A proposition

“What’s the Horny Whore?” Zalah asked Sapphire as the brunette led the way up to the third floor of the bar.

“It’s a whorehouse that I own. It’s a bit like this place, only you pay a fee at the door and then you’re free to do whatever you want to the girls there. You should pay it a visit.”
Sapphire replied, a mischievous gleam appearing in her eyes as she looked back at Zalah.

“I will.” Zalah promised, just as the trio exited the stairs to stand at the beginning of a wide hallway.
“But I can’t keep from wondering,” Zalah continued as she and Sapphire walked side by side down the passage, the tallish man moving behind them in maintained silence, “do you want me to go there as a customer or as an employee?”

“We’ll get to that bit.” Sapphire promised.

They entered Sapphire’s office, a large room dominated by an equally large desk which stood in front of a glassed wall that led out onto a balcony that Zalah had noticed earlier on in the streets spanned across the entirety of the third floor.

Glancing to her left, Zalah could see an arched passage that led into a nearby room, in which she spotted two naked women and one equally undressed man sleeping on a queen-sized bed, their prone bodies glistening with the silvery sheen of dried-up cum.

“Sit down.” Sapphire, who had seated herself in the large chair behind her desk pointed at an armrest on the other side of it.

“I might stain the seat.” Zalah replied, referring to the warm cum seeping out of her well-fucked bunghole.

“Then I’ll have one of my girls lick it up later on.” Sapphire told her, and then followed Zalah with her gaze as the chesty blonde moved over to seat herself in the chair, the two women now looking at one another across the desk while the grey-haired man leaned up against the wall.

“So, why am I up here?” Zalah asked Sapphire, who had picked up a cigar from a silver box on the table and was rolling it over her lush lips, licking the butt with her tongue.

“I’m Sapphire Silver, it’s a taken name of course, and I’m perhaps the most successful of all the bounty hunters in Tharros.”

“You look a bit young for the part.” Zalah remarked on the fact that Sapphire looked to be several years younger than she was.

“My mother taught me to start at an early age.” Sapphire replied, putting the cigar down on the table.
“Now, however, I’ve come across the single largest bounty of my career, and I’m looking for some assistance in attaining it.” Sapphire went on.

“And I’m guessing that it’s not because of my renowned chastity that you’ve turned to me for that assistance.” Zalah replied, parting her legs and moving one hand down over her flat belly, rubbing her fingers over the ruby placed in her belly-button, and on to her own crotch.

“No,” Sapphire admitted with a grin, “in fact it’s your **** lack of chastity that have made me turn to you. It appears as though you picked up quite a reputation as a magnificent slut on your last visit to this none too fair town.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Zalah told Sapphire, continuing to say “So, what’s the job that you need my help wi…”
A quick peek to her left made Zalah stop dead in her tracks as her eyes fell upon the silent man.

With his bulky arms crossed, the man stood straight, his ears being too pointy in their shape for him to be a pure-blooded human, while two black triangles could be seen tattooed onto the left peck of his hairy chest.

His cock was no longer pushing against the front of his dark sarong, instead it now dangled between his legs, and it was proving long enough for its head, which equally rivalled Zalah’s fists in size and bulk, was apparent below the lower hem of his garment, and a thick stream of what looked more like thick cum than transparent pre-cum was roping its way downwards from his jizz-hole.

Just as Zalah eyed the massive end of the man’s cock, a large gob of the heavy fluid detached itself from his cockhead and rained down onto the expensive carpet beneath his feet.

“I see that you’ve noticed Thorgal…” Sapphire said in lieu of Zalah’s hanging jaw and bulging eyes.
For the first time since they had met, the silent man sent Zalah a smile, albeit one which was more wolfish than pleasant.

As Sapphire suggested that Thorgal should remove his clothing, Zalah let one finger sink past the lips of her soppy cunt.