By seduction.

Lashiya adjusted her cloths, unbuttoning her shirt until glimpses of nipples could be seen as she moved. Then she sashayed over to her table, swaying her hips with a practiced grace. The pirate looked up as he saw her. The girl he was toying with was pretty enough, but she wasn’t in the same class as Lashiya, and right now the captain was exuding waves of raw sexuality.

She reached the table and leaned over it, and the man’s eyes were drawn inexorably to her pale cleavage. “You don’t want to go with her,” Lashiya purred. “I’m much… much…” She licked her lips, savouring the words. “Better.”

The whore opened her mouth the object – and then closed it. Under the table, Lashiya had pressed some coins into her hand. The woman was hardly going to object to being paid not to work, and she hurried off, looking confused but grateful.

Lashiya slid into her vacated place. In a moment, her hand had slipped into his pants and found his cock, which was rock hard from her display. She wrapped her fingers round it and began to stroke it. This would be easy.

The cheap tavern bed squeaked under the pirate’s back as Lashiya bounced up and down on his cock. A more sensible (or less drunk) man would have wondered at such a beautiful woman offering herself to him, especially as she had asked for a ridiculously small amount of money. But he didn’t question his luck.

He wasn’t much good in bed, but Lashiya didn’t let it show. She responded to him with enthusiastic energy. Fortunately, she’d always had a talent for sluttiness, and it didn’t take much stimulation to make her horny and wet. Still, she was having to fake her moans and gasps as he thrust up into her, his hands roughly kneading her breasts.

“You really… know about Commodore Redblade’s… secret treasure?” she asked breathlessly, her eyes wide with false awe.

“Oh, aye,” he said. “He trusts me like a brother!” Lashiya doubted that. “You see, our Commodore’s clever. He doesn’t keep just a map, oh no. He has four maps, and each one only makes sense with all the others. And they aren’t just pieces of paper, either. Each map is tattooed on one of his favourite whores, each on a different island. He’s a damn genius, I say.”

Lashiya gave a squeal of pleasure. The pirate might not be any good at fucking, but the prospect of stealing Redblade’s vast treasure would be enough make her cream her panties any time.

Suddenly, the rickety door to the room burst open and three men strolled in. Lashiya risked a glance over her shoulder, and then quickly turned away, cursing silently. She didn’t recognise two of the men, but their leader…

Gyran! He’d been on board Redblade’s ship when she was part of his crew. In fact, like most of the crew, he’d fucked her a few times. He was a mean bastard, and very loyal to Redblade.

“Alright, you piece of shark-shit!” Gyran roared. “You should have been back on the ship a half bell ago!”

Lashiya found herself hurriedly pushed off the man’s cock as he sat up. “Sorry sir,” he said with his best attempt at an ingratiating smile. “I lost track of time.” Lashiya kept her head down, facing the wall. If Gyran recognised her, there’d be trouble, and there wasn’t much she could do against four to one odds.

“Yeah, right. You just wanted to fuck another whore.”

“Can’t say I blame him, sir,” one of Gyran’s men said, staring admiringly at Lashiya’s smooth, pale back and round, firm arse. “That’s one fine looking slut. Hey, how’d an shit like you get his hands on a high quality bit of pussy like this?”

Gyran looked at her, weighing his options. “We’re late casting off… but on the other hand, they’re not going to leave without us…”