Banner Men
LABIA COBBLE
Labia Cobble, Prudence's number one Prostitute, washed away the last client with a quick douche, before returning to her bed, to fix it up for the next. It cost her a small fortune in cleaning products. But times were tight, even if nothing else was, so she resorted to giving them a quick rub down with soap, to get rid of the odour of sex. The Hall of Delights was her place, ever since Madam Ropey left, taking many of the girls with her. Labia poured herself a Nearly Tea from the pot and sipped the first taste away quickly. It didn't do to linger on the first taste of Nearly Tea. Best to get it down and on to the next one. Exactly how she felt about blowjobs, too.
Her day had started like any other. She had woken, stood out, naked, in the early morning, washed and prepared for the first client. He was a regular, a House official. She seemed to be getting a lot more clients these days from the offices of power. She didn't complain. They were good tippers, and most of them were frustrated by lack of release, so she had a good time there too. Even if she was having sex for money, pleasure should come in there somewhere. Without passion for a job, what was the point in doing it? She liked them big, she liked them small. She liked them thick and thin. She liked a good spurt, or a trickle. It didn't matter. She just liked it.
After her first client high-tailed it out of the place, Labia's day took a spin away from the norm. Coming toward the Hall of Delights was none other than the Banner Man himself, Isiah Ghost. Labia nearly quivered with delight. Isiah Ghost had long been on her list of to-gets. Now it looked like she was finally going to see what lay beneath the hood.
"Labia Cobble?" he asked as he approached. It was a pointless question. She was the only one of the girls left at the Hall of Delights. She really must find some new girls to occupy those rooms. They didn't pay for themselves, you know. Well, they would eventually when filled with girls, who were earning.
"Mr Ghost, what an unexpected pleasure." she said, gesturing for him to enter, by whatever means he felt like. Isiah Ghost pushed past her and into the hallway. Labia shut the door behind her, with a sultry step toward Isiah, "To what do I owe this visit, Mr Ghost?" purred Labia. She was glad to see Isiah Ghost flustered.
"I have been sent to propose something to you, Miss Cobble."
Labia raised an eyebrow, curiously, "I accept, Mr Ghost." she said, coming closer to him, and putting her hands on his chest. Isiah jumped back, as though struck.
"Wait, Miss - look, it's not that kind of - anyway -"
"Oh do - spit - it out, Mr Ghost. Or swallow it. I'm fine with either." winked Labia devilishly.
Isiah took Labia by the wrists and removed her hands from his chest, "Miss Cobble -"
"Labia, please."
"Miss Cobble - I have been sent here by Mother -"
"Oh, that kind of proposal." Labia looked saddened by the news. She took a step back from Isiah.
"Listen. Mother sent me with a proposal. She has five delegates in House, for which she wishes to show the complementary delights of the House," Labia could tell Isiah was reciting the words from memory, as he halted and stumbled occasionally over them, "For which you will be recompensed greatly." Labia knew what that meant. It meant she wouldn't get a visit from Child, if she was lucky.
"So, she wants me to pleasure them? Is that all?"
"Not quite. Mother tasks you with a test, which if you pass, you will be rewarded, in part, by being brought under the umbrella of the House, and all that entails."
"So what is this test?"
"One of the delegation is a spy. Mother wants you to work out who, without detriment or danger upon yourself or, more importantly, the House. Seems Mother has a file on you. She thinks you have some brains up there."
"I have a lot more down here that's interesting, Mr Ghost."
Isiah coughed uncomfortably, "Whatever. Do this, and you get sanctioned work; more affluent clients, more responsibility. More money, Miss."
"Sure I can't tempt you, Mr Ghost? I'm very accommodating."
"Shh. I know," he said to somebody invisibly sitting on his arm, marked by misty ink which fussed around on his forearm, creepily and in thin wispy, muffled black smoke, "Miss Cobble, Mother expects." said Isiah Ghost with a curt nod, before exiting the Hall of Delights, slightly redder than he entered it.
Sanctioned clients. It was the hope of every working girl - regular, fulfilling work, with a little danger and intrigue. How could she have said no to such a challenge? And it would mean incentive to recruiting girls for the Hall of Delights. It could be a thriving business once more, under the auspices of the great Madam, Labia Cobble. A name for the Ages.
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Kolm Trench was of deceptive age. He had the manner and stride of a younger man, but time hadn't been kind to either his face or his body.
"I have to say, I'm not used to this - business, Ma'am. I'm not sure -"
Labia pawed at him, while he sat crumpled on her bed, "You just leave all that to me, Mr Trench. Can I call you Trenchy?"
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
"Trenchy, Trenchy, Trench. Oh, how I'm going to teach you -"
Kolm Trench pushed her away from undressing him, "I'm really not sure -"
"Relax." soothed Labia as she reintroduced her hands to his body. He shivered, not from the nip in the air, but from fear, it seemed, "Are you - experienced, Mr Trench?" she asked suddenly.
"Well, I have been working in finance since -" he tried.
"I mean in sex."
"Well, it depends on how you define sex -"
"The man part goes into the woman part several times, until the man releases." she said, with a warm smile.
"Not - exactly that, but -"
"Oh, Trenchy! Are you in for a treat!" Labia squealed as she hurried with the removal of his clothes.
"Mr Trench, if you - please!" exclaimed Kolm, as Labia touched him there.
It lasted a loud twenty minutes. Kolm unfortunately released in the first minute, but Labia had shown him other delights of her expertise. She knew places and things that no other even knew about. There was more than one way to pleasure a man, it seemed.
Now they lay, post coital, within the sheets. Kolm's face was a mix of delight, pleasure, fear and pain. But the overriding feeling was satisfaction. And Labia knew from experience, that this was the best time to get anything from a man, because now he was spent and all that remained was the idiot child most men became, post coitus.
"I can't believe you let me do those things to you! Trenchy! You're my sweetheart now."
"To tell you the truth, I didn't know I had it in me either."
"Well, you mostly had it in me, to be honest, Trenchy."
"I - don't quite know where to put myself."
"I can think of one or two places."
"I meant -"
"I know, I know. Still, we do have a few more minutes -"
"I - I can't. Or can I?"
"If you're asking me, dearheart, you know what the answer will be." Labia said, feeling down for his increasing member, "Ooh. I think we have our answer!" she giggled, diving below the sheets.
When he had finally gone and Labia had a moment to reflect, she was left with some almost certain facts. Trench was suppressed, certainly. But repressed? Once he got going, he was an animal. He wasn't afraid to take chances, and freedoms were redeemed in interesting ways. Labia smiled to herself, knowing what she knew, preparing for the next. This was turning out to be an interesting day. Perhaps now her dead parents might stop turning in their graves at her choice after all that education they gave her. It was finally coming in handy. The same could be said for some of her clients.
#
Gord Ventrista was next. His clothes fit him about as well as a cloak fit a skeleton. Even as he walked in through the door, Labia barely had time to close it before Gord began to disrobe.
"I understand this has to be done, as a matter of business. Show me to the room, if you please?" Gord was insistent. Labia kind of liked it. She grinned as she led the virtually nude stick of a man to the bed.
"We could - talk, if you prefer? That is if you don't want sex? I mean, I could say we did, even if we didn't, if you thought that better?"
"You would do that?" asked Gord, surprised. He sat on the bed and Labia joined him.
"If that's what you want? I know some men find it difficult to - rise to the occasion?"
"It's not that, if that's what you're thinking!" he said suddenly, defensively.
"Oh no, I didn't mean to suggest -" Labia left it hanging there, as she put a hand to his bare knee. He didn't flinch or pull it back. In fact, he began to cry, "Mr Ventrista -"
"Oh, Gord, please. You know, you're the first woman to show me concern, since - since -"
"Since your Mother?" she suggested. This elicited more sobs, and the handy use of Labia's shoulder to burden the tears. He groaned as he nodded.
"Women hate me!" he glottalled.
"No they don't! Surely -"
"All of them! All of them - except you." He pounced then, planting his soggy lips on hers. She was taken aback, but she didn't stop him. Things happened naturally from that point, and when he had finally left a happier man, Labia decided it was time to change the sheets, and her clothes. They were sopping wet. And not just from tears.
#
Hestom Cewlintowar. He was number three. He held himself in two ways; he attempted to hold himself upright, while at the same time appearing to relax in his stride. He was both confident of appearance, while arrested in confusion - but his language was strong, belying the conflict beneath.
Labia could see his frozen eyes penetrating the back of hers. She hoped this wasn't the only penetrating in her near future. His pupils were dilated, whether from fear or something else, "Please, be calm." she said, advancing on him as she spoke, "I won't bite you. Not unless you want me to?"
"I am calm." he insisted, bolted to the spot, "I just - have a nervous look about me. I can't help it. It's the way I was brought up, I suppose."
"Don't I know that! My parents were strict too. Always wanting more for me?" Labia was looking for a way in.
"Yes. Yes, like that." he nodded vigorously.
Labia waited for the pause to build, "So - do you want sex, or shall we keep talking? It's entirely up to you."
"Sex, obviously." Hestom spurted out, his hands running over Labia's curves, searching for purchase.
Labia took his hands gently in hers, "Like I said calm down. We've got plenty of time, young Hestom."
"I'm in my twenty eighth year." insisted Hestom then.
Labia winked, "Still young to me, dear."
Labia did her best, she led the boy to her bed and joined him, his nervousness blatant in his every move, "Want me to undress you?" she asked kindly.
"Uhm, no, it’s fine. I can do it." said Hestom, beginning to unbutton his shirt and slipping his trousers down his legs.
"It's just I was going to use my teeth on that bit down there." Labia smiled, pointing to his underwear.
"Well, I don't - Ooh!"
"There he is!" she said. To his penis, obviously.
#
The last one had been strange, that was for certain, but Labia had little time to think about it, as the fourth delegate entered the Hall of Delights, a grin on his face from ear to ear.
"I can't believe it! The Labia Cobble! Wow!" Oh dear. All she needed now was a fanboy. He told her Pretsen Scrach. Either his name, or his condition; Labia wasn't sure which.
"My dear boy." Labia enthused, taking him by the hand and leading him to her boudoir.
"I mean, when I heard it might be you, well -"
"I certainly hope I live up to your expectations." she mewed, beginning to undress Pretsen Scrach like a Mother with a child.
"Oh, you're a legend! Me and my mates - well, I used to have a hand-drawn picture of you on my wall when I was -"
"Young? Younger?"
"Wait, are you teasing me?" he asked, a little indignantly.
"Maybe a little." Labia smiled, removing her robe to let it all swing free.
"Just as I imagined it." Pretsen added, swiftly dropping his underwear and coming to attention.
"So, you often imagined me naked then?"
"Oh, yes! Sorry, if I'm being forward, but I -"
Labia put her hands on Pretsen's body. He shivered to the touch, and he quivered elsewhere.
"Don't rush, lover." Labia purred, "We have some time. Relax, and let Labia Cobble tend to your needs." And she did, for over half an hour. But she only needed five minutes to make up her mind. The rest was for her. Oh, and a little bit for him too.
#
The last delegate wasn't exactly what Labia was expecting. She was the wrong sex, for a start. Still, a challenge was a challenge. The last delegate was Nan Fultra. She was classically beautiful, thin with mousey blonde hair. She also appeared to have a stick up her behind, which could be a problem. But Labia faced a sea of troubles and something-or-other. She forgot the ancient poem for the moment. Something about adversaries and accepting them. And it had something to do with men.
"I'm here out of obligation to the delegation. Nothing more." If this woman could look any further down her nose at Labia, she would be horizontal. Just how Labia liked them. Ms Fultra removed her coat and draped it over the back of a chair, "In here?" she gestured to the bedroom. Labia nodded, smiled, and then watched Nan's slender walk into the room. Those hips. Labia remembered when she had a pair just like them.
"So, are women usually delegates?" asked Labia, stuck for words to say.
"I fought my way from the lowest ebb, I dug through the never ending shitstorm of men and their peccadillos, took every damn opportunity that came to me, while bowing to the right people at the right time. I don't give a shit what that makes me." explained Ms Fultra, seating herself on the bed. Labia joined her.
"I meant no disrespect by it." spoke Labia, gently placing her hand on Nan's. She didn't pull away, which was a good sign.
"None taken. Well, actually a little taken, but quickly forgotten. You know, you're not what I was expecting?”
"Neither are you. I expected - something else." grinned Labia, patting the hand gently. Nan chuckled a little at the prospect.
"You know, there are many men who think I must have one - a willy, I mean."
Labia put her hand now on Nan's knee, "Well, perhaps you would like to show me the difference?” The hand slid up Nan's leg, and she continued to be accepting. Labia opened Nan's legs and went in for a closer look. Well, this was going to be a new experience. And Nan Fultra had the cutest little giggle.
#
A few hours later, Labia Cobble was entertaining the Banner Man, Isiah Ghost once more, over a pot of Nearly Tea. He had, sensibly, refused a cup.
"So?" asked Isiah Ghost, moving from foot to foot, anxious to be free from this place.
"Well," said Labia, as she folded the sheets in her next-to-nothings, "The first one, he was certainly a downtrodden man, led to his life by experience, as we all are. He soon warmed up, Mr Ghost. I'm very good at that, you know." said Labia, as she reached out and touched Isiah's leg. He recoiled as though bitten by a venomous snake. And it amused Labia no end. If she couldn't have him, she would certainly tease him, "But that said, he is no spy."
"Right. The next?"
"Gord Ventrista? Truly an insatiable man. Bit stiff at the start. Soon warmed up. Under my guidance, natch." Labia winked. Isiah wiggled uncomfortably, "Doubt he has the bits and pieces to be a spy, in my humble opinion." Labia shrugged.
"So -"
"So, Pretsen Scrach? Poor boy. In love with an idea of me, for years. I showed him the time of his life, because I think that's as exciting as it's ever going to get for him, I'm ashamed to say. Definitely not a spy, or he's a genius actor. And that boy was certainly no genius. Now Nan Fultra - oh, she was good! Opened up a new horizon for me! She's too ambitious, that girl. Too steadfast, too energetic; too motivated. She wouldn't have the patience for spying. Do you think I could have another go on her? She tasted sweet, in more ways than one."
"Uhm, you missed one out -"
"Hestom Cewlintowar? Nice boy. He seemed mixed, in mind and posture. Always making an excuse for this and that. His eyes - they told of drug use. He was too ready with an answer to a query, made a fuss about his age. And even with all that, he appeared a little repressed. Still, I enjoyed myself. And if you're wondering, the one you're looking for is him, young Hestom. He's the spy, and for Godenheim, if I'm not mistaken. Am I right?"
"I - can't reveal that information at this time." stuttered Isiah Ghost.
"So, I'll wait to hear then?" Labia asked, advancing on Isiah. He backed out of the room, fell into the wall and eventually found himself by the door.
"Yes. That's it. Wait here, and - someone will come to see you." said the Banner Man, fiddling with the handle to the door, turning it and exiting on his heels.
"Come back any time you need some - you know!" called Labia Cobble, after the fleeing man. She enjoyed the scene as Isiah Ghost muttered to himself while scarpering and the neighbours looked to the Hall of Pleasure, where stood a woman, with smeared lipstick she may or may not have done herself.
Once back inside, Labia found she couldn't get the image of Nan Fultra from her mind. She walked heavily back to the bedroom, where within the sheets still lay the beautifully naked form of the very same woman, Nan Fultra.
Round two! And Labia Cobble slipped back into bed.
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