Flirt with the Innkeeper's Eldest

{if Connected: The Innkeeper’s Eldest = 2}

{if Time of Day = 21} The Innkeeper’s Eldest hesitates but soon accepts your offered help, and you work together to dam and mop the spill.

Her movements are quick but measured, while you struggle to crawl behind her on the hard and sticky floor. She turns around to aid you, white teeth denting her cherry-red lips. Two buttons on her skin-tight blouse are undone, revealing the lacy black underneath. The brass and nacre studs glint in her ears and her long legs look as inviting as ever.

”I’ve continued,” she says, her hand clasped across yours. ”To touch myself. And I’ve been thinking about you. About being with you.”

You raise an eyebrow.

”I bought them for you.” She spreads her legs, revealing lace. The strip of dark hair glistens under the black fabric, a road of invitation that leads forever down to her open lips, blossoming smooth and dripping wet. ”I thought... Do you like me?”

You pay her a well-earned compliment.

”Thank you, Sir.” She continues her work but keeps herself open for you. ”Can I ask you something?”

You nod and smile.

”I want you. Right here, right...” The squeaky sounds of hasty scrubbing underline her words. She swallows. ”Not now. Pa knows I’m up here. But – but do you think – would you like to... Would you like to fuck me?”

Your hand finds her waist and you pull her into a kiss. She shudders in your embrace, her quivering lips eager to answer yours. The slackened body and open legs invite you in, and your fingers deliver your teasing demands.

She rises, rag in hand and shivering from your touch. ”Soon. I’ll come for you. Order an early breakfast and I will deliver myself to you. Order and I’ll obey while all others sleep,” she says and slips away.

{else}

Her walk is slow and measured, her ass swaying with each step. She stops as soon as you open your mouth. ”Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Her white teeth dent the cherry-red lips. ”I’d love some coffee. And,” she swallows,” and I liked the view.”

You again join her by the desk, again offering your nakedness to her hungry eyes.

Two buttons on her skin-tight blouse are undone, revealing the lacy black underneath. The brass and nacre studs glint in her ears and her long legs look as inviting as ever.

”I’ve continued,” she says, clasping your hand into hers. ”To touch myself. And I’ve been thinking about you. About being with you.”

You raise an eyebrow.

”I bought them for you.” She spreads her legs underneath the table, revealing lace. The strip of dark hair glistens under the black fabric, a road of invitation that forever leads down to her open lips, blossoming smooth and dripping wet. ”I thought... Do you like me?”

You pay her a well-earned compliment.

”Thank you, Sir.” She sips coffee and keeps herself open for you. ”Can I ask you something?”

You nod and smile.

”I want you. Right here, right...” The bone-white cup rattles in her shaking hand and she, blushing, looks to the side. ”Not now. Pa knows I’m up here. But – but do you think – would you like to... Would you like to fuck me?”

You, rising, find her waist and pull her into a kiss. She stumbles, shuddering, into your embrace. Her eager lips answer yours and open legs welcome you in. She moans as your deft fingers deliver their teasing demands.

”Sir.” She grabs the cup and shies away. ”Soon,” she whispers. ”I’ll come for you. Order an early breakfast and I will deliver myself to you. Order and I’ll obey while all others sleep.” She curtsies and then snatches the half-eaten toast from your hand. ”Sir.” The tray rattles in her hand and her gait, quick steps towards the door, is unsteady. ”I have taken enough of your time.” She curtsies again, spilling cold coffee over salty fish eggs and once-crispy bread.

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{elseif Connected: The Innkeeper’s Eldest = 1}

{if Time of Day = 21} The Innkeeper’s Eldest hesitates but soon accepts your offered help, and you work together to dam and mop the spills.

Her movements are quick but measured, while you struggle to crawl behind her on the hard and sticky floor. She turns around to scold you, white teeth denting her cherry-red lips. A button on her new, wispy white blouse has come undone, revealing lacy black underneath. Brass and nacre studs glint in her ears and her legs look longer.

”I hemmed it,” she says, pointing at her shirt. ”It’s a bit shorter, but it looks much better, I think.”

You agree.

”And I bought those.” She spreads her legs, revealing more lace. A strip of dark hair grows under the black fabric, a road of invitation that leads down to her open lips, blossoming pink and smooth. ”I thought... Do you like them?”

You pay her a well-earned compliment.

”Thank you, Sir.” She continues her work but keeps herself open for you. ”I have been watching. Not you – well, not – I’ve been watching. I – can I tell you something? Promise you won’t laugh.”

You nod and promise.

”I touch myself. I’ve started – well – but now I do it every day. I think about all the men, about the women, and about doing it here.” The squeaky sounds of hasty scrubbing underline her words ”Down in the taproom like all the whores.” She swallows, loud enough to hear over the squeaky rag. ”But also up here. With you.”

She rises, rag in hand, and turns away before you can say anything. ”I have taken enough of your time, Sir.”

{else} Her walk is slow and measured, her ass swaying with each step. She stops as soon as you open your mouth. ”Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Her white teeth dent the cherry-red lips. ”I’d love some coffee. And,” she swallows,” and I liked the view.”

You again join her by the desk, again offering your nakedness to her hungry eyes.

She wears a new blouse, the wispy white revealing lacy black underneath as she stretches to show it off to you. Brass and nacre studs glint in her ears and her skirt looks shorter.

”I hemmed it,” she says, rising. ”It’s a bit shorter, but it looks much better, I think.”

You agree.

”And I bought those.” She lifts her skirt, revealing more lace. A strip of hair grows under the dark fabric, and the road of invitation leads down to her open lips, blossoming pink and smooth. ”I thought... Do you like them?”

You pay her a well-earned compliment.

”Thank you, Sir.” She curtsies and then covers herself again. ”I have been watching. Not you – well, not – I’ve been watching. I – can I tell you something? Promise you won’t laugh.”

You nod and promise.

”I touch myself. I’ve started – well – but now I do it every day. I think about all the men, about the women, and about doing it here.” Her face is beet red, and she pauses to look down at her trembling fingers. ”Down in the taproom like all the whores.” She swallows, not meeting your eyes. ”But also up here. With you.”

She grabs the cup before you can say anything and snatches the piece of half-eaten toast from your hand. ”Sir.” The tray rattles in her hand and her gait, her quick steps towards the door, is unsteady. ”I have taken enough of your time.” She curtsies again, spilling cold coffee over salty fish eggs and once-crispy bread.

{endif}

{elseif Time of Day = 21}

The Innkeeper’s Eldest bristles at your offer of help. ”You mock me, Sir!” She pauses to study your face – and to steal glances at your naked chest. ”I know I should’ve knocked. Pa always says I should knock. But I’ll get your room cleaned right quick and I didn’t – breakfast is served in the common room. Besides, I’ve only got the one...” The squeaky sounds of hasty scrubbing underline her words, but she stops when she sees the shiny Taler in your hand. ”No, Sir. Not for...” Her eyes are downcast, focused on the cold coffee seeping into the motionless rag in her hand. ”But you can stay – if you want.” Her breasts bounce against the prim dress, and her skirt climbs up along her shapely legs.

You take a seat and ask an inane question.

She continues her scouring of the floor as she gives her earnest and exhaustive answer. The room is cleansed by the time she finishes, but she lingers, on the floor and close to you. ”Sir? About you and the Lady? Did you? I’ve seen her in the common room, even seen her talking to gentlemen, but – she always looks so proper with her dress and her books. And Pa orders the wine special for her and he...” Comprehension dawns and makes her blush again. She sits down, legs wide enough apart to reveal her underwear, and her mouth moves to ask a silent question.

You tell her what she already knows.

”I’m not surprised,” she says. ”I love the G ’n’ R, but it is what it is. We get up before the guests and to bed whenever. I sneak drinks, and Pa... But Pa thinks I should marry. I’ll get a reputation if I stay, he says.” She pauses to sip coffee and blush. ”He’d know, I suppose. But there’s no one who’d marry me, no one I like anyhow, and sometimes I watch. The patrons and the whores and I – and I have taken enough of your time. Bless’d day, Sir, and feel free to call me – if you ever need anything.”

She rises, rag in hand, and leaves you alone inside the room and alone with your thoughts.

{else}

You lower your voice to a whisper and ask an innocent question.

The Innkeeper’s Eldest stops, doorknob in hand. ”We only get the Gazette, Sir. Pa always says that the Daily Picture is a rag and that the Sun, with its 'literature', is even worse filth.”

You smile, surprised that she heard you at all, and apologize. Her well-deserved tip is in the pockets of your pants, your pants are {if Time of Day > 14} somewhere on the floor, {else} locked inside the chest by the wall, {endif} and your funds are dwindling at an alarming rate.

”Oh, Sir, it’s no bother, Sir.” She has returned to the middle of the room and stands close to your desk, fidgeting with your breakfast. ”Your coffee’s getting cold. {if Time of Day > 14} Come, sit! Sit, Sit! {else} Get up, Sir, and take a seat. Sit, Sit! {endif} I don’t mind – that is to say – I should leave...” {if Time of Day > 14} She steals one more glance at your naked form, and again turns to leave. {else} She glances at the outline of your manhood, half-risen under the thin blanket, and again turns to leave. {endif}

You offer coffee and she accepts without hesitation. {if Time of Day < 15} A flush colours her face as you step out of bed and her eyes follow your swinging manhood all the way to the table. She joins you there, choosing a seat with an advantageous view. {else} A flush colours her face as she joins you there, choosing a seat with an advantageous view. {endif}

The oaky brew is weak but much improved by sharing. You detect a hint of her lipstick on the bone-white rim and smell a hint of her perfume. A note of dark-honeyed sweetness mixed with heady spirits, the viscous memory of Workermash and the sting of salt.

She talks, pausing only to drink in your naked form with her coffee. Her schooling has ended, she says, and she has not seen the guy she liked in close to a year.

You offer your sympathies, but she only laughs.

”I love the G ’n’ R, but it is hard work. We get up before the guests and to bed whenever. But Pa thinks I should marry. I’ll get a reputation if I stay, he says.” She pauses to sip coffee and blush. ”He’s not wrong, I suppose. But there’s no one who’d marry me, no one I like anyhow, and sometimes I watch. The patrons and the whores and I – and I have taken enough of your time. Bless’d day, Sir, and feel free to call me – if you ever need anything.”

She cleans the breakfast away and leaves you alone inside the room and alone with your thoughts.

{endif}

You have spent a pleasant hour talking to the Innkeeper’s Eldest.

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