Aerneath walked into Madam Zemithar’s office with some trepidation. The room always disturbed her. It was buried deep in the heart of the building, and yet an eerie glow came through the translucent stained-glass windows, their panes depicting scenes of lust and depravity which projected their decadent image on parts of the room, projections which seemed to move, writing carnally between the deep shadows that surrounded them. Similar art adorned the walls between them, so that every imaginable act of desire was depicted there. Elsewhere, scattered about the room apparently at random, were tokens from Zemithar’s many lovers. And the air was heavy with the scent of sex and aromatic inscense. Not that Aerneath minded the smell of sex, but given that Zemithar never seemed to bring lovers down here, she wondered where it had come from.
Zemithar herself sat behind a desk at the far end of the room. She was swayed in shadows that made it impossible to make out the details of her appearance or what she was wearing, but from her shiluette it looked as if she may be naked.
“You know why I called you here?” she asked, her voice making Aerneath shiver with desire and fear.
She kept her eyes downcast. “Yes, Mistress. I’ve been a naughty girl.”
“You seduced three of your fellow courtesans into on orgy with two dozen customers. In the main bar. More to the point, you didn’t charge them extra for it. Many of them didn’t even pay at all. You need to be punished for this.”
Aerneath nodded and obediently hitched up her skirt, revealing that as usual she wore no underwear exposing her shaved pussy (slightly damp, as it almost always was) and her pale ass to the warm air of the room. She moved to bend over the desk, but Zemithar shook her head. “No, I think we’re beyond a spanking this time. I have a different punishment in mind.”
Aerneath let her dress fall back, unsure what to make of this. Zemithar continued, “I have a special contract to be fulfilled. The customer wishes one of my girls to travel to a certain location and put herself at the customer’s disposal for no less than a week. I have selected you to do so, to prove I wish to continue employing you here. Now go.”
*****
A day later, Aerneath was traipsing through woods to the north of Kaenor. ‘Travel to a certain location’, Zemithar had said, making it sound so simple. The Madam knew her whores well, and this was definitely a punishment.
“Come on, Aerneath,” she said to herself. “You’re an elf this is a forest, you should be fine here. Everyone knows that elves like forests.” But Aerneath was no wild Wood Elf tribeswoman. She’d spent her whole life in cities, and much preferred the comforts of cobbled streets and silken sheets. The forest was dark and damp, and she was hating every moment of going to meet this mysterious client who lived in the middle of the woodland. Her garb also worried her, a leather and cloth travelling outfit very different from the scanty silk dresses she preferred. Granted, it was cut tight and low on her cleavage, and clung pleasantly to her legs, hips and ass, but still she worried it made her look like a peasant.
Suddenly, something caught her attention, distracting her from her self-centred misery. |