fulfil a contract. Each one bright eyed and excited for what the future would hold. As he regained focus, he shook his head clearing the memory and sharply swallowed his mouthful of now bitter wine.
A bounty of beautiful woman stood before him. All colours, shapes and sizes; all ready and willing to please him. He was rich and in lust. His eyes lingered on two exotic courtesans in particular. His grin grew from ear to ear. Dacia had a swarthy complexion, piercing honey coloured eyes and long thick hair the colour of ebony. She looked youthful, in her early 20's he thought. Her round silky breasts barely covered by a sheer white fabric wrap; her taught stomach exposed. The same fabric was draped around her waist, scarcely covering her nethers. Salimah with her dark mischievous eyes, curvy body and ample bosoms, looked to be in her 30's. She was wearing a light leather bra and a sheer skirt with a slit so high, he could see her lips peeking out as if taunting him.
But who to choose? He was torn. Then it struck him. Reaching into his sack, he pulled out a third handful of coins and poured them onto the table with the rest. With an outstretched hand he first pointed to Salimah "You" then pointed to Dacia "and you. Pick a room upstairs and ready yourselves for me." He finished his wine, placed a gold coin in the empty goblet, slid it to the bartender and asked "Where can I wash?"
Dacia and Salimah readied the room, as the mercenary bathed. They ensured the bed was neat; the sheets pulled taught. They fluffed the pillows and placed them neatly on the couch. Salimah had a steward bring up another bottle of wine. The two had worked together before, and quite enjoyed each other's company and touch. When everything was prepared to their liking, they talked excitedly of what they would do with their cut of the gold from this tryst and how much more handsome this man was than the normal riff-raff they usually entertained.
Stepping down in the deep sandstone tub carved into the earth in the back of the brothel, the mercenary's mind flashed again; this time he saw himself wading through a swamp toward a fort with his fellow mercenaries. Again, regaining his grip on reality he shook his head and focused on scrubbing the stains of battle off his lean muscular frame. As the caked blood and dirt scrubbed away, discolorations of cuts and bruises from his latest misadventure became more apparent, but they would heal in time. A few old scars crossed his body, but nothing disfiguring and not as many as one would expect on a seasoned combat veteran. He laid back and submerged his head to scrub the mats from his stringy brown hair. As he pulled his head from the dirty water and strained his hair he watched the bathroom door slowly creak open, revealing Salimah's curvy figure.
"Are you all nice and clean?" Salimah asked seductively. She sat by the edge of the tub, ran her hand down his soapy chest and into the murky water. He leaned over to kiss her thigh, then leaned back and relaxed as she grabbed his cock. He felt his manhood thicken as she lowered her hand to gently massage his testes. Salimah leaned over to whisper in his ear "The room is ready if you are, my lord." Her breasts grazed his shoulder as she kissed the back of his neck. He stood up tall in the tub, shoulders back and declared "Keenin. Call me Keenin." Salimah helped him dry off and responded "Thank you Keenin, my name is Salimah, but many of my friends call my Sali."
As they headed back to the room, they found Dacia sprawled across the back of the couch; her legs spread wide open giving them a full view of her moist lavender crevasse. She softly moaned as she pushed her middle finger inside herself.
"Dacia, this is Keenin" Salimah smiled.
