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Gold and Lapis Part I
14 years ago
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Ramblings of a sexy wolf
Inspired by a piece done by Anubislaughed, here is a story about a disgraced courtesan who learns of love, treachery, and hope. Despite so much being said, I have to take some creative liberties. So without further ado… :D
It had been a particularly busy day at the White Lily, the most renowned (and luxurious) brothel in all of Memphis. The courtesans were so stunning that it was said that Hathor herself envied their splendor. Prominent amongst these courtesans was a voluptuous albino jackal named Femi. The envy of every courtesan in the White Lily, Femi could work with several clients in a single day. She could regale a client with epic tales from far away lands, sing with her harmonious voice, dance seductively, or bring a man the heights of ecstasy. Her talents seemed endless.
Today, Femi had worked with twenty clients. Femi was ordinarily greeted with about ten, which was impressive considering her company came at the price of one-hundred gold pieces. Exhausted from work, she lay in her overly-lavished room.
“I know I’m good, but when will it end?” she asked herself while resting on her bed. Her entire body was aching. Her prior client had her seduce him with a sultry dance. But one sway of her curvaceous body turned his pleated kilt into a tent. Before that client, Femi was asked to show her skill with her tongue, and thus she expertly slurped his manhood. It was one after another. Because of her status as the best, Femi was awarded the opportunity to call it quits for the day if she reached a certain number of clients. Considering that she earned two-thousand gold pieces today, Femi could stop working anytime she wanted. Grinning with satisfaction, she nodded to herself and said “I think I’ll call it quits for today.”
Right when she was about to call it a day, there was a knock at her door. Femi sighed as she realized it was no doubt another client. Though she was ready to stop, she was nothing if not professional. Putting her game-face on, she lied upon her bed seductively. Speaking in a soothing, sultry tone, she beckoned whoever was knocking to come in.
Who walked through her door was a golden-furred jackal. His attire was simple, composed of a white, pleated kilt. To mark his place in the social hierarchy, he wore gold armlets, bracelets, and anklets. Femi’s eyes widened when she saw him.
“Massui!” Femi exclaimed.
“Glad to see me, love?” he asked her with a grin.
To answer the golden jackal, Femi jumped out of bed and greeted the man with a big hug. She was so excited to see him that she nearly knocked him on the floor. Massui lightly laughed as he held Femi tightly.
“I thought your father cut you off,” Femi said as she nuzzled her head into his chest.
“I don’t need the old man! Besides, I’ve been hitting the dice again,” Massui said with a sly smirk and narrowed eyes.
“Again…?” Femi mumbled with disappointment.
Massui hailed from one of the wealthiest families in Memphis. His father, Khai, once served as a general in the Pharaoh’s army before retiring to his estate in Memphis. Massui was known as a reckless, overly-proud man, but he was very charismatic and often got his way. Tired of his son’s antics, Khai cut off his son from the family fortune. Rather than earn back his father’s favor, Massui took to gambling. Now addicted to gambling, Massui racked up quite a bit of debt.
“Don’t give me that look, Femi,” Massui growled. “I have just about enough money to start that life with you like I’ve been saying. I just need a bit more coin.”
“Promises promises,” Femi spat. “How much coin is enough for you?”
“Forty-thousand,” Massui said nonchalantly. “You see, there’s a mansion in Hebenu that’s ten-thousand. After buying all the necessities such as slaves, art, and so on, the total comes to forty-thousand.” Despite the staggering number he had mentioned, Massui was calm and composed, overly so.
“Good luck with that,” Femi sighed.
“But you’re my good luck charm,” Massui said as he grabbed Femi’s shoulders. “I need your help. I want you to…”
Massui whispered a few things into Femi’s ear. He began with a few flattering words to cause her to lower her guard. Once she was comfortable in his grasp, he told her exactly what he wanted of her. Femi’s eyes flared from rage, what he asked of her was too great…
It had been a particularly busy day at the White Lily, the most renowned (and luxurious) brothel in all of Memphis. The courtesans were so stunning that it was said that Hathor herself envied their splendor. Prominent amongst these courtesans was a voluptuous albino jackal named Femi. The envy of every courtesan in the White Lily, Femi could work with several clients in a single day. She could regale a client with epic tales from far away lands, sing with her harmonious voice, dance seductively, or bring a man the heights of ecstasy. Her talents seemed endless.
Today, Femi had worked with twenty clients. Femi was ordinarily greeted with about ten, which was impressive considering her company came at the price of one-hundred gold pieces. Exhausted from work, she lay in her overly-lavished room.
“I know I’m good, but when will it end?” she asked herself while resting on her bed. Her entire body was aching. Her prior client had her seduce him with a sultry dance. But one sway of her curvaceous body turned his pleated kilt into a tent. Before that client, Femi was asked to show her skill with her tongue, and thus she expertly slurped his manhood. It was one after another. Because of her status as the best, Femi was awarded the opportunity to call it quits for the day if she reached a certain number of clients. Considering that she earned two-thousand gold pieces today, Femi could stop working anytime she wanted. Grinning with satisfaction, she nodded to herself and said “I think I’ll call it quits for today.”
Right when she was about to call it a day, there was a knock at her door. Femi sighed as she realized it was no doubt another client. Though she was ready to stop, she was nothing if not professional. Putting her game-face on, she lied upon her bed seductively. Speaking in a soothing, sultry tone, she beckoned whoever was knocking to come in.
Who walked through her door was a golden-furred jackal. His attire was simple, composed of a white, pleated kilt. To mark his place in the social hierarchy, he wore gold armlets, bracelets, and anklets. Femi’s eyes widened when she saw him.
“Massui!” Femi exclaimed.
“Glad to see me, love?” he asked her with a grin.
To answer the golden jackal, Femi jumped out of bed and greeted the man with a big hug. She was so excited to see him that she nearly knocked him on the floor. Massui lightly laughed as he held Femi tightly.
“I thought your father cut you off,” Femi said as she nuzzled her head into his chest.
“I don’t need the old man! Besides, I’ve been hitting the dice again,” Massui said with a sly smirk and narrowed eyes.
“Again…?” Femi mumbled with disappointment.
Massui hailed from one of the wealthiest families in Memphis. His father, Khai, once served as a general in the Pharaoh’s army before retiring to his estate in Memphis. Massui was known as a reckless, overly-proud man, but he was very charismatic and often got his way. Tired of his son’s antics, Khai cut off his son from the family fortune. Rather than earn back his father’s favor, Massui took to gambling. Now addicted to gambling, Massui racked up quite a bit of debt.
“Don’t give me that look, Femi,” Massui growled. “I have just about enough money to start that life with you like I’ve been saying. I just need a bit more coin.”
“Promises promises,” Femi spat. “How much coin is enough for you?”
“Forty-thousand,” Massui said nonchalantly. “You see, there’s a mansion in Hebenu that’s ten-thousand. After buying all the necessities such as slaves, art, and so on, the total comes to forty-thousand.” Despite the staggering number he had mentioned, Massui was calm and composed, overly so.
“Good luck with that,” Femi sighed.
“But you’re my good luck charm,” Massui said as he grabbed Femi’s shoulders. “I need your help. I want you to…”
Massui whispered a few things into Femi’s ear. He began with a few flattering words to cause her to lower her guard. Once she was comfortable in his grasp, he told her exactly what he wanted of her. Femi’s eyes flared from rage, what he asked of her was too great…
Very nice, I really like the scene between Femi & Massui.