A SATISFIED CUSTOMER

by Trisha Monks

(mF cons m1st magic)
  
The five officers raised their glasses and drank a 
toast of congratulation to the General, who 
acknowledged their gesture with a smile. One of the 
five, a portly pot-bellied fellow with wispy silver 
hair, stepped forward from the group and bowed.

"Our congratulations, General Shorsha," he said. "May 
your birthday be a day of joy and celebration!"

"Thank you, Vorik!" the General replied, her fingers 
brushing her long black hair behind her ears. "I'm 
planning to give myself a treat today. No work, no 
parades, no strategy meetings. Just a quiet day in the 
town, a day of rest and relaxation."

"Good!" said Vorik. "You deserve such a day, 
especially after your recent victory at Kroom Pass. 
Once again, your tactical genius fills us with awe and 
wonder."

He bowed again, and the other officers did likewise. 
All were men of middle age, and all wore the red tunic 
and white trousers of the Army of Tilnon. An 
interlacing pattern of gold braid on their cuffs 
marked them as generals, a decoration repeated along 
the hem of the short red dress worn by Shorsha. All 
five men towered over her, for she was small and 
slender, and no older than their own sons and 
daughters. But, despite her youth, all of them treated 
her with the utmost respect, regarding her not only as 
their equal but also, at times, as their superior in 
military skill. She was the youngest general in the 
army and the only woman to ever attain such a high 
rank. So great was her reputation that the enemies of 
Tilnon recoiled in fear at the mere whispered rumour 
of her name.

"So, General," said Vorik. How does a mighty commander 
spend her twenty-sixth birthday?"

Shorsha grinned. "She treats herself to a leisurely 
massage at the Military Baths. The masseuse is a 
retired sergeant whose hands coax every care and worry 
from my body."

Vorik nodded. "I know the person of whom you speak. 
Anniva is her name. She served under me many years 
ago, when I captained the Fifth Regiment. A most 
worthy soldier, until a leg wound curtailed her 
military career."

"She has found a new role at the bath house," said 
Shorsha. "I last visited her three months ago, before 
I left for the Kroom campaign. Her patience and 
dedication are truly astounding. She spent a whole 
hour massaging the tension and anxiety from my 
shoulders."

Vorik nodded. "A most diligent woman. Please send her 
my regards when you see her."

"I will," Shorsha replied, draining the wine in her 
glass. "And to you, my comrades, I offer my heartfelt 
thanks. It was most thoughtful of you to spare time 
for me this morning."

The five generals bowed in unison. "We will always 
spare time for you, Shorsha," said Vorik.

********************

The town of Tormaz served as the main port of 
embarkation for Tilnon's army and was always teeming 
with soldiers. Near the harbour a large baths complex 
had been built exclusively for the troops, its two 
buildings containing separate facilities for male and 
female customers. An hour before midday, Shorsha 
arrived at the main door of the female block and was 
welcomed with reverence by the Warden, an elderly 
woman in a long white dress whose scrawny arms were 
heavily tattooed. A retired veteran, she had spent 
thirty years in the cavalry before losing an eye to an 
enemy lance. Shorsha greeted her warmly but was 
disappointed to learn that Anniva the masseuse had 
taken a month's holiday.

"We can't offer you a massage until she returns," said 
the Warden apologetically.

"Is there no other woman with the necessary skill?"

The Warden shook her head. "No, General. Anniva is the 
only female among the personal attendants. Of course, 
there are the two men who serve in the male block, but 
they are hardly suitable for a lady."

"Why not?" asked Shorsha. "If they know how to massage 
a man, then surely they can perform the same duty for 
a woman?"

The Warden shrugged. "Perhaps so. But it is forbidden 
for men to enter the female bath house."

Shorsha rolled her eyes. "Such rules are tiresome. 
Please summon one of the male masseurs to attend to me 
at once. Which of them has the greater skill?"

The Warden hesitated. "Bellec is the senior masseur, 
but he lies sick in the infirmary. His young 
apprentice is available, but I fear that he may be too 
inexperienced for your needs."

"Summon him nonetheless," said Shorsha. "I have set my 
heart on a massage today, and I care not whether a 
woman or a man gives it. Now, show me to the hot bath, 
good lady."

******************

Shorsha spent a leisurely half hour soaking in the 
warm scented water of the heated pool, which she 
shared with three other women: two artillery corporals 
and a navy lieutenant. The artillerywomen were rather 
nervous at first, for they had never before bathed 
with a general. At one point they offered to leave, so 
that Shorsha could have the pool to herself. But she 
laughed and told them that they had as much right as 
she to enjoy the pleasure of a bath. Surprised by her 
easy manner, they relaxed and were soon chatting with 
her as if she was a member of their own squad. She 
promised to visit their camp to witness a 
demonstration of their new catapults, which she 
herself had designed.

The naval lieutenant remained somewhat aloof, speaking 
little and refusing the sweet tea that Shorsha and the 
artillerywomen drank while they talked. Tilnon's navy 
ruled the seas and its personnel regarded themselves 
as superior to all other beings, including their army 
colleagues. Not even Shorsha's fame and lofty rank 
made much impression on the lieutenant, who spent most 
of her bathtime preening her blonde hair in a small 
silver mirror while trying to keep her ponytail out of 
the water.

After her bath, Shorsha wrapped herself in a white 
towel and walked dripping and barefoot to one of the 
small private rooms. There she sat on the long 
trestle-table, drying herself with the towel and 
combing her long raven tresses. She was sipping the 
last of the tea when a soft knock on the door 
announced the arrival of the apprentice masseur.

He entered the room, introducing himself as Renzo and 
bowing several times. Shorsha perceived his 
nervousness and tried to put him at ease by asking his 
age and other questions. She smiled to see him blush 
when he answered, but she learned that he had been an 
apprentice masseur for a mere three weeks. He was 
sixteen years old and hoped someday to train as an 
army surgeon. Like all the male attendants at the 
Military Baths he wore sandals and a short sleeveless 
tunic of white linen.

"You're tall enough to be a pikeman," said Shorsha, 
staring up at him as he stood before her. "But the 
Army needs good surgeons, so perhaps your choice is a 
good one."

"I'm too skinny to be a warrior," he replied.

"Nonsense!" said Shorsha, jabbing a finger at his bony 
chest. "Here, drink this!" she added, offering him the 
last drop of tea. "It might help you to stop 
trembling. A masseur should always have steady hands."

Renzo took a few deep breaths and tried not to look 
away when the General held him in her keen gaze. Her 
eyes were a soft hazel-grey but gleamed with a 
brightness that spoke of wisdom and intelligence far 
beyond her twenty-six years. Renzo returned her stare 
for a while, but her beauty overawed him and he 
lowered his head.

"I'll fetch the oil," he muttered quietly, his cheeks 
flushing crimson. "I have brought also a fresh towel 
that I will lay across the table."

Shorsha stood aside while he prepared the table. So 
absorbed was he in the task that he failed to notice 
that she had stepped out of her towel and was standing 
naked behind him. When he eventually turned around his 
eyes widened in surprise and his face glowed a deep 
shade of red. Shorsha smiled at his startled 
expression, flashing her white teeth in a grin.

"Don't look so stunned, boy!" she chuckled. "Surely 
you don't expect me to keep my towel around me while 
you massage my body?"

"N-no, General," Renzo stammered. "Of course not. But 
please understand. I have never performed this task 
upon a woman."

"Then it's high time you learned!" she replied, 
pushing past him to crawl onto the
table. There, upon a clean white towel, she lay face 
down, resting her chin on her
folded hands.

For a moment Renzo stood agog, his heart pounding, his 
knees quivering, his gaze transfixed by the vision of 
this petite young woman sprawled naked on the massage-
table. Her skin was smooth and lightly-tanned, her 
legs sleek and well-toned, her narrow back tapering to 
firm rounded buttocks that reminded him of a ripened 
peach. A strange dryness cloyed in his throat and he 
felt rooted to the spot.

"Well?" she demanded, without turning her head to look 
at him. "What are you waiting for?"

"My apologies!" he replied, coughing to clear his 
throat as he rubbed his hands in the oil jar. He 
cursed his fingers, for they refused to stop 
trembling, and he feared that the General might think 
him an unprofessional novice.

As was customary, he intended to begin the massage at 
the shoulders. At once he faced an unfamiliar problem, 
for the male soldiers to whom he attended wore their 
hair short, whereas Shorsha's tresses were long and 
thick and reached to her waist when she stood. Even as 
she lay supine, the dark mane covered her upper back 
and swirled around her shoulders. Renzo wondered if 
she expected him to tie her hair in a top-knot, but 
she answered his question before he had chance to ask 
it.

"Anniva usually tucks my hair around my neck," she 
said, her fingers already beginning the task. "Like 
this, Renzo."

With his hands covered in oil he was unable to assist 
and apologized profusely. Shorsha laughed and tucked 
her tresses away from her back, before making herself 
comfortable on the table. Renzo watched as she writhed 
and squirmed on the towel, his ears barely hearing her 
muttered complaint as she cursed the stiffness in her 
legs.

"My thighs ache at night," she explained. "But maybe 
you'll be able to cure that today?"

"I'll do my best," Renzo replied dreamily, his gaze 
transfixed by her twitching buttocks as she settled 
herself in readiness for the massage.

He began the massage, working his fingers into the 
skin of her shoulders and upper back, taking care not 
to tug any stray strands of hair. Shorsha gave an 
approving sigh, murmuring something inaudible. Renzo 
briefly closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he 
tried to force his brain to curb the unwanted stirring 
in his loins. Beneath his short tunic his manhood was 
stiffening, and he was terrified that the General 
might turn her head and see it. But the more he 
massaged, the more his cockstem hardened. When his 
hands moved down her flanks to clasp her narrow waist 
his erection was already thrusting at the hem of his 
tunic. A feeling of dismay and panic throbbed in his 
chest, but it did not lessen the activity between his 
legs.

After massaging her waist he paused, making the excuse 
that his hands needed more oil, although the real 
reason was that he had no idea how he should proceed 
further. Normally, a male soldier would expect a 
massage of the lower back to be followed by similar 
attention being paid to the thighs, hips and buttocks. 
Renzo knew that Shorsha would expect this, too, but he 
had not yet mustered the courage to do it. She, 
however, was a woman famed for her intuition, and she 
realised why the massage had halted.

"Is anything wrong?" she inquired.

Renzo flexed his fingers in the oil jar and feigned a 
huge yawn. "Nothing at all. I am merely resting my 
hands for a moment, to regain my strength."

She gave a deep sigh and chuckled. "Are you still 
nervous?"

"Yes, General. I'm terribly sorry, but I know not why 
I am behaving so stupidly."

"Do not feel ashamed to admit the truth," she said. "I 
can guess the source of your anxiety, for your eyes 
betrayed it when you entered this room. I am barely 
ten years older than you, Renzo, yet here I am, a 
woman in her prime, stretched naked and shameless on a 
table, demanding that you touch my body. The fault, 
you see, is mine, for it is by my command that you are 
placed in this situation."

Renzo swallowed hard. "I thank you for your kind 
words."

"Tell me," she said softly. "Am I the first woman whom 
you have seen naked?" 

"Yes, General."

Shorsha nodded. "I thought so. Then it is my turn to 
apologize, for my eagerness to find a masseur has 
embarrassed you." She sighed ruefully, clicking her 
tongue. "If you wish to end this session now, I shall 
not think ill of you."

Renzo wiped the excess oil from his fingers and leaned 
over the table. "No. It is my duty to complete this 
task. I am not a child."

Feeling now emboldened and rather less nervous than 
before, he placed his hands on her waist and moved 
them down her hips, clasping the flesh firmly as his 
fingers followed the curve and swell of her neat round 
buttocks. He saw the purple head of his manhood 
protruding beneath his tunic but ignored it, choosing 
instead to concentrate on satisfying the General's 
needs. His hands moved onto her thighs, feeling the 
sinews taut under his fingers as he kneaded the 
muscles. Then his hands retraced their path, moving 
back and up onto her buttocks, the thumbs pressing the 
flesh as they traced along the dark cleft between the 
firm orbs. He heard Shorsha moaning softly and a 
shiver of delight scampered down his spine. A bead of 
fluid glistened at the tip of his engorged manhood, 
which began to ache and throb.

Twice he repeated the movement, each time massaging 
back and forth over her buttocks. Then, using gentle 
pressure, he massaged each cheek with a circular 
motion, rubbing oil into the skin until the General's 
ass was slick and glistening. 

At one point he pressed the flesh away from the cleft, 
causing it to widen briefly. For an instant he 
glimpsed the dark puckered mouth of her asshole and 
felt his head swirl at the sight. Shorsha seemed to be 
unaware or unconcerned, making no sound except a quiet 
purring noise, like a contented kitten.

Renzo next directed his efforts to her legs, massaging 
the thighs, calves and ankles before paying special 
attention to the feet. Here, he took great care to not 
tickle, even when his fingers grasped and kneaded the 
soles and beneath the toes. Shorsha's feet were tinier 
than any he had ever massaged, for he had grown 
accustomed to the large clumsy feet of the burly 
warriors who visited the male bath house. Her toes 
were so small and delicate that he treated them as if 
they were made of fragile porcelain. She clearly 
enjoyed receiving a foot-massage, for she purred 
louder than before and complimented him on his skill.

When at last he deemed his task complete he stepped 
back and wiped his hands on a towel, his eyes 
savouring what he thought would be his last look at 
the General's nakedness. To Renzo she seemed a vision 
of loveliness, her slim curvy body gleaming from neck 
to toe with slippery oil, which gave her tanned skin 
the appearance of polished leather. He gave a wistful 
sigh and clutched the towel at his waist, so that it 
hid the awkward erection from view.

"The massage is finished, lady," he said. "I shall 
leave you now to relax awhile. Call the female 
attendants when you are ready to leave."

He bowed, expecting her to dismiss him with a word of 
gratitude and a courteous farewell, but Shorsha merely 
rolled onto her back and lay with her arms at her 
side. Raising her head a little, she looked at Renzo 
and frowned.

"You have not finished your duty. When I ask for a 
massage, I expect to receive it on my whole body. So 
put some more oil on your fingers and resume your 
task."

Renzo went very red indeed. He bowed, then knelt to 
reopen the oil jar.

With his hands lubricated once more, he returned to 
the table and looked down at the General. He still 
clasped the towel at his waist, but Shorsha glanced at 
it and smiled.

"Are you going to rub me with it?" she inquired. "Or 
are you perhaps holding it for some other reason?"

Renzo gave no answer, but his cheeks burned a deep 
crimson, and he averted his eyes from her keen stare.

"Drop the towel," she said, her voice soft and kindly. 
"I know why you clutch it so tightly, but you need not 
feel any shame or embarrassment on my account. You are 
young, Renzo, but you are a man nonetheless, and a 
man's body is not easily controlled in the presence of 
a naked woman."

Renzo felt comforted by her words, but still prayed 
that a hole would open in the floor and swallow him 
into the abyss.

"Thank you," he mumbled, for he could think of no 
appropriate response.

Shorsha flashed him a white-toothed smile that pierced 
his heart like a blade of ice. "Men are such strange 
creatures! I know it better than most, for I am often 
the only female among a group of male soldiers. Not 
even my high rank protects me from the leers and 
furtive whispers that accompany me wherever I go." She 
paused to chuckle. "I used to dread ascending a spiral 
stair in a turret or tower. It was such a torment for 
me, when I was a young cadet, because the soldiers 
would jostle to be the first man to follow me up the 
stairs. Nothing is hidden, Renzo, when a woman in a 
short dress climbs a stairway. It used to bother me, 
but now I just ignore it."

"They should show you more respect, General," said 
Renzo, but Shorsha laughed and shook her head.

"The poor creatures can't help it!" she replied. "Nor 
can you, my young friend. So drop your towel, and 
proceed with the massage."

Feeling curiously relieved, Renzo flung the towel 
aside and took a deep breath. He was still acutely 
aware of his bobbing erection, but the General made no 
further comment and instead lay back with her eyes 
closed.

This was Renzo's first close view of a nude female and 
the vision thrilled him. He knew of Shorsha's fame as 
a military commander and had heard tales of her 
beauty, but the reality of seeing her at such close 
quarters, her body completely unclothed, exceeded 
every image that had been conjured by lascivious 
rumour. Her bosom gently rose and fell as she breathed 
softly, but otherwise she seemed as peaceful and as 
beautiful as the effigy of a goddess.

Trying to keep his fingers steady, Renzo began the 
frontal massage by rubbing oil into the skin around 
her neck and shoulders. Then, with both hands, he 
massaged each arm from shoulder to fingertip. Too 
nervous to touch her breasts, he next paid attention 
to her midriff, flanks and belly, the latter so flat 
and firm that he guessed that she spent many hours in 
hard physical exercise. 

His hands clasped and rubbed her hips, feeling the 
bones beneath the taut skin, but taking care to not 
stray towards the triangle of small black hairs that 
so fascinated him. Once, after he moved his hands onto 
her thighs, his right thumb accidentally touched the 
hairs. The touch was so light that Shorsha seemed not 
to notice it, much to Renzo's relief. 

As his fingers rubbed between her thighs she parted 
her legs slightly, presenting him with his first clear 
view of female genitalia. He paused, enthralled, 
gazing blankly at the place where the black triangle 
tapered to a narrow pink-lipped slit. He wondered how 
many people had become intimately acquainted with that 
place, for he knew that the General was no stranger to 
passion and pleasure. The Army was rife with stories 
about her bed-play with male and female lovers, the 
most recent tale reporting her romance with a famous 
enemy captive, a wild and gorgeous elf maiden.

Renzo moved from her thighs to her knees and feet, 
before returning to her shoulders and arms. Shorsha 
gave a frustrated sigh and shifted uneasily on the 
towel, though she kept her eyes firmly closed.

"Tell me, Renzo," she asked. "Do you always ignore the 
chests of your customers?"

"No, General. But it is different in the men's block. 
There are no ..."

"No breasts? Of course there are no breasts. But here, 
in the female bath house, Anniva gives me a full body 
massage. I expect the same service from you. Do not 
feel embarrassed about it."

Renzo bit his lower lip. "I know not what to do. How 
does Mistress Anniva perform the task?"

"Gentle squeezing, and a fairly firm rubbing. Don't 
use much pressure on my breasts, or you'll bruise 
them."

Renzo slicked more oil on his hands and placed them on 
Shorsha's bosom. When he gently clasped the round orbs 
he felt a familiar tingling in his erect manhood and 
feared that he was about to ejaculate. Into his mind 
sprang a vision that terrified him: his stiff cock 
spurting its juice over the General's body. He felt 
certain that the penalty for such a transgression 
would be instant execution. Thankfully, the urge to 
climax subsided, and the dreadful danger passed.

Rubbing and squeezing the shapely breasts of this 
achingly beautiful woman seemed to Renzo like the best 
moment of his young life. The two orbs were soon wet 
and gleaming with oil, which trickled between them to 
form a rivulet that meandered down to her belly. 
Shorsha moaned and purred, clearly enjoying the 
sensation. Beneath Renzo's palms her nipples swelled 
and hardened, her moans becoming soft gasps that 
hissed between her teeth. Her mouth half opened and 
her tongue licked her lips.

"Rub the tips between your finger and thumb," she 
whispered. "That's it, Renzo. Not too firmly!"

Under her guidance, Renzo toyed with her nipples for 
several minutes, his eyes widening in amazement as he 
saw her spine arch upwards from the table. Her legs 
and arms became rigid, her fingernails clawing the 
towel, her toes curling and her knees trembling.

"Fires of Hell!" she gasped through gritted teeth, as 
her whole body shuddered. Beads of sweat formed on her 
brow, running down her face until her cheeks glistened 
like the rest of her well-oiled body. Her hands 
twitched as she lay quivering, her sleek form racked 
by pulses of pleasure.

Renzo watched, awestruck at witnessing her orgasm. He 
recalled hearing a tale about a sergeant's wife whose 
breasts were so sensitive that she sometimes climaxed 
when her husband squeezed them. He remembered scoffing 
in disbelief at the tale. But now he saw that such 
things could indeed happen, as he stared at Shorsha in 
wonder and delight. Only with a huge effort of 
willpower did he manage to suppress his ejaculation.

At last, when the General lay quiet, Renzo withdrew 
his hands from her breasts and stepped back, awaiting 
her command. She opened her eyes and looked first at 
his face, then at the shiny purple cockhead that poked 
beneath the hem of his tunic. A wry smile curled 
across her lips and she lifted her eyebrows.

"Well, young master!" she said. "You have more skill 
than you know. Perhaps you should transfer to the 
female bath house permanently?"

Renzo smiled and bowed. "I am glad to be of service, 
General. I hope this session has been satisfactory?"

"More than satisfactory, but it is not yet ended. 
There is one final duty to perform. Anniva usually 
undertakes it herself, but today you must do it. Are 
you skilled with a razor?"

Renzo responded with a puzzled look. "A razor, my 
lady? Yes, I am often asked to shave the beards of 
soldiers, especially those from the northern 
garrisons."

Shorsha leaned up on her elbows, shaking her long 
black hair so that it hung down her back. "I have no 
beard, but I do have a mat of bristles between my legs 
that Anniva always removes for me. Do you have a razor 
in a pocket of your tunic?"

"Yes, General."

"Good. Then come over here and I'll tell you what to 
do. You'll need some more oil."

She parted her legs and Renzo rested his left elbow 
between them, thereby gaining a clear view of her 
crotch. Shorsha told him to rub as much oil as 
possible into the triangle of hair above her slit. He 
relished the opportunity to touch her so intimately 
and performed the task very slowly and carefully.

"A few hairs always grow around my cunt-lips," said 
the General. "You'll need to shave those off as well."

"Do you wish me to oil that area?"

"Yes. But don't rub too hard. It's the most delicate 
part of a woman's body."

Even if Renzo had tried to avoid slipping his fingers 
inside her slit he would not have succeeded. He 
neither wanted to avoid it, nor wished for the task to 
cease. When he heard Shorsha give a small gasp, he 
half hoped that she might invite him to insert his 
fingers deep within her cunt, but no such invitation 
came. He wondered what her clitoris looked like, and 
what it felt like to touch, but he dared not probe 
beyond the outer lips.

"That's enough oil!" she whispered, clutching his 
right hand.

He nodded, reaching inside his tunic to the inner 
pocket where he kept a small razor. Shorsha stared at 
the blade as it approached her crotch.

"How sharp is it?" she inquired, her hazel eyes 
seeming almost fearful.

"Very sharp," Renzo replied. "And I assure you that my 
hand will be steady."

Shorsha twitched slightly when the razor touched her 
pubic hair, but she relaxed as soon as she saw how 
smoothly it shaved the bristles away. The process 
often hurt a little when performed by Anniva, 
especially after several weeks' new growth, but with 
Renzo it was entirely painless. She gritted her teeth 
when he sheared the hairs from around her cunt-lips, 
but his hand remained steady and sure, true to his 
promise. When all was done, she peered down at her 
bald crotch and smiled admiringly.

"That's a very neat job. Your customers in the male 
baths are doubtless equally satisfied?"

Renzo nodded, feeling very pleased with himself. He 
walked around to the end of the table to gain a better 
view. The sight of the shaven cunt aroused him so much 
that he could barely speak. His cock ached and his 
throat felt as dry as dust.

Shorsha stared at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing 
as if something was troubling her mind. When she 
shuffled her buttocks along the towel, Renzo stood 
aside, thinking she was intending to swing her legs 
off the end of the table and stand up. Instead, she 
halted near the end and lay back, with her feet 
resting on the table's edge and her knees raised.

Renzo, utterly bewildered by her action, supposed that 
she was offering him a closer inspection of his 
handiwork. "Yes, General. A very neat job indeed."

"Finish it!" she whispered, her voice softening to a 
sigh. Then, when he made no move, she added: "I have 
an arrangement with Anniva. A special arrangement. 
After the shaving, she uses her tongue."

Renzo felt sure that he had misheard her. "A special 
arrangement, General?"

Shorsha rolled her eyes and gripped the towel in her 
clenched fists. "Do I have to explain it in detail?"

"You want me to lick your body?"

Shorsha gave an exasperated laugh. "Yes, Renzo. Either 
lick me, or fuck me. I don't care what you do, just do 
something!"

Renzo, his head spinning and his heart pounding, moved 
to the end of the table and lifted the hem of his 
tunic. His erect manhood bobbed eagerly as it 
approached the General's exposed crotch. The lips of 
the shaven cunt glistened, already wet with a mixture 
of oil and Shorsha's own juices.

Renzo gasped when the tip of his cockhead touched the 
slit, for the sensation sent a thrill racing down his 
spine. With another gasp he entered Shorsha's body, 
pushing slowly, savouring every inch of his cock's 
first encounter with female flesh. Her cunt was a hot, 
slippery tunnel that gripped his shaft firmly. Shorsha 
sighed when he reached the limit of his thrust and in 
a whisper she praised the length of his manhood. Renzo 
inhaled deeply, withdrawing as slowly as possible 
until only the tip of his cockhead remained inside her 
slit, before pushing forward a second time.

He repeated the sequence again and again, in and out, 
always at an exquisitely slow pace. Sweat poured down 
his face as he fought the urge to ejaculate, his eyes 
staying tightly shut. He knew that if he gazed at 
Shorsha's loveliness he would not be able to hold back 
his orgasm.

He felt immense relief when she climaxed, her gasps 
and moans rising to plaintive cries that he knew could 
be heard in every corridor of the bath house. She 
seemed unconcerned about the noise, and he was too 
absorbed to care. But her first cry startled him, and 
he opened his eyes. In that moment he saw her breasts 
heaving as she lay panting, and her dark eyes gleaming 
as she smiled at him. That was too much for his 
senses, and he ejaculated inside her body, spurting 
the juice of his loins deep within her flesh. Never 
before had he known or imagined such pleasure, the 
delight of which brought a gargled yell of triumph 
from his throat.

His cock continued to pump jet after jet of hot fluid, 
each spurt bringing a gasp from his lungs. Then, as 
the last drop trickled out, he felt his knees 
weakening and his arms trembling. Shorsha sat up, 
shifting backwards a little so that his shrinking 
manhood flopped out of her cunt. It lay twitching on 
the table edge, still oozing white juice from its 
slimy head. Shorsha gently prodded it with her finger.

"A fine performance!" she said, grinning as she shook 
the tangles from her raven mane. "Are you sure this 
was your first time?"

Renzo nodded, stepping back and struggling to stand 
upright. He restored his modesty with the hem of his 
tunic, but the wetness of his flaccid cock made a damp 
patch in the white linen.

"How will you explain that stain?" Shorsha inquired.

"I don't know. A spillage of massage oil, perhaps?"

She laughed. "If anyone asks, tell them you fucked a 
General."

Renzo smiled, offering his hand as she swung her legs 
off the table. He helped her to wrap a clean towel 
around her body. Then she stood on her tiptoes and 
kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Now I'll return to the bath. And you, Renzo, must 
return to your place in the male block."

"Yes, General," he replied. "But I have something to 
say, before we part."

She looked up at him, her eyes shining, waiting for 
him to speak. Renzo stared dumbly for a while, once 
again transfixed by her beauty. The spell broke only 
when her features creased in a puzzled frown.

"My lady," he resumed. "I wish to thank you for what 
you have done."

"Done?" she queried. "I have done nothing. All the 
effort was yours. I was merely a satisfied customer."

"But you gave yourself to me," he added. "And that was 
a gift that I shall never forget."

Shorsha grinned. "I won't let you forget. I'll ask for 
your services again, next time I visit the bath house. 
Anniva is a good masseuse and she knows what I like, 
but you have a rare talent, and I intend to partake of 
it in the future."

Renzo bowed. "I'll be here whenever you summon me, 
General."

Shorsha reached up to kiss him again, then with a 
smile she was gone, flitting from the room like a dark 
sprite or the shadow of a daydream. Renzo laughed 
quietly to himself as he collected the towels and the 
oil jar. He left the room and made his way back to the 
male block, heedless of the knowing glances of the 
white-robed women whom he passed in the corridors.

THE END

A Satisfied Customer. Copyright 2004 Trisha Monks.
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