Rogue: Part I

Whilst sitting at the bar enjoying a bottle of their finest brandy, I sat quietly and listened to the local gossip, as I often did, as I spoke to the barkeeper. He was a short, aging fellow with a veryrough appearance, but despite his looks, was an outgoing, friendly man, who was always willing to share the latest gossip with anyone who would listen

To my immediate left, was the "town drunk" as he had come to be known. A man who always wore ragged, filthy clothes and reeked of cheap booze He was in here everymorning, and, again, everyevening, spending the rest of his day wondering the streets, shouting profanities and other random unpleasantness at passersby, and often seen urinating in random places throughouttown.

To.my immediate right, was the "town whore", a plump, uncooth older woman with short red hair, and somewhatmasculinefacialfeatures,whowas leaning up against me, rubbing my manhood, much to my initial disgust,until at which point I started reminiscing about earlier that day when I slit the old shopkeeper's throatas I watchedthe life fadefrom his body. For some reason, the mere thought if this moment made my tool stand at attention as the somewhathomelystrumpetplayedwith it.

I decided at that moment I would allow my needs to give way to my better judgement, as I tried to appear casual as I led her to my room. Surely everyone in the tavernmusthavenoticedmy bulging,throbbing erection fighting to escape my pants, as she followed behind me, blushing.

There was no glory inwhat I did after we made it to my room, as she fellated my throbbing member while I held onto the back of her head, leading her to nearly choke onitas I rammed itdown her throat. After a short while, I spilled my seed down her throat,andI instructedher towaitthere for awhile, as I would soon return. I returnedtothe bar to find my business partner, the pawnbroker sitting there. I pulled up a seat beside him, purchased another bottle of brandy, and discretely told him that I had other shipment of goods he would probably be interested in, the fine jewelry I had looted earlier, before drinking roughlyhalf of the bottle and returningtomyroom.

With half of my bottle drank, I offered the rest to the whore, who promptlyandunceremoniouslydrankit down before I proceeded to disrobe her. I then bent her over, and absolutely destroyed her anus for about an hour, before dousing her fires with my seed. I then proceeded to get up and retrieve my herbs and paraphernalia from my satchel nearby.

I then packed a sizable chunk of bid into my pipe, and lit it up, passing it to the whore. We passed it back and forth for awhile as we exchanged small talk. My herbs spent, I was quite inebriatedatthis point, as I felt like I was in-tuned to the rotation of the earth, I proceeded to get back up and make my way back to the bar.


         Sometime later, I awoke in a small pool of my own drool, looking up at the drinks behind the bar. I wiped the drool from the side of my face, and asked the barkeep what happened, and he explained to me. what had happened, and told me the lady had left the bar sometime ago, as I had passed out for quite some time.

Realizing it was starting to.get late, I pulled myself together, as best I could, and went to retrieve the goods I had stashed in the alley, next to the store I had robbed earlier ti sell to the pawnbroker. After I paid him a visit, and explaining to him a bit about the nature of the merchandise I brought, he informed me that he was to have it melted down anyway, and sent me on my way with a hefty bag of coin.

That done, the evidence dealt with, I returned to the tavern to bed down for the night.

         I awoke the next morning to a rapping at the door, and rose out of bed, hung over from the night before to answer it. It was the pawnbroker, it turned out, who informed me that the town guard was going around town,  questioning everyone about the murder of the jeweler. He told me, given the nature of the goods I had sold him last night, he suspected my involvement in it.

I thanked him for the information, and quickly slipped out my window, down the balcony, and slipped out of town, blending in with the crowds, as I made my escape to a nearby fishing village in which I had spent my childhood, hoping to lay low for awhile until I could catch a ship out of the area.