Callum waits for his prey to show up

After getting his sword back, Callum had headed off out into the night. Finding Zoriah’s brothel had not proven that difficult, although asking directions it had cost him a couple of the precious few coins that he’d arrived in Zatakia with.

He had considered using a few more of his coins on finding out the name and location of the man he’d been sent out to find, but had decided against it. In part that was because – again – Callum didn’t have that much of them to spend, in part because while he was new to the city, he recognized that walking about spending money and asking questions about the whereabouts of a gang leader was an excellent way of getting some unwanted attention from said gang leader.

So instead he’d taken up a position near the mouth of an alleyway on the other side of the street from Zoriah’s whorehouse, although far enough away from it to blend into the shadows. It would have been heard to guess that was what it was, as the building was pretty nondescript, if not for the two beautiful, scantily clad women lingering by the door and enticing passers-by to enter. One of them was a short redhead, the other a tall brunette and both of them deliciously curvaceous and buxom. Callum recognized them both from when he’d left his uncle’s barracks, and supposed that he shouldn’t be surprised that they were whores. From what he’d seen of Zatakia so far, most ordinary women didn’t walk around in public dressed in so revealing outfits.

The building the whorehouse was housed in was three storeys tall, with the corner of it nearest to the street-crossing that it was located by either being built as or since converted into a small, roofed terrace.

The first time he’d seen the tall, black-haired beauty in a black corset walk out onto it to glance down all those streets that met up underneath her, Callum had to hold back from groaning out loud. He had to do it again when she reappeared about a quarter of an hour later. It wasn’t just that she had huge tits that made him admit to himself that that stranger had been right in declaring Zatakia the home of deliciously tall and busty women, but also that even the dim light cast by a handful of multicoloured lamps lining the terrace was enough to confirm that here was a stunningly beautiful woman. However, each time that she appeared out onto the terrace at regular intervals during the next few hours, she sported the same concerned pout and furrowed brow.

Callum would have needed to have been a complete idiot not to conclude that the worried woman was Zoriah. And he wasn’t.

It didn’t take long for the brunette to get a fancily dressed if rather portly and soft-looking man to follow her inside, while the redhead scored with a more well-built fellow dressed in a combination of leather and chainmail a few minutes later. Hence, the door was unattended for a while, and the only thing left to suggest that this wasn’t just another dwelling was the recurring appearance of Zoriah on that terrace.

After close to an hour, two men staggered back out into the street in close succession, each of them making some final adjustment to his trousers before setting off, apparently having done what he came there to do. Not long after, two leggy and busty blondes clad in little more than a few strips of sheer cloth appeared to take over by the door.

They looked very much alike in the light cast by the lamp next to the entrance, and their beauty was such that in no time at all they’d manage to get the undivided attention of a dwarf, who was pawing both their arses while they brought him inside.

Again the door was left unattended, until a dark-skinned, very exotic vixen stepped out of it along with a much more demure but equally stacked woman whose looks were somehow even more exotic, especially her complexion and her figure-hugging robe that was as revealing in its own way as the precious few threads that her friend had on.

To Callum’s surprise, the warrior who had stepped inside with the redhead re-emerged long before the merchant did, although he did last until after the latest pair of whores had each managed to pick up a new customer.

Some time after the merchant had left as well, and at which point Callum estimated that he’d been at his alleyway post for about an hour and a half, the redhead and brunette came back out, arms locked. Despite the chill of the night as the hour approached midnight, they were now wearing less than they had before, with the redhead opting for a fur-lined, sheer number that had its hem severely curved due to the size of her tits and her brunette partner going for a long red robe that hung open to reveal the front of her matching panties.

They didn’t have to stand the chill for long though, as each had a new customer within minutes of taking their spots on the street. Even more noteworthy than the dwarf who had entered with both the blondes was that the brunette had picked up a woman this time around, one whose looks and dress suggested to Callum that she might as well be working at the brothel.

As the hour moved further past midnight and it got darker still as clouds began to block out the moon, the number of people moving about began to dwindle. A few more times the whore stepped outside, but now it took them longer to find any candidates to join them inside, now matter how much they strutted about and showed themselves off.

Callum meanwhile was continually shifting and flexing his body where he stood, going through the familiar process of keeping his limbs and muscles from going stiff from inactivity without risking revealing himself. As always when he was out hunting, he kept the boredom at bay by observing his surroundings, something which got less interesting as the things to observe got fewer and fewer.

Then, finally, the brothel was darkened as the last few customers left and the lamps both by the door and the terrace were blacked out, the latter by Zoriah, who took one last look down each street before killing the light. Since it had been one of the last buildings along the street to be lit up at all, it now left the entire neighbourhood illuminated by nothing more than the irregular glow of the moon through the cloud coverage.

Ten minutes later, a small ox cart came moving up the street, escorted by three cloaked figures. It stopped by the back entrance to the brothel, and Callum waited and watched the figures step inside and reappear, one obviously the leader and the other two carrying a fourth figure between them, a figure that was dumped into the cart without a lot of delicacy.

As the cart made a turn and began its slow journey back in the direction from which it had come, Callum was not having to fight the boredom any longer. He was certain that he’d just seen his prey – not to mention witnessed someone being taken for a **** – and the question was what to do next. He could follow the cart back to the gang’s base to learn its location, and from there he would hopefully find someone who could tell him who lived there and the name of their leader.

That was the most obvious option, anyway, but perhaps there were others…