Orc Dominion: Zentara - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next morning Jeanette was sorer than she would have thought possible. Using her royal prerogative, she dismissed kitty, her chambermaid, and decided to lie in bed, stating she was ill. Besides, after such a climactic night, where she not only lost her virginity, but with multiple men, she needed some time to herself to think and reflect. As she relived the previous night in her mind, she was tempted to begin masturbating, though one brush between her legs convinced her that was a bad idea.

Someone began knocking on the door, and after Jeanette bid the person to enter, the door opened. "Your Highness, I heard you were not feeling well, is there anything I can do?" A young, pretty woman swept into the room with a warm smile on her face.

"Susannah! How good to see you, do come in..." Jeanette smiled welcomingly as Lady Susannah Welton entered her bed chamber. The princess sat up against the headboard of the bed and patted the mattress to encourage Susannah to sit down. "I'm feeling just a little under the weather, but it is nothing to be concerned about."

"Then I suppose congratulations are in order?" Jeanette started, surprised and worried that Susannah somehow knew she had lost her virginity. "You're getting married!" Jeanette exhaled in relief that her secret had not been found out, though Susannah interpreted it as being unhappy with the arrangement. "I know the Duke of Braden is not what you wanted, but won't it be nice to be married at least? And he's certainly a respectable enough gentleman, with bountiful lands and influence in Heste."

"I know, I know...but look at him Susannah! And the stories they tell about him..." Jeanette shuddered again, pulling a face which caused Susannah to lead in and give the princess a hug. "Well at least you can look on the bright side...if even half the stories are true he should be quite the skilled lover for you!" Susannah giggled playfully, and even Jeanette managed a smile.

"Susannah! You minx! Where did you learn to start thinking like that?" Jeanette smiled a little wider, thinking about how at this rate she would be the more skilled lover.

"Oh come now Jeanette, don't tell me you don't think about it too! I bet you can't wait to find out what it feels like to make love!"

Jeanette smiled nervously, since she really couldn't, and didn't wait. "I suppose you're right, I have been a bit curious..."

"And you better tell me all the naughty details too once it happens! At this rate it will be some time before my parents get around to marrying me off and I'll need all the preparation I can get!" Susannah smiled at her friend.

"All the naughty details, hmm? My oh my Susannah, you're getting a bold aren't you?" Jeanette smirked a bit. "Are you sure there isn't some handsome stable boy you've been thinking of exploring some of these naughty things with that have got you so interested all of a sudden?" Jeanette couldn't help but think of the naughty details she could tell the other woman.

Susannah blushed slightly, but shook her head. "No, no one in particular...just...curious." She smiles shyly at Jeanette, and the girls burst into another fit of giggles. In order to change the subject, the blushing Susannah continued, "Oh! You'll never guess what! Orcs have been spotted in Shropfordshire!"

"Orcs? Really? Whatever are they doing there? I haven't heard anything about orcs entering Zentara...did they cause any trouble?" Jeanette leaned towards Susannah, looking a little worried. Orcs caused great trouble for Thesta and Sandora, but normally left Zentara alone. The princess hoped that they were not going to start now.

"Oh no, they didn't cause any trouble...they just sort of hung around the town and talked to people...paid handsomely for room and board and everything they bought. I had no notion that they were so rich!"

"Well, it's probably plunder from Thesta or Sandora...I guess I never really thought about where they would spend it before, but I suppose they have to sell or trade it somewhere."

"My father said he thought they normally trade it on the other side of the Angrian March...but perhaps they're looking for a closer place to begin trading with. Still, it's a little exciting isn't it? Orcs! I've never seen one...father wouldn't let me leave the estate when they were in Shropfordshire. To think that there is a whole different race from humans...well, there are elves too I suppose, but they are similar enough."

Jeanette smiled at how excited Susannah was. "There're not all that different...they still have one head, two arms and two legs. But they're supposed to be savage creatures...always raiding and looting and pillaging...don't get too excited my dear. They're not to be trusted."

"I know I know, I've heard that too...but the ones in Shropfordshire were supposedly very nice. Maybe the stories we've heard are just stories? After all, it's not like humans don't raid, loot, and pillage as well. Maybe there's a whole culture to them!"

"And you're going to be the one who discovers it? Are you going to invite them to stay with you at your estate?" Jeanette giggle playfully, and Susannah flushed.

"Well of course not...I mean, they are supposed to be scary looking, being so large and having tusks. I think I should like to at least see one though, don't you think?"

"Well if they do begin coming into Zentara to trade I'm sure you'll get your chance. But I wouldn't hold my breath, I doubt my father would allow it...it would run the risk of alienating Thesta and Sandora and he won't do that."

"I suppose you're right. Maybe I'll get a chance to see them before the king says 'no' though?" Susannah smiled again. "Oh dear, I should let you get back to rest, and I need to go and see father. I hope you feel better Your Highness!"

"I'm sure I will, do take care Susannah! Watch out for orcs!" Jeanette smiled as her friend left, settling back into her bed. Susannah was a good friend, if a little naïve sometimes. "I suppose I was too, though, before..."

Jeanette was not able to maintain her resolve to stay away from The Soiled Dove. The princess lasted a whole week before she gave in to the temptation. Jeanette thought she had awoken as a woman years earlier, but that was nothing compared to the real thing. Jeanette could no longer be truly satisfied with just her fingers. She needed the real thing, and craved the extra thrill and excitement of playing the part of a doxy in a brothel.

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When Jeanette returned to The Soiled Dove the following week she immediately made her way back to the Madame. The Madame gave her a knowing smile as Jeanette pulled back the cowl of her cloak and revealed herself. "Back again are you? Couldn't stay away?"

"I've rethought your offer to work here regulary, Madame...well, at least, semi regularly...maybe a few days a week?" Jeanette looked up at the Madame hopefully, heart pounding in her chest. "I suppose I might be able to make that work...you get half a bit per customer...the harder you work, the more you get. Do you agree?"

Jeanette nodded eagerly, not concerned with the amount of money she would make. "Yes, yes that sounds very fair...thank you. May I start tonight?"

The Madame laughed at Jeanette's eagerness. "Sure thing dearie, let me hook you up with Cindy. She will show you the ropes while you get settled in." The Madame brought Jeanette over to a lovely woman who was walking the stage. The woman, though young, was older than Jeanette and had the look of someone who had been working in the business for a while. "Cindy, this little sweetie is going to be working with us a few nights a week from now on. Take her under your wing and show her what's what, alright?"

Cindy smiled and nodded at the Madame. "Sure thing boss, I'll take good care of her." Cindy turned towards Jeanette as the Madame went back to her post by the stairs. "So what's your name hon?"

Jeanette paused for a moment, the question catching her off guard, before she finally just blurted out the truth. "Jeanette."

"Oh! Like the princess! How nice...it's a lovely name."

Jeanette blushed a little at the remark. "Yes that's right...and you're Cindy, right?"

Cindy nodded and looped her arm through Jeanette's. "Mmhmm...now, let me give you a brief tour of the place. There's a bar up front there where the men typically start out. Then they come on over to the stage where they decide what girl they want to pick. It's your job to make them want to pick you. Do what you have to...play the innocent maiden, shake your tits, flash your cooch, whatever it takes. Here is some free advice though: make eye contact with the crowd, make each man out there think you're doing it for him personally. Try to relax and have a good time, if it seems like you're having fun, it'll be more natural and they're more likely to think you're into it and want them back. That'll always get their attention! With a bit of luck you'll build up your own following of regulars before too long. If you keep them coming back it will make things much easier for you."

Jeanette nodded rapidly as she listened to the older girl. "Alright...I think I can do all that. Do...do you have a regular clientele?"

Cindy looked at Jeanette with a hint of bemusement. "Yes I surely do, I don't see them all every night of course...not enough time in the night for it, not if what you're gonna do beneath the covers is gonna keep them coming back. But I've been working for the Madame here about two years now and I've started making more than a few bits. Plus the men will leave tips or give presents if you treat them sweet enough. I figure a couple more years here and I'll be able to go respectable, long as I keep saving up my marks."

Jeanette smiled at the more experienced girl. "It sounds as if you have quite the plan put together. How did you get into this line of work?"

Cindy laughed a bit at Jeanette's question. "Never heard it asked so sweetly before...but I got into it after my folks passed from the Sweltering Fever...I couldn't keep the farm going by myself, and didn't feel like getting shackled to a man only after my farm, so I sold it to an uncle and became a city girl. Now, that's enough chatter, can't make money when you're jabbering. We need to get you up on stage there and taking customers. But first we need to get you out of those digs, Jeanette. The serving girl look isn't going to cut it with this crowd."

Jeanette looked concerned and a little confused. "What do you mean? I don't have anything besides this to wear..."

"Well, just look around you! None of these other girls are as covered as you on in that dress. I admit it does a good job of showing off the tits, but we need a little bit more. Come on back to the pantry right quick and I'll show you what I mean." Cindy grinned and looped her arm around Jeanette's and pulled her into a nearby pantry.

Jeanette looked around the small closet pantry, examining the good and sundries inside. "I don't see how this is going to help..."

Cindy chuckled and grabbed a pair of scissors. "No this is perfect, here watch..." Cindy began snipping away at the stitching of the of the thin cloth cincher that tied in the front of the servant's dress and squeezed and lifted her breasts up. Once it was removed, Cindy cut away the fabric of the dress from the waist up.

"Hey! I need this dress intact..." Jeanette's protested quietly, half-heartedly as she didn't really need the dress. Instead, she watched in rapture as the garment was cut and her generous bust spilled free. It wasn't long however, before Cindy wrapped the thin cincher over Jeanette's bare skin, once more squeezing her waist and barely covering her breasts. As Jeanette looked down, the fabric of the cincher only just barely covered her nipple, and much of the sides and all of the top of her breasts were left exposed, as well as her slit down to her navel.

"There, this is perfect...well, almost perfect. One more thing to be done!" Cindy knelt down and cut into the skirt of the dress a few inches above the knee. She then began cutting around Jeanette, leaving a jagged hemline above the knee and exposing Jeanette's calves. "There! Done! Now let's get you up on stage and see what you can do! Remember, eye contact!"

Jeanette exited the pantry and walked back to the stage. When she stepped up onto it, the skirt of the now much shorter dress fell back to expose her thigh, much to the delight of the crowd. Jeanette smiled at the other girls up on stage and walked to the front, hands on her hips, back straight as she thrust her barely covered breasts out at the crowd. With a heated smile on her face, she looked out at the patrons of the brothel, scanning the crowd, looking each man in the eye as she turned slightly in both directions, putting her breasts in profile, and exposing her inner thighs as she lifted her skirt slightly.

The mean cheered and clapped, whistling and catcalling as Jeanette strutted on the stage. She noticed one man, sitting near the front shifting about uncomfortable in his seat, his eyes devouring her. The bearded man had his hand was beneath the table, adjusting his pants around a no doubt throbbing erection. Jeanette grinned a little wider, reveling in the affect she had on this man. She lifted her arm, pointing straight at him, and then curled her finger to beckon him towards the stage.

The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he rose up from the table. The men around him clapped him on the shoulders and pushed him forward to the stage. Jeanette hopped down into his arms, her tits pressing into his chest. He then wrapped his arm around her, and led her up the stairs, paying the Madame on his way.

Jeanette began spending several nights a week in the brothel, finding newer and dirtier ways of pleasuring men. She learned to please men with her mouth, with her tits, even with her ass. Each new depredation brought her greater and greater pleasure. The only drawback, besides the late nights and ultimately sore pussy, was the horrid tea she had to drink at the end of each night to prevent any pregnancy. Not that Jeanette let them cum inside her after the first night, that was too hard to clean between customers, but the Madame did not want her girls taking any chances, and neither did Jeanette.

Most of these activities were within her comfort zone, though Jeanette did learn that there were more services provided at The Soiled Dove than she could have imagined before first working there. One night, Cindy came to her and said, "Jeanette, I need your help with a client...he has special needs. But he is a big spender, and always gives a little extra on the side. You'll do great with him!"

Intrigued, Jeanette followed Cindy upstairs to one of the rooms. Inside, an older man waited. He was better dressed than the usual customers, probably a merchant of some sort, though not one that Jeanette recognized, thankfully.

"Mr. Beechum, this is my good friend Jeanette. Jeanette, this is Mr. Beechum, my best and most valued client." Cindy smiled as she introduced the two, looking back and forth between them. Beechum leered and Jeanette, walking towards her. "Jeanette, just like the princess. As beautiful as her too..." Beechum reached out to stroke Jeanette's cheek and chin, then let his hand fall to her bosom and gave it a squeeze. "Does she know what I like?"

Jeanette smiled, but otherwise remained impassive as she was inspected. Cindy chimed in, "Not yet Mr. Beechum, but she's a right clever girl and I know she'll catch on quick. Now, let's get started...come on then, Mr. Beechum, show Jeanette here what we have to work with."

Beechum untied his pants, and quickly pushed them down past his knees. As he stood up again, Jeanette couldn't help but giggle at what she saw. In the past weeks she'd been working at the brothel, she had seen many different penises, but she had never seen one as small as this. It was a mere two inches at best, barely extending out from the tuft of hair between his legs. Jeanette tried to hide the fact that she had laughed at him, as that was something which was stressed to her never to do. Beechum saw it, however, and rather than getting mad, his cock gave a little twitch.

Cindy smirked and looked from the tiny cock to Jeanette. "It's not much, is it? It's insulting the way he walks in here with that tiny little dick and expects any woman, even a whore to take it between her legs." Jeanette looked at Cindy in surprise for so boldly insulting a client, but the other girl just looked back expectantly.

Catching on, Jeanette looked back towards Beechum. "Calling it a dick is kind of you Cindy, for it's hardly that at all. It's more of a dicklette, really, or a clit." Beechum groaned softly at the words, reaching down to start stroking the small penis with two fingers. "Are you trying to get it hard for us? Go on then, stroke it...show us what you have and let me see how big you can get it."

Jeanette and Cindy laughed at the older man as he rubbed his little cock. "Don't get your hopes up Jeanette, it's not much to see when it's hard either. Most men are bigger than he is when they're soft! But Mr. Beechum likes to put on his little show and we always give the customer what he wants."

It was hard to tell, but Jeanette did seem to think that Beechum's cock was growing. It could not have been much, maybe another inch or so, and even then it was not fully hard, remaining flaccid and only partially erect. "How does he intend to fuck us with that thing? Tell me I'm not going to have to touch it, I think I'd die!"

Jeanette giggled again as Cindy looked over. "Oh don't you worry my dear, he wouldn't dare think of making us touch that little thing. He knows that's not going to happen, in fact, he knows that even bringing that tiny little dick in here gets him punished..."

"Punished?" Jeanette looked over at Cindy again as Beechum groaned, beating his meat faster now with this thumb and forefinger. "Yes that's right...Mr. Beechum gets his bum paddled for coming in here with such a small cock and insulting us by making us watch him play with it. Isn't that right, Mr. Beechum?"

"Ung...oh yes Cindy...I deserve it..." Jeanette giggled at the display. This was something totally new for her, and she had no notion that a man would want to be humiliated in this fashion. Cindy opened an armoire and pulled out a long, wooden panel and swatted it at Beechum's hand. "Stop all that stroking! You don't want to cum too early do you? It's bad enough you have such a small cock, but you don't want to be an early cummer as well right?

"No Cindy..." Beechum removed his hand from his little cock, letting it bob and twitch. He then turned around and bent forward, placing his palms on the wall with his backside toward Cindy and Jeanette. Cindy winked at Jeanette, then gripped the paddle with both hands and swung it forward, smacking him firmly in the backside. Jeanette watched wide eyed as a large red welt formed on Beechum's backside. Beechum grunted as the paddle collided with his butt, arching his back to stick it out further at the women. Cindy struck him again, and then again.

"This is what you get Mr. Beechum for coming here and exposing that pathetic little dick to us. Doesn't he deserve this Jeanette?"

Jeanette broke her eyes away from Beechum to glance at Cindy, and then reached to take the paddle from the other woman. "That's quite right, Cindy. Mr. Beechum is clearly not a real man, and shouldn't be coming here to waste our time." Jeanette swung the paddle again, striking it across both cheeks to hit them evenly. She then began switching back and forth to each cheek, turning his bottom red.

"Ah! Oh...thank you Jeanette! Mmm! Thank you for punishing me!" Beechum shook his hips back and forth at Jeanette, urging her to continue hitting him. "How did you even get such a small cock, Mr. Beechum? Did your father have a small dick? Did he have to breed with a dwarf? Or did yours stop growing at the age of three?"

"It never grew, Jeanette...it's been the same size since I was a little boy." Even though he asked for it, Beechum still flushed with humiliation at the degrading words. A man of his station, being verbally abused, physically punished, and rejected by two whores in a brothel demolished his ego. Even still, his cock throbbed as much as ever, the half limp dicklette bouncing in delight with each spank, and each cutting remark.

"I'm going to guess you don't have any children, Mr. Beechum. I mean, what woman would let you put that tiny little cock of yours inside her. Even if you found one who would, you couldn't get it in deep enough to fertilize her womb. But it's for the best, I'm sure...a pathetic, small dicked man like yourself shouldn't be reproducing anyway." Jeanette got nastier as she continued paddling, until finally Cindy took the paddle back from her.

"Didn't I tell you she'd catch on quickly, Mr. Beechum? As I've told you before, any woman would feel the same way after seeing that itty bitty little pecker you carry around in there. Any girl in here would say and do the same things. But I suppose if we're going to take your money and humiliate you, you should at least get something from it. So come on over Mr. Beechum, you know what to do." Leaning over, Cindy whispered into Jeanette's ear, "Just go with it..."

Cindy placed Jeanette with her back against the wall, and Beechum moved in front of her and knelt before her. Cindy grinned and ran her hands down Jeanette's hips and thighs, rubbing her slowly. "You know you're no good for fucking women, but there is something you can do, isn't there Mr. Beechum?" Cindy snickered softly as she began bunching up Jeanette's skirt. "You can lick their pussies...come on Mr. Beechum, lick this dirty whore's cunt..."

Jeanette gasped in surprise at the idea. Even with all her experience so far in the brothel, none of her customers had ever licked her down there before. Although she had sucked a man's cock, it hadn't occurred to her that she might receive the same sort of pleasure. Looking down at Beechum, the man seemed aroused at the idea, even as he flinched. Jeanette's breasts heaved as she breathed harder in anticipation. Cindy lifted the short skirt above Jeanette's waist, exposing her slit to Beechum. Her labia were wet, a sign that punishing Beechum had aroused her.

Beechum leaned in, kissing the inside of Jeanette's knee, then began running her lips up her sweaty inner thigh. As he moved upward, Cindy gripped his hair and jerked his head to the side. "You know better than to kiss a woman's leg without permission, Mr. Beechum. If you can't pleasure a woman with your cock, you don't get to call the shots."

"I'm sorry, Cindy...please, may I lick your pussy, Jeanette? Please let me lick it!" Beechum begged and groveled, looking up eagerly as his tiny dick jumped and twitched.

"You want to lick this dirty whore's cunt? To stick your tongue deep inside her pussy?" Cindy looked over at Jeanette and grinned. "What do you think Jeanette? Will you let this loser lick your cunt? Do you think he's worthy of tonguing your dirty snatch?"

Jeanette tried to put on an amused face, but the constant calling her a dirty whore was beginning to wear on her. She knew the game that Cindy was playing, but it still nagged on the back of her mind, and played into her own self-doubts about what she was doing. Even still, she knew that she had to play along, as degrading as it was. For like it or not, she was a whore, by her own doing, and she had to pleasure her customer.

"I don't know...I suppose so. Even a wealthy merchant like Mr. Beechum is lower than a common whore if he has a dick that small. Hah! I think his tongue is longer than his cock so maybe it will actually be able to pleasure a woman. I suppose there is only one way to find out...let's see it Mr. Beechum, shove that slimy little tongue of yours up my dirty snatch! It's already had four cocks in it tonight, so it couldn't hurt to have that tiny cocked loser's tongue in it."

"Thank you Jeanette! I won't let you down! I swear it!" Beechum began kissing and licking Jeanette's thigh again, rubbing his face up the smooth leg. He then pressed his face into Jeanette's crotch, inhaling the scent of her pussy, and ran his nose through her soft pubic hair. Beechum then lapped and licked at the swollen nether lips, tracing the curve with the tip of his tongue before lashing it between her legs again, rubbing it directly against the slit. Jeanette gasped and moaned at the pleasurable sensation of the hot, wet muscle sliding against her sensitive puss.

"I think the tawdry harlot likes it Mr. Beechum...perhaps you're good for something after all. Not fucking like a real man, of course, but rubbing your face between a whore's legs, licking her well fucked pussy...perhaps if you're a real good boy she'll even let you clean her out after she spreads her legs for a real man..." Cindy laughed a little louder, gripping Beechum's hair again to press his face even harder between Jeanette's legs, pushing his tongue deeper inside her.

Beechum began slurping at the juicy cunt, thrusting the tongue in and out of her, twisting and thrashing it inside Jeanette's pussy. Jeanette began thrusting her hips forward; riding Beechum's face and humping his lips and tongue eagerly.

Cindy laughed a bit louder. "I think the dirty slut likes it...even though she fucks any man with coin to pay and a cock large enough to slide inside her, it seems even a small dicked loser's tongue brings her pleasure as well. I guess the little whore would do anything to get some attention to her dirty pussy."

Jeanette's clit engorged and slid out of its hood as she became more and more aroused. Beechum wrapped his lips around the little button and began to suckle as he cast his eyes up at Jeanette. Cindy stroked the back of Beechum's head, running her fingers through his soft hair. She then reached over to Jeanette with her other hand and tugged down on the thin, cloth corset. Jeanette's tits spilled free, and the sight of it caused Beechum to groan in desire.

Jeanette bit down on her lower lip as her nipples hardened after being exposed. Cindy then pinched one, and gave it a little twist. Jeanette gasped out loud at the sudden sensation, and then quivered as Beechum tongued her clit rapidly. Cindy began to rub and massage Jeanette's large tit as she leaned towards the other woman, bringing their lips together. Jeanette whimpered in surprise at the kiss. Men almost never kissed her, and she had never kissed another woman before. Jeanette's heart began to race faster, the pleasure of the pussy licking outweighing the discomfort of suddenly being kissed by another woman.

Jeanette brought her own hands to Cindy's body, awkwardly stroking her chin as she rocked her hips forward and back against Beechum's face. Cindy and Jeanette continued to kiss, and soon their tongues were sliding against each other as they kissed again and again. Jeanette's whimpers began getting louder and shriller, until finally she quivered and spasmed as Beechum brought her to climax by his furious assault on her clit.

Beechum continued to lick at Jeanette's clit, touching and rubbing it, each touch making her twitch and try to jerk away. Finally, his licking came to a stop, and Cindy pulled away from the embrace leaving Jeanette panting and heaving for breath as she recovered from the climax.

"Isn't she a dirty slut, Mr. Beechum? A pretty young thing like her...coming here and spreading her legs for big fat cocks...then riding your face to make herself cum? She seems to enjoy herself a little too much doing all this. She's a very, very naughty girl isn't she?" Cindy watched Beechum as she continued to play with Jeanette's breast. Beechum sat back on his calves beneath the girls and began to stroke his little cock again. As Beechum started to stroke, Cindy closed her fingers on Jeanette's nipple and gave it a little tug, making the princess gasp out loud again.

"Oooh...y-yes Cindy...such a dirty nasty slut...she should be punished...!" Beechum groaned again as his fingertips slid around his cockhead.

Jeanette looked at Cindy in surprise, "What?" Before she could say any more, or protest, Cindy pinched the nipple again, and then gave her breast a light slap.

"You heard Mr. Beechum, Jeanette, you're a dirty nasty slut who needs to be punished...aren't you?" Cindy lowered her hand to Jeanette's pussy and gave it a sharp slap, then thumped her fingertips against Jeanette's clit. The hard, sharp sensations between her legs made her jump in place and bang against the wall. Her knees buckled as her cunt throbbed and pulsed from the abuse.

"Ah! Yes! Yes I'm a dirty, nasty, slut...I...I only work here because I want lots of cock! I just want to spread my legs for man after man!" Jeanette shouted out the humiliating words, her cheeks burning at the truth to them, even though she was supposed to be putting on an act. Tears welled at the corner of her eyes, though the pain of the insults was mixed with further arousal as Cindy rubbed and massaged her soaked pussy.

Beechum continued to jerk his dick furiously, his eyes devouring the humiliated and defeated look on Jeanette's face. He started to edge, teetering on the verge of climax as he watched Cindy abuse Jeanette. Cindy rubbed Jeanette's clit vigorously, making the other woman mewl and pant. "See how hot she's getting? The slut is like a bitch in heat...she'll hump anything just to get off." Cindy pulled her hand away from between Jeanette's legs, leaving her wanting and desperate. "Isn't that so, Jeanette? Say it..."

Jeanette gulped and closed her eyes, then opened them up again and looked down at Beechum. "Yes...I'll hump anything to get off...I'm a desperate whore...all I care about is getting off! My pussy owns me!" Beechum's hand became a blur around the tiny dicklette as he thrust his hips upwards. Jeanette twitched and shuddered as she yearned and craved for further contact. Instead, Cindy grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. She then yanked the skirt down to Jeanette's feet and puled her hips out, so that her ass thrust toward Beechum. Cindy then spread Jeanette's legs, to expose her drenched pussy lips to the man. Jeanette braced herself on the wall, palms flat against it as her breasts hung beneath her. Cindy then grabbed the paddle again, and swung it down, smacking Jeanette sharply on the ass. Jeanette cried out, hopping in place as Cindy paddled her over and over.

Beechum began to cum at the sight, shooting his load over his hand. His climax was weak, thin and meager like his cock. Beechum collapsed back onto the floor, panting and groaning as his little dick continued to dribble onto the floor.

Cindy leaned over and whispered in Jeanette's ear again, Good job hon, it'll be worth it, you see..."

Jeanette whimpered, still hot and needy, as she had been quite turned on again by Cindy's touch. Realizing that it was over, and not wanting to admit how hot she was, she nodded and reached down, pulling her skirt back up around her waist and stuffed her tits back into her top.

Beechum rose and redressed, then turned to the women with a smile. "I had a great time ladies, you were wonderful...thank you..." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small pouch and counted out ten gold marks, giving five to each woman. Five gold marks was about the take home pay for a girl at the Soiled Dove after a week. Cindy smiled broadly at the reward, while Jeanette's smile was weaker, as she didn't really leave the money. "I'll look for you two again sometime soon. Goodnight!"

Beechum left the room, leaving Cindy and Jeanette alone. "Sorry about dumping that on you Jeanette. I know it was kind of sudden, but trust me, your natural reactions worked in our favor...I hope you didn't take it personally. It was just an act!"

"I...I know Cindy...it was just...sudden." Jeanette wet her lips, still shaking lightly, then put on a brave front. "But wow! Five gold marks! And I didn't even have to lie on my back! That's incredible!" Jeanette tittered softly. "I know right? I told you it'd be worth it. Didn't even take that long! Plenty of time to get back to taking more customers right?"

Jeanette grinned a bit at the prospect. She could certainly use a man between her legs at the moment. "There sure is! Though if we could get enough men to pay like this regularly there wouldn't be a need for it. Are there many men who do this? Have you done this sort of thing before?"

Cindy shook her head. "Not really...just with Mr. Beechum. Sometimes you'll get a guy who wants to spank you...or wants to be spanked but they don't pay that much more than regular. Mr. Beechum is a little unique in what he looks for. This was the first time we've had two girls...it just sort of keeps escalating. Sometimes I wonder how far I can get him to go, right?"

Jeanette nodded along. "I know what you mean...it is kind of exhilarating. And it's definitely different than what we normally do. I never thought sex could get old until the hundredth or so man climbed atop me." Jeanette laughed a little more, her spirits starting to return.

"This job can still surprise every once in a while. Maybe if I'm real lucky I'll push it so far that I can convince Mr. Beechum to marry me, and live off his wealth the rest of my days!" Cindy starting laughing as well, and the two girls continued to joke as they went downstairs and back to work.

As they approached the stage, Jeanette stopped short. Sitting near the front by himself was a large orc. Jeanette hadn't seen one in the club before. "What is that orc doing here, Cindy?" Jeanette looked apprehensively at the orc, wondering if she'd have to service him.

"They come in from time to time, to see if they can get lucky. Most girls won't take them...it's bad for business in the long run. Men...human men, don't want to be with a woman who's fucked one. They're dirty little pigs. We girls don't want to hang out with a girl who has been with one either. If she starts fucking them, it creates more pressure for the rest of us to. Any girl who lies with an orc in a club gets blackballed by the others. It can pay well, since they have to pay more, but only the really desperate take them up on it. Take it from me, Jeanette, stay well away from them. The Madame won't force you to take one, but she's been trying hard to encourage a girl to."

Jeanette continued on like this without being caught, even being able to hide her exhaustion from spending one out of every three nights in the brothel and getting hardly any sleep. Jeanette showed great perseverance in maintaining her duties even with her extracurricular activities, begrudgingly continuing with the wedding plans and receiving lessons on the culture of Heste and the lands controlled by the Duke of Braden.

Continued in Soiled Dove Chapter 1...

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