Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 04 - Sex Stories

Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 04

... guess I do have a habit of talking a lot.” Hannah fired a wry smile at Easy who just laughed in return. “You aren't the only one who talks, sweetie. Just means you are already my friend.”

“Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

“Much easier for you than it was for me,” Ving chimed in.

Hannah turned to Mari to continue her story when she noticed her bent over the railing and a soldier behind her ramming it in and waving to the troops passing by. Hannah laughed and rolled her eyes, wondering how long it had been going on and how the soldier got away from the march. Mari pulled down the top part of her dress so the passing troops could see her breasts bounce and smiled. A short shout from another soldier at the end of the walkway ended the fun as he pulled out and refastened before a quick kiss. He ran off and Mari fixed her dress.

“Well, that was fun. Were you saying something, Hannah?” Mari asked.

“Nope, not a thing,” Hannah replied in a tone Mari knew meant she had missed a lot because she had been too busy fucking, but Hannah didn't want to repeat anything. Mari herself had used the same tone on Hannah enough that neither was offended and simply smiled.

Finally arriving at a woman's tailor after leaving the walkway, Hannah was a bit relieved that it was less pretentiously decorated than the one where she got the outfit she was still wearing. Inside, Hannah started looking around, her focus on things that could be slipped off quickly as well as able to ...

... accommodate a wingspan. Corsets were the obvious choice since the binding in the back could be done to avoid the wings. Easy looked good in a deep green corset that pushed her breasts up without making it hard to breathe. Her slender frame didn't need any help appearing thinner.

The tailor, while used to women taking over his shop as they tried on clothing, was surprised to be seeing an Emberborn as the focus. Mari was, despite her plain dress, still looking like a lowborn. Ving, of course, appeared to be a bodyguard of some kind. He did his best to ignore Easy as was only proper. Hannah was who he directed himself to the most. The ‘Lady’ had some strange tastes, but he knew he couldn't afford to offend her with his judgement. Hannah knew, of course, the moment he found out she wasn't a real ‘Lady’ the service would get real bad real fast. As he went to his workshop to retrieve some tools for adding some bindings to the corset Easy was trying on, Hannah followed him in.

About as old as Hannah, he certainly didn't mind when she came up close behind him, but she surprised him with a gentle embrace. He set down the tools he had just picked up, as her hands found their way across his belly and down the front. In the past, he had agreed to terrible opinions, accepted diminished pay, even slapped a servant in order to please his clients. He quickly realised this time was going to be much more enjoyable.

“I must compliment you on the quality of your work and the dedication to your ...