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Sloan's Story part 9 - Whore


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The contents of Sloan’s purse had dwindled considerably – enough so she could no longer afford the ride back to Riften - and she knew of only one way to make money. She went back to Candlehearth, but this time went up the stairs to the common room, where she relaxed and bided her time until evening fell and people began to enter. Once a fair-sized crowd had gathered, she meandered about the room, keeping an eye out for anyone who seemed to take an interest in her. An older man caught her eye, so she sashayed over and leaned down in front of him, hands on his table. His eyes, as intended, turned immediately to her dangling breasts.

 

"Good evening, sir," she purred. "You look a little lonely tonight."

 

"Aye, that I am, miss.” His eyes did not leave her breasts as he talked and she shifted a little to make them sway a bit.

 

"Well, maybe I can give you a little company."

 

"Aye, that you can, miss." He stood up, and she unbent to stand with him. They went down a back flight of stairs where she found a row of bedrooms. She picked the first empty one and, once he entered, closed the door.

 

"How about we do our negotiations now? I promise I'm worth your coin." She smiled and trailed her fingers across his face.

 

He caught his breath. "That sounds fine t'me. What are ye askin'?"

 

"That depends on what you're looking for, honey." She trailed her fingers along his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she did. His breathing deepened.

 

"I haven't laid with a woman for three years, and that's th' truth," he said.

 

"Oh, you poor dear. For only a hundred septims, we'll change your fortune." Her fingers slinked down to his waistline and she scraped his erection through his pants with one fingernail.

 

He hissed. "Uh...aye, miss, that sounds...fine." He fumbled in his purse, pulled out an eagle, placed it on the bedstand.

 

"Lovely. Come, I'll take good care of you." She lifted his hands and pressed them to her breasts and he gasped, fingers immediately beginning to knead like a cat. She stroked at his erection harder, then placed a hand on the drawstring of his trousers and pulled. The door slammed open just as his trousers fell. A livid Elda stormed in.

 

"You! You can't do that here!"

 

Sloan quickly slid the eagle off the table and slipped it into her purse before raising her hands. "I'm sorry! I didn't know!"

 

"Didn't know?" Elda laughed as the blushing man yanked up his pants and fled from the room. "You didn't know you couldn't use someone else's property without their consent?" She spat a curse. "Get out of here! If I catch you doing this again, I'll call the guard. You won't make any money servicing them, I promise you that!"

 

Sloan nodded, hands still up, as she edged around the enraged Nord woman, then fled the building. Once outside (where the cold actually felt nice for once), she smiled. An eagle, for nothing! Not bad. Only two hundred more septims to go and she could afford the passage back to...

 

"Hey!" Sloan frowned and looked around. She winced when she recognized her recent client. "That was a dirty trick. I thought you was one of Elda's girls. Give me my money back."

 

Sloan blinked. "I'm sorry, sir, I...I didn't think to pick it up. It's still..."

 

The man was old, but he could still move, and he had a grip like iron. She found this out because he had her pinned to the wall before she could even blink. "Don't play games with me, miss. I saw you pick it up. Now hand it over or I'll hand you over to the guard."

 

"Fine, fine." She nodded as she fumbled in her purse. "Here, take it. Let me go."

 

He snatched the coin from her hand then said, "If I was a different kind of man, I'd take a lot more than that. Consider yourself lucky." Again, before she could react, he yanked out a dagger. She yelped and covered her face but he used it to cut the strings of her purse, which he took. He glanced in it, holding the dagger loosely but still closer to her face than she liked. "I see why you did it. Gettin' desperate, aye? Here." He pulled out a single septim and threw it to the ground at her feet. "Good luck, bitch."

 

He stowed the knife and walked away with her money, and she watched him go with fear and anger and hopelessness raging through her all at once. Only after he was back in the inn, out of eyesight, did she stoop to pick up the septim. It winked at her in the fading sunlight.

 

"Dammit." She looked around. The rocky streets of the city held few citizens and even fewer torches. She moved away from the inn. With no other place to go, she angled in the direction of Aventus' house, but the thought of going back in there and listening to his crazed droning mantra all night stopped her. She sighed and leaned against a wall.

 

"How much?" She blinked and looked around. A thin, bald man stood nearby, watching the streets as he spoke.

 

"How much?"

 

"How much for a blow job? Real quick one?"

 

"Erm...fifty septims?"

 

The man laughed. "You must think something of yourself, missy! Fifty! Ha!"

 

"Well, how much are you offering?"

 

"Offering, is it? You are some sort of high and mighty whore, ain't ya? Used to clean sheets and fancy places, are ye? Well, here on the streets, the goin' rate's one septim for a bj, five for a fuck, ten for your arse. You too proud for those prices?"

 

"What? Those are ridiculous prices! Maybe twenty, if I have to, but..."

 

"Yer not gettin' it, missy. So's I'm gonna teach you the lesson of th' street. We'll be willin' to pay the prices I jest said, or somethin' close to 'em - if'n you're good, you ken charge more. We're fair out here, an' that's th' truth. But if you try to go all high and mighty on us, we'll just take what we want and you'll get nothin'." He reached out, grabbed her throat with one hand, her breast with the other, and squeezed both, lifting her off her feet. She grappled with the hand at her throat with both of hers, breaking two of her manicured nails, but couldn't find the air to breathe, let alone fight. "D'you understand the rules of the street now, missy?"

 

She nodded as spots began to appear. He dropped her, and she stumbled to the ground gasping for air. "Now then. How much for a blow job, missy?"

 

Sloan sucked in air for a moment longer before she could gasp, "T...two septims."

 

The man laughed. "I like your moxie, missy! Two it is, if'n you're good with your mouth. When you're done with me, I've got some friends who might also be willin’ to part with a little coin." He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet, then dragged her along the back alleys until they came to a small courtyard. He tossed her, and she landed on her knees still coughing. He yanked open his trousers and gestured. "C'mon, missy. I haven't got all night. And my friends are hungry too." Even as he spoke, several more men appeared out of the shadows.

 

It was a long night, the longest she had known. The work was very different than what she had grown accustomed to at the Vixen - there was none of the decorum, none of the niceties. It was freeing, in a way (a very very small way, and not worth the trade off) - she didn't have to fake enjoyment, didn't have to pretend to care for them. She just had to fuck and suck, then do it again. When dawn's light grazed the rooftops of the courtyard, she was left alone with a sprinkling of coins at her feet. She had never felt so exhausted or alone. She considered the irony as she raked up the night's earnings (a total of eleven septims, barely enough for a decent meal) - for the first time, she had not faked who she was, and for the first time she actually felt like a whore.

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I remember this entry. Quite efficiently written, regarding both style and direction. And with as always, the cold realism that most of Sloan's adventures feature. :D

 

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Sloan sucked in air for a moment longer before she could gasp, "T...two septims."

 

ldyMRSUy_o.png « No way, no. That's very not enough.

               I very don't remember this chapter, but I very think she should've given back her money to the old guy.

               Also she should ask Cecilde for tips, 'cause doesn't look very good at earning money that way, uh. :classic_angel: »

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2 hours ago, Tirloque said:

I remember this entry. Quite efficiently written, regarding both style and direction. And with as always, the cold realism that most of Sloan's adventures feature. :D

 

 

ldyMRSUy_o.png « No way, no. That's very not enough.

               I very don't remember this chapter, but I very think she should've given back her money to the old guy.

               Also she should ask Cecilde for tips, 'cause doesn't look very good at earning money that way, uh. :classic_angel: »

This tale is going to diverge wildly from the previous version pretty soon. Just so you know.

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5 hours ago, jfraser said:

This tale is going to diverge  w i l d l y  from the previous version pretty soon. Just so you know.

ldyMRSUy_o.png « You mean they gonna honey-honey like rabbits and get happy ever after, or they gonna get eaten like sausage by savage wolves ?

               'cause if they gonna honey-honey, I might be interested, yes. :classic_angel: »

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2 hours ago, Tirloque said:

ldyMRSUy_o.png « You mean they gonna honey-honey like rabbits and get happy ever after, or they gonna get eaten like sausage by savage wolves ?

               'cause if they gonna honey-honey, I might be interested, yes. :classic_angel: »

Lol. I mean, in the previous version, it was Sloan who joined the Stormcloaks. But now I have Trendil for that story.

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(previous comments from @Tirloque and @dreadme1)

On 7/11/2017 at 12:01 AM, Tirloque said:

Older job in the book has it hardships it seems. Only you seem to base yourself on ingame currencies which are somewhat out of scale (specially for the food : if a travel halfway across country costs 200-300 septims, then a complete meal should be 3 or 5 IMO, not 25 per ingredient). That detail put apart, your style is appreciably realistic as usual. :)

 

On 7/11/2017 at 4:07 AM, jfraser said:

thank you for the kind words. The Vixen is an ultra fancy high class institution. Sloan has become used to eating really good full meals, so that's what she bought ;)

 

On 10/19/2017 at 11:21 PM, dreadme1 said:

i disagree,she paid for wine,bread,and cheese,taken seperately just ingredients alone say a cheese wdge bread and a single wine bottle that'd be 15 gold,and since the Vixen is a VERY high priced BROTHEL the food is indeed of better quality,a meal there might cost as much as 100 gold. Ican make a good meal at the cooking pot in vanilla skyrim and expect a return of 250 septims when i sell to the guy in whiterun,think his names belethor.

 

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