Chaos: Don't Stress, Undress

I love long hot baths. Happy wet Wednesday🫧
(Author aside: oh, holy cats, you are lovely. Back to the story.)

Amanda blushed prettily. "Oh, no, not that!" She stopped, took a sip of whiskey, took a lovely deep breath, then looked back at me. "I represent the interests of a businessman," she began.

"I bet you do," I replied.

"Stop it," she said, but she smiled as she did so, a smile carved by wicked, wicked angels. "My employer has heard that there is a sale going on in town, for something very old, very rare. He has only heard rumors, and a name, but he is willing to pay you to find all you can about it, and even more if you can...procure it for him."

"He wants to get his hands on an old cock," I said.

She laughed, and it did spectacular things to her body. Spectacular things. "In a nutshell, yes. That is all we know -- that it is called The Maltese Cock. We don't even know what shape it takes. A rooster, a weather vane, or something else."

"Like a cock," I said dryly.

"Yes, it could look like a man's cock," she said, and this time she didn't blush. "We have little idea, but we are willing to pay for your time."

I stroked my chin. A treasure hunt, at my age. Almost worth it for that alone. As I thought, she ran her hand down the creamy exposed skin of her throat, and down, drawing my eyes to her décolletage.

"Mister Dreams," she said languidly, her beautiful eyes burrowing into mine, "I would be very, very grateful if you were to help us."

My mind was filled with the ideas of beautiful treasures, and even more beautiful chests. They were the things dreams were made of, after all...

-"The Maltese Cock," Undressed City of Chaos: A Case File of Unquiet Dreams
 
Ummmmm. I'm very dirty and in need of a bath - in your bathtub. With you. 😈
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