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A long, slow, moan of pleasure hissed from the lips of satisfaction. The sound told skilled hands where to press and kneed. Hardened knots of tension were found, loosened, and then smoothed into a state of restful bliss. Frankincense and coconut oil filled the air with their heady aroma, while their slickness allowed the skin of one woman to glide along the exhaustion of a working man. His body had carried the weight of his burdens long after he put down his labors, and though there was little a young woman could do to change his life; she knew exactly how to make these fleeting moments of time well spent.

"Maaayaaa ..." he moaned, and the young woman smiled as she drank in his languid praise. "... ooohhh ... sooo gooooood ..." He wiggled a little to allow some hardening to point pleasantly north. The proper positioning of it was something she always reminded him of before they began, part of their ritual so that he would not need to fight discomfort while the hands of a woman made his body do what it naturally did. Once per month the man praised Maya as a goddess, worshiping upon her alter, writhing at her touch. It was good for her ego and good for his heart.

Maya's eyes flicked up at the hourglass and discovered the grains had all slipped away. With one last pass she pressed hard into his flesh along either side of his spine and inhaled his musk. Then she placed her hands upon the table and moved off to one side so that she was no longer straddling him. Several deep breaths later, he opened his eyes and gave her a sad smile. "Alas," he whispered, "is our time over?"

"It is, gentle David," she told him, placing one of her dark hand along the lighter textures of his face. "I pray I will see you again?" The question was only a formality; his smile told her that he would return. With great effort, he gathered up his will and drew himself upright.

"Unless the Lord or my wife strikes me dead," David told her with a grateful smile, "I will return next month at my usual time."

"I will mark the date and look forward to it," Maya said with a practiced smile which told him he was special. A pleased sparkle twinkled in his blue eyes, and then he let out a dramatic sigh, which he used to heave himself up from the table. Then he dressed, gave a courteous bow, and was gone.

Several moments of fist pumping relieved the ach of her own fatigued muscles, but it was a good kind of pain. A rag was then used to remove the worst of the oils from her hands. Then she then placed another rag into a dish of water and began to wash the worst of what David had left upon her. His stink was not as bad as some of the men she had serviced, but it was necessary if she was to move onto another.

"Maya?" a voice called.

"I am here, Madame Miranda," the young woman replied formally, and a moment later a well-dressed, stocky, matron asserted her presence in the room.

"It's about time you finished," the woman scolded while keeping her voice low. "You know he didn't pay for a happy ending!"

"David is a regular," Maya reminded her, and for a scant second she dared look her in the eye. "And I only released his tension. There was no additional mess to clean."

"Yes, yes," Madame Miranda huffed, "and I am glad of it, but you need to come quickly!"

"What is it?" Maya paused, as the tone of the matron's voice replaced her irritation with concern.

"Maya ... it's the Admiral."

Silence followed the sentence as Maya pressed her suddenly cold hands between her carefully protected breasts. "He's here?"

"He is," Madame Miranda hissed, "and he's fresh from the harbor. He's asked for you."

"How much of me?" Maya asked seriously, and she watched as her employer's eyes managed to grow even wider than they had already managed.

"All ... of you," the matron stated firmly.

Maya swallowed hard. A slight nod was exchanged and then she pulled a cloth from a full-length mirror and stared carefully into its surface. The darkness of her eyes bled into her hair and skin. The tone of her flesh was the color of imported chocolates, and it was untouched by metal or branding. Anything which might have displeased a potential buyer had been avoided. Lessons of grace and charm had sculpted her skills and she had been purchased by an overly protective madam whose reputation was respected in their city.

Staring into the dark pools of her eyes reminded her briefly of the innocence of another life. Running through the jungles of a distant shore and basking in the glow of Kinach Ahau ... or maybe it was K'inich Ajaw ... she could no longer remember. The words of her mother's tongue had been forbidden when the slavers took her. Since then she had been exposed to a dozen languages which had been drilled into her mind until the older ones had begun to fade. Even now ... her mother, her God, and even her name had all faded into the indistinct chatter of memories that no longer seemed real.

"Maya," Madame Miranda said and the young woman returned her mind to the business at hand. A brush was run through her hair and her outfit was discarded for something that was more appropriate. A kimono of Asian silk was wrapped around her curves, and the obi was tied loosely and the knot was moved around to the front. "You look radiant," the madam told her.

"Decadent," Maya corrected.

"Expensive," her madam admitted with an infectious smirk. "Remember ... he's tired, but pent up. He needs a sensual slave girl to relieve him before he returns to his wife."

"I will make certain the admiral is fully relieved," Maya said as she snapped one of her fans out over her face and fluttered her eyes over its painted edge.

Two violins, a viola, and a cello sang pleasantly relaxing music, each at the hands of a beautiful and naked woman. All four musicians were playing with their eyes shut. It was common for the girls to play like this to avoid any distractions which might pass them by, but in situations like this, there was also the added pleasure of both power and the voyeuristic tendency to have observers in the room who were not allowed to look upon the action ... but might sneak a naughty peek once things grew heated.

They were all qualified to please the man whose military uniform had been removed and hung in the corner. Though he lounged in a bath towel and sipped his wine, he radiated the presence of one whom could leap into deadly violence at a moment's notice. Confidence held him higher than any man who entered these walls and he was treated with the respect he had paid for.

Maya had only ever seen the admiral from a distance and she was aware that his appetites brought the kind of business to their brothel which could keep them all comfortably fed for years. Each infrequent visit netted more than a hundred gentle Davids ... thus, every woman in the establishment hung on his every utterance, leaping at full speed to fulfill his desires with every skill at their disposal.

Maya stood in the doorway and watched him. Madame Miranda had expected her to enter the room and begin at once with her seductive servant routine, but this was not a typical man. Lingering dark eyes studied hard at layers of scars which were stretched out by muscles that had begun to sag with age. It had taken the admiral many years to earn the rank he now carried, and the weight of his life was much greater than gentle David.

A sharp breath flicked his eyes up at her. Their steel grey glare took in her details with the type of practice which quickly gathered information and assessed new situations. Only when he relaxed did she realize he had tensed, and her instincts realized this was going to take more than a coy smile and some talented foreplay to get around.

"Good evening, sire," she said with a slow bow. When her eyes returned from their lowered state, she was suddenly locked firmly into the gaze of a predator, whose demands were speaking without words. For a moment she glanced at the musicians who were playing in the room with them, but his eyes told hers that she was to pay them no concern. The intensity of expectation began to build upon his face, and Maya knew it was time for her to move to the nest step in her plan. "How long have your adventures kept you from home?"

"One year, three months, and sixteen days, as of this morning," he said without pausing to think about it.

"And upon your return you immediately chose to honor us with your presence?" Maya asked as she moved slowly around the circle of musicians.

"I wish to reminisce," he spoke without emotion, but his eyes followed her as she moved.

"If you were truly here to reminisce," Maya continued as she paused behind the viola player, "then why not settle for a local flavor?" One graceful hand ran along the player's freckled neckline, and began to wrap one of the red curls around her finger. A brow was then furrowed and she drew close the mask of one whom is more important than every other woman in the room.

"Perhaps, I have developed unique tastes," the admiral suggested as a touch of amusement worked into his expression.

Maya then slipped her finger away from the focusing musician and entered the circle, leaning in close to the man so that she could drop her voice. "Then perhaps you should send away the decorations and focus solely on what you really desire."

A predatory smile slowly rose to the surface of his mask, and for an instant she glimpsed the killer that was chained within the discipline. One callused hand lifted and split the air with an ear-rending snap. At once the music ceased and all eyes were upon the man in the chair. "Leave us," he told them, and at once the women rose to their feet and took their instruments with. Each of them shot Maya a fearsome look, as they left, for they all knew that the private music was the most expensive part of his stay. Madame Miranda would be livid once their guest left, but Maya was a slave ... and she did not like to share the stage when flexing her power.

Once the door was shut behind her, Maya stepped into the admiral's personal space. He did not move at first, but then she reached out, took the wine glass from his hand, and sipped at the contents, in a lady-like manner, until it was empty. The fire from the alcohol burned her pallet, as she rarely ever drank the expensive brew, but she forced her shudder to come out as a controlled shiver of pleasure. The glass was then set safely aside, and she returned her attention to the art of her profession.

With an intense slowness, his fingers pulled one end of the obi's knot and let it fall away. There was another tie holding her shut, though, and he tugged free the yukata with similar slowness. From there the silk flowed open, but there was another white robe underneath. An amused look raised his brow, but Maya returned the look and revealed the end of yet another tie. This one opened the robe and revealed the mocha colored flesh he had lusted for.

For a moment he leaned in toward her, and he deeply inhaled her scent. Maya then gave him a shove back into his chair, and while he blinked up at her in surprise, she moved to straddle his lap, and settled herself upon him. Genuine excitement looked up at her through the grey steel, and she could feel his desire rise toward her beneath the towel. The skin of her inner thighs trapped the hungry bit of flesh, and she leaned forward, rising above him and surrounding him with her long dark hair and the silk of the robes she still wore.

A lingering moment later, she pressed her lips upon his, but was careful to not let them part. Massaging fingers wove through his greying hair, nails scrapped against his scalp, and her scent was upon him. Strong hands reached in, past the fabric, and played along the softness of her back. A savage growl rolled out under the loosening restraints of his breathing and she knew that she had him.

The man's hunger drew them together and he began touching her ... feeling her ... lapping at her sustenance in the way which only the most learned of men could appreciate. Dozens of women had been conquered by his hunger in the quick of the night, but it was a strange thing for a woman to disobediently put slowness to his actions and force him to take his time.

Drawing away brought his face up toward her, and she dipped back down just long enough for him to get another taste. Then Maya leaned back against his strong hands and allowed him the privilege of pushing the silken material off of her body and letting it fall to the floor. Beneath she wore undergarments, and finely crafted material supported her precious breasts. They were prized, in this line of work, and she supported them with fabric even when she slept.

The admiral witnessed the result of such dedication, for when he undid the clasp, the nipples stood pert and erect toward him, without any sag in their poise. The hunger of a starved man wrapped his lips around their tips, and she fed him like the Madonna of life. A soft moan escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and continued to run her fingers through his hair. Gentle tugs sent little ripples of pleasure through her, and it suddenly occurred to her that he was also blessed with the knowledge of how to treat a woman.

In a moment of careless pleasure, the towel fell open, and the flesh within pressed up against the warmth of her lower lips. A tiny breath shuddered out of her, and then she came free of his lips and lowered herself to run glistening folds along the outer surface of his manhood. With careful forward and back motions, her hips moved over his, allowing their smooth heat to glide together without allowing him inside.

Calloused hands dragged down her back until they cupped her bottom. A small amount of effort massaged them and she moaned in appreciation of the way it made her feel. She rewarded his efforts with her own, moving herself along him, drawing her lubrication along his skin. The warmth of it hardened him and she could feel him losing control, as his breathing deepened, she paused, and a few heartbeats later he settled and looked up into her eyes with incredulous need.

Careful movement released her from his arms and she settled to her knees upon the floor. Well practiced hands glided along his legs until she reached the glory of his desire. With long, luxurious strokes, her tongue tasted the sea in his skin. Though he had just come from a bath, the flavors of where he had been were still there for her to admire.

Soft lips drew him in, wrapping layers of her own hunger around his. The need to know had filled her with desire, and with this he would tell her everything. A masculine groan guided Maya's focus. Practice moved her forward and skill allowed her to take him deep. A trade secret kept her from gagging and she bobbed several times around him while holding her breath.

When his strain became a tell-tale shudder, she drew back. Flexible fingers wrapped around and caressed him up and down, coaxing the shuddering into the full throes of ecstatic spasm. Rich warmth splashed up into her mouth with the force of a man who believed it was a sin to touch himself. She waited a few moments and then began swallowing. Well-practiced movements moved her mouth in a natural rhythm which coaxed him into full release. A moment later she drew him back in but was careful not to move him into overstimulation. Then she heard the release of a deep breath which signaled her to draw back and release him.

"That was like a dream," the admiral said with a sad smile. "It is a shame I am not a decade younger."

"You are afraid that your adventure has come to an end?" Maya asked with a knowing smile, and he nodded. "Then perhaps you should lie upon the bead where I can demonstrate my true talents."

"Know you your way around shrapnel and the wounds of war?" he asked.

"I do," she said with comprehension. Then an idea struck her. "Perhaps ... some music?" He nodded, and as he settled onto the bed, Maya opened the door and called out. "Emily? Kathryn?" A curious set of eyes glanced around the corner and both smiled at each other. "Bring the music back, please." The eavesdropping musician nodded and was back a moment later with the rest of the instruments.

Once all were settled, the music began to play once more, and under the soothing notes of grace and skill, Maya retrieved a few of her favorite oils and then straddled the old sailor. Years of stress and strain lay before her, and she could tell he had been wounded many times. As she traced her fingers over his back, she was careful not to press down anywhere.

"Here?" she asked while touching a suspect spot, and he grunted an affirmative response. "Here?" she asked at another location and another grunt told her what places to avoid. This process went on for a time, as the soothing strings played their tunes. Once his body had been properly mapped Maya began to spread her oils.

It was a process she had done many times, but rarely upon one who was this battered and torn. Empathy caused her hands to tread carefully, and she felt as if his honor was becoming her own. As he had served his king and country, she would reward his service with her own. It took time for his body to trust hers, but little by little he began to relax ... to trust ... to let his guard down with the knowledge that she would not take advantage or harm him.

For a long time he was still under her attentions. Here and there she wondered if he might sleep but his focus never wavered and his breathing did not drift. Hours of music and touch would please Madame Miranda, but Maya was careful to keep those thoughts from her mind. The path to joy was discovered when one did not think about the cost ... and she was a professional.

When she paused to reapply the oil for the fifth time, her patron stirred. Rolling to his side took a small amount of effort but she could see that his vigor had fully recovered. A few uncertain moments passed as she looked into his eyes, but he reached one hand toward her, and she accepted it gladly.

It took little effort for her to slide her naked body up against his, and the two of them embraced. Lips and arms played as they explored and enjoyed the other, as they allowed themselves to forget who and what they were. Naked bodies gleamed in the candlelight, while the musicians kept their eyes shut and played. Here and there they peaked at their audience but they did not falter their sound.

Passions heated upon that bed, and soon Maya was straddling the admiral once more. From there it was his turn to massage the smoothness of her back and admire the curves of her body. The calloused hands were strong but controlled enough to know where and how much pressure was required.

The attention produced a strong reaction from Maya's body, and she was surprised to discover just how ready she suddenly was. Sliding herself over his length allowed her to spread her reaction upon him, and as the spiraling joy of sensation stirred inside of her, she settled herself up onto him and then angled him up inside.

His groan matched her moan as they came together, and she moved slowly as she took all of him inside of her body. There was a pregnant pause as they basked in the other's presence, and then Maya began to move, forward and back ... slowly ... slowly ... spreading her moisture along his skin. The tightness of their merging brought forth needs neither had the luxury to indulge in at will. A few moments of feminine motion was joined by the thrusting of one who was not used to domination. It was a gentle rhythm, not too hard ... not too vigorous, and she was careful in her mixing of gentle with strong. For a year he was at sea and the military life was the opposite of soft ... thus she reminded him of why he fought.

As their bodies collided, she could feel his hunger increasing and he suddenly drew himself upright. Maya squeezed her arms and legs around him, and he took care to keep his eyes open as they made love, staring deeply into each other's souls ... breathing each other's air ... muscles pulsing ... stretching ... stroking ... and all of it drew deepening breaths of delight.

Stoking the coals of their fire built up an intensity which, despite all of their training, began to break through their immense control. Her arms squeezed him as her hips gyrated at a faster pace. Slick squishing sounds grew louder with her excitement and the vulgarity of it stimulated her further. There was no doubt in her mind that the musicians were watching her, but their imagined jealousy spurred her into an even greater intensity.

The fire in her belly suddenly exploded and rolled out through her bones. A wild squeal announced her situation and her quivering muscles resonated with the height she had achieved. Every sensation intensified as her world wobbled upon a sea of delight. Then she leaned forward into her admiral and relaxed. For a moment they sat together, unmoving, her admiral waiting patiently as she worked to catch her breath. As the tingling settled she looked into his eyes and saw the pride of a man whom had just fulfilled his duty.

With a grin she moved towards him, but the kiss found herself in was deeper than it was supposed to be and filled with the feelings she was supposed to avoid in her line of work. While it was common for men to feel such things, she was not supposed to feel real love towards her clients. It was foolish ... it was unprofessional ... it was ... wrong. But there in the mutual vulnerability of their embrace was something that was rare ... and that sensation crippled her no matter how strongly she rallied against it.

Then ... the moment passed ... and a snarl of mutual hunger returned.

The flexing of mighty muscles thrust him up into her and Maya suddenly fell backwards. The bed caught her but the man stayed close through it all. The admiral's hips moved steadily. Strong muscles drove him forward and he lunged into her with renewed vigor. The lewd noises grew louder and wet slapping sounds filled their ears.

As the sounds of their joining grew, so did their lack of control, and soon they were rutting like animals. A fit of savagery possessed Maya and she bit him on the neck. A growl of excited pleasure emitted from the military man, and his discipline let go. The beast unleashed with the fury one would expect from a man who had been out to sea for too long, but Maya was a professional, and she knew how to weather his storm.

The savage beat of his body shook through her and the aggression caused her to cry out in her own excitement. Their passion built, crackled around them, and then burst in a flood of roaring heat. The torrent of his peak was also violent, and he crushed her with his great strength. Maya met his onslaught with equal rapture; heat and sensation overloaded her senses and she felt her own body spasm as his began to settle. The mighty finally rushed through them, causing stars to explode behind their eyes. Then they were falling ... falling ... falling ... until only pleasant twitches of rattled nerves and exhaustion settled them into the sheets.

Maya held him there, his body against hers, until, at last, she heard the slowness of his breath. A gentle smile played across her face as he slept, and she knew that he would not wake until morning. Though it might annoy her madam for Maya to cancel the rest of her night's appointments, she knew the admiral could cover the cost. Right now, he needed her to hold him ... and deep down ... she needed him to hold her too.