| Recueil | Smut |
|---|---|
| Livre | My (fancy) life as a slave |
| Type | Chapitre |
| État | Brouillon |
Double dare
"That'll be three hundred gold."
Would it kill him to say 'please'? Sure, I'm just a slave, but my mistress is barely ten feet away.
I glance at her over my shoulder. She seems very worried today. She's looking out the window, as if she was expecting an ambush or something.
It's been weeks since our little public stunt with Ashby, and we've done nothing in public in the meantime to justify this paranoia. I want to ask her but I know better. If she wanted to share her concerns she would have.
"Three. Hundred. Gold."
Right, I almost forgot. I search the purse Madam Kalista entrusted me with, and pay the rude artisan. I lift the heavy machinery we just bought, and turn to exit.
"Madam? We can leave now."
She snaps back to reality.
"Oh shit! Sorry, Nasué. Give me that, it's too heavy for you to carry."
She relieves me of the contraption. I don't really get what's it for, but from what I understood it's a kind of device to observe small things. Like a magnifying glass, but to see the tiniest things. Some investigator stuff.
Madam Kalista carries the thing as it was weightless, holding it with one leather strap over her shoulder. But as we walk through the low-class district in the heavy morning air of an ending dry season, she still is distracted. Paranoiac even. Her piercing eyes cast their gaze everywhere around us, detailing every passerby, scrutinizing every shadow, suspicion drawn by any weird noise.
I can't hold it anymore. I have to ask her what's going on.
"Is there something wr..."
She hushes me with an inquisitive finger, looking over her shoulder. A few seconds of silent observation pass until she whispers to me.
"Not now, bunny. It's dangerous. I need to stay on my toes. Let's head home, we'll figure out the rest later."
This was a strange errand we ran this morning. Nothing much to be noted, a few commission to get here and there —such as the magnifying machine— but nothing Madam couldn't have done herself. Or even I could have done on my own. I mean, I've already carried things much heavier on greater distances, so what was the point to go together.
We enter the central place of the low-class district. A familiar place I've seen dozens of times in the past weeks. Madam Kalista's house is near, at the border of the noble's neighborhood.
Now that I think about it, Madam Kalista has been real strange all day. It's her who woke me up in person, even before the sun was rising. She stayed with me the whole time, and now that I think about it...
Suddenly, my mind freezes. I realized —way too late— what indulged my mistress' behavior. It is right in front of us. Waiting for us, expecting us. With a smug, haughty smile.
Lady Morr.
It's today. Today's the end of the truce. She comes to claim her trophy slave back.
"Fuck."
Madam Kalista breathes out this single word, not in anger, but in resignation.
Lady Morr stares down at us, arms crossed, reveling in the silence that fell down on us all. By her side, the old tiefling Salista looks at us intently, with no emotion whatsoever in her eyes.
Even the people of the district, feeling the electricity going on between the two naked ork ladies, draw a wide safety circle around us.
"I made my bet. And apparently I lost." tiredly said Madam Kalista.
Lady Morr, without uncrossing her arms nor departing her from her look of superiority, scoffs.
"Politics is a mind game, Kalista. Like many other things. You haven't changed much, during all this time. I can see right through any of your schemes."
The earth shakes as Madam Kalista heavily drops the delicate machinery she was carrying on the ground.
"Can you? My guess is it was pure luck."
Lady Morr can't help but openly laugh.
"Really? I knew you'd take Nasué out with you all morning to prevent me from attacking you in your home. I knew it before you even made the decision."
It's my mistress that scoffs at that answer.
"But I never made that decision."
Lady Morr squints her eyes. After a short silence, she asks:
"What do you mean?"
Madam Kalista shrugs. "Exactly what I said. I did not make the decision to take Nasué out today."
Lady Morr finally uncrosses her arms and put her two upset fists on her hips.
"Then who did?"
A clear *plink* sound is heard, and before Lady Morr, in the dust, lands a coin.
"Chance."
Lady Morr seems more and more upset. She casts an angry look at her ex-partner.
"You see, Morr. Not everything is under your control. You're too arrogant to realize that the world does not revolves around you. I already said it, but this will be your doom."
Lady Morr seems incredulous. "You betted your ownership of Nasué over a fifty-fifty chance?"
Madam Kalista frowns. "Stop me if I'm mistaken, darling, but Nasué is not your yet."
She then flexes all the muscles of her body at one, sending small droplets of sweat all round her.
"You still have to take her from me."
Lady Morr streches her arms, then take a fighting stance.
"A formality."
Then, in a collision that makes all the district shake, the only two woman who ever cared about me and whom I ever cared about threw themselves at each other in a sex-fight that will decide my future — and probably the future of the city.