Chapter 25

From the Video Blog of Ariel, the First Immortal Whore

I am meeting Fyrefang3 at the Pig later today. I’ll need to arrive early to check in with Hulda.

Even so, I do have time to make a trip by Foxys so I can pick up my corset. I was in a couple of days ago for the fitting; today we are just confirming the final round of adjustments.

Sasha is there. She tries to convince me to wear it this evening. But when I think of Fyrefang3 and especially Lathandré, I don’t think a corset is the right outfit. Lathandré doesn’t seem the patient type.

The Roasted Pig is getting busy as I arrive. I don’t spy Hulda so I pull up a seat at the bar.

“Good to see ya,” Goodman Brown says. “Will ya have anything?”

“I’m meeting Fyrefang3 here later. I think we are having dinner, so I’ll wait.

“Have you heard that Goody asked my guild master for permission for me to work the Pig?”

“Aye, right enough. I reckon Hulda’ll show ya around when she’s next down. Don’t be surprised if she’s a might excited.”

“Why is she excited? If anything I think she would be uncomfortable that I’d take away business.”

“I’ll let Goody answer that.” Goody Brown is walking up with a tray full of empty glasses.

“Answer what?”

“Ariel is wanting to know why Hulda’s excited to whore with her.”

Goody Brown rattles off a series of orders. Her husband starts filling glasses while she turns to me.

“Hulda’s proud of her work with ya. Ya come in half scared to admit that ya might spread your legs some day. An now you’re coming up on being a whore anyone’d be right proud to work alongside.

“I think she wants to show ya off. ‘See look. I got her started.’ But it’s more than that.

“Hulda told ya how she still thinks of whoring as a way to make people happy. She sees ya as similar.”

“I think for me it’s more about them growing than just being happy.”

“Right enough. But the two of ya could work a shift and compare notes on the great work ya done at the end.”

“And she doesn’t do that with you?”

“Ah she does sure enough. But there’s things ya don’t tell your ma. It’s not like I don’t know. But still, she can say it to ya.”

I smell Hulda coming just in time to brace for her hug. “Ariel!”

I turn and face her. She is smiling widely. “Hulda, good to see you.”

“How’s it been? I was worried ya’d forgotten us til ma said ya could work here.”

“It’s been good. I died the other day, squatting to change my rags, but besides that it’s been great.”

“Ya were changing your rags in the middle of a battle? What kind of stupid crap is that?”

“No. Although it wasn’t really smarter. I wanted privacy and a shambler snuck up on me.”

Hulda throws up her hands. “Immortals! Well, ya’re back now.”

She turns to Goody Brown. “Have ya explained rules and fees and stuff?”

“Not right yet. She wondered why ya’s all excited.”

“Well go over that so I can introduce her around.”

Goody Brown goes over the details. They will be taking a percentage of what I earn. That makes me feel better about my concerns about taking business away from Hulda. I mention this.

“If you’re both upstairs ya aren’t taking away business. Keep in mind though when it gets busy it takes all three of us to keep up with drink and food orders. When Hulda has a client an it’s that busy, we lose money one way or tother.”

I nod. She goes over procedures for handling rooms.

Hulda’s wait is at an end. Hulda drags me to a mostly empty table. She jumps up on it. I’m thinking that I wouldn’t jump up on a table in a skirt that short without anything on under. I laugh though considering what I have done at one of these tables.

Hulda puts her fingers to her mouth and whistles. “Listen Up!” Her bellow gets her complete silence. “This is my friend Ariel. Ariel, get yourself up here.”

I guess I’ll be on the table after all. And my skirt isn’t any longer than Hulda’s, although I am in a thong at least. “Ariel’s gonna be working the Pig with me some nights. She’s real nice an ya should all enjoy her.

“I’m gonna take her round. Give her a good feel an think about what ya’d like to do with a whore that fine!”

We step off the table. “That ought to get their attention ya think. Now let’s go meet everyone.”

Hulda walks me around the room, introducing me to the regulars.

Some of them I already know. For example we both end up on Master Greatax’s knees. I think Hulda’s taking yet another opportunity to tease him over the misplaced tantrum he threw. Perhaps that is why she is giving him attention, but the effect is that we’re showing him how much fun it can be when two uninhibited women show interest. I’m taking an opportunity to practice Seduction and Making Out.

“I haven’t seen you around my shop, young Ariel.”

“It’s true, sir. I have been busy training.”

“Goodwench”—he’s looking at Hulda I think—” this is not necessary.”

“Oh, look Hulda, he’s embarrassed. I didn’t know a dwarf could blush like that.”

“He ain’t bad at blushing is he. But he ain’t telling us to stop neither. Master Craftsman, it’s more fun if ya play along. Here grab her tit, yeah like that.”

“Oh, Hulda, you are right, it does feel better when he plays along. Do you think he’s going to get over the embarrassment? I don’t think humiliation turns him on as much as it does me.”

“He will soon enough. We’ve done this before an I can’t see another wench makin it any less fun.”

“Oh, yeah, there he’s starting to get into it. Come stroke his cock with me.”

“Imagine riding that nice thick cock; it fills ya up g ood. Ah, he likes the sound of that too, now don’t he?”

“Mm, hmm,” I say. “I love it when they come in their pants. It feels so powerful—so naughty—to have someone that turned on just from crawling around in their lap, rubbing your tits, kissing them, stroking, all that!”

“It does’ don’t it! I ain’t seeing Master Greatax doin that, but I’ll take him up stairs while ya’s with your client. Perhaps he’d like to hire ya too later.” I am exhilarated from that; I am sexy and desirable.

Eventually, we finish the round of the room, or so I think. “Ya wouldn’t want to forget the staff, now would ya?” she asks.

She takes me behind the bar. “Ma, this here’s Ariel. She’s got mighty fine tits an her tongue ain’t bad neither.

“Oh, an don’t she smell sexy when you embarrass her like that?”

“Aye, she does right enough. Ariel, legs apart, yeah like that. And arms up honey. That’s good.” Goody Brown’s hands are soft as they lightly run over my neck and breasts. “Hulda, I’ll bring her out in a few minutes.” She winks at her daughter.

I must soak my thong right then. I am not entirely sure I’m comfortable with Hulda’s mom taking me off for a quickie right in front of her daughter. And okay, I’m a complete hypocrite after what I did earlier today. Comfortable or not, whether I do anything or not, it sure turns me on.

Hulda is out taking orders. Goody Brown pats me on the back. “Ah, the look on your face an the smell of ya! It’s tempting to take ya to my room right enough. But I reckon ya need at least one confidant that ya don’t fuck.” She pauses. “Well, that ya don’t fuck less we need that.” We’re probably both thinking back to the conversation in her room about how to help a girl. I offered then and she almost accepted.

“But no, I asked Hulda for a minute to save her the embarrassment of introducing ya to the rest,” Goody Brown says. She takes me into the kitchen. Goodman Brown is carving a roast.

“Martin?”

“Aye Goody?”

“This here’s Ariel, she’ll be whoring around time to time.” He already knows that of course, but her saying it sends a thrill down my spine. “Our daughter says she’s got great tits an a fine tongue.

“Aye, I see.” His hand is warm and firm.

“I know ya don’t mind a nice breast an a girl easy on the eyes. She’s also got a fine mouth an is a joy to fuck. At least so as the boy she took to initiation an Master Craggs say.”

“Ah, Ariel, he likes the sound of that,” she says. She guides my hand to rub against her husband’s cock through his pants. “Now, Martin, don’t ya be shy.” He isn’t. His lips are hungry as they capture mine. Oh, yeah, I turn him on. And this situation, while it is confusing as can be, is fucking hot.

I wonder if he’s going to take me into his room right now. I don’t have time, and I’m wondering how to let him know that. But it is not necessary. He lets go. “Ah, Ariel, ya’s mighty fine. But I gotta finish this here roast, an ya’ve got a client if I recall.”

“I do.” I wonder if I should encourage him to hire me later. I wonder if I want that. I’m not sure. I smile; he can interpret that however he likes.

“Is there anyone else,” I ask Goody Brown.

“The Greenbank lass helps around cleaning up an sometimes serving. She’s not here now. I’ll introduce ya to her. There’s a lad who also helps; when he gets old enough I’m sure he’ll take a tumble with ya. If Greenbank does want some time with ya, we’ll cover her first romp, but I only give her a half chance of wantin.”

Goody Brown takes me out to the bar. She changes places with her daughter when Hulda next comes by with a tray of empties.

“Your mother practically threw me at your father.”

“I’m mighty glad I didn’t have to do that,” Hulda said. “I see he didn’t mind much either.”

“Did you think your ma was going to hire me when she walked off with me?”

“Not likely, in dinner rush an ya with a client to get to. But the look on your face!”

“What should I do if Goodman Brown or for that matter your mom does try and hire me?”

“Less ya’s not wanting them as clients, spread your legs, give em the best ya can an enjoy it right good. I’m a whore; ya are my client leastwise when it’s not the other way around. Our job as whores ain’t to get in the way of who our clients fuck.” That’s what her mom said too, and if I think about my training, I realize that’s roughly what I’d tell any client who was worried about how I would react to other things they did. But still!

“Ya’s turned on enough to be crawling up the wall soon enough,” Hulda says. “An ya got a client as soon as ya sit down with them. That where ya want to be?”

“It’s not great; there’s talking about what they were hoping for before we do anything.”

“Right then. Ya up against that wall there.” She points to a spot next to the kitchen entrance where there aren’t shelves of bottles. I hesitate. “Move it. An spread your legs.”

“Yeah, like that. Good girl.” She’s pressed against me. Hulda’s body is usually pliant and curvy. But as she holds me against the wall, I see the strength of her endless hours cleaning and serving. She bites and licks at my neck. A hand snakes between my spread legs and past my sopping thong. “Ah, girl, it’s a lake in here.”

She’s stroking me. “Girl I’m so proud of ya. Look at ya and how ya’ve come along your path. I’m gonna get ya off, and ya are gonna come hard as ya can for me.” Her hand is deep. She’s right. I am enjoying every moment of this. It’s still humiliating, but the doubts I had when I first came to the Pig are gone. The humiliation just fans my lust. And I’m better at lust. Better at being masturbated even, and if you’d told me that was something you could get better at, I probably would have laughed. But it is—probably even in the real world. And Hulda is skilled at her craft. The suddenness, the assertiveness, and her sure confidence are incredibly sexy.

She flips up my skirt with her other hand. “Yeah, Ariel, come for me now. Come as hard as ya can!” On that last stroke she hits my spot just right and I come. She holds me up as my orgasm sweeps through me.

“Is that gonna be better?”

“I think so. Right now I’m a wet noodle.”

“Ah, well. I’ll just grab a rag here an clean up your puddle. Then we can be on our way.” Wow I really did come hard. All over the floor. “Guess I better not give ya this to smell or I’d undo half my work.” She’s probably right.

I walk with Hulda to meet my clients. Hulda deposits me between Lathandré and Fyrefang3. She takes our order for drinks.

They are both dressed up more than I’ve seen them before: Fyrefang3 in pants and a jacket, and Lathandré in an evening dress. I keep reminding myself that Lathandré is not a kid, and if I pay attention to the proportions of her body and face, it is obvious. But if I just glance at her, she’s small enough to be a kid.

I’m nervous, and not the kind of nervous that is going to turn me on. Fyrefang3 was at both of my fan chats; he’s been active enough on my channel to get selected twice. That means he probably watches much of my play. It might become hot, later, but right now, that vulnerability has me sweating and worried. He’s seen me at my most open and seen every dirty thing I’ve done. And I don’t know him at all.

“I guess we’re going to need to order food,” I say.

He nods. “You’ve been here enough that you must know what you like, but I always recommend the meat pie.”

“You know, I always end up with the roast or the stew. I’ve never had it.”

“Well then, that’s simple.”

Goody Brown takes our order. I just see Hulda disappearing up stairs. No wonder she’s busy given how much she was teasing as we made the rounds.

I break the awkward silence. “So I will admit to being nervous. I feel like you know me—at least the me that you can find on my channel—well. And I hardly know you at all. What brought you together?”

“Actually, you’ve been close to where we met. There are a couple of rescue quests in the contested mines. When I ran the quest, they had some experts in looking at whether they could drain part of a tunnel for expansion. A gnome”—he looks at Lathandré—”and a couple of dwarfs. What they didn’t know is that the gnolls were digging through trying to sneak up on the humans.”

“I thought it was a simple contract.” Her voice is high and squeaky, but I will not mistake it for a kid’s voice. “I would help out and see what kind of pump could work. They wanted to avoid magic to save money. And then there are the gnolls. The dwarfs are belligerent like you’d expect from dwarfs. They get themselves killed in the first few minutes. So I am stuck with a bunch of battle-crazed gnolls. I cooperate; it’s the only chance of survival.”

Fyrefang3 takes up the story. “I was with a group in the mines. We had done well in defending our section, so when the staff finds out about the break-through we’re part of the group they send to respond. We get there; there is a big fight. I was expecting the hostage to be helpless, but she’s not.”

“I’m just waiting for doing something to make a fucking difference. I get my chance; a spell caster and their archer are holding back. They have written me off as helpless, and I show them just how fucking wrong they are.”

“I liked her spirit. I asked her if she would enjoy adventuring for a while.”

“Once I got over being scared, I realized that I wanted to get the power to have more control over a situation like that. I guess it’ll be a long time before I’m going to take on a group of gnolls all by myself, but I enjoy the thrill of adventuring. And it even pays better than being an engineer working with a bunch of dwarfs. Fyrefang3 helped me take care of myself and get over the gnolls. And one thing led to another.”

They grin at each other. “You two are incredibly cute,” I say.