Much too quickly.

"Oh one more thing" His smug voice sounds so arrogant, "I know you sluts can fake an orgasm as easily as I can trim my nails, so just to keep you honest here is an extra purse for the woman who can resist for the longest." The man seems to have an unending supply of coins to entertain himself. Why doesn't he just spend the silver in a whore house, instead of dragging you into his twisted games.

"As the challenged party you get to pick your target. Which one Athenapolis' finest looks like the sluttiest of the pair?" His men roar with laughter - whether because he calls these prostitutes Athenapolis's finest or because of their reaction to his words when he called them sluts you can't tell. You find nothing about this man at all funny, and wonder again how hard it would be to slip out of the grip of his two men, slide across the table to get to your knives and then use them to slice this prick from neck to groin. Alrechi guides the two women to parallel tables in the center of the room and instructs them to climb on and get ready.

"What's your pleasure?" He asks with a grin "Do you want Leather or Lace." The names are not bad for the two whores, if you were their handler you might try to market them using those nicknames. The redhead in leather looks a little older then her blonde associate, probably about thirty years old while the woman in the aristocrat's robes was closer to her mid twenties. Would age make a difference? you wonder as you step closer to the woman. Your experience with woman is nonexistent and you wonder if what you know about men is at all applicable. In general, the younger the man the easier he was to lead around by his cock, some of Alrechi's men look ready to cream just watching the action. The leather chest plate pushes her massive tits up and out and you can see her red nipples have already pulled into tight nubs despite her attempt to stay calm.

The blonde's nipples are hidden under the strips of cloth that cover little else of her magnificent tits, the full breasts spill from the sides of the scanty top tempting any breathing person to slide their hands under her blouse. Her skirts are long and full, but slits from the floor to high on her hips cut into the skirt reveal legs so long you wonder if they ever end. Both women are beautiful, and you feel a little warmth in your belly as you consider which of them is more likely to respond to your caresses.

"Don't take all night choosing Sweet Ass, I'm paying these two by the hour." Again, his men laugh at his words, and you see the slightest look of irritation cross the woman dressed in leathers. These two probably didn't expect to be part of this game, but at least they are being paid for their trouble. Behind you Alrechi has pulled his hardening member from his breeches and is stroking the length of his shaft while he points it in your direction. The men holding you by the arms are starting to breath hard and you can see a drop of spittle trickling from one of their mouths. You had better make a choice before the men fall on you like a pack of street dogs attacking a piece of stale bread stolen from a garbage bin.