Pirate's Den

Anne

SHe jumped when the man spoke so intent on his documents she hadn't heard him awaken and she uilty pushed the papers aside and looked up at the man and swallowed as he moved closer and she felt more then saw his eyes staring into her own and along her body.

Lifting her head proudly as if she were not sitting there in aman's tunic but a regal gown and she frostily replied. "That is my business and none of yours." SHe moved to climb to her feet and she tugged the shirt down a bit more, what covered her ass and front, barely covered her breasts. Finally she gave up and sat back down opposite the man and away from the papers she had been looking at that were his.

She shurgged her shoulder sand drew her knees up against her chest letting the full shirt fall over her legs and torso and hiding her completely now, excpet where her legs pressed her breasts up and against her chest.

HEr eyes moved over his and she nodded to the papers," You have some very good plans there. I hope you dont' mind I made some notes for you."
 
Tommy

Blackie calmed him with word and a hand gesture and sent him on his way upstairs. Tommy nodded, thanking Blackie, gathering his jacket and a mug of water from the table. He then slipped upstairs, opening the door at their top and stepping out into a hall somewhere in the lower levels of the old fort, beneath the mansion Blackie used as his personal dwelling....

It was dark. Not pitch black, however, sconces lined the walls at strategic points that Tommy could tell would light the whole of the underneath if they were all burning. But, for everyday use, it seemed they lit only every third or fourth, keeping it dim but traversable.

"I wonder where it is I should be going?", he said aloud with a yawn. Just then, though, he turned a bend in the corridor to find a thick, banded, wooden door. Tugging upon the handle, he found it to be unlocked, if stiff and hard to move.

Tommy went cautiously through the portal and found himself at the back of what appeared, at first glance, to be a suite of rooms. {Must be the captain's chambers}, he thought as he moved through a storage space for clothing and boxed items into a bathing and shaving room (similar to the one he'd seen downstairs), and finally, into a large and ornate bedchamber.

"Ahh...", Tommy sighed as he drug himself towards the bed and dropped upon the cushion of its matress and buried his head into the pillows. "Mmm...", he stretched briefly and drug the covers to float over himself and reached out his left arm and leg, wiggling a bit to get into a comfy position...then froze.

He wasn't the only one in the bed....
 
Blackie

"Twould be my pleasure if you took these parchments and the plans within and finished them all"

An honest reply about a task that had no glamor to me...

"And the questions I asked were not intended to pry, rather to help me introduce you to the other men and women who move about freely on the isle"

I lifted the heavy orb that hung between her breasts, the motion causing my hand to graze her nipple thru the fabric and feel it harden as I nodded towards the medallion and spoke of it's purpose.

"This does away with the darker side of bounty for you or you having to fear slavery, not that you would remain a slave long to any man, you impress me as a lass that would conquer the seas if you set your heart to it"

Lowering the gold already heated from her body carefully I lifted the papers and studied them, the notes accurate, concise and thought out to my eye.

"You read and write well lass, in a time where most women are shunned to do so, what other talents do you possess?"
 
His hand was hot on my skin and I could feel his gaze slipping along my chest and then up and along my face as I colored a bright red. I swallowed and moved back away from his as he let the gold coin drop along my chest between my breasts. His eyes bore into my own and I quickly ducked my head.

Moving slowly stood up and slid the food I had been eating away from you and moved the parchments back to the desk he had recently just vacated. the long shirt I wore barely covered my ass and I felt completely naked even through the shirt.

Turning to face the man before her she slides her palms along her thighs a bit and remarks," May I take a bath m'lord a real one with soap?" She brushed aside the question of her knowledge and how she had come by it. She had been trained y her father from a small age encase something should happen to her husband so she could report back to him what all her husbands holdings were.

She waited not realizing she was holding her breath making her breast lift and hold causing the shirt to rise barely revealing the hollow between her thighs.
 
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