Show must go on

“So,” Jalee asked the others once they were left alone in the dining room, even the maids having scurried outside, “what do you think?”
“I don’t know,” Kandra was the first one to reply, while Dareios chewed on a piece of chicken and enjoyed Vanya rubbing one hand over his naked thighs, ever so often coming close to brushing her fingers against his cock before moving away from it, “we’ve still got another profitable show to perform further north.”
“Yes,” Vanya agreed, “and the profitability surely hasn’t dropped since this stud joined the troupe.” Now, at long last, did Vanya put her fingers around the bulging tip of Dareios’ fuck-pole.
“How much exactly did we earn last night?” Dareios asked, gasping as Vanya moved her palm over his cockhead.
“More than us girls manage to rake up in a month’s laying on our back, back home.” Jalee replied.
“Not that we’re always on our backs.” Kandra cut in, with a mischievous grin, “Just as often we’re on our knees or bellies.”
“True,” Jalee admitted with a stifled giggle, “But returning to more serious matters, should we head north or not?”

“Where would we be going next?” Vanya asked, having forgotten after all the hard labour carried out by her during the last twenty-four hours.
“It’s Northmoor, apparently. One of the bigger prospecting towns, ruled by another noble, hopefully like Malouda and the others.” Jalee told her.
“Yep, and with Dareios boosting our performance we’d be able to roll out of there knowing what it feels like to be stinking rich.” Kandra added.
“Well,” Dareios said, trying to maintain a straight face as Vanya now dove into his lap and fit the business-end of his member into her mouth, teasing his cumhole with her tongue, “why can’t we do both?”

“What do you mean?” Jalee asked, but Dareios was now too busy enjoying Vanya’s loving attention towards his cock to reply.
“I think that what Dareios was trying to say before falling victim to Vanya’s renown slutishness was that we can head to Northmoor, fuck everything that moves and get paid for it, and then pop back here for some vacationing before returning back to Tharros.” Kandra said, pushing her empty tea-cup away from her.
“Excellent!” Jalee exclaimed, while Vanya used her free hand to remove her skirt by undoing the knot holding it, and rose to mount an eagerly expecting Dareios.

Fifteen minutes later, outside
“What’s happening?” Malouda asked Wynne, who was leaning up against the door, her ear pressed against it.
“I can’t hear too well, but they seem to still be talking, and pretty loudly at that.” Wynne answered, Catalin standing close by and resisting the urge to fondle her sister’s arse, their brother having gone off with two of the maids to get his morning bath.
“Really they ought to have finished by now.” Catalin said, putting one hand on her sister’s right buttock and beginning to knead its firm flesh.
“Wait!” Wynne cried out, “I can hear someone screaming!”
“Those sluts!” Malouda cried out, “They’re having sex in there!”
A few minutes later, Dareios found himself as the only male participant in an orgy that lasted for several hours, slowly moving out of the dining room and into the garden.

Tired and happy, the quartet of prostitutes left Malouda’s manor in the middle of the afternoon, after promising to return there shortly, and set off for Northmoor.

The group’s late departure meant that they were still far from their destination when night began to set over the wooded landscape, and they set up camp for the night next to a small pond, a few yards from the trail leading north.