The Serving Wench

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Slipping across the cobbled street, keeping to the shadows, Sloane made her way towards the dimly lit windows of the tavern. A bitter cold wind whipped her cloak around her skirts, sending gooseflesh up her arms and across her scantily covered chest. The serving wench outfit did little to protect against the cold, and she sighed with relief when she pushed open the heavy wood door and slipped into the warmth of the hectic tavern. Loud Gaelic music assaulted her, along with the stench of stale ale and pipe smoke. Sniffing daintily, Sloane tossed her head, the hood of her cloak falling back, her long sable hair tumbling free and wild about her face and down her back.

Her green eyes flashed as she eyed the busy tavern, quickly picking up the possible troublemakers, and the best tippers. Her sculpted mouth tipped up in a feisty smile when she saw the man she had danced for the night before. His tip had paid for her new winter boots, which she even now wiggled her warm toes in. A good man, that... She thought to herself as she made her way among the trestle tables. Past the roaring cook fire at the far end of the tavern, expertly dodging grasping hands and ignoring the leering comments, she ducked inside the hot kitchen and hung her cloak on a peg next to the others. The cook glared at her, shaking his head and Sloane smiled sweetly as she swept her hair back, shaking her skirts out and bending over to adjust her full breasts so that they near spilled out of her bodice. She needed the additional tips that her breasts earned her when she brushed them across men’s backs and under their noses while serving food and drink.

Pinching her cheeks to add extra color, Sloane made her way towards the counter, picking up a serving tray. Her sweet angelic face screwed in a scowl as she saw the innkeeper burst into the kitchen area, his sallow eyes roaming across the room. A shudder ran across her body as she remembered what he looked like up close, his face pockmarked, his fat belly pressing her small body against the wall. His rancid stench made her belly curl, and she could smell it even now as his eyes lit on her. His puffy grease smeared lips twisted up in a smile as he shoved the cooks helper out of his way, starting towards her. Panic flooded her, she had to get away before he began to paw at her tender tits, it wouldn’t do for the customers to see bruises on her creamy skin.

Grabbing several bowls of stew and throwing them on her tray, she darted away, her small 5'2 body easily stepping through the mass of bodies in the kitchen and sliding out into the common room to blend in among the trestles. Looking back, Sloane breathed a quick sigh of relief that he hadn’t followed her out in public. She would have to be extra cautious tonight when she left. Shaking her head, she settled her thoughts and began to concentrate on the nights business.


{OOC: This is an open roleplay, your welcome to play along. Please keep in mind that this is based around the midevil era.}

 

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Sloane's eyes drifted over his fine face and well tailored clothes. A small burst of pleasure had registered in her when he had motioned her over, cutting off the other serving girl's chatter. She heard the innkeeper come out of the kitchen, but ignored his shouted invite, focusing on this mans pleasant face. Remembering the dark arousal that had gleamed in his eyes as she had danced for him the night before, the heat began to build in her. Coming to a stop before him, she eased closer, rubbing her chest against his arm as he gestured to his seat, asking her to sit.

"I cant... I'm on duty Milord. Can I get you something to eat or drink?" Sloane asked sincerely, losing herself in his eyes. His body tensed as he felt her rub herself against him. Losing herself in his eyes, the tavern and its crude noises and smells faded away. She remembered the dark firelight flickering off the walls the night before. The way his face had looked as he sat on the bed, watching her unlace her bodice, letting brief glimpses of her nipples show through the laces as she swayed and danced before him. She had turned then and lifted her skirts, giving him a glimpse of her creamy firm asscheeks, just the bottom of them. She had only wanted to tempt, not inflame. Turning back around, she had leaned over him, pressing her breasts against his face, gently guiding his hands away from her as he reached up to pull her against him.

A loud cry broke into her reverie, and Sloane blinked, looking around. The man still stood, but he had moved closer, his nose and lips pressed against her fragrant dark hair, his hands on her shoulders holding her close. "Where were you just now?" he whispered huskily, and Sloane shuddered gently. Her body was on fire, her nipples pressed painfully against her bodice. Slickness was beginning to coat her inner thighs as his lips moved down to press against her ear. Losing all concentration, she nearly dropped the serving tray with the bowls of stew on it. Startled and ashamed at her lewd behavior, Sloane jumped back and looked around, composing herself.

"I should go Milord.. please forgive my rudeness." Sloane stammered and bolted away, towards a table full of bawdy men. The bawdy ones were easier to ignore, and far less likely to break her concentration as that man did. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw his frown and hurriedly began to flirt with several peasant farmers, charming them with her smiles and sharp wit, but she could not ignore the slickness on her thighs, or the flaming desire that burned in her chest.

 

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What a long night it had been... Sloane brushed off the feelings of disappointment that the man had gone. She had felt his hot eyes on her all night long, making her jumpy and nervous. Feeling her coin sack, she became angry. She had been distracted by him, had been unable to make near the usual amount of coin she normally pulled in. Mentally kicking herself, she dragged her cloak around her shoulders angrily and pushed out into the night, instantly cold and shivering. Her anger quickly died away as she made her way through the dark winter night to her chamber across the village. So distracted was she by her thoughts that she failed to notice the large bulk of man that came out of the tavern behind her. He huffed as he tried to keep up with her slender form as she darted from shadow to shadow.

Sloane turned into a dark alley, an easy shortcut to her boarding room. The wind was not near so bitter or cold here, and she lifted her head, the hood of her cloak falling back. Her long dark hair drifted out behind her as she breathed in deeply, thinking of how that man would feel thrusting and rutting between her legs... Shaking her head, she glanced around, realizing the late hour. What a fool she had been to take this alley at this hour of night. Stepping more carefully now, her eyes were wide and alert. Hearing a heavy step, Sloane whirled around and saw the Innkeeper not more than a few steps behind her. Groaning in fear, she turned to run but his fat hand snaked out and grasped her cloak, jerking her off her feet. Her momentum carried her to the ground, where she lay gasping for air and seeing stars. A low panicked groan erupted from her throat when her eyes focused to see him kneeling beside her, towering over her. His hands already reached forward, ripping the clasp of her cloak and brushing it aside. His disgusting mouth parted in a lewd grin as he filled his hands with her tender creamy tits.

Sloane struggled wildly, but his backhand dazed her. She felt the cold cobblestone of the street under her tender backside, and tried to tune out the feel of his huge paws on her breasts. Hopefully he would stop at that, but a small part of her knew better.

 

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Marcus lifted his head off the table after having dozed off to sleep from his exhausting activities of the day, and slowly began to sit up. He peered around the room looking to see what was going on inside of the inn. Feeling a bit stiff, he stood up and stretched after sitting so long in his uncomfortable chair that sat against the table. He decided to take a walk outside and breathe in the cool night air that awaited him outside of the Inn. Marcus casually walked along the street, noticing the dimly lit streets that lay ahead of him. He looked around for common thieves and thugs just waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims. As he continued to walk along, he heard the sounds of muffled cries coming from a darkened alleyway. He slowly crept up to the entrance, and looked around the corner to see what was unfolding. A girl was being raped by a disgusting individual, who she couldn't seem to leave his grasp. Over to the side in the darkness, stood a man obviously taking in this sight to satisfy his own urges. Disgusted with the fact of this scene, he took a back route around the alley to the other side.

An old decayed wooden wall stood in between him and the unpleasant scene taking place. Marcus looked in between the boards and saw the pleasure filled face of the innkeeper taking exactly what he wanted from the girl. Marcus looked around on the floor and found a decent sized stone, and found a loose board he was able to move out of the way to slide through. Marcus stood about ten feet from the girl, ducking down in the shadows contemplating his next move. He stood up and crept slowly toward the man, and quickly bashed his head in with the stone, instantly knocking him out onto the floor. The girl laid there surprised, not quite sure what to make of what just happened. Marcus quickly asked, "Are you okay??" The girl wiped away her tears, and sat up adjusting her skirt back down and whimpered, "I am now, thank you." Marcus helped her off the ground and wrapped his cloak around her because by this time it was very cold outside. Trying to keep her warm, and walking out of the alley, Marcus glared over at the man in the shadows with disgust, having ill thoughts towards him for not preventing this from happening. Marcus asked her for her name she replied,” Sloane." "Such a pretty name, my name is Marcus." he said. She showed a slight smile at him, as they walked back along the streets towards the inn where they could keep warm.

 

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Sloane tuned herself out, unable to acknowledge what was really happening to her. She heard the disgusting grunts, felt the fat greasy flesh grinding against hers, even heard her own small whimpers, but she drifted to a place that he couldnt reach her. Her eyes drifted closed, and at first she failed to register the fact that the greasy pig was no longer on top of her. Struggling to come back to reality, Sloane startled and stared up at t he man standing above her, his eyes full of concern. Would he take his turn on her now? Scrambling upright, she hastily straightened her skirts to cover her, and wrapped the tattered remains of her cloak around her tattered bodice.

Warily, she glanced around, and then back at this man, trying to fend off the weak tears and hysteria she felt threatening. He grasped her hand, asking her polite questions, and tried to guide her back to the Inn. Sloane balked, looking back at the motionless form of the Innkeeper. Was he dead? Sloane began to panic, and tugged her way down the alley, almost to her small dwelling. She didnt care at this point that the man attached to her arm was a complete stranger. She craved a hot bath, to get the stench and feel of the innkeeper off her skin. Dragging out her key, she hurriedly opened the door and rushed inside. The man looked confused, and stood on her doorstoop, watching her. Grabbing his arm, Sloane pulled him inside and closed the thick wood door with a slam.

 

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Marcus was pulled quickly inside her house without hesitation. Sloane had asked Marcus to wait in the main room while she went to change out of her soiled clothes. He then began to examine his surroundings, looking upon the furniture that was around him. Marcus stood at a height of 6 feet with a semi-muscular build. His eyes were blue colored and for the most part was well groomed. Marcus began to wonder what other events he may encounter before the evening was finished. He walked over to the doorway trying to peek around to see what it was Sloane was doing. He noticed her slipping down her skirt and removing all of her outer clothing, in which he simply just stared. He couldn’t help but admire her gorgeous body that had been beneath her clothing, but quickly turned away as to not be rude.

Slowly walking back to the front room, he nearly tripped over what looked to be a small animal. Marcus knelt down to pet the creature for a moment before looking up and seeing Sloane walking back into the room. Quickly he stood up letting out a slight gasp, eyeing what it was she changed into. Marcus had a difficult time keeping his eyes focused onto her face, but managed nonetheless. "So where is it I've seen you before? You look very familiar." asked Marcus. She replied that she served at the nearby inn. "That’s right. I wasn't exactly sure where it was I've seen you, I've stayed the past couple nights there." Marcus slowly paced around, as to keep himself from staring over at her beautiful complexion. He helped himself to a seat, and looked back over to Sloane who began to slowly approach him.