Sacrifices… what do they mean sacrifices? What are they sacrificing people to? Shit… I don’t think we are going to find any of these people alive.

  Tristan: “Sacrifices? To who?”

  Chloe: “Fuck knows, either these people are religious nutters, or they are being threatened by something and are offering it sacrifices to keep it at bay. Either way, we need to find out what they are doing and stop it.”

  Dwynfel: “I don’t get this plan.”

  Chloe: “Huh?”

  Dwynfel: “Why use a concealed note system? Surely it would be easier if the external person just hired the relevant staff member and talked to them directly.”

  Chloe: “Easier, yes. But also, higher risk. If we happened to catch one, then we would automatically suspect the other. This way, if one gets captured, we have no direct way to connect them to one another.”

  Fair point. But still…

  Tristan: “Other than using the least popular room in the place.”

  Chloe: “Well yeah. But least popular doesn’t exactly mean unused. I mean, your about to use it for the second time in one night.”

  Tristan: “Only because you’re making me.”

  Chloe: “I only made you use the room. Sticking your dick in the guy, that was all you.”

  Tristan: “Well, I stand by that choice.”

  Chloe: “I bet ya fuckin’ do.”

  What she says makes sense… the best way for them to protect each other is to not be seen together.

  Dwynfel: “But hang on… I get why this arrangement would be easy for the staff member. Just hide the note during the clean up after the client has left. But the external person… how would they hide the note without the staff member noticing?”

  Chloe raised one eyebrow and looked at me like I was an idiot.

  Chloe: “You are so bloody stupid sometimes. They are prostitutes, they do what you pay them to do. If you pay them to close their eyes, then they will. If you pay them to face the other way and bend over, they will. Also, given what room it is, you’re gonna want to close your eyes if somebody is about to piss on your face.”

  Dwynfel:” Why on earth would anybody piss on someone’s face?”

  Chloe: “Fuck’s sake, Dwyn. It’s the fluid room.”

  Oh…. no… that is… no… that’s not a thing… is it? Surely not? What would somebody get out of that? I really… really do not understand people. Although, I do at least understand why Tristan didn’t want to be seen going in there now… fucking hell.

  Olly and Dolly emerged from one of the standard rooms with their client. There was a brief exchange of coin and they both went to the bar. Chloe instantly grabbed Tristan’s arm and whispered aggressively at him.

  Chloe: “Right, you, down that damn potion, get those two, and go put that damn note back.”

  Tristan nervously downed the potion before staggering over to the bar. He stood in between Olly and Dolly and firmly grasped both of their arses.

  Tristan: “Are you to ready for round two?”

  Olly turned round and almost jumped with excitement. He was so happy that he squealed. Or at least… he gave that impression.

  Olly: “Absolutely!”

  He gave Tristan a massive kiss. As he was doing that, Dolly leaned over the bar and got the key from Madame Laurent. Dolly then headed off to the room and Olly followed, pulling Tristan by the hand.

  Dwynfel: “Umm… Chloe. What exactly is the plan now?”

  Chloe: “We stay here. We drink. And we watch that room. Any staff member other than the twink twins goes in that room, we keep an eye on them. Any of them leave the premises, one of us follows. When Tristan gets back, we’ll put connected voice on so that we can keep in contact. Then if one of them has any kind of rendezvous we can all join up and follow them.”

  Dwynfel: “Understood.”

  Chloe: “It’s just a waiting game now.”

  It was quite a bit longer than expected before Tristan returned to the table. He emerged from the room on his own and sat down rather sheepishly. Chloe glared at him and her face slowly morphed into one of immense irritation and started aggressively whispering to him again.

  Chloe: “Tristan, you’ve been gone for over an hour. What the fuck?”

  Tristan: “You said we had to go back in. You gave me the stamina potion.”

  Chloe: “Yeah, so you’d have the energy to put the note back, maybe stay in there for fifteen minutes to make it convincing. You’ve been in there for over an hour. What the fuck have you been doing?”

  It was at this point that Olly and Dolly emerged from the room. They both looked… unkempt to say the least. Their hair was all over the place… which isn’t normal for them. And they both seemed out of breath… almost winded. Dolly staggered back to the bar to hand the key back and Olly made his way to our table. When he arrived, he picked up Tristan’s drink and downed it.

  Olly: “Bloody hell, you are officially my new favourite client. You should come by the farm next time. I feel bad charging you after that.”

  Tristan’s eyes widened in embarrassment. Chloe sat back in her chair and looked at him with a look of supreme bewilderment.

  Chloe: “Him? Really? Him?”

  Olly: “Gods yeah! Seriously, this guy can multitask.”

  Chloe: “Multitask? What the fuck are you talking about?”

  Olly turned towards Tristan and lifted one leg over him. He proceeded to sit down on Tristan’s lap and wrap his arms around Tristan’s back. He gave Tristan a peck on the lips and proceeded to speak in a silly little voice.

  Olly: “Can I tell them?”

  Tristan’s eyes were still wide… painfully wide… like… I genuinely fear that they may pop out of their sockets. Despite the blatant nervousness that he was experiencing, he nodded and gave a nervous smile.

  Olly twisted his body so that he was facing Chloe and I.

  Olly: “So… I’m riding this guy like a fucking pony, okay. Now, that is enough for most guys to focus on, but no, not this guy. While I’m doing that, he’s got his tongue buried deep in Dolly’s arse, okay, and even with that going on, he uses his hands to wank us both off, yeah. Like, the guy is using every part of himself.”

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  Olly is clearly really excited by this story… he’s getting very animated… his smile is almost ear to ear and he is really going for it with the hand gestures. Although that may just be habit from signing all the time.

  Olly: “Now, you’d think a guy would have all of his attention consumed by all of that going on. But nope, this guy still had enough awareness to know exactly when I was gonna cum, right. So, I’m about to explode, and he casts slow on me. Have you ever had somebody cast slow on you?”

  Chloe’s eyes narrowed in puzzlement, but she shook her head.

  Dwynfel: “It is not a sensation that I have ever experienced.”

  Olly: “It is so weird. Like… your mind is operating at normal speed. But everything about your body slows to a crawl. And he must have funnelled mana into it, because I wasn’t even moving at half speed. I swear, I was cumming for a solid five minutes. And the second he started the spell, he opened Dolly’s legs and slid him onto my dick, right. So not only am I cumming in slow motion, but I’m being slid inside someone at the same time.”

  Fucking hell. I genuinely do not think that I have the words to respond to this… at all. Chloe just keeps shifting her glance between Olly and Tristan… I get the distinct impression that she is struggling to believe Tristan capable of this.

  Olly: “Oh, but he’s not done yet. He sits himself up properly, wraps his left arm around my back and starts properly going for it with the thrusting. I genuinely cannot describe to you the sheer level of euphoria that I was going through. And thrusting when you are underneath is not the easiest thing. Especially with two people on top of you, but still, during all of this, he’s still using his right hand to wank off Dolly. After like five minutes he cums so hard inside me that I swear, I felt it in my lungs. Then Dolly starts to cum, so he ends the spell on me and casts it on Dolly. He lifts Dolly off me, put Dolly’s balls in his mouth, and starts giving him a prostate massage with his hand. I could barely move. I just… I cannot stress to you how amazing the whole experience was… just… by the gods… seriously… and I haven’t even mentioned the foreplay or anything…”

  Dolly arrived at the table. He had fixed his hair and I am pretty sure he’d oiled himself up or something because his skin was glistening.

  Dolly: “Olly, our next client is in five minutes. Get yourself cleaned up.”

  Olly rolled his eyes. Twisted himself back round… gave Tristan a kiss goodbye before hopping off his lap and heading to the bar. As he left, he waved at Kiyui to get his attention.

  Olly: “Yo, Kiyui! You gotta have a ride on this guy! Seriously…”

  Dolly smiled at Tristan.

  Dolly: “Sorry about him, he talks too much when he’s excited.”

  Dolly leaned in and gave Tristan a kiss.

  Dolly: “It was fun though. Nice working with you.”

  Dolly gave us a wave and he went to hurry Olly along. Tristan turned his head to look at Chloe… it was almost like his entire body shrunk. His face looked like that of a child who had just been caught stealing biscuits from the jar.

  Chloe’s fingernails were tapping off the table as she continued to glare at Tristan.

  Chloe: “Nutmunching, rimming, fucking twink tower bouncing off your ballsack, what the absolute fuck?”

  Tristan: “Well… I felt bad… the first time I didn’t really do anything. So, this time, I asked what kind of stuff they liked.”

  Chloe: “Fuck’s sake. They’re prostitutes, Tristan! They are paid to do what you want. You don’t need to feel bad if they do all the work. Mother of Mercy, from all that shit it sounds like they should have been paying you. Fucking hell.”

  Dwynfel: “I think it’s kinda sweet that he cares about them enjoying themselves.”

  Chloe: “Fucking na?ve is what it is. The client is meant to be the one receiving the service. When you hire a builder to put an extension on your house you don’t swing by his house and add an extra floor because you feel bad for the guy. He does his job and you pay him. That’s the customer client relationship.”

  Poor Tristan. He’s so well meaning and now she’s taking the piss out of him for it.

  Dwynfel: “Don’t listen to her, Tristan. You’ve made those two very happy. I bet you’ve been the highlight of their night.”

  Chloe: “I fucking bet he has. And don’t even get me started on wasting your damn mana on them. What if we need it later!”

  Tristan: “It was just a little bit of mana.”

  Chloe: “Mind you… those two are onto something. No wonder they enjoyed themselves. Your tongue was occupied the whole time. They couldn’t hear you speak.”

  Dwynfel: “Come on Chloe… that’s a bit harsh.”

  Tristan: “What’s wrong with the way I talk?”

  Chloe: “It’s not the way you talk; it’s the way you sound.”

  Okay… now she’s just getting mean.

  Tristan: “What?”

  Chloe: “Oh, never mind. But next time your voice is grating on me, I’m gonna get one of them to sit on your face.”

  Dwynfel: “Chloe… just calm down.”

  Chloe: “I am calm! I’m just confused about how mister “can I not hire one of the girls” ended up spending almost an hour with his tongue up some guy’s arse.”

  Tristan: “We didn’t do that for the full hour. Besides, he said he enjoyed it.”

  Chloe: “I fucking well noticed. And don’t sit there and act like you were just going along with whatever they wanted. We all heard what Olly said. Sounds to me like you had total control of that situation.”

  I really feel like we should get back on track here. We need to focus on the mission.

  Chloe: “What happened to being all nervous about being with a guy, Tristan? You get that out of the way in the first session and just go all out in the second? No way you would have done all of that if you’d never even thought about it before, especially the slow thing.”

  Tristan: “I never thought about it before, I swear. But… look at them… they’re beautiful.”

  Dwynfel: “Look… why don’t we just let Tristan know the plan and get Kiyui over to cast his spell.”

  Chloe: “I’m not gonna argue with that, they have smoother skin than most women. But come on, where did all that come from?”

  Tristan: “When we went in, we sat and talked about what kinda things they liked and enjoyed… and I think the stamina potion kinda kicked in… my heart started pumping really fast, my mind started racing and I just kinda… went for it.”

  Chloe: “That wasn’t just going for it, Tristan. You dived right into that, dick first.”

  Dwynfel: “Chloe!”

  Chloe: “What?”

  I lowered my voice to a whisper.

  Dwynfel: “The plan… Kiyui… remember…”

  Chloe: “Fair point, yes.”

  She downed her drink and shouted across to the bar with her flagon raised.

  Chloe: “Oi, Kitty-Cat! More drinks!”

  She slammed her flagon back down on the table and turned back to me and Tristan.

  Chloe: “I swear to the gods, there better be no rimming while connected voice is on. I don’t need to hear that shit.”