Chapter 4 - Valeria Round-Heels: Chapter 4: Women on the Loose

Valeria Round-Heels

Chapter 4
"Women on the Loose"
by Volpone

          The girls waved after Trader as he rode off down the dirt street leading his mule and cart.
          They had spent four days together, Trader giving them the benefit of his experience, and them trying to give him the benefit of their bodies. He had succeeded much better than they.
          Now they were in Morgya, one of the "larger" cities of Calondria, boasting a population of almost fifteen-hundred people.
          One of the first things the women had commented on upon arriving in "civilization" was the number of people wearing collars. It was obvious that Trader had not been exaggerating how easy it was to become property.
          "There'll be more slaves abroad in the market than elsewhere. That's why you see so many collars."
          They passed a two-story building with bright cloth draping the doorway and windows. Several rather attractive young women wearing collars and little else called to Trader by name as he rode by.
          "Trader, I'm lonely! Come visit me!"...
          "I love you, Trader! I'll give you a special price!"...
          "Stay with me, Trader! You can have me for free!"...
          He smiled at them all and waved off their invitations.
          "Now, girls, I won't get you into trouble with your masters." He rode on, despite their pleadings.
          "You seem to be popular with the local hot mattress trade," was Val's comment.
          "Friends of yours?" was Becky's pointed question.
          "I've been through town before, but I don't know any of them personally. They just know my reputation."
          Val whistled. "Must be quite a reputation to get you offers of freebies."
          He corrected her assumption. "The reputation is for manumission."
          Both girls looked blank.
          He sighed and explained.
          "I have been known to buy and free slaves. I usually take them to Liberia before releasing them.  The girls back there think that if they get me in the sack, they'll get me to buy them and then free them."
          "So they don't have to hook any more?"
          He looked shocked.
          "Are you kidding? It's so they can keep more of the money they earn. They know how much money they make for their owners. Free women also get better prices than slaves. In fact, free women who become successful concubines can make more money than just about any other profession where women are accepted. In a couple of years, most could retire. Some might even buy a string of girls themselves and open their own bordello."
          It was the girls turn to be shocked.
          "Even after they've been slaves themselves?" Becky was aghast.
          He nodded solemnly. "Remember that most of them are born into slavery. They've never known anything different, so to them, it's the natural order. Liberia has only existed for a couple of years, and it's still having occasional troubles. Still, Liberia's the best of the lot without question. If I were you gals, that's where I'd settle. Most of the pay-girls here have never even heard of places where slavery doesn't exist."
          The sobering image hushed both of the women.
          After continuing in silence for another minute or so, Val asked, "You said free women could make good money. How long would it take to earn... oh... eighty silver pieces?" She named the figure Trader had set for repaying their obligation to him.
          He spun around, his eyes flashing dangerously.
          "You are not going to hook to pay me back! I hear you earned one red cent on your back and the deal's off!" He turned forward, anger radiating off his back. It was the first time he had raised his voice since they had known him.
          They continued in silence for another hundred feet of so before Trader turned back to them. In a much quieter voice he said, "I'm sorry. It was stupid for me to get angry. You can do whatever you want. I can't protect you forever. You're both grown women and can do anything you wish." He smiled apologetically. "Pay-girls are much more respected here than hookers were back on Earth. There's no more stigma to it than being a secretary in America. In fact, some concubines are among this society's elite... respected professionals rather than social outcasts. Same thing is true in most of the kingdoms. My reaction was knee-jerk prejudice on my part."
          Val asked, "Don't you like... uh... pay-girls?"
          His smile returned. "I like pay-girls just fine. And yes, I have patronized brothels before as the guest of a merchant I'm dealing with. One time I bought the girl from her owner and yes, I freed her. And that's why I'm so popular with the call-girl crowd. They all figure I'm a soft touch."
          "And you're not?" was Becky's amused reaction.
          He pretended not to hear her question.
          Something unusually insightful occurred to Val.
          "Trader? The girl you freed... is she married now?"
          "No." He didn't turn back to answer.
          "What's she doing now?"
          "She's a concubine in Liberia."
          "Did you ask her to marry you?"
          His shoulders tensed, but still he didn't turn. "No."
          "But you loved her?"
          "I don't know." He paused.
          "Did you think she'd feel obligated to you?"
          "Of course, she'd feel obligated."
          "Ah. Okay." She looked at Becky with a 'so that's the reason' look and let the subject drop, having gotten the answer she was seeking.

          He knew that it was going to be sink or swim for the two, so they parted company in the town square (such as it was) after he treated them to one final meal at a vendor's stall. He also made sure they knew what towns he frequented and in what order so they could find him again.
          “If you make it to Liberia and can't find me, go to the Port in a Storm. The owner's name is Plush. Tell her I sent you and you need help settling in.
          “Also, if you get into trouble, I have a trading partner named Jacquard, though he goes by a lot of names.”               When they gave him a questioning look over his partnership with someone who needed aliases, he replied, “He the cautious type. He's got sharp features and will be making money or getting information on how to make money. He also likes to gamble and usually wins... another reason he uses aliases.”
          As they waved one last time at his retreating back, Val said, "Like you said... a real mensch."
          "Yeah."
          Sweetly, Val said, "I can hardly wait to pay him back to I can fuck his oh-so noble brains out."
          "Bet yer sweet ass," Becky agreed vehemently.

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          After wandering around town for another half-hour, looking over the wares available and pricing items they thought they might eventually need (all while fending off the advances of a half-dozen men), Val turned to Becky and said, "I've been trying to figure out what to do for money."
          "Hooking's out. I like to choose my partners, and I don't want to take a chance of disappointing Trader."
          "I wasn't talking about that," corrected Val. "I think I've got another idea."
          "Oh? Give."
          "Stop and think, Beck. The pay-girls we saw... what were they wearing?"
          "Collars. Cheap jewelry. Maybe a scarf or two."
          "Make-up?"
          "Oh." She thought a moment. "Not much that I could see."
          "And the women we've seen since then?"
          "Still not much."
          "Clothes?"
          "Hmm... couple of toga-like things, some strategic scarves, some leather, some fur. What are you getting at?"
          Stopping, Val gestured around the market place, looked pointedly at her friend and asked, "In all our time here, have you seen anything you might consider as 'fashion'?"
The light dawned to Becky, and she smiled.
          "You and me...?"
          "... are going to bring fashion to Beata."
          Both girls squealed and hugged each other in celebration.
          After their initial euphoria wore off, they began to realize just how much was involved in their scheme.
          "We're going to need money. We'll need a shop, fabric, probably a chemist for the make-up..."
          "Trader might know of one, and where we could get materials."
          "Right."
          "And we'll need someone who can sew..."
          "Ooh... good point. Darn, there's lots of things, and they'll all cost money."
          "Which we don't have."
          "And we don't know how to make."
          It was beginning to get dark before they realized they had no place to sleep. In a few moments, they also realized just how dependent they had been on Trader.
          "We don't even know who to ask for advice."
          "Wait a second, Val. You're in a strange place with no money and you don't know anyone. Who do you ask for help?"
          "The Salvation Army?"
          "Cute. I doubt they've got a branch here. No, I mean a cop."
          "Don't you remember? Trader said 'no cops'."
          Becky corrected her. "He said some towns had a city guard. Let's see if we can find one."
          "How would you recognize one?"
          "Look for someone in uniform."
          They found a city watchman just a short distance away on a corner of the square where they'd parted company with Trader. They recognized him by his helmet and spear, which gave him a more regulation look than most of the armed and surly individuals they saw. He was leaning on the spear, talking to a woman about their age. He was gesturing broadly and smiling a great deal. She was listening raptly, as if hanging on every word. Val and Becky had the two pegged immediately. He was trying to impress her for the evening... she was trying to hook him for a more permanent tour-of-duty.
          Val and Becky walked up to them and Val said, "Excuse me..."
          The guardsman broke off his monologue and after getting one look at the two new-comers forgot all about the other woman.
          "Ja?" He smiled at them. Val realized he was kinda cute. A little short, maybe, but easy to look at.
          "Do you speak English?"
          "Ja! My English is goot."
          "My friend and I are new in town, and we've run out of money. Do you know where we could stay the night?"
          He smiled more broadly. It gave him dimples that Val thought were just adorable.
          Nodding, he said, "You come vit me."
          The woman who had been talking to him before caught his arm. "Thalfi?!" she said plaintivley, obviously calling him by name.
          He patted her hand and turned her around, saying something that Val and Becky took to mean, "Maybe some other time, sweetie."
          Half-an-hour later, Val, Becky and Thalfi were drinking cheap wine in a local inn.
          After shedding his female companion, he had led them to a house where he arranged to be relieved of the rest of his watch by a friend. From there, he had led them to the inn where they currently sat. He obviously knew the woman who ran the inn, and was occasionally greeted by some other customer. It was obvious that Thalfi was fairly well liked in these circles.
          He had paid for a meal of bread, cheese and sausage for the three of them, following it with the extravagance of wine. The beer was cheaper by a good bit, but Thalfi wanted to play the big spender.
          If they had not been prepared by living with Trader for the past several days, they would have had more trouble with the food. The bread was coarse and occasionally gritty, the cheese dry, and the sausage was on the gristly side. The wine was actually drinkable, being more like the sweet, cheap wines you found at most college parties rather than the dry, expensive vintages you saw in up-scale restaurants. The place would never get a four star rating, but the food was at least edible. Neither woman objected.  It was free.
          The girls were afraid that Thalfi might ask a lot of questions, and since Trader had warned them about volunteering too much information, they were relieved when Thalfi did most of the talking. It left them free to observe and "do as the Romans do."
          Actually, both Val and Becky found their host rather charming. He was rather cute in a slightly outdoorsy way, and he laughed a lot, and... Okay, the wine probably had something to do with how cute they thought he was. The fact that neither had gotten laid for four days probably had a lot more to do with it. And it did solve the problem of where to sleep.
          Thalfi was telling them some humorous story about what the cloth merchant did with the jeweler's daughter when three large forms loomed up around the table where they sat. The forms were accompanied by the smell of stale beer and something like the dumpster outside a Seven-Eleven on a hot day.
          "Thalfi, you whore-son, what lies you tell dese women, huh?" The speaker was big... and dirty... and crude... and really smelly. He looked like everything bad you ever heard about Vikings in history class but didn't want to believe.
          "Go avay, Bjork, before you fall down and hurt somevone." It was obvious Thalfi didn't like the one who was talking.
          "Dese women too goot for little bitty Thalfi. Dey vant real man, like Bjork!" He struck himself on the chest proudly. This caused a small draft which carried more of his aroma to the women.
          Becky had consumed just enough wine to let her tongue get the better of her. She was used to dealing with drunken businessmen and frat boys, with whom a direct insult was usually the best way to get rid of pests.
          "Hey, Stinky! Were you born that ugly or did your beard catch on fire and somebody beat it out with an axe?"           It wasn't her best. Becky was usually much more artistic in her flaming down unwanted advances, but she was a bit drunk and in unfamiliar territory, not quite sure what was likely to insult a B-movie viking.
          Apparently she did just fine, because the smile was wiped from Bjork's face. Unfortunately, he was neither a businessman nor a frat boy. He was a big, ugly, mean, and smelly barbarian who responded by roaring in anger as he swept out his sword.
          The room erupted into action, everyone but the involved parties trying to get out of the way.
          Thalfi pushed back hard, catching Bjork in the midsection and making him fall backwards, arms flailing, to crash into the table behind.
          The barbarian behind Val didn't pull a weapon, assuming that he wouldn't need one for dealing with a mere woman. He leaned down and grabbed Val in a bear hug, lifting her right off the bench, probably intending to simply carry her off somewhere less crowded to rape her.
          Becky's new table companion also reached down and grabbed , but rather than a bear hug, one arm went 'round her waist to hold her still while one large, greasy paw went inside her top to grab one ample breast.
          Both women were too shocked to resist for a second. Direct violence in a public place wasn't the normal reaction in the bars they frequented.
          The three vikings must have thought they would have an easy time of it, with Bjork rendering Thalfi either dead or unconscious, and the two overpowered women being carried off and raped repeatedly by each in turn.
          That was the idea, but it went a bit differently than planned.
          Thalfi's quick action spoiled Bjork's aim, and his sword slash sailed over Thalfi's head by a good six inches. Drawing his dagger with one hand, the city guard grabbed his helmet with the other and spun around, crashing the metal dome across the back of Bjork's head. The force of the blow dented the helmet, but Bjork's skull was made of sterner stuff, because while he staggered forward, he didn't go down. Swinging back, Bjork brought his sword up with both hands for another swing, but in his groggy state lost his balance, the blade smacking into one of the low wooden beams overhead before he could bring it down on Thalfi's unprotected head. In this exposed position, it took just a moment before the hilt of Thalfi's dagger was protruding from his ribs, a look of bewilderment on Bjork's face as his tiny mind tried to come to grips with what had gone wrong.
          While the girls were momentarily taken by surprise, they recovered quickly, and soon both of Bjork's henchmen had an armful of wildcat to contend with.
          As her assailant groped her chest, Becky said between gritted teeth, "Don't you know it's polite to ask before copping a feel?" Then she bent forward enough to sink her teeth into the hairy barbarian wrist attached to the unwelcome hand inside her top.
          The result was rewarding. The hand mauling her breast withdrew quickly as the owner howled in pain, waving the injured member. When he didn't release her, Becky got a foot on the bench beneath her and raised up until her head was even with his. Little caring what she was doing, she brought her head backward with a snap, the back of her head connecting solidly with his hairy nose. This brought an exclamation of pain for both parties, but the barbarian lost his grip on her, stumbled back and went completely over the bench behind, landing on his head to lie unmoving. Becky continued to hold her head while dancing around and cursing, "ShitShitShitShit!"
          For Val, this attack was the last straw in a whole series of unjust and unnecessary indignities inflicted upon them. Their alien abduction, the scruffy would-be slaver, Lodrick, the four-day abstinence while with Trader... it was all so unfair!
          Something in Val snapped. She was sick of being the victim! This was it... she was taking back control now!
          She began by trying to rake her heal down her would-be rapist's shin. Unfortunately, having no shoes on, this did little more than bring a growl of irritation from her captor. He shook her, trying to enforce his will by a demonstration of strength.
          It was the wrong approach.
          The next time Val's foot came back, her heel connected solidly with his kneecap, making him drop her as he hopped up and down on one foot, his over-sized hands grasping at his injured leg. She gave him no time to recover. Grabbing a hand-full of his dirty fur vest, her foot swept his good foot out form under him, making him sit down on the floor with a whump! that rattled the furniture. The jarring impact up his spine stunned the huge man momentarily, and he sat motionless for a moment as he tried to bring his world back into focus.
          A moment was all Val needed. She stepped up close to him and very deliberately slid her foot inside his furry kilt until she felt what she sought. Shifting her weight, her foot pinned her former attacker firmly to the floor by his genitals.
          The mouth framed by its matted black beard opened and closed several times as the excruciating pain from between his thighs penetrated to his microscopic brain. His eyes crossed and his hands flopped a bit at his sides, but it appeared he was quite incapable of any voluntary motion beyond that, a surprisingly high gargle coming from his gaping mouth.
          Val grabbed him by his unkempt beard, ignoring the revulsion she felt at the contact, and brought his vacant face up to look at her.
          "Listen, schmuck! I am Valeria Round-heels, and that," she gestured towards her friend, "is Bekka Raven-tress, and we are too good for the likes of scum like you! Do you understand?" She shifted her weight a bit more onto the foot pinning his penis and testicles to the floor. A sound something like strangled gagging came from his slack jaw, and his eyes rolled up in his head as he fell back unconscious.
          There was absolute silence in the room. Val's had been the last opponent left, so everyone in the inn had witnessed the outcome.
          Raking the room with eyes snapping with anger, Val looked over the rest of the patrons.
          "Anyone else want a piece of me?!" she challenged.
          Suddenly, everyone was very busy going about their own business.
          Thalfi was cleaning his dagger, shaking his head as he muttered to himself, obviously discussing the ancestry of the lout who had been so inconsiderate as to damage his good helmet that
way.
          While he was about this, Val turned to Becky and said seriously, "Beck, the first thing our salon is going to develop? A line of hygiene products."
          The two surviving goons were dumped without ceremony outside into the street, and the furniture was settled back where it belonged.
          Val came back over to Thalfi and asked, "You all right?" She had already checked Becky who seemed to have no more than a rising lump on the back of her head.
          "Ja. Better den him." He pointed to the body of Bjork.
          "Eeeuuw. Shouldn't we, like, do something about him?"
          Thalfi nodded. "Ja. You right," and he proceeded to strip the body of its valuables. Val looked on, not knowing what to say.
          As he worked, Thalfi commented, "Vell, you got money now. I share vit you since you keep others out of fight." He smiled.
          Becky elbowed Val and said, "Romans..." Val closed her mouth. The matter-of-fact way they treated violent death was almost as surprising as the deed itself.
          Probably what surprised Val the most was that the death of Bjork had done nothing to slow down her sex drive. If anything, she was even more ready to take Thalfi to bed. She thought it was probably just a shock reaction setting in. She didn't realize that Becky felt the same way.
          When he was done, Thalfi observed, "Bjork had good month," and put a number of items on the table: a silver cloak pin; a belt buckle shaped like an ouroboros; a gold armlet; a wide silver bracelet; two rings; a silver Thor's hammer amulet; and a pouch of coins.
          He looked over the dead man's sword and dagger. Taking the sword, he rapped across the edge of the blade with the pommel of the dagger and listened with a satisfied look at the clear bell-like ring that came back without any buzz which might indicate a crack or loose fittings. After seeing that both the ladies' daggers were superior to the pig-sticker Bjork had carried, he shoved both items into his belt.
          Then, examining the rest with a practiced eye, he handed the pin, amulet and one ring to Val, then gave the bracelet and the other ring to Becky, keeping the rest for himself.
          As they looked at the items, the guard said, "I take you vere dey give you goot price in morning, ja?"
          Both women nodded dazedly, then put away their newly acquired valuables.
          Seating himself back at their table as if nothing had happened, Thalfi asked, "Vere vas I? Oh, ja. So, de jeweler's daughter says..."
          As two men carried Bjork's corpse from the room, the handsome woman who had brought them the food earlier leaned over Val's shoulder and whispered in very good if accented English, "Thalfi must like you very much to share his spoils with you. You remember see me tomorrow after Thalfi is back on duty. Alright?" Then when Thalfi had finished laughing at his own joke, she said to them all, "Bjork cost me customers each time he came in. You did me a favor tonight." Slapping some coins down on the table, she said, "Your money is no good here tonight. I've got a free room if you want, too." She turned and walked proudly away, obviously pleased with her gesture.
          "Well," said Val, "now we have a place to sleep, I guess."
          The smile disappeared from Thalfi's face.
          Val rose, looked at their male companion and said, "Care to join us?"

**********

          Five minutes later, all three were up in their room, naked and rolling around in a frenzy of
mutual exploration.
          Both women found Thalfi a bit whiff, but it was an honest sweat smell, not "like gag me with a
rancid yak". Then again, they were probably not lilies-of-the-valley themselves after nothing but
sponge baths for three days.
          It didn't stop any of them.
          Thalfi spent a great deal of time nuzzling and licking first at one set of incredible breasts, then at the other set, as the uninvolved female went down and wrapped their happy lips around his hard-on.
          He wasn't incredibly hung, just about average length for a man, but he more than made up for it in enthusiasm. He was well-muscled, slim, and did his best to keep both Val and Becky equally happy.
          After several minutes of this, with Thalfi eagerly feasting on Becky's right nipple, his hand mauling her other breast, and Val doing her best to swallow his cock whole, Thalfi gave a sudden exclamation which was stifled by Becky's ample mammary. Val had just a few moments warning before she realized that in her eagerness, she'd pushed Thalfi too far. The next thing Val knew, his prick lurched and spat a hefty load of semen into her slightly surprised mouth. Then the taste hit her as well and she forgave him his not giving her more warning. It seemed that Thalfi was a silverleaf user.
          She gulped and gave a slightly satisfied chuckle, then swallowed as the next jet struck her palette. She kept it up until she knew he was quite finished.
          When a now smiling Val came up for air, she greeted by a rather unsmiling Becky.
          "Do we have something to say?" she asked the blonde cattily, clearly expecting her to apologize for ending things so abruptly.
          Val gave her an unabashed grin.
          "Uh... how about 'yum'?"
          "I thought we were a team."
          "I'm sorry, Becks. I really didn't try to."
          Becky had a hard time staying mad at Val, moreso when they were both naked. Hey, accidents happened, and the night was still young.
          "I guess that's okay. I'm sure Thalfi has more than one way to make a woman happy."
          The black-haired beauty lay back on the crude bed and maneuvered a somewhat dazed but very happy Thalfi around until his face was nestled between her thighs.
          Nothing happened.
          A few seconds later, she looked down to see a look of utter incomprehension on Thalfi's face. His pretty blue eyes were open but had a deer-in-the-headlights look to them.
          Apparently, Thalfi did not know what to do.
          With a sigh, Becky said, "Houston, we have a problem..."
          "Huh?" was Val's response.
          "It looks like we've got a novice here."
          "Like, nothing?"
          "Not a clue from the looks."
          Val pulled him up and asked gently, "Thalfi, don't you know about eating pussy?"
          The puzzled Nordic face repeated, "'Eating poosey'?"
          "Val", observed Becky, "Lights are on, but..." She let the phrase die off.
          "Well, whadda you want me to do about it?"
          With a sticky sweet tone, Becky answered, "Maybe he needs a demonstration... sugar-lips." She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes insincerely.
          "Aw, Becks..."
          "Hey, not my first choice either, but it's your fault the first quarter ended without a score for our team."
          "Okay, okay. Not like it's a first or anything." She lay down beside the still uncomprehending guard, snuggling in close as Becky lay back, her thighs well apart in anticipation.
          "Now, see, Thalfi, first you start out by kissing a little, like this." She leaned in and did as she described.
          Thalfi's face broke into a big grin. He was going to like this lesson.
          "Then you can begin to use your tongue. See?" and she drew her tongue up between Becky's labia, making her friend give a slight "mmm" in response.
          "See how she likes that? So, we'll do it again." Val's pink tongue lapped up the length of Becky's slit.
          "Mmmmm..."
          "Now that she's ready, we can do a little more, like this." She leaned in and ran her tongue up and down faster, centering in on the area of Becky's opening. Val kept at it for a few moments, making Becky squirm and moan a bit louder.
          "Now, since Bekka is such a slut, she's ready for more, so now we use our tongue inside," and she leaned in and flicked her tongue in and out of the slick snatch with its small dark tuft, and Becky squirmed even more.
          "Since that worked so well, we can pull back the lips, and... see this little thing here? That's very sensitive, so we'll start licking very softly..." Her tongue snaked out and flickered across her partner's clit repeatedly, and Bekka raised her pelvis and gave several very expressive gasps.
          "... and then if you're careful, you can suck on it like this." Val's lips surrounded the tiny erect bit of flesh, and Becky cried out and slapped at the bed beneath her.
          "Now, Thalfi, you try. Remember, not too much of one thing. Change back and forth, and build up."
          Before she had even finished, a grinning Thalfi was burried to his ears between Becky's sleek thighs.
          "Hnnnn!" was Becky's only comment as he went happily about his task.
          As she observed her student's progress over the next few minutes, Val smiled. The lad certainly had enthusiasm. Becky grabbed his head and began hunching against his mouth, and Val assumed he was a quick study as well.
          "Oh... oh... ghaaaah!" Becky squirmed and shook several times as she came. Thalfi's eyes looked extraordinarily pleased. He came up for breath, flexing his jaw and saying "Tongue tired."
          Val patted his hand and said, "That's okay. You did fine. See?" She pointed to Becky, whose eyes were still closed, a smile of pleasure on her face as her breathing began to slow. As she spoke to Thalfi, it became obvious that he had rested long enough for the second quarter since his formerly limp member was once again on duty. Val smiled and whispered to him, "You want to make Bekka very happy?"
          The dark-haired houri was enjoying a bit of post-orgasmic afterglow when she felt Thalfi shift higher on the bed. She assumed he was going to settle in for a well-earned rest, so she was surprised when she suddenly felt a familiar and pleasant sensation against her vagina. Her eyes came opes to see Thalfi's smiling face hovering a bit above her own, and then she felt him shift and push his firm cock into her.
          Becky let out a long moan, and Thalfi laughed as he began to stroke away. He began to hum some little ditty under his breath as he contentedly humped away in a steady rhythm.
          Thalfi was a bit surprised when Val's hand lifted his head up, forcing his upper body to follow. It spoiled his rhythm, but he didn't stop completely, much to Bekka's enjoyment. He braced himself in this new position, but then he smiled again as Val knelt over Becky's face, grinning wantonly and saying, "My turn," as she lowered her trim blonde bush to her friend's up-turned face.
          The guardsman couldn't see Becky's face, but from the expression on Val's face he could tell she was enjoying similar treatment to what she had given earlier. Val began to squeeze her own breasts, nails leaving sharp indentations into her excited nipples as she swiveled her hips gently back and forth on her friend's mouth. Becky's tongue concentrated on Val's clit and the blonde bucked at he shock of ecstasy that rolled through her.
          He had never had two women like this before. They were so...
          Words failed him as he tried to think of some word to describe how happily they seemed to both give and receive pleasure. Thalfi had enjoyed many pay-girls, but none had been so uninhibited with another as these two. Then, as Becky's talented snatch squeezed and caressed his delighted shaft, he revised his opinion. He had never had a pay-girl as good as either of these amazing women. And he was having them both!
          The evening went on in a similar fashion with everyone enjoying a bit of everything from everyone involved until Thalfi finally fell asleep in the middle of Val's blowjob.
          “Okay. If he can fall asleep now, he's dead to the world,” was the blonde's observation.
          Bekka stretched and purred, finally having her sexual itch well scratched for the first time in days.
          “Agreed. I think he's earned a rest.”
          Looking at their bed and how Thalfi was occupying most of it, Becky suggested, “You take one shoulder and I take the other?”
          “Probably as good as we're going to do.” She yawned and admitted. “I could go for a nap myself about now.”
          Checking her friend, she discovered her friend was already out cold, snuggled contentedly against their Nordic bedwarmer.
          “I guess it's unanimous,” and she joined them.

