fixes things, thankfully

The awkward mood of your little posse begins to shift slightly as the three of you sit down at a bar table, the two girls taking positions to your side as they studiously avoid sitting next to each other. Trying to appease the two, you attempt to make conversation.

“So, Leni, what do you do?” you ask the goblin, trying to get her to stop staring daggers at Dew. Your ploy works, as the goblin turns her attention to you.

“Well, I don’t really have a job, y’know?” she shrugs, “I collect the church stipend and I drink, I eat, and I sometimes fuck.” Well, you appreciate the honesty at least. The admission might have killed your interest, were it not for the sensual war her breasts present themselves as she leans back in her chair, jutting out her chest.

“She’s a layabout, basically” Dew says concernedly, imitating Leni’s sexy pose as she tries to draw your attention back to her. She’s a lot worse at it though, so she just ends up looking a bit silly. Leni grins at Dew’s efforts shuffling up closer to you and pressing her tits into your arm.

“I suppose you’re right about me being a layabout,” she says, giving Dew a sideways glance, “but I know how to have fun better than anyone.” She gives you an exaggerated wink and a little shake of her chest to go along with that, making your cock strain in your shorts.

The conversation’s interrupted as the waitress comes to take your order. Like the merchant from earlier, she’s firmly in the “ignores you” category, which is fine by you. You already have too much to deal with with just two girls.

“Do you have a Leipzigger?” you ask, ordering a cheap beer to try and keep some money in Dew’s purse. The waitress nods. “I’ll have that then.”

“I’ll have a glass of Avignon” Dew says dismissively, and Leni gives a small nod of agreement.

“I’ll have one of those too” Leni says, and the waitress drily nods before moving on. You stare in shock at the two women’s apparently dismissive tone to drinking what you know is the most expensive wine on the continent. You’ve only seen it served at extremely important feast days every few years, and you’re extremely surprised when your drinks come out and they have the genuine article.

You slowly sip your beer as the **** begins to lighten the mood at the table somewhat. “So, have the two of you fucked yet?” comes a casual question from Leni in between sipping her glass, causing Dew to blush before she nods. “How many times?”

“Two” Dew says, her voice meek.

Leni gives a sage nod. “Were they good fucks?” Dew stammers over herself at the question, clearly unsure how to answer.

“I’d say they were pretty good” you say, trying to save Dew from the embarrassment. Leni laughs.

“And you say I’m the slut, you met the man yesterday and you’ve already fucked him twice?”

“I didn’t call you a slut, I called you a layabout!”

You and Leni laugh at Dew’s joke, as the mood at the table finally eases. The two women begin to chat with each other as you slowly sip your beer, listening to them. Eventually, the conversation inevitably turns once more to sex.

“So how big's his dick” Leni says loudly, deliberately when both you and Dew are drinking. Dew almost chokes on her drink, before managing to get out a reply.

“I’m not really sure” she admits with a blush, glancing side, “I don’t generally have a measuring stick on me when I fuck. It sure felt big though.” You suspect the last sentence was tagged on to appease you, but you’re not complaining.

“Peeeerfect” Leni says, raising her eyebrow. Quick as a flash she begins to move, and before you can react she’s sitting on your lap. Your cock rapidly begins to harden in response to the touch of her ass, causing her to giggle.

Dew looks jealous as she quickly downs her drink, all the while staring at you. Having finished, she tipsily places the glass back down, looking a little flushed. “Well, what are we waiting for?” she declares with bravado, “we should go fuck.”

“Sounds good” you say, eager to have sex once again. Leni pops off your lap, motioning you and Dew to follow her outside.

“There’s an alcove in a nearby alley” she says, “it’ll be a good spot.”