The first thing most sailors wanted to do after months out on the Suvan, was blow all of their hard earned coin as quickly as possible on whatever entertainment could be found. The usual arrangement involved plenty of booze, drugs, and whores. Jaiden was no different in that respect. His shoulders and back ached from responsibilities due a sailor. But it wasn't an unpleasant soreness. It was confirmation that he had exerted his muscles till they burned with fatigue and the reassurance he had plenty of brawn and stamina leftover for more...interesting things.
It was the sort of hunger a man gets after toiling long hours in the baking sun, to finally sit down at a table and devour the feast he was surely owed. Yet Jaiden's appetite was of a different nature. He could feel the craving ignite in his loins and flicker outward to contaminate all of his senses. Every food choice became an aphrodisiac. The slightest hint of perfume intoxicated him and plunged him into a maddening lust that clamored for release. The merest glimpse of feminine curves among the crowds drove him into a frenzy.
The only way to get relief, was to have done with the deed. Sate the yearning before it consumed his every thought and hindered plans that required a clear head. It was as simple as that. Thus, he plowed through the masses at the docks to get to his old hunting grounds - East Street. He knew the place like the back of his hand. No matter how long they had been apart as consequence of plying his sea trade, he knew her more intimately than any whore at the Clam. The Clapping Clam was his intended destination as it were.
No ritzy joint, this. Not the sort of place you would expect to be parted from your coin without a proper petch to set your toenails atingle. Not the Clam. Or what most sailors respectfully called, 'Edith's Place'. Edith was the sort of woman that made a man feel comfortable in a place. The Clam could have been located on the brink of the abyss, and sure enough, Edith would make it seem like heaven. She had a certain maternal glow about her, did Mistress Edith. The Clam catered to sailors and poor folk who were not opposed to a good petch without all the frills and stockings.
Jaiden was no virgin to her walls. He had been christened to her sacred delights at the age of fifteen. Just a curious young boy then who had been goaded by his comrades in crime to get a 'taste of Eldrith's hospitality', as they put it. Jaiden remembered well the whore Edith had selected for him. Heather, she was called....
The girl was the tallest, by all accounts, to ever grace the Clam, a few inches shy of staring him in the eye, and even at that unripe age Jaiden was over six and a half feet tall himself. Half-Myrian too, if you could believe it . And Jaiden did, for the tawny-skinned savage was more animal than woman between the sheets. A carnal monster that demanded all he had and more. The whole adventure had finished all too quickly. And it left him out of breath, with cuts about his neck and back. Heather had offered him a half-feral half-carnal smile before leaving him to his own longings behind a curtain of colorful beads that jingled in her wake. He had planned to tame the woman on his second visit there, but Edith had explained to him with some regret, that the girl had returned to Taloba to visit kin.
Now he was a routine customer and made a point of it to present himself when time ashore allowed. He entered the tall building through a veranda door at the rear of the joint. After a few rhythmic raps on the wood panel door, he waited to be admitted. Flowers on the outside porch offered up their sweet fragrance that only enticed those outside to enter all the more, to discover what petals of pleasure lie within. Jaiden stepped in....
Through a haze of smoke, he heard the seductive strumming of a melody being played, somewhere. Some women sat on colorful upholstery in languid poses of undress, while others danced, swaying their hips in time to the music in a most carnal fashion. The sailor could see men in the place as well. A few were being entertained in chairs, whilst others stood discreetly away from the action, gazes fishing alertly about in case of trouble. He noted how those watchful stares lingered on him.
His attention broke away from the eye-candy when he heard the welcoming voice of Mistress Edith fill the room. She glided in with a scantily clad female on either arm. "Oh look upon this giant sailor-man, my lovelies," she flattered with a laugh equally full of amusement as pleasure. "Jaiden dear, so glad you could visit us. Make yourself comfortable," said Edith after a handful of ticks to study him up close and a few more to admire his muscular arms which she gave an appreciative clap of her palm.
On cue, the two girls left her side and flanked Jaiden, guiding him as they captured his arms. They moved over to a seat plump with cushions, and sat him down. All the while, Edith was gleaning all the particulars of the visit. She inquired to his health, preference of drug, and what 'angel' he would take to bed this night.
One of the girls leaned over to give him quite the vantage of bosom as she offered him a sample taste of the drug he had chosen. Jaiden licked away the dab of Love Dust applied to the valley of luscious flesh in one stroke of his tongue. It wasn't long before the Mistress of the Clapping Clam had a half-dozen ladies parading about his chair, offering him tantalizing peeks to what he could have in mere chimes. The Mistress spoke of each prostitute as if they were her 'lovely children', expounding their talents and charms in a way that was pleasing to hear and that made his decision all the more vexing to make. Jaiden enjoyed it though. Being fawned over like he was the bloody Lord of Council. It was a contrast he rather enjoyed after months of taking orders from Captain Grant.
Aye, Jaiden would take his time and relish every tick of it. Just like he always did.
It was the sort of hunger a man gets after toiling long hours in the baking sun, to finally sit down at a table and devour the feast he was surely owed. Yet Jaiden's appetite was of a different nature. He could feel the craving ignite in his loins and flicker outward to contaminate all of his senses. Every food choice became an aphrodisiac. The slightest hint of perfume intoxicated him and plunged him into a maddening lust that clamored for release. The merest glimpse of feminine curves among the crowds drove him into a frenzy.
The only way to get relief, was to have done with the deed. Sate the yearning before it consumed his every thought and hindered plans that required a clear head. It was as simple as that. Thus, he plowed through the masses at the docks to get to his old hunting grounds - East Street. He knew the place like the back of his hand. No matter how long they had been apart as consequence of plying his sea trade, he knew her more intimately than any whore at the Clam. The Clapping Clam was his intended destination as it were.
No ritzy joint, this. Not the sort of place you would expect to be parted from your coin without a proper petch to set your toenails atingle. Not the Clam. Or what most sailors respectfully called, 'Edith's Place'. Edith was the sort of woman that made a man feel comfortable in a place. The Clam could have been located on the brink of the abyss, and sure enough, Edith would make it seem like heaven. She had a certain maternal glow about her, did Mistress Edith. The Clam catered to sailors and poor folk who were not opposed to a good petch without all the frills and stockings.
Jaiden was no virgin to her walls. He had been christened to her sacred delights at the age of fifteen. Just a curious young boy then who had been goaded by his comrades in crime to get a 'taste of Eldrith's hospitality', as they put it. Jaiden remembered well the whore Edith had selected for him. Heather, she was called....
The girl was the tallest, by all accounts, to ever grace the Clam, a few inches shy of staring him in the eye, and even at that unripe age Jaiden was over six and a half feet tall himself. Half-Myrian too, if you could believe it . And Jaiden did, for the tawny-skinned savage was more animal than woman between the sheets. A carnal monster that demanded all he had and more. The whole adventure had finished all too quickly. And it left him out of breath, with cuts about his neck and back. Heather had offered him a half-feral half-carnal smile before leaving him to his own longings behind a curtain of colorful beads that jingled in her wake. He had planned to tame the woman on his second visit there, but Edith had explained to him with some regret, that the girl had returned to Taloba to visit kin.
Now he was a routine customer and made a point of it to present himself when time ashore allowed. He entered the tall building through a veranda door at the rear of the joint. After a few rhythmic raps on the wood panel door, he waited to be admitted. Flowers on the outside porch offered up their sweet fragrance that only enticed those outside to enter all the more, to discover what petals of pleasure lie within. Jaiden stepped in....
Through a haze of smoke, he heard the seductive strumming of a melody being played, somewhere. Some women sat on colorful upholstery in languid poses of undress, while others danced, swaying their hips in time to the music in a most carnal fashion. The sailor could see men in the place as well. A few were being entertained in chairs, whilst others stood discreetly away from the action, gazes fishing alertly about in case of trouble. He noted how those watchful stares lingered on him.
His attention broke away from the eye-candy when he heard the welcoming voice of Mistress Edith fill the room. She glided in with a scantily clad female on either arm. "Oh look upon this giant sailor-man, my lovelies," she flattered with a laugh equally full of amusement as pleasure. "Jaiden dear, so glad you could visit us. Make yourself comfortable," said Edith after a handful of ticks to study him up close and a few more to admire his muscular arms which she gave an appreciative clap of her palm.
On cue, the two girls left her side and flanked Jaiden, guiding him as they captured his arms. They moved over to a seat plump with cushions, and sat him down. All the while, Edith was gleaning all the particulars of the visit. She inquired to his health, preference of drug, and what 'angel' he would take to bed this night.
One of the girls leaned over to give him quite the vantage of bosom as she offered him a sample taste of the drug he had chosen. Jaiden licked away the dab of Love Dust applied to the valley of luscious flesh in one stroke of his tongue. It wasn't long before the Mistress of the Clapping Clam had a half-dozen ladies parading about his chair, offering him tantalizing peeks to what he could have in mere chimes. The Mistress spoke of each prostitute as if they were her 'lovely children', expounding their talents and charms in a way that was pleasing to hear and that made his decision all the more vexing to make. Jaiden enjoyed it though. Being fawned over like he was the bloody Lord of Council. It was a contrast he rather enjoyed after months of taking orders from Captain Grant.
Aye, Jaiden would take his time and relish every tick of it. Just like he always did.
