Cora and I pushed through a group of waiting bath-house patrons dressed in white cotton towels. The entry smelled of teak, lilac, and sweat.
I frequented this establishment a few times a week. Due to my unique anatomy, I usually sprung for a private bathing chamber. On the rare occasion I was too busy or short on bells, I would utilize the women's communal bath. No one ever said anything, but when I shed towel it always produced a tangible undercurrent that I didn't care to deal with.
Well that's a lie, someone had pressed the issue before. A middle-aged quarterling, half-halfling, had once sidled next to me and wrapped a hand around my girth, jerked me off into the communal water. I didn't count it as a conquest, or an assault. It was just odd, with all those eyes around I hadn't let myself enjoy it. It just sort of happened.
Since then I'd opted for privacy, when I could.
We made our way to the counter. I recognized the girl behind it, by face, not name. She'd served as my attendant a few times, had long lime-green hair and a pixy nose, "Room for two, women's," I said, and gave her my locker number. Visits were tracked in a ledger and billed at the end of the month.
"Yes Madame Serica, the wait's about an hour at the moment. Apologies, a caravan arrived this afternoon," she scribbled my name on a list, "Would the two of you like an attendant?"
I stole a quick glance to Cora. Her eyes were playing with the question, she was deep in logistics.
Let's keep things interesting.
"Sure."
Cora gave me a small smile. Our attendant scribbled her name next to mine. I decided to pay attention this time, Temere.
"If you two would like to accompany me to the locker-room?" she asked as another attendant took her place at the counter.
The staff uniform was a sleeveless cyan top with matching shorts and teak sandals. The cloth had a shimmer to it, designed to resist the errant splash.
The bath-house's patronage was largely male, for obvious reasons. These girls were beauties. Given the clientele were from out of town, most probably had the wrong idea.
The staff was look don't touch, scrub don't tug, until their graduation. The men would amble out of here, clean and aroused, into the waiting thighs of a host of scavenging sex-workers. You could spot them in the alleys, the ones Bloom had turned away or expelled, waiting with a whistle for marks with loosened pockets.
There was a trick though, an allowed oversight. Tips were counted, remembered, and so was demeanor. On a return visit, a kind patron who didn't leer too long or throw their weight around might find their attendants washcloth lingering in certain places. I thought it brilliant, even the most rough-and-tumble were on their best behavior, hoping to make an impression.
Temere led the two of us back to the women's locker-room. Despite not being the best tipper, I'd somehow found my way onto her preferred patron list. It was no coincidence she'd met me at the counter. During my last visit she'd shown devastating attention to detail, massaging me for every last drop. Now I had the bells to reward her for it.
She helped Cora out of her tunic. I'd yet to see the girls breasts exposed. They were well rounded, not conical, with small pink nipples a couple shades darker than her hair.
White lace panties supported her equally rounded labia. She slipped them off as I unbuttoned my skirt.
I caught Temere tracing my length and she wrangled her eyes away, "Sorry, Madame."
As if I hadn't just been eye-fucking Cora. I nodded that it was fine.
A small patch of hair cresting Cora's mound confirmed my suspicions, she was naturally blonde. Her lips were damp, and she was less abashed about looking at my cock. I clocked expectation, and longing. She was hopeful for more than being washed.
In the private chambers there were no rules against relations between patrons. Everything was doused, drained, and refilled between guests. Erotic displays were also a regular, if looked down upon occurrence in the public baths. Fingering was typically kept beneath the water's edge and plausibly deniable, with heads draped on shoulders and moans muffled through teeth.
Everyone knew it, Cora knew it. The implication was that I'd be fucking her here, and we had an hour to kill before our private room opened up.
Temere wrapped us in towels and my length stiffened against my thigh and the soft fabric.
When we arrived, the women's public bath was crowded. A bevy of exotic women from the caravan basked in the boiler-fed hot bath. The auditorium sized chamber was mosaic from floor to ceiling, a sunny scene of idyllic tree-dotted countryside. Dotting its breadth were a host of patient attendants.
Cora and I led Temere to the cold bath, deciding it best not to overheat ourselves too early. As I dipped into the cloudy water I unwrapped my towel and handed it off to Temere.
A couple of women noticed my state and whispered to each-other, cheeks blushing.
Cora revealed herself again, and settled in about a foot away.
"This is a lot nicer than the bath near the bakery..." Cora said, letting her arms float before her.
I'd not been, but she had to be right. Kebabs and Bloom's bath-house were how I luxuriated. Every other aspect of my life paled in comparison.
Am I putting on a show for her?
I shouldn't have been. Our bond was forged of duty and submission, not grand displays.
This needs to be a teaching moment.
"That's why you need to excel, and push yourself. So you can afford nice things," I said and spread my arms on the cool tile, then let myself settle into the water.
"Right." She pulled her arms in and gazed into the soft ripples. Then she scooted closer to me on the ledge, "So I shouldn't be afraid to," her breath hitched, "pursue what I want?"
"That's right." I had my head tilted back, eyes shut.
Wai-
The back of her hand brushed my hip.
Warm, feminine chit-chat, squeaking feet and playful splashes echoed around the space. Cora was quiet, tracing her fingers over my hip-bone.
I'd been here before, in the hot bath that time, a passive participant. Those two whispering, they had to know what we were up to.
I was stiff, throbbing in the cool water.
They've seen this all before, it's no big deal. Hell you've seen a young couple lick each-other raw on the tile.
I was lost in thought, trying to convince myself. The water lapped, sound blurred, Cora's hand trailed down my thigh. I felt her calf collide with mine.
You're going to enjoy this. She's pushing her boundaries for you, for her education.
Her hand wrapped the shaft just beneath my tip, and she angled me down. I felt contact on my tip.
Her other palm?
"Mmmf-" she moaned. My eyes shot open, she was a couple feet in front of me, up to her neck in water, back turned, arched.
Her hole slid over my tip, so fucking warm. It was scandalous. Temere was watching everything. There was no hiding this. This was a place where girls got fingered, sometimes licked, never fucked.
She was devilishly tight. Her ass pushed back and I felt a soft snap, "Nnnn-ahhhnnhhh"
Did she-?
My soul cringed.
I gave her permission, basically order her to...
She splashed her face in the water, wiped her eyes with a wet wrist.
"Cora..." her name fell out of me. I didn't like the tone. The words tasted like disbelief, and coming from me that was as strong as rebuke.
The room was oppressive, quiet. Her every whimper echoed. We were caught.
Someone let out a forceful cough...
I cared about the eyes. Deeply. But that would have to wait. My student was in need.
"Mm-Mentor..." her voice drifted over the water, quivering, "I'm sorry-"
I pushed off the bath's ledge and wrapped an arm around her, my cock sliding deeper into her tightly wound offering, "Nnn-haahah-"
I whispered in her ear, "Do you still want this? Here?"
Temere was approaching the edge with our towels, not rushing us, just providing options.
I cupped Cora's goose-bumped breast, "Close your eyes, don't let them make you quiet," I wasn't going to let her repeat my mistake, act passively and end up with regrets. "What do you want?"
She was brave. She'd just deflowered herself in public. The stakes had just risen, and she needed a chance to re-calibrate.
"This... I... don't want it to end like this..." Her palm rose to the back of my hand.
"It doesn't have to," I hooked her legs around my thighs and held her close. Then I turned my attention to the room. I was already faltering under its pressure and wasn't sure how much longer I could keep aroused in this sort of stifling atmosphere.
These judgemental bitches. Yes it was different, yes it was invading their space.
I'm a woman too.
I addressed them, "I'm going to guess I'm the only woman here who hasn't had her pussy played with in a bath-house."
That got a few giggles. Cora relaxed a little, taking me deeper. She sighed and rested the side of her head against my shoulder.
The room was still tense, "This is her first time, do you all want it to suck?"
One of the caravaneers, clutching a goblet of wine, shouted "Hell no!"
Cora winced, going bright red. Her walls hugged me, flooding with slick.
"Lucky girl!" The plug pulled, the tension fell flat.
"Wait- they're? She's got a?"
"Girl-cock! Love it!"
Now I'm blushing.
"Give 'em some space bitches! We're taking over the Men's Bath!"
Our poor Bloom attendants had not been trained for this. The best they could muster was offering towels that the caravaneers refused.
We were left alone with Temere, who stepped back to her spot at the room's perimeter.
I exited Cora and her whole body shuddered. Then I lifted and placed and placed her on the bath's edge before climbing to my knees on the shelf to retake her. Her skin, cold and wet, clung tight to mine.