Vilea

Vilea had left her large house outside of the city as soon as she had received the message from the royal exchequer. He was a man of considerable power and influence, and it would serve her well to please him. Her carriage was pulled by four black horses given to her by the King himself in recognition of how she had kept his knights well pleased during the celebrations surrounding the wedding of his daughter, Wynnea.

While the driver was pushing the horses to their limit in order to get to the castle as soon as possible, she had informed the driver that they would be stopping at the small tumble down cottage a few miles from her house, so that they might pick up Jilleen the young woman who had moved into the cottage after the **** of her grandmother, who was said to have been an enchantress of some minor note, although Vilea had never found any evidence that this was true. Vilea needed a new handmaiden, and the redhaired vixen would suit her needs perfectly.

Jilleen was young, beautiful, and naive. Her skin was fair and unblemished, her face long but pleasing with piercing green eyes, and a bright friendly smile that she flashed at just about anyone who visited her. While she favored long, billowy dresses, Vilea knew that she had a fine feminine form as well, having seen the young woman bathing in the stream that ran nearby her cottage. Jilleen had a long swan like neck, full, ripe breasts with small pink nipples, and a downy triangle of red hair like that on her head that covered her womanhood. Vilea licked her lips thinking about having seen her as she lay down on the lush thick grass of the shore and pleasured herself; think no one could see her. But Vilea had seen.

She also knew that the young girl could be easily enticed into becoming her handmaiden, if just for the visit. Having rarely traveled far from the cottage, Vilea was sure that the redhead would accept her offer with no objection, and join her on the carriage as soon as she could throw a few personal items in a bag.

As the carriage pulled in to the road leading to Jilleen’s house Vilea spied her hanging out her laundry to dry on the line. She waved and smiled at the approach of the famous courtesan’s carriage, and set her basket on the ground waiting for Vilea to arrive. Vilea smiled with anticipation, she wondered to herself how well the girl would please her sexually. When the carriage came to a halt in front of the cottage, and Vilea stepped out, Jilleen bowed, and then embraced Vilea.

“Welcome to my home, such as it is. To what do I owe the honor of your visit, ma’m?”

“I would like you to join me as my handmaiden while I am engaged by the royal exchequer at the King’s castle in the city. I will pay you well, and if you like I can train you in my trade. How do you reply, Jilleen?”