To look like whores

Zalah and the four other whores had gathered in a small room, with stone tiles on the floor and a drainage well in the centre of it. All of them were now naked, and a couple of other women, who Zalah recognized to be other whores working for Zenobia, were carrying in buckets filled with water to go with those already placed there.

“Girls,” Zalah said to her four younger, much less experienced, women, “this is going to be something else.” With that, Zalah lifted the bucket up over Yira’s head, and poured its content out over her, something which resulted in at least some of the cum being washed away from her nubile body, though the cleaning process was far from over.

“And let’s not forget,” Zalah continued, “I’m the only one here that can fit Galashiels’ cock inside of me, unless you girls happen to have some magic trinkets around to allow you to take on the biggest cock that you’ll most likely ever see.”

“I think that I can have a solution for that,” Zenobia said, having just stepped into the room unannounced, “with this.” In her right hand, Zenobia held an urn, which she now held up demonstratively.

“Oh, and what’s that?” Zalah asked, though she had a good idea of what Zenobia would reply.

“It’s a substance which affects women in ways which might prove beneficiary for dealing with Galashiels’, girls.” Zenobia replied, and then added “But I sincerely doubt that you’ll be needing it” to Zalah.

“How come you didn’t give it to one of your girls earlier, when Galashiels was causing all that commotion downstairs?” Zalah asked.

“Simple, I didn’t possess it then, and even if I had, this stuff is far too expensive to use in satisfying any but the wealthiest of customers. But now… well, let’s just say that my neighbours are in the same business as me, and when they agreed on my proposal, one of them gave me this to let you use.”

“It’s a powder,” Zenobia said, while the four “ordinary” whores of hers steered their nude, soaking wet bodies closer to hers, “which you snort through your nose, and then you’ll be able to fit a bloody log up your anus if you’re in the mood for it.”

“Always handy, that.” Viveka commented, to the amusement of the others.

“Sure, but just don’t use it until right before the show, it’s apparently a rather strong aphrodisiac as well, and we wouldn’t want you failing to show up because you’re all in here, fucking each other senseless.” Zenobia said, before placing the urn on a bench and then leaving the women alone in the room again.

After washing themselves once more and then rubbing each other dry, something which was accompanied by quite a few lewd comments and some fondling, the five harlots split up, and went to get dressed.

Zalah was the first to arrive downstairs, when the hour was almost gone. Having told the four younger women not to put on their best outfits, since Galashiels would probably simply rip whatever they were wearing to shreds as soon as he got his hands on them, she had then followed her own advice by dressing in a very peculiar thong of hers; it consisted of two leather strings which were tied to a pair of gold buckles and placed around her waist, where a thin piece of cloth, the part which was to cover her pussy, was attached to the strap, meaning that would simply have to untie for it to fall to the ground, with the waistband remaining in place. Apart from that, Zalah wore a golden collar around her throat, with a ruby attached to it which went with the magic stone in her bellybutton.

Soon, Viveka appeared and descended down the stairs. Having taken Zalah’s advice to her heart, the particularly busty blonde had dressed herself in a golden belly-chain, and nothing more save a pair of black leather boots with high heels. The boots covered her legs all the way up to her thighs, where they ended in a very wide fashion.

“Hmm, something might come flooding in if you wear those boots around Galashiels.” Zalah informed her.

“That’s what I’m hoping,” Viveka grinned libidinously, “that it’ll feel like I’ve got my legs stuck down in a river of cum each time that I move them.”

That was the kind of talk that could turn Zalah on, and she was just about to reach over and slip a finger into the other minx’s cunt when Yira appeared.

She was wearing a dress, in black and red, which reached down from her shoulders to her ankles. However, the dress was not just an ordinary dress, but it consisted of two halves, held together by a series of straps over her breasts, which left the centre part of Yira’s body, including her cunt, completely exposed.
“Mmm, classy…” Zalah audibly approved of her new apprentice’s choice of clothing.

Then, there was Maxime, who had chosen to wear a negligee made out of sheer black silk, but which was several cup-sizes too small, which caused the garment to strain severely at its top, while leaving her tight little pussy exposed to the chill of the air.

Lastly, there was Odila, the icy blonde, who had drenched her body in glistening oil, before donning a miniscule silk jacket, which hung open to reveal the swell of her impressive bosom.

Now, all that there was left to do was for the four women to consume the strange powder, Zalah having no need of it, and go out to face the crowd, which sounded to be in the hundreds, and Galashiels, who had come to life again, and who was now straining against his shackles, his rock-hard cock jutting back as he flexed his muscles in an attempt to get lose and get a woman to shove his now foot-and-a-half long cock into.