Deeper into the city

“Gold doesn’t smell,” Zayeh replied with a naughty smile, jumping at the chance to tease her friend and lover a little, “but I see what you mean.”

Glancing down the street which they were passing down, Zayeh would return the cat-calls that she and Lira received with a sultry smile, noting that they most often came from warriors who looked as though they had their purses filled with conquered gold and who would be looking for a good time. As for the houses that ran alongside the street which they were travelling down, quite a few of them looked like they had just recently been converted into brothels, bars and inns, even though they were still pretty far from the city centre and any squares or other centres of commerce.

The house currently to their left was a perfect example of the sort of change that the sudden influx of wealth into Zatakia had resulted in: an undistinguished, fairly dreary even, two-story building which looked like it had been used to store a shop downstairs and the shopkeeper and family upstairs, it now had a small wooden sign reading “The Happy Harlot” nailed onto the wall above the wooden front door.

Lira looked over at Zayeh as she sat beside her with her huge boobs projecting out in front of her and her full thighs clamped together, knowing the dusky beauty well enough to be certain that a good chunk of her good mood stemmed from the knowledge that all she had to do to flash her pussy to whomever it might concern was to spread her legs, and that she didn’t mind how the light drizzle of rain was slowly soaking the band of silk that was tied around her heavy bust.

“Good,” Lira said, feeling enough love towards Zayeh not to be annoyed at how she was now the one of them who received the most stares from the people watching them roll by, deciding both that it served as a nice reward for her performance at the gate and that it was more because of the cloak that she was still wearing rather than as the result of Zayeh being inherently more appealing than her.

“Yes,” Zayeh agreed, being both nimble and rather leisurely in how she lifted the right one of her long, toned legs to avoid the cataclysmically drunk mercenary who was trying to grab, “what do you think our competition will be like?”

A cheeky “Not too murderous,” was Lira’s reply, the blonde knowing that she and Zayeh had set off for Zatakia early enough to have gotten there ahead of the wave of whores, thieves and dancers that were bound to arrive there once it became evident that it would remain a major metropolis. Which left a small group of trailblazers such as themselves, most likely too few for there to be any real competition between them, and the local talents, which she sincerely doubted were numerous enough or skilled enough to take advantage of all the opportunities that had now presented themselves.

“And what are we going to make our fortune as?” Zayeh asked, and Lira recognized that particular tone. She’d known as soon as she’d been watching it that the brief encounter with the guard back at the gate would awaken Zayeh’s exhibitionist streak and that she would want them to find a place in which to dance in front of a crowd before the night was over.

“Well, we certainly have a few options,” Lira replied rather enigmatically, partly because she was conscious that she might be overheard and therefore didn’t want to be too detailed in her response, and partly because she enjoyed playing a little with Zayeh.

“Honey,” Zayeh’s voice had suddenly become throatier, and anyone who might spot the gaze that she was sending Lira’s way would know instantly that the two of them were more than just friends, “loose the cloak.”

“Here,” Lira offered Zayeh the reins and then began to undo the strap holding her cloak in place. Zayeh’s lack of inhibitions might be frustrating at times, but it was undeniably a part of why Lira loved her so much.

The husky “You are gorgeous,” from Zayeh reminded Lira of how she would always react to seeing her body as though she was doing so for the first time ever, despite the years they’d spent together.

As Lira dumped the cloak in the wagon behind her, the attention directed towards was already becoming more evenly distributed as every man and quite a few of the women currently moving about in the street was torn between gawking at either Zayeh or at Lira, who’s skimpy white thong, which clung to her moistening snatch, and skin-tight white top made it perfectly clear that she was every bit as curvaceous and lithesome as her friend.

“So,” Zayeh allowed Lira to take back the reins and then slid one hand in between the blonde’s legs, squeezing the inside of her thighs and cherishing how her fingers were now only inches away from the bald, swollen lips of her lover’s sex, “time to find a place for the night?”

“Uh-huh,” Lira gasped out, needing a moment to regain her composure after having lost it thanks to Zayeh’s fondling of her thigh, “and it’s my turn to negotiate the terms.”

“Well, take your time in picking a place,” Zayeh advised Lira, not stopping the rhythmic movement of her hand, “I don’t think that we need for settle for any of the dumps around here.”

And so it was that, while being ogled by pretty much everyone who happened to come upon them, the two women ventured deeper into the city, looking for an inn where they could spend the night.