Talia quickly bathed off the sweat of her dance in a basin, and donned some more of the silky scarves that made up her dancer's costume. As she finished tucking the last scarf into a band at her wrist the knock she had been expecting came. With one last pat to be sure the veil over her face was in place she went to the door and opened it
"Madam," the serving girl said with a curtsey, her hands full of Talia's coins, "A man wished to call on you."
Looking past the girl, Talia saw the man in the purple robes, he was standing as far from the door as he could get, trying to look aloof and above it all, but he glanced at her quickly and his eyes were wide with lust.
Without a word Talia gestured the girl and the man into her room. The girl put the coins on a table by the large comfortable looking bed. Talia went to a pair of deeply upholstered chairs by the richly curtained window, and sat. She then poured two glasses of a fine wine while the serving girl let herself out, closing the door behind her.
The man in robes stood awkwardly for a moment, and then made his way to Talia. He bowed low in the Northern fashion and cleared his throat.
"I must introduce myself, I am Shel Nathar, a merchant of some small reputation, " He smiled quickly, then it was gone, "I have been many places, and seen much, but never before have I seen anything like the performance you just gave, my Lady."
"Thank you." She said simply, her voice low, and her accent heavier than it need be.
"May I have your name Lady?"
"You may call me Dancer. It will suffice."
"As you say."
Talia gestured for him to sit. He did so, and took up the proffered wine. After a sip his eyes widened.
"A very fine wine."
"I prefer the best."
"As do I Dancer, as do I. And you are the best."
Talia nodded a polite acknowledgment.
"Dancer, the nature of your dance, it would seem it has a great meaning, but I admit to not being sure of what that was."
"It has layers of subtlety, but also a more obvious objective... which I believe you have already felt."
"Ah, ahem, I believe you may be right." He sipped his drink, "I do not wish to offend Dancer, but I find myself at somewhat of a loss for words."
"That would be a pity, if it were so." She let a little chill into her tone, implying that she would not be the one to proceed, and he had best be a man.
Shel, understood, and it gave him some manner of courage. "I find myself aroused by your mere presence, you are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I would very much enjoy it if you would dance for me once more. A private dance."
"I dance for coin good sir."
"Ah, yes." Reaching down to his belt he opened a purse and pulled out a stack of coins that he placed gingerly upon the table. Talia ignored them and sipped her wine. More coins appeared. She sipped delicately once again. Soon a large stack lay upon the table and as the last coin was placed Talia placed her glass down next to them and stood.
Moving to the bedside table she placed three rings on each hand. The rings had tiny silver bells on them and they pealed gloriously as she donned them. Then without a word she began a slow, sinuous dance.
Talia's outfit looked like a billowing gown of sorts but as soon as she moved the gaps between scarves showed like slits revealing her long elegant limbs beneath. Her arms above her head, the rings tinkling a soft rhythm Talia danced a sultry dance that moved her around the empty space in the centre of the room.
The merchant's eyes never left her form, his gaze tracking wherever she wanted it, a flash of leg there, an hint of belly there, she danced and made him dance with her, his eyes the most agile part of him.
Like the dance below in the common room she slowly removed veil after veil. Seemingly by accident they fluttered to the floor showing more and more of her tanned skin. When she was once more down to just the tiny slips covering her breasts and sex Talia moved in very closely to the man.
This time however she let slip the covering of her hair and her long black tresses fell in a cascade down her back and over her delicately muscled shoulders. As her hair fell a soft smell of jasmine filled the area as the spice wafted out from her.
Dancing closer still Talia let her legs spread wide around Shel's where he sat still as a statue. Then she straddled him and began to undulate, simulating riding his cock passionately. As her hands played the gentle bells her fingers explored her body and seemingly accidently pulled the wisps of cloth from her heaving bosom.
Her proud breasts were now exposed, the nipples hard and rosy. The meat of her swells swayed with her movements, the small mounds firm and smooth. Talia squeezed her own perky orbs and moaned softly while her hips lowered and her sex ground down over his.
Lowering her hands Talia began to rub her toned belly, the muscles of her abdomen sharp and defined beneath the silky skin. Her belly encircled by the small chain seemed more bare for the tiny links enclosing it.
Lower still her fingers roamed and the wisps of string holding the silk over her sex fell away and the gauze dropped to his lap revealing the slick pout of her lower lips.
In a simulation of fever, Talia arched her back, hiding her sex from his gaze and then she curled her hips forward sharply letting her glistening slit wink at him. Back and forth she cavorted above him, her juncture leaving small wet marks on his robes where she pressed herself to him.
Then when she could take the teasing no more, Talia fell to her knees before him and lifted his robes. Undoing his small clothes she pulled his rigid member out of its hiding place and engulfed it in her hungry mouth.
By this point Talia was even more aroused than the merchant. Her body ached to be filled, her hungry slot demanded she satisfy it with man meat, but she needed to taste him first. The spear of his flesh slid to the back of her throat and she hummed a soft purr of pleasure, making him jump. With one hand she pumped his tool into her happy mouth, while she plunged the fingers of her other hand in and out of her grasping slit.
When she felt him grow tense with the need to climax she stood up letting his wet cock fall from her saliva covered lips and she went to the large bed and lay down on it, her body open to him, her legs spread wide.
He came to her, pulling his clothes off in a rush, and soon he lay atop her and plunged himself deeply into her steaming depths. Talia cried out a real cry of passion as he filled her needy chasm. And while he began to pump himself into her she had a climax of her own. As her passion tore sanity from her mind like one of her veils, she clawed at him like a cat, her short dull nails trying to rip him, which was one of the reasons they were so short.
When her orgasm subsided Talia opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her with a glazed expression, one of his hands cupped her breast, massaging it, and the other held him up over her as he drove himself into her hard.
Talia lifted a leg up over his hip and with a twist and a push flipped him over on his back, his member still wedged deeply inside her hole. The shocked look on his face made her smile inwardly. He hadn't expected that sort of strength from her, she looked so delicate. Now Talia rode him setting the pace. She bucked quickly up and down on him, stopping every few plunges to grind her sensitive button down onto his pubic bone, thrilling her body.
His large hands reached up and began to both massage her tender mounds, making her sigh with lust. Milking him with her strong inner muscles, making him moan, she drew his seed from the depths of his heavy sack and she felt his rod swell up as he fought off his need to orgasm.
Talia dismounted and pulled his hand to make him sit up, then stand. Then she fell to her knees before him on the floor and took his member into her mouth once more. With her hands she showed him what she wanted. Taking one she placed it on her head, the other she placed on his shaft and she began to stroke him with it, while he was still in her mouth. Then he took over and masturbated himself into her willing orifice.
When he was doing it on his own Talia took her own hands and began to sto
ke his thighs and massage his testicles. Then with a grunt the merchant began to shoot his thick sperm into her mouth. As soon as the first gout spurted out onto her tongue Talia pulled her face back and put her hand over his to keep him pumping. She then aimed his cock at her face and made him shoot his seed onto her upturned features. Ropes of ejaculate sprayed out across her beautiful visage and Shel gave a long low moan as he did so. Looking up at him as his seed spilled over her Talia saw him looking down at her with a shocked expression, his face flushed and his teeth gritted.
She had discovered over the years that men loved to abase a woman like her, and she had grown to love it as well. The moment a man spilled out over her face it made her have her own climax. Something in the demeaning nature of it thrilled her.
As Shel's sperm trickled down over her lips Talia licked it delicately allowing the pungent flavor to fill her mouth while her hips juddered a new kind of dance. One she could barely contain. Gasping with pleasure she relished the hot spray of his sperm as it drizzled over her cheeks and into her open mouth.
When he had spent himself she took his phallus into her mouth one more time and suckled him, pulling the very last drops of his essence into her thirsty mouth. The final tremors of her orgasm subsided and then, reluctantly, she let him plop out and she sat back on her heels.
She looked up at him and saw the now familiar mixed gaze of wonder, satisfaction and disgust. These Northern men couldn't understand how she could abase herself like this. Their proud women apparently never wasted an opportunity to get pregnant, so dangerous their births. Medicine here lacked the knowledge her people had procured over thousands of years of civilization.
When the merchant left her there, on the floor still kneeling, his sperm slowly drying on her face, Talia rose, and dressed. Not in the gauze, but in armor. She exchanged her jewels for steel, and her silk for studded leather.
Garbed as a warrior she slid her twin blades out of their scabbards to check the blades for any marks.
There were none, she kept very, very good care of her blades.
When she was ready to leave, having gathered the coins in a pouch, Talia finally wiped the mess from her face, and the greatest swordswoman in the North left the room of her humiliation. Her fame as Talia the sword for hire far outstripped the growing fame of Dancer the Woman of Wonder, for now, but Dancer was becoming very well known, even if nearly impossible to find.
The Dancer only danced when she wanted to, and only took to her bed those whom she chose. Somehow anyone who ever sought harm against her was found dead and she vanished. The legend was growing.
None saw either The Dancer or the grim faced warrior leave the building; she was a Shadow Dancer they said, a Mistress of the Dark who changed her appearance at will, and gathered Shadows to do her bidding.
However it was done she slipped into the night before any thought to knock on the door to see to the Dancer's needs.
Two famous women, both enigmas, both dangerous, and desirable, both the same woman.
The End.
Rachel and the Movers
The lazy afternoon progressed slowly as Rachel sat alone in her new apartment. The place felt empty without any furnishings in it.
"When are those movers going to get here?" Rachel thought to herself.
As she sat waiting for the movers to call she thought about all her friends she had to leave back in Florida. Slipping into a daydream about all the fun times she had with the boys. Rachel noticed she was looking at her toes when she snapped out of her dream. She smiled and leaned forward to inspect her toes a little closer.
It had been a while since anyone had paid attention to her feet. Rachel thought back to her early experiences with foot guys. There was that time back in Miami when she was working at a sports bar. The female wait staff dressed as cheerleaders and the older men in the club loved it. Rachel remembered the group of Canadian tourist who asked if her toes had ever been sucked on. Several of the tourists held her still while one of them removed one of her shoes and socks and commenced to pour beer down her foot as he sucked her toes.
Her mind skipped ahead to remember even brief occurrences with footmen. It seemed they used to be everywhere. There was the shoe salesman whose hands used to linger on her feet longer than normal. The maintenance man who used to comment on her toenail polish color. It would be years later that Rachel would finally meet Jim. Rachel and Jim started off as roommates during college. It wasn't long before they developed a fondness for each other.
Jim opened Rachel's eyes to the world of foot fetishes. Rachel really enjoyed the attention he paid to her feet and soon she realized the power she had over foot guys. Though submissive by nature, Rachel soon learned how to get what she wanted by using her feet.
Rachel began to notice little things that she had overlooked before. Little side comments made by the men she worked and partied with. She had the ability to detect foot guys a mile away now. Still a little shy about really using her newfound power, Rachel nevertheless took advantage of the opportunity to "have a little fun" with guys whom she knew wanted her feet.
It wasn't until the night she and her coworkers went out to shoot pool and drink, that she found another foot guy other than Jim. Rachel had chosen to wear a sexy little tank top with blue jeans and of course her favorite Keds without socks on. After a few drinks they all piled into a van to be escorted to their next destination. Rachel sat in the seat directly behind the two front bucket seats in the van. Being a bit tired Rachel stretched her legs out and propped her feet up on the console separating the two front seats. The driver did not notice but Jon did.
With a few drinks in him already Jon grabbed Rachel's right ankle and with one swift move her had her shoe off. "Awwww pretty toes" Jon commented as his fingers traced the length of Rachel's bare sole. Rachel sat back and laughed as she watched him massage her naked foot. Without warning Jon dropped his head down and took a couple of her moist toes in his mouth. Rachel was a little embarrassed at the rest of her coworkers watching this display of Jon's fetish. Her attraction to him mixed with the alcohol in her system made the others all but disappear.
Rachel's mind snapped back to the present with the ringing of the telephone. Her movers would be there in 45 minutes. After giving them directions to her place Rachel sat back and laughed to herself thinking of all the fun times she had with Jim and the other boys back in Florida. But that had been months ago. Months she thought to herself, it's been months since anyone has even looked at my feet.
She wondered to herself if her feet had somehow lost their appeal. She did everything she could to take care of them. Rachel always covered them in lotion to keep them soft, always kept her nails painted sexy colors. As she looked at her feet the sound of a large truck pulling up outside could heard. She ran outside to greet the movers. Standing on her front porch Rachel saw two men climbing down from the truck.
The driver was an older man she guessed to be in his late forties, a little out of shape, but not bad. Then she noticed his helper. A much younger looking man with a baby face and an incredible body. Rachel had always been a sucker for nice bodies. She found herself very attracted to the younger man.
Rachel greeted the movers on her porch and introduced herself. She instantly noticed that both men glared at her feet as the climbed the stairs. She had been barefoot all day long and the bottoms of her feet were slightly dirty. She felt embarrassed about her dirty feet. She turned around and led the workers into her house. As she did the movers both watched her feet as she walked inside. They broke their stares only to look at one another, smile, and then direct their attention back to her beautiful feet.
The older man turned to his helper and whispered "Sevens" as he closed the front door behind them. The younger man nodded in approval.
Rachel turned and said, "Excuse me?"
The older man informed her that he was reminding his partner what time their next drop off was. She had no idea they were guessing the size of her feet.
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sp; Rachel showed the men where she wanted everything and they commenced to work. She really didn't have much to move in anyway. The men opened the back of the truck and climbed inside. The looked at each other and smiled again. It didn't need to be said that they wanted Rachel's feet in the worst way. They had to hatch a plan on how to get her.
"I bet her feet are really ticklish" the old man began "They look so freakin' soft. If needed we can just jump her from behind and tie her up with some of these furniture straps!"
The younger man was more level headed. He knew she might get them arrested if they tried the frontal assault. God knows he wished they could capture her the old man's way, but it was too risky.
"Let me try and sweet talk her" the younger man started "Did you see the way she was looking at me? She likes me. We can use that to our advantage."
The men started the process of moving her stuff in. With each trip inside they saw Rachel's feet in different positions. Once the bed was assembled they came in to find her laying face down on the bed plugging in a lamp on the other side of the bed. She had her knees bent back showing them her dirty soles as they walked in. The old man couldn't take what he saw and he started to move in on poor Rachel.
The younger man quickly grabbed him by the arm and held him back. "Not that way" he whispered. Soon the movers had completed their job. It was a warm day and they were visibly tired. Rachel offered them a seat and fixed the men a cool drink. As they slipped their drinks the telephone rang. It was Jim on the phone! She excused herself and walked out on the deck to talk in private.
As they chatted Rachel flexed her feet getting a little horny as Jim said how much he missed her sexy feet. Little did she know the movers were fixed on her feet. She could feel them looking somehow and decided that if they were in fact looking, she was going to give them a little tease.
Rachel showed off her soles and made it a point to stand on her tiptoes, which made her beautiful calf muscles tighten. Now it was time to see if her tease was working. She hung up the phone and headed back inside.
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