Fira tries to find herself a proper man

Fira hit the streets in a rush, more or less charging out from the inn.
That young fool Seval had gotten her all worked-up and then went spoiled it all.
And now, she would have to go through all the trouble of finding herself a proper man.

Realizing that she couldn’t just stumble around town in the hopes of finding a man who could fuck her properly, Fira began to shape herself a course of action.

Making her way across town, making a lot of heads turn to watch her voluptuous and barely clad body as she passed by them, Fira quickly found her goal.

It was a small house, more or less undistinguishable from the other ones on this street, or from most houses in the city. To most of those who past it, it looked to be the home of a few families, nothing more. Fira however, knew better.

Yanking the door to the house open and stepping inside a gloomy and narrow corridor, Fira walked down its length and knocked on the door at the end of it. At that, a small slit in the door was slid open.

“Yeah?” A dark, booming voice could be heard through the slit.
“I’m here to see Taurik.” Fira said to the man on the other side of the door.
Without a word, the man closed the slit and after a few seconds, the reinforced door was opened.

Nero, the man on the other side of the door, gave Fira a dispassionate look and allowed her to pass by him. Fira, on the other hand, had a hard time being dispassionate about Nero.

As she had a bit of a thing about big strong men (and small and agile ones too, but...), Nero fitted right up Fira’s alley. The doorman, who Fira on her three previous visits to Taurik had never heard say anything but “Yeah?”, stood nearly seven feet tall, wore nothing more than sandals and a pair of baggy pants, had darker skin than anyone that she had ever seen, looked to have more brawn than your average bull and was apparently completely hairless, or at least the lack of hair on both his head and his bared torso suggested that.
His face was perhaps not beautiful, but its straight and strong lines combined with the fire in his dark eyes served to give him an animalistic aura, his little interest in words making him seem a brooding predator.

As always when Fira walked past him, she could feel her loins tingle. This time it was worse than before, as she was still horny after Seval’s failed performance, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

Passing through the small hallway while doing her best to forget about Nero, Fira soon found herself standing in a spartanly decorated room, with a sinewy man sitting on a chair at the far end of the room.
“Hello Fira,” the man said, the gleam in his blue eyes highlighted by the darkness of his jet-black hair, “it’s good to see you again.”
“Hello Taurik,” Fira replied as she strolled over to a chair not far from him, “I’ve brought a list.”

Taurik was a fencer and a fixer, and talented in both of those professions. He would find what you were looking, by honest or dishonest means, and sell it to you.
Sitting in silence, Taurik studied the list that Fira had given him.

“Yes,” he finally said, “I do believe that I can get you these things. It might take a few days, but not more.”
“Good,” Fira looked him straight in the eyes, “and the price?”
“400 gold coins.”
“That’s a lot of gold,” Fira leaned back in her chair, “100.”
“That’s not a lot of gold,” Taurik grinned at her, running his hand through his beard “350”
“150, and you get to do what you want for me during the next hour.”

One of the harlots at the brothel where Fira and her sisters had been working had Taurik as a loyal customer, it was she who had introduced her to him, and the woman had sworn to Fira that the fixer was the best fuck of all her clients. And now here Fira was, ready to find out if it was true.

“200," Taurik grinned lewdly, "and I get to do what I want with you this and the next two times that you come here.”
“Deal. Now strip!” Fira said as she gave Taurik a lustful smile, having already begun unbuttoning her blouse.