This wasn't the first time Bethany had been led to this room, nor would it be the last. She wrung her hands when the sex worker turned away, her mouth a sharp twist that she bit down on until it smoothed. We need the money, she reminded herself. We need the money, the money, the money. It was always about the money with them, she knew, but what else was she to do, when the expedition was coming up fast and the little money they did make seemed to be draining away just as fast?
The stall was the same as the last time she had been in here. Plain and empty, with a single round, padded hole in the wall for her to stick her bottom half through. Her hands shook as she started to disrobe, removing her boots and trousers and folding them neatly in a pile across from her, along with her blouse and chainmail and arm warmers. If she was going to do this, as she must, there really was no point in being half dressed, when she would just get everything dirty if she kept them on.
The hole was meticulously cleaned after every use, but she couldn't help shivering when she maneuvered her bottom half through the hole, in no small part due to an anticipation she would never admit, least of all to herself. She didn't have long to wait, much to her relief- disappointment, she tried to convince herself, without success, particularly when rough calloused hands smoothed over her ass, pulling her back. She'd thought it would be to meet her customer's cock, and winced in preparation ton be taken dry, but she was pleasantly surprised, shocked even, to meet a mouth, and let out a soft noise when a tongue flickered briefly over her cunt, tasting her. The man on the other side of the wall hummed satisfaction, and drew back.
Usually her customers already had their cocks in her and were pounding away by now, so it came as quite the surprise when the man did not stop there, as she'd expected, but replaced his mouth with a hand. He started drawing a calloused fingertip up and down and around her clit without quite touching it, long enough that she gradually relaxed and sighed in frustrated need. She wriggled, hoping that the man would get the idea and stick it in, but she was doomed to be frustrated. He let out a soft, barely audible chuckle and flickered his finger faster across her clit just as he pressed a slow finger into her.
Bethany jerked, all of her breath rushing out of her, and pushed back unthinkingly. That earned her another soft huff and the man readjusted so that no matter how she pushed, she couldn't quite manage to sink his finger any deeper inside of her. She whined, only to let out a high, artless cry when the man unexpectedly shoved a second finger inside her, then a third, crooking them so that every push of his hand made them rub against that place that made her see stars.
