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Dorian walked into the smoky room; you could tell he was a little bit nervous. He'd never been here before, never even dreamed of it, but he'd been shamed to death the other day by one of his erotic playma--well, it was better he didn't think about it. But it had left him cold and he felt he needed more practice.
He could get fired just for being here, he really could. But it was worth it, he needed this badly, needed to give it a go, a dry run so to speak, so the next time didn't go so badly. He took a seat by the door, that was the way it was done you know, you sit down and wait.
Looking around nervously, he saw the proprietor approaching from another room; a big, matronly woman. He blurted out as she saw him and began walking his way, "Ma'am, I just need a bit of time...maybe...thirty-six, yes....thirty-six worth..."
She raised one eyebrow, and said, "Thirty-six worth of what? If it's gold you're paying in, that won't get you half an hour."
He shook his head, "No, madam, no. Thirty-six minutes, sorry, that's all I need. Thirty-six experience...I mean, thirty-six minutes worth of experience, that's all I need. I'll pay well for it, make sure the girl can...well, that the girl can take those minutes and send me to the next level, if you know what a mean madam."
He was clearly nervous, clearly a bit skittish. But he had enough gold for this, or at least he hoped so.
This is Karuka, doing something for my own amusement, at the agreement of Dorian, since this is partly for his own amusement, too.
The madame leaned back, folding her arms over her ample bosom as she did so. Here was this guy, a grown man, and he was trying to tell her he was...a virgin? Most people that came to this seedy little dive had been there frequently, or at least had gotten lucky with some drunk chick. Coming to the professionals and paying money to score was...desperate. But if he wanted thirty-six minutes, she had a girl that could use the warmup.
"You can negotiate your price with the girl. There's one room open back there, the rest of my girls seem to need sleep. You can negotiate with her, but beware...she ain't cheap, boy."
She oversaw everything that went on in this underground pleasure paradise, Mama Verna. She knew which of the girls needed to visit "Doc," when they needed to visit, and why they needed to visit him. She knew how many customers they could handle each night, how in-demand they were during any given week, and which nights they needed off. She knew who was best on the street and who in a bed.
She knew every board in this creaky place, every mug for beer, and every piece of linen and lingerie that went into and came out of each room. She knew that just because of the time of day, this otherwise unremarkable subject was going to get something very special...and here she was now, leaning over the banister without so much sense as to have a shirt on.
"Mama, which should I wear tonight, the red silk or the...oh, there's a customer already."
The girl's multi-colored hair fell around her face, gleaming red, blue, purple and green through the hazy candlelight, and those bright silver eyes looked down on the man without a hint of shame.
"Hi!"
It was hard for Dorian to really express what he meant. Here this woman was, calling him "boy," when he was a tenured professor! And what's more, he'd had more than his share of trysts and sordid love affairs all through his school days, and was not the kind of professor to let morals get in the way of a little grade inflation when the cute ones came along.
No, what shamed him the most was how his partner had looked at him the day before, the things that his last lover had said. And all because he fucked up the endgame...or fucked up the endgame too fast, you might say.
Anyway, Dorian was about to open his mouth and gently correct the matron, or at least correct her with the heart he had left to muster, when a voice from above the staircase caught his eye.
He looked up, and then saw where the voice was coming from. She was indeed pretty, the sort that would have made him go wild had other circumstances not intervened. If he weren't here as a test, as a sort of way to try out a theory on lovemaking, he might even go for it with a bit of gusto, forgetting for a moment who he was; a professor, and so much more. And then she greeted him, and he nodded, and said, "Hello...I...ah..." He seemed to lose the words.
He was so shy! The nineteen-year old hooker giggled, feeling her eyes turn from silver to amethyst. It seemed that he was embarrassed to even be in the chair.
"Well, you don't have to be afraid, I don't bite. Unless that's what you like..."
The half-Mer's full lips curved up into a grin, before her eyes snapped to green in recognition. "Oh! Oh! I've seen you before! Last month...or two? There was this concert! Yeah, some guy wanted a girl on his arm for it, and took me. Yeah, you're a music guy! Wasn't that second alto flat? I hate that...then again, where I come from, if you can't sing, you keep your mouth shut."
She giggled, an uncontrollable youth at the best of times, before shushing under Mama Verna's vengeful glare.
"What does he want, Mama?"
"Thirty-six minutes of your time, child."
"Only thirty six?" A mildly disappointed look crossed her face. She wanted someone with real stamina for once...but then she remembered her line of work. "Well, that's longer than most of them last!"
She drummed her fingers on the banister, trying to say what a fair price would be.
"How about an even hundred? I mean, most half hours go for one-fifty on Fridays, but since you're the first guy, and it's not peak hours, we'll give you a discount. Oh, don't look at me like that, Mama, you're still getting fifty-five of it, and who else earns you money at a time like this?"
She looked from her madame's disapproving glare to the customer's slightly embarrassed face. "So, whatcha say?"
He could not help but like her infectious charm, and his nervousness began to vanish. "How could I forget? It is not often that the Dean of the university takes a beautiful young half-merkin to juried recitals." He seemed to come out of his shell almost immediately when thinking of ways to poke fun at the Dean. "I think we all knew where he'd found you, love."
"And I'll have to say, I agree with you completely on the contralto; simply dreadful. Her name was Lucretia, dreadful name, but she obviously did not practice; I recall giving her middling marks, at best."
With a smile, he said, "No, no my dear, make it one hundred and twenty-five, your wit commends your talent. Thank you, Madam, this will do."
Mounting the staircase in long, slow strides, his hand gliding gently against the sleek, supple wood of the banister, he said, "My dear, lead the way."
Mama Verna made an irritable gesture at her top-selling girl behind the customer's back as he went up the stairs, to which the girl just stuck out her tongue.
Despite the fact that she hadn't a stitch of clothing on her torso, she'd donned a cute little skirt that went part of the way down her supple thighs before leaving her room.
"Name's Siren, not that I expect you to remember it even for the next few minutes. Room's right back here. Now...whatcha want?" She grinned at her first customer of the night, holding open the door of a small bedroom with a massive circular bed.
"Hum me a pitch and I'll sing you a tune."
He followed her down the hallway, and grinned when she made her little quip.
"Well, my dear, I do love a B flat, don't you? As for what I want, well, I've been having a bit of trouble lately...it has to do with, well...well, how to say..."
He was standing at the doorway, and then realized it was probably better to tell the story inside, and start getting the experience right away. So he stepped in after her, shutting the door behind him.
* * * * *
When the door opened again, thirty-six minutes later, he stepped out...and seemed quite invigorated. Turning back to her, he said, "Siren, you really do have a marvelous voice...this has been a new experience for me, let me tell you. A new level, as it were; I can't say as I'll ever get used to it, no, but it does let me be more versatile when it comes to dealing with those I normally want to spend...time with, if you know what I mean."
He called loudly down the stairs to Mama Verna. "Madam! Your girl was delightful, far more excellent a teacher than I've ever been. She has the gold...you'll find your share tucked away there, I'm sure. Thank you for running a delightful establishment...and make sure you treat your girls well!"
Turning to leave, he took one last look at Siren. Reaching out to touch her cheek, he said, "My dear, Siren, remember...my story is between you and me, and the next time you're hanging on the Dean's arm, wink at me and I'll wink back."
And with that he left the house of ill-repute. Oddly...he felt different. Like he had left one level and entered a new one.
Spoils requested:
Precisely 36 EXP. Yes, that's right. Precisely 36. Take 125 GP out of my account.
As the suddenly chipper Dorian left the establishment, Mama Verna shook her head, going up the creaking stairs to the room her early-bird nested in.
"Such a strange man....."
As she reached the top of the stairs, Siren stepped out, dressed in a sleek little green satin number, calling out to pick on another girl who'd been woken by her early-evening business.
"Here ya are, Mama," she said with a grin, handing the madam fully seventy gold pieces. The madame sighed, calling out to the other four girls to roust themselves and prepare for the usual traffic.
"Was he any good, child?"
"Oh, Mama..." Siren laughed, a clear, musical sound. "Of course not. It's just a good thing I have a nice ass, since he wouldn't have known the first thing to do with other parts."
She giggled again at the older woman's raised eyebrow. "You didn't notice, after all this time? Hah! Well...he's not flat anymore, which is where we aim to please...and his lovers can thank whatever gods they pray to that certain parts don't come too sharp."
Transaction complete. Dorian receives 36 EXP and levels up, and loses 125 GP.
EXP added! GP deducted.
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