Adventures of Alexa: Bordello Royale

By M.R. Stibbons

The most prominent whore mistress in the fantasy world of the Twelve Dominions desperately needs to retrieve a shameful portrait of herself from the collection of a deviant baron. To that end, she hires the services of Alexa and her companions. The young adventurer girl, along with her sultry elven counterpart, must work undercover in the Royale, the biggest brothel in the city of Akkadia, in order to infiltrate the baron’s private orgy and steal the painting. It’s a lame plan, really; but a great excuse for the sticky depravities that ensue.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.R. Stibbons
• Release date: Feb 6, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370289578

M.R. Stibbons

Marvin Ronald Stibbons was born February the 14th, 1980. He lives and works in Qasigiannguit, Greenland, where he owns a very successful seal-milk firm. He is also a volunteer in the country's most prominent Wild Life Preservation Initiative, helping polar bears with sleeping disorders during the arctic winter season. He is a graduate of archaeology from the University of Ouagadougou, in Burkina Faso, and has also bought online a PhD in literature for just 99.99 USD. He writes porn (a.k.a. erotica) and risks being branded a pervert for your reading pleasure. Which technically makes him a hero of sorts.

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Adventures of Alexa: Bordello Royale

Copyright 2017 M.R. Stibbons

Published by M.R. Stibbons at Smashwords

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Two dicks, one asshole

Chapter 2: The portrait of Rodian Gay

Chapter 3: Filthy dancing

Chapter 4: An honest night’s work

Chapter 5: Eyes wide open

Chapter 6: A new contract

About the Stibbons

Visit the den of the Stibbons

Chapter 1: Two dicks, one asshole

Alexa walked briskly down the street, the heels of her thigh-high boots clicking on the cobblestones. The expression on her face was one of purposely fixed agitation: her elegant eyebrows were furrowed and her full, red lips ever so slightly pursed up. She hated busy days but, at the same time, could not resist her own compulsion to get things done as soon as possible. On that particular day, she had quite a tight schedule to keep, which meant her usually bitchy mood was turned up a notch.

Adalwin, her apprentice, followed a few paces behind pretending he was having trouble keeping up with her. In truth, it was just an excuse to admire Alexa’s tight little butt as it swayed back and forth with her every step, stretching the fabric of her pants in all the right places. Adalwin was eighteen and desperately in love with Alexa. His hormones were in full swing and therefore he was in a unique position to still appreciate those little turn-ons in life.

He was an attractive young man: tall, athletic, with closely cropped black hair, big expressive eyes and sporting one of those trendy swordsman’s jerkins that were all the rage for stylish adventurers in the Twelve Dominions. He could easily have his pick of the girls in any inn without getting them too drunk first, but one look at Alexa and none of that mattered. There was something about her that made butterflies flutter around his stomach and volcanoes erupt at the base of his cock. A glimpse of her perfect white skin as she bent over and showed a little more cleavage than usual or her half-bared shoulder when her shirt was inadvertently drawn back was enough to give him all the masturbation material he could ask for.

Alexa and Adalwin had grown up together and ever since Adalwin could remember himself he had this borderline creepy fixation about her. Of course, Alexa didn’t see it that way. He was like a little brother to her. At least that was what she would claim on any given day.

Not so long ago, however, all these pretenses had been swept away for one glorious moment and they had made love. And by ‘made love’ one is to understand that Adalwin completely destroyed Alexa’s puffy little pussy, pummeling it with his eight-inch cock like there was no tomorrow while she moaned like a degenerate bitch in heat and begged for more. Of course Alexa at the time had been under the influence of a magical artifact known as the Horny Ruby. Now her dignified and aristocratic nature refused to acknowledge it had ever happened, much to Adalwin’s frustration. He had been cast back into the cold and dark pits of the dreaded friendzone once more.

The case of the Horny Ruby had left Alexa with a respectable amount of gold to jump-start her career as a solicitor: solicitor being the politically-correct term for adventurer-for-hire in the realm of the Twelve Dominions. It was with that purpose in mind that she was out and about that morning, headed for the guild district near the main square of the great city of Akkadia where she had an appointment with a real-estate peddler.

Up until recently Alexa’s office had been the attic of Mr. Faolan’s shop, a gnome retailer of pickled turnips. She knew, however, that if prospective clients were to take her business seriously she needed to move into the prestigious guild neighborhood where all the action was. So when she heard there was an office space for sale near the main square, right next to Olof the Pecker’s Akkadian office she booked a viewing without a second thought. Olof the Pecker was probably the most famous solicitor in the Twelve Dominions and had offices in every major city. With some luck, Alexa thought, she could steal some of the Pecker’s thunder by moving right next door to such an illustrious firm.

Her former landlord, Mr. Faolan, was really sad to hear that Alexa was leaving his attic. He told her that he would miss her for he had grown accustomed to her presence upstairs from his pickled turnip emporium and cared for her like a father. Alexa felt kind of awkward at this uncalled-for burst of sentimentality. She smiled, muttered something polite and patted the gray-haired gnome gentleman on the head. Mr. Faolan sighed and put his little hands in his pockets with a bitter-sweet smirk. He had honestly hoped he would get to fuck Alexa at some point. In his mind he had played over and over again the scenario where the young woman at some point would be unable to pay her rent and then she would beg him to find another way to settle her debt; at which point kind Mr. Faolan would take out his thick cock and rub it all over Alexa’s reluctant lips, relishing her shock and disdain, urging her to ‘open up and gulp it down’ if she wanted to keep a roof over her head. Alas! Life seldom plays out like a dirty fantasy and thus Mr. Faolan’s perverted ambitions were thwarted that morning when Alexa announced to him she would be moving out shortly.

The streets were crowded and noisy, stinking with the flow from the gutters. The houses were so closely packed, seemingly leaning over the cobbled streets like the giant rib-bones of a skeleton made of stone and brick, that no fresh air ever blew through the streets and porticos of Akkadia.

An ogre butcher was pushing his cart of freshly hacked-up wares leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Gryphon loin! he cried in a hoarse voice. Get your tender gryphon loin here!

A little further down the street a ginger-haired dwarf wearing a mohawk was trying to sell amethyst dildos he had carved and polished himself to a couple of street whores. Beggars haunted the street corners exhibiting their horrible deformities and festering wounds to provoke pity, extending out their grimy palms for a few copper coins. A lord and his lady were making their way through the throng and their orc valet cleared a path for them by swinging his silver-tipped cane menacingly at those shady characters who attempted to approach. Rows of dripping laundry hung overhead, in lines that stretched from one balcony to the one opposite and housewives chattered in loud voices about private matters while exchanging oaths of absolute discretion and secrecy.

Alms for a poor Ole Ron, missy? I’m a veteran of the Goblin Wars, you know an old beggar croaked as Alexa passed him by.

What Goblin Wars? There were never any Goblin Wars! Alexa snapped at him.

The old beggar cackled. He was tall and incredibly skinny, dressed in an assortment of filthy rags and his face looked like a malevolent death’s head with barely any yellowed and freckled skin stretched over bone.

You got me there, missy! he said, limping after Alexa. How about a copper coin for Ole Ron anyway?

Alexa didn’t reply and picked up her pace. She knew it was a mistake to even address the wretched man in the first place but she was too agitated not to that day.

Don’t be like that, missy! the beggar went on. How about you show Ole Ron one of them delicious titties of yours, eh? Just one! A quick peek would make an old veteran’s day, come on! What do you say?

Alexa grabbed the hilt of her rapier and turned to glare murder at the beggar.

Crawl back to the shit-pile where you came from or I’ll give you an actual reason to limp, pervert! she hissed.

Screw you, bitch! Ole Ron retorted but shrank back and retreated towards his usual spot. Where’s your respect for the elderly, huh?

Dick! Alexa murmured between her teeth.

****

The clock tower in the main square of Akkadia struck eleven when Alexa finally arrived at her would-be new office. It was perfect: an elegant little two-storey building of rough-hewn stone and red bricks, situated on the side of a high street lined with elm trees and roofed with blue tiles. It looked friendly, inviting and, above all, professional – just like she had imagined it. Sure, it wasn’t as luxurious-looking as the other solicitor places along the high street nor as eminent as Olof the Pecker’s mansion of an office but with a coat of paint and a catchy sign out front she had no doubt it could attract its fair share of clients.

So, this is going to be our new home, huh? Adalwin mused.

"Home office. Alexa corrected him arching an eyebrow. We’re not playing house here, Adalwin. We’re running a business. Get your head straight!"

But we’ll live in it too, right?

Before Alexa could reply anything appropriately acidic, the door of the building opened and out stepped a chubby young man with rosy cheeks, matted brown hair and ‘asshole’ written all over his unshaven face. Upon seeing him Alexa paused and a numb expression of surprise flashed across her face.

"Pareys? What are you doing here?" she gasped.

Alexa! Baby! the man threw open his arms to embrace her. Long time no see, eh? Come gimme a hug… oh, you smell nice!

Alexa struggled to free herself from his embrace and took back a step.

"What am I doing here? Pareys went on undaunted. I’m the peddler assigned to this here fine piece of real estate property. Don’t tell me you’re looking to buy, are you?"

Alexa crossed her arms under her breasts, straightened her back and pursed up her lips.

As a matter of fact, I am.

Wow! I never thought you would be able to afford something like that. No offence, eh? The solicitor business is booming, I take it? Come in, come in. Let me show you around the place. You haven’t introduced me to your friend here…

Pareys, like all assholes of his ilk, talked a lot without actually waiting for a reply. Nevertheless, Adalwin extended his hand cordially to him:

I’m Alexa’s appr—

Boyfriend, Alexa cut in abruptly. He’s my boyfriend.

I am? Adalwin’s jaw dropped for a brief moment. I mean, I am. Of course I am. Adalwin, at your service.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on or why Alexa would suddenly blurt out such a thing. But he didn’t really care. It was as if she had become possessed out of the blue to give voice to his heart’s desire and he wasn’t about to dispute it.

Pareys’ beady little eyes glimmered with something resembling envy but nevertheless he shook Adalwin’s hand and proceeded to do his soul-mortifying job.

The inside of the office was spacious and cozy. There was a reception hall lit by three arched windows, a conference room in the back and even a