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Noryn and Tyram
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Date Posted: 22:41:16 10/17/03 Fri
The rapid dance eventually came to an end and the musicians transformed into a slower piece to allow dancers to get their breath back. Noryn was exhausted, she willingly leaned against Tyram, her arms still clasped around his body. She concentrated on breathing, trying to ignore the fact that he was watching her heaving cleavage. She was a prostitute, she shouldn’t be ashamed of showing too much flesh - but she couldn’t keep the embarrassed flush from her cheeks. Suddenly, Tyram leaned forward and kissed her gently on her forehead. She felt a tingle go down her spine and jerked away slightly, looking up at him. Then he lowered his head and kissed her properly. She instinctively closed her eyes and melted into the kiss, her hands going up behind his neck and fingering his dark hair tightly scraped back into a ponytail.
At last he broke away and looked down at her large dark eyes with a smile.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the first time you came here” he said softly, moving her gently to the music. She kept eye contact, unsure of what to say or do.
“I must go back” she said at last, attempting to break free from his embrace.
“The customer waiting for you...” he asked, “Is he young?” Noryn pulled a face
“Late 40s” she replied, her eyes searching the room for the abandoned cloak. There was no way she was going to wander the dark streets of the underworld dressed like this. Tyram pulled her closer towards him.
“How about I pay you twice as much to serve me instead?” he murmured in her ear. Noryn turned to him instantly
“Twice as much? Why would you part with your money when you can have any girl here for free?” He was still rocking her gently to the music, moving slowly across the room so no one could overhear.
“Because I want you?” he whispered almost as a question, sending shivers down her spine. “And... let’s just say I got... another present... just before you arrived. I’ve got
to spend it somehow” he laughed, one hand playing with strands of her long dark hair.
Noryn looked at the floor. Falen would not be happy if she didn’t return, and Savinia would have to take over for her... as well as her own customers. Still, perhaps twice as
much pay would pacify them both. Besides, if she was to choose between the two customers, then Tyram’s rugged dark beauty would win any day.
“Alright” she whispered, tracing a finger softly down the scar on his face. “You win”
A slow smile of satisfaction spread over his face as he gently led her out of the throng of dancers. It was a confident smile of one who knew he’d win from the beginning,
but enjoyed her feeble attempts to resist.
But what does it matter? Noryn thought to herself. One paying customer is as good as another - especially if the price increases. She caught a brief glance of the red headed
girl she had seen at before. The one at Tyram’s side the first time she visited this place, and who watched her from the shadows on the second. The girl’s eyes were burning with anger towards Noryn, as Tyram led her from the main hall. Noryn shrugged to herself and hoped he knew what he was doing if he was going to have to face a jealous woman in the morning. It was none of her business, she certainly hadn’t
suggested this arrangement.
Tyram led her down a dark narrow corridor and unlocked a small room with a key he kept on a chain around his neck. He drew her inside and shut the door, locking it noiselessly. The loud cacophony of the main hall instantly fell in volume. He draped the key over a small wooden table and took a purse from his pocket. He counted out several coins, piling them up on top of each other. Noryn’s eyes widened as the value increased over the agreed amount.
“That’s more than enough” she frowned, unsure what game he was playing now. Tyram grinned and put the purse next to the pile.
“We’ll see shall we” he murmured, his hands moving straight to the fastenings on the back of her dress. “I can always take back the change if I’m not satisfied.”
She jerked her head up to make eye contact again. He was daring her - she could tell.
A challenge.
The grin spread all over his face.
“Where were we?” he asked, the fastenings open down the back, almost to her waist.
“About here” she replied, placing her arms around his neck and drawing him deep into the kiss.
I take on the challenge
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