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  With a loud yell, Per buried his cock all the way up Nyrandurril's ass and fired off his first spurt of hot cum. She stiffened and then orgasmed so hard that her juices actually squirted out of her cunt. Per trembled as his cock continued to pump load after load of hot, sticky jizz deep into her bowels.

  As his climax ended, Per rolled over to one side, pulling Nyrandurril over with him. As they laid there like spoons, his cock still buried deep in her ass, Per reached around and hugged Nyrandurril tightly. With her hair plastered to her sweaty brow, she looked back over her shoulder at him. "Surprise!" she croaked in a hoarse voice. "I have been waiting so long for this."

  "I've died and gone of heaven," he whispered in her ear.

  Chapter 2: In The Club

  They had briefly looked in on Melinar, who was still sound asleep when the pair came down for breakfast the next morning. They were eating slices of bread and cheese in the kitchen when a middle-aged woman walked in the back door.

  "Good morning, Tori," said Nyrandurril. "Per, this is our housekeeper."

  "Good morning, Mistress Nyrandurril," replied Tori in a low voice. "Mistress Melinar sent word around to me yesterday about Master Per."

  Nyrandurril kissed Per on the cheek. "I have to get back to the guild for studies, but I will be back this evening," she said, getting up.

  "Well, just don't sit there, boy," groused Tori, once she has gone. "Outta my way, outta my way. I've got work to do."

  Per stood up, towering over the housekeeper. Tori gave him a look of impatience and clucked as she shooed him out of the kitchen. Per went into the library to read, but it was only a short while later that he heard noises in the hallway.

  Getting up quietly, he moved over to the closed door to listen. "Where ya want it?" he heard a male voice ask.

  "Bring it around back," answered Tori. "Don't forget to wipe your muddy boots before you come in. It all goes into the storeroom."

  A little while later, there was a knock and the door opened slowly. "Your gear's been delivered," Tori said, looking in. "The men have left, if you want to take a look at it."

  Putting his book down, Per went to check on the new supplies. He could see immediately that they were of excellent quality as he put things into the packs. Per was just about done when he heard a noise behind him. Looking around, he saw Melinar standing in the doorway.

  "Well, what do you think?" asked Melinar, pointing at the supplies.

  "Better than I expected. How did things go last night?"

  "Business was good at the tavern."

  "And your other establishment?" asked Per.

  Melinar looked shocked. She clearly did not expect that question and started to stumble over an answer. Finally, she just sighed in defeat.

  "Uh, not well," she answered evasively. "We had a little trouble. How did you find out about the other place?"

  "Never mind," said Per. "What kind of trouble?"

  "I think it's time for lunch," said Melinar, turning towards the kitchen.

  "You're evading. What happened?"

  "Come into the kitchen and I'll tell you."

  Lunch had been set out on the kitchen table. Tori took one look at their faces and walked out to go work in the garden.

  "When we came here, Nyrandurril and I used the money gave us and sold the box of, uh, items you took from Cedric. We purchased this house and the tavern so we would have some income coming in. Nyrandurril became extremely busy with her studies, so I ran the tavern. I discovered that a friendly attitude with a lot of cleavage brought in the customers. One night, when I was returning home, I heard crying in an alleyway.

  "It was horrible. I found two women who had been brutally beaten. They were streetwalkers who had been hired by a group of men. Things went terribly wrong. One of the women died and the other I nursed back to health. The men were never caught. The woman who lived is named Dareen. I learned a lot about prostitution while caring for her. I made an oath to help Dareen and those like her.

  "I know I can't stop women selling themselves, so I set up a place where they can ply their trade in relative safety. The tavern's proceeds exceeded our expectations, so I purchased another establishment and Dareen became the manager."

  "What happened last night?" asked Per.

  "You disapprove, don't you?" said Melinar hotly, with a tear streaking down her cheek. "I knew you would. I haven't told Nyran any of this because she would feel the same way."

  "Nyrandurril knows," said Per quietly.

  "What?" she gasped.

  "Nyrandurril knows," repeated Per, looking Melinar square in the eye. "She's obviously checked up on your other activities. You know, it's not safe to try to keep things secret from a wizard. As for my disapproval, that's bullshit. I know you enough to know you're no exploiter. Now, tell me what happened last night."

  "The establishment is actually two clubs, one for average worker and the other for elite clientele. One of our rich clients got rough with a girl. My bouncer tried to break it up, but the client secretly had two unknown bodyguards with him. They beat up my bouncer and broke his arm. They left saying they'd be back tonight and I have no protection there."

  "You only have the one bouncer?" asked Per.

  "Normally three," answered Melinar. "The other two became ill the day before yesterday. A bouncer isn't any good if he has to leave a fight to go shit."

  "That's a little too coincidental for me," replied Per. "But there is an obvious solution - I'll be your bouncer tonight."

  Melinar's eyes widened. "You can't! You could be recognized!"

  "Who else do you have?" asked Per.

  Melinar quickly stared around the kitchen as if trying to find an alternative standing right there. Finding no one, her shoulders slumped down in defeat. "I don't have anyone," she murmured.

  "Good, what time do we have to be there?" asked Per.

  "Be where?" asked Nyrandurril, startling them both as she walked in from the hallway.

  "My bouncer was injured last night," said Melinar. "Per was going to take his place, but I'm trying to talk him out of it. He won't listen to reason."

  "In that case, I am coming along."

  "No, you're not," replied Melinar. "Per told me that you know about the club. That's were we are going. You can't go there."

  The two women locked gazes at each other and Per held his breath. After several moments, Nyrandurril raised one eyebrow questioningly at Melinar. Melinar's face took on a disgusted look and she looked away.

  "Okay, fine! But don't come running to me if some one takes you for one of the girls and makes a proposition!

  "We need to get there around suppertime," Melinar continued. "Most of our customers show up about one hour after that."

  "How far is it?" asked Per.

  "About fifteen blocks, just outside the Merchant's Square," answered Melinar. "We'll leave in about three hours. It will take a little time to sneak you through the alleyways."

  "I'd better get some rest then," said Per. "This promises to be a long night."

  "You can use my room," said Nyrandurril. "We will not disturb you."

  After managing to sleep for a couple of hours, Per climbed out of the huge bed and walked out of the room to get ready to go. As he entered the hallway, he heard moans and groans coming from Melinar's room. Her door was open two or three inches. Crossing over quietly, Per peered into the room through the crack.

  Melinar was lying naked on her back in the bed in her room. Her hands were kneading and squeezing her huge tits as Nyrandurril, also naked, knelt between her legs. Nyrandurril had her face buried in her pussy and the musky scent of sex filled the air. Per saw that Nyrandurril also had one hand between her legs, and was shoving a huge dildo in and out of her dripping cunt. The dildo was as long and wide as his own cock and she was shoving it all the way in. Both women were moaning in ecstasy, so Per left them to their private passions. He smiled as he realised how Nyrandurril had managed to accommodate his prick last night.

  Per went o
ut to the storeroom and retrieved one of his socks. He went out to the yard and filled the sock with dirt before tying off the end to make it into a crude sandbag. With nothing else to do, he wandered back into the library to read.

  About an hour later, Melinar and Nyrandurril came downstairs. Except for the flush on their faces, neither one showed any outward sign of their exertions. Melinar put on a grey cloak over her dress, while Nyrandurril wore a plain brown dress with her hair braided down the back.

  "You ready to go?" asked Melinar of Per.

  "Yup," answered Per. He buckled on his dagger and looped the sandbag through the belt. He decided to leave his sword here at the house – it would be too hard to explain. He clamped his helmet down over his green hair as he followed the women out the back door.

  The three of them headed towards the brothel by moving in fits and starts through alleys and narrow walkways behind the buildings. It was just before dinnertime, but the sun was still up. Per was nervous as he did not know if the contract on him with the Assassin's Guild had been removed or not. Melinar scouted ahead, while Nyrandurril kept an eye out to their rear. With an all-clear sign from Melinar, he sprinted from one hiding place to the next. The sun was just beginning to set when Melinar stopped them at a corner.

  "Well, there it is," she said, pointing across the street.

  It was a large three-story brownstone building dominated the block. The stone stairs in the front rose majestically up to the front porch and the ornate double doors.

  Melinar did not lead them inside, but instead took Per and Nyrandurril down the alleys to the building behind the brownstone. The building was a two-story half-timber. A beautiful, buxom redhead girl was sitting behind a wooden desk in the tastelfully decorated foyer. Closed doors to the left and right led off into the building itself.

  "Customers, Mistress?" asked the redhead in a sweet, melodic voice.

  "No, Tawni," answered Melinar. "Per's my acting bouncer tonight until I can hire someone else. Nyran is an... investor. Forget that you saw either of them. Dareen will be around with more instructions later. How are things going?"

  "Slow so far, but it's still early."

  Melinar nodded and led the other two through the left door. They walked down a hallway towards the back of the building, which ended in a doorway that led to another hallway. The difference between the two halls was as night and day.

  The first building had a homey, relaxed atmosphere. The brownstone was about grandeur. Expensive paintings lined the walls and the furniture was ornate. The three of them walked noiselessly to the grand entrance as rich carpets muffled their footsteps. Two suits of polished armor flanked the double doors in the entrance. A marble staircase spiraled upward to the second floor balcony and then on up to the third floor. A large, round, stained glass skylight provided light down to the foyer from the setting sun. A statuesque blond, dressed in a golden dress, sat behind a cherry-wood desk as another servant went around lighting candles and uncovering light globes.

  "Good evening, Melinar."

  "Good evening, Dareen. This is Per. He is going to be our bouncer tonight. He's a friend and he's wanted, so please let everyone know not to talk about him. This is Nyrandurril and she's an investor."

  "No, she's not. I'm afriad we have met before," said Dareen.

  "Met? When?" stammered Melinar, clearly startled.

  "When we first opened up," replied Dareen calmly. "She wanted to check on what you were up to. She's been helping the girls, providing guidance and giving advice."

  "Why didn't you tell me?" asked Melinar.

  "She asked me not to. I tried to recruit her when we first met. With her face, we could have made a mint, but Nyrandurril told me clearly and firmly that she was not interested and had other plans instead. Her main concern was for you."

  Melinar turned misty-eyed towards Nyrandurril. She hugged her and began to cry. Dareen touched Nyrandurril on the shoulder and mouthed 'office', pointing at a door off to the side. Nyrandurril led Melinar off and closed the door behind them.

  "Melinar has been trying to hide this from her for so long that I think the strain finally caught up with her," said Dareen, turning to face Per. "Well, you look like a bouncer. What happened? The Gods decided to play a joke on your mother or are all of your family naturally big-boned?"

  "Only my father," said Per, removing his helmet to expose his green hair. "Did the Gods sharpen your tongue with a grindstone?"

  "I'm sorry," apologized Dareen, tugging once on a nearby bellpull. "I'm nervous about the men returning again tonight. I'll show you around so you can get a feel for the place. If we can get the charges dropped, would you like to work here permanently?"

  "I'm not wanted by the law," said Per. "I managed to get on the wrong side of a very prominent person, who has decided it would be best to have me killed. This person lives here in the city and has sent a couple of assassins after me. They failed, but there will be others. I can't stay here. I'm going this to help out Melinar and Nyrandurril."

  They both turned as a girl in a blue gown came down the marble stairs. The girl's steps faltered when she caught sight of Per and his green hair.

  "Rhetta, I need you to work the desk for awhile," said Dareen. "I want to show, uh, Wen around. He is going to be our guard tonight."

  Rhetta curtsied apprehensively to Per and moved cautiously around him to the desk. Dareen wiggled her fingers to indicate that Per should follow her. They headed back down the hallway towards the back of the brownstone.

  "Have you met Tawni?" said Dareen in a low voice. Per nodded. "Good. The two buildings were built back to back. A walled courtyard is to our left with the stables in the rear. Tell Tawni I need to see everyone and then look around. I really need to talk to the staff about you before they meet any of the clients. Is that okay?"

  "No problem," said Per.

  He passed the message on to Tawni and then roamed around the two buildings. They were very well appointed, there was a library and even a pool in the basement of the brownstone. He located the kitchen and pantry, but the rooms were empty of people. He was wondering where they were when he heard voices coming from the grand entrance.

  Dareen was standing at the desk talking to a group which included Tawni, about thirty women, six grooms and twelve servants. Melinar and Nyrandurril were sitting off to one side.

  "Please, come here," commanded Dareen, when she caught sight of him. "This is Wen," she said turning back to the others. "He will be our guard tonight like I said. Remember, if anyone asks, I hired him off the street because Thal was injured."

  "I wonder how large he really is," whispered one girl to another, just loud enough for the others to hear.

  Dareen's eyes grew flinty. "He's here to protect you, not romp under the covers. If I catch anyone distracting him..." She left the threat hanging in the air. "Now, get back to work. The clients will be arriving shortly."

  The group broke up with the cooks rushing back to the kitchen and the grooms heading outside. A few of the women stopped and curtsied to Per before heading upstairs. Most of them were between twenty and thirty years old, all were well-dressed and ranged between pretty and beautiful.

  "The kitchen has dinner ready for you, Wen," said Dareen. "After dinner, just walk around the first floor. Don't go upstairs unless you are summoned. Keep a check with Tawni and myself. We'll let you know how things are going. Don't talk to the customers, except in response to their questions. In fact, it would be best if you just referred them to Tawni or me, depending upon which building you are in. Do you have any questions?"

  "Nope," replied Per.

  "That's 'no'," corrected Dareen, primly. "Off to the kitchen then."

  Down in the kitchen, the head cook set a heaping plate of food on the side counter for Per. "Ale or wine?" he asked. "We only serve one mug or glass at dinner for employees. It's the house rule."

  "Water." he almost laughed when the cook let out the breath he had been holding in. Probably thought I was going to b
ite his head off for limiting my drink, thought Per.

  He finished his dinner and went to check with Tawni. She told him that only the regulars had come in so far and she did not anticipate any trouble. Per checked around the first floor before going to see Dareen. As he walked into the grand entrance, she was coming out of her office, followed by Melinar and Nyrandurril.

  "P... uh, Wen," stammered Melinar, remembering his alias at the last second. "Dareen just told us that three men came in a few minutes ago. Two of them are the same men that were here last night. The third one is one she hasn't seen before."

  "Where are they now?" asked Per.

  "They hired three girls - rooms nineteen, twenty and twenty two - and they reserved room twenty one as well. They paid for two hours each," said Dareen.

  "Did they do the same thing yesterday?" asked Nyrandurril.

  "Yes," replied Dareen, thinking back. "I remember thinking that it was strange because they were finished in about a half hour and made the girls leave the room. They had paid for the time and the girls were free to service other customers, so I didn't mind at the time."

  "Same rooms as tonight?" asked Per.

  "No, but grouped the same way."

  "I bet that the girls will be down in half an hour," said Nyrandurril. "The men get serviced, then they get dressed and wait for their master to arrive. This is planned too well. They have either done this before or they were hired to ruin this place."

  "It must be that whore, Hattie!" said Melinar hotly.

  "We do not know that," said Nyrandurril. She turned to look at Per. "Hattie runs a rival establishment."

  "The question is, what do we do now?" interjected Dareen.

  "We need to eliminate the guards before their master arrives," said Per. "Dareen, you will have to stay here in case he arrives before we are done. I'm going up to take out the other three."

  With that, he turned and ran up the steps. He stopped halfway up when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. He turned just in time to see Melinar and Nyrandurril race up the steps past him.

  "Argue with us later," said Melinar as she continued upwards.