You accept.

You ponder her offer. It would mean postponing your own plans, but her proposal sounds like it could be worth a lot. Your thoughts are interrupted by a splash as Frey ducks her head beneath the water. You feel her lithe body stroke against your legs, and a moment later you moan in pleasure as her quick tongue laps against your pussy lips.

"I'll do it," you gasp.

Frey stands, water cascading off her shoulders and down her breasts like Venus being born from the waves.

"Good," she replies, grinning lustily, and gently pushes you backwards until you are lying on the edge of the bathing pool, only your ankles in the water. "I hope," Frey adds coyly, "That you won't think any less of me because I'm an utter slut who'd do anything for your sweet pussy?"

You laugh at her disingenuous tone, and then your laughter turns to a shriek as she lowers her mouth to your sex.

You creep through the darkened streets, nervous at the plan Frey has outlined to you. The walls of the estate are high and smooth, and topped with broken glass to shred a rope or an unwary hand. Like many of the city's nobles, the house's owner guards his wealth jealously. The only way in is through the gate, guarded by two men, mercenaries by their garb. As you approach, you can hear their conversation.

"City's going to hell, and we're stuck out here!" the older man complains loudly.

"Guarding more wealth than we'll ever own, and a bunch of women." the other adds.

"Gods, don't remind me about the women! We may be able to sometimes coax a **** girl to lift her skirts, but what I wouldn't give for a crack at one of the master's family. How'd that ugly bastard end up with such beauties as relatives anyway?"

"Maybe his wife's getting a bit on the side, and the girls aren't his."

"Well, whoever knocked her up, he's a lucky son of a bitch. I tell you, if the Hellopolis men make it over the walls, my contract is over, and I'm gonna-"

His words are cut off when Frey steps out of the shadows. She's wearing a long cloak, but when she pulls back her hood the men obviously recognise her.

"Well, if it isn't the master's favourite whore! Sorry, sweet-cheeks, the boss isn't in."

"I know," Frey says, and your impressed at the note of timidity in her voice. "But the enemy will be coming soon, and I'm scared."

"Ha, I shouldn't worry. They'll need whores, same as we do."

"I... I don't want to be **** that often. Not by a whole army. I've heard what the hell worshipers do to women. If you let me in, let me shelter here, guard me, I'll be... grateful."

To emphasise what she means, she lets her cloak fall. Under it, she's wearing her skimpy soldier outfit. The soldiers whistle in appreciation.

"It's not that simple, girl," the older one says slyly. "We'll be holed up here for a long time. And we aren't the only guards here."

"You can have me as often as you want," Frey replies, stepping forward so the lamp light shines down on her ample cleavage. "All of you. At once, if you want."

"Our duty..." the younger one mutters.

"Bugger our duty!" his comrade replies. "How many times have you watched the boss fucking that bitch's hot ass and wished it was you? Damned if I'm going to turn down this chance." He lifts Frey up over his shoulder, making her give a startled cry and treating you to a pleasant look up her short skirt. "Go get the others and meet me in the barracks."

As they go inside, you reflect on the situation. You don't envy Frey the gangbang she's about to receive (mostly), but now the complex is going to be empty of guards, making sneaking round a simple matter. You look through the gateway to the gardens, and the house beyond.