An enthusiastic fuck. [10 denarii]

You pull Tanis to her feet with more energy than she expects; she lets out a little yelp, followed by a throaty giggle, as you hoist her into your arms. "My my, the birthday boy has really come into his own, hasn't he?" she chuckles as you carry her toward the couch. Your cock is growing stiffer by the second, and as you dump her onto the couch she lies back with her arms over her head and her legs deliberately spread, inviting you with her quivering breasts and dark pussy. "Come to me, my lord."

You don't hesitate to follow her directions, swooping down on her and devouring one of her breasts, eliciting a gasp of pleasure. Reaching below, you guide your cock into her - she's wet, but still wonderfully tight, especially for a prostitute. Both of you moan as you slide into her. "Yeeees, my lord. Like that. Take me!" she hisses. You don't hesitate to give her what she asks for - you begin pounding into her, as she wraps her legs around your waist and her arms around your shoulders. She moans and you grunt as you pump away at her, relieving the sexual tension that's been with you since you woke.

You plow the whore harder and faster as you feel your climax approaching, and suddenly she grabs you. "Not yet," she whispers, "You're the birthday boy, after all. You should not have to do all the work!" She pushes you over, rolling you onto your back on the couch, and squats above you. She guides your cock into her pussy again, and then begins slowly rising up and down on it. You have a full view of her breasts rising and falling, her dark hair, kohl-lined eyes, and tanned throat as she tilts her head back in apparent ecstasy, leaning back onto her hands as she works your cock with skill. She rides you slowly at first, but builds up speed and power until you're groaning, and she lets out a delighted sigh as your climax comes, and you empty yourself into her. You slip out of her as your cock deflates, and she falls back between your legs, panting slightly.

For a few minutes, you both lie there, sweat-drenched and breathless. Then Tanis rolls over and jumps with sprightly energy off the couch. "Happy birthday again, my lord," she says, crossing your head and leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. "You seem spent, so I shall see myself out. But I shall not soon forget you - and if you should like to employ me again, look for Vita's Place near the Forum. I am usually there, and would be happy to have you. And take more of your coin." With a giggle, she drops a few coins out of your purse into her hand, shows you what she's taking, and leaves the purse on your chest. "I shall see myself out."

Within a minute, she is dressed and gone. You sigh, then rise so you can cross to the balcony and pull back the curtain, stepping out onto the roof of your home's first story. Below you, Rome is already abuzz. Your home stands on the slopes of one the Quirinal Hill; not in the center of town by any means, but it's still a part of the old city. You idly splash some water on your face from a jug nearby to clear your eyes, and consider the day before you. As a nobleman, even a minor one, in your majority, you don't have many urgent duties pressing on you; your family fortune is enough to sustain your day-to-day living, even if you would like to have more coin for lavish expenses, like your birthday party. But you're a young man of ambition, and in your heart you hope to climb to the very top of Rome's social order.

The question is...where to begin that step.