And then they fucked

"What should I call you, other than beautiful?" Katla asked as they entered the side room, it was honestly not very lavishly decorated by the standards of even the ballroom outside, just a table to the far end covered with little finger foods as well as a few wine bottles. The chairs around it looked comfortable enough but the bed that dominated the other end of the room was the reason they were there. It's sheets looking freshly made up, all the better to be ruined by the occupants of the night.

The serving woman gave a small laugh at the compliment behind her hand that she'd brought up. There was probably some meaning to that but Katla didn't particularly care at the moment.

"Ian Moone my lady. " Her words seeming a bit rushed as if surprised. Quickly regaining her composure as she removed the band from her hair, letting her dark locks hang free and frame her face.

"Was I not supposed to ask?" Katla took a glance over her shoulder at Jaclyn, looking for a sign. Her aide made a slight hand wiggle, one didn't need a class on noble speak to know that meant 'it depends'. Fortunately Ian was willing to fill in the gaps.

"Most don't bother to find our names unless we're wearing purple. They prefer to know us as bitch or slut. Or some other term that takes their fancy." She gave Katla a mischievous look "Occasionally they give us the name of a lover whom is out of their reach."

"Do you get off on that?" Katla asked, starting to strip down her jacket, followed more slowly by Jaclyn.

"My lady, I have the feeling I shall get off on whatever you so desire tonight." The server licked her lips, "Now, shall I strip myself or do you wish to do the honors?"

As predicted the sheets would need cleaning later. Jacklyn had wandered over to the table post-coitus, needing a drink. Katla remained bed in bed with the server, left arm currently trapped under the woman as it reached around to keep her close, a slight squeeze showing that the servant's breasts were still as delightful as they had been earlier.

"Do you make all women this happy Commodore or was I a special occasion?" Ian asked, her breathing only just starting to really slow down. The woman was a professional, her tongue had been just one part of her that had made that clear but Katla had a feeling that she wasn't used to the pounding she had just received. Jaclyn had chipped in quite enthusiastically once things had really gotten going.

"I like to try." Katla said, giving the woman another kiss on the cheek, "It's fun when they can get into it."

"How do I compare to your past conquests?" Ian asked, giving another of her small giggles, this time not bothering with the hand gesture.

"I don't know. A 2 at least." Katla assured her, getting a light slap right on the nipple, sending her chest tingling again. "That makes you a 1 now!"

"Maybe I should go for 0." Ian said, reaching her hand to fondle Katla's cock, stroking a little bit of life back into it again.

"I'm starting to see where the lack of a name comes from." Katla gave a squeeze to the woman's nipple, causing a low moan of pleasure. "But we really do need to get back to my estate."

"I hope that I've impressed you with my lady's cause Commodore. We can certainly use a woman of your." One last squeeze to the cock. "Ability."

"I'll keep her in mind," Katla said, non-noncommittally. "We all serve the queen after all."

"Of course Commodore. But some serve her more directly than others." With a kiss Ian finally released Katla's arm, letting off a bit of weight and letting the Commodore withdraw it. "I wish the both of you a good night." She said with a bow before beginning to clean up, Katla and Jaclyn getting re-dressed before returning to the main hall. Almost everyone was already gone, either deciding to stay the night in one of the rooms or having returned to their own homes. Joan nowhere in sight. Her doorwoman giving the Centrist leader's regrets at not being able to wish them a goodnight personally as they left to find their ride.

"We should do that again sometime," Katla said finally as they were safely on the way home.

"D-Did I do alright?" Jaclyn asked.

"Those weren't complaints I was hearing from her." Katla teased, "It takes a bit of practice for the rest but you're going to make your slaves and special someones happy."

"I'm glad you think so Commodore," Jaclyn said.