This is another Cassio/ Bianca story. Because honestly I think- if played right- their relationship can be very interesting.
He was young, nineteen maybe, when she "came out." She was sixteen and it was widely known to the town she was now open for business. Yet she came from a family of courtesans so her whole life she had spent preparing to take on the family profession. Her sisters had already established names for themselves as wealthy, to-do women, and so she was going to be well advised and well trained. And, lucky for her, she was one of the most gorgeous women in town. Had she been an actual lady she would have had more than enough marriage proposals to last a life time. But since she was not- she now had more job offerings then most young girls did. Her mother chose the three richest clients in the town, and it was known around town that she only saw those three. Every time he saw her in the town, or at events, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was the picture of innocence, even though she was anything but. He wanted to run his hands through her curls, or across the expanse of cleavage popping up from her dress. But he, a young soldier, could never afford her.
He was nineteen and had never had sex. The idea intrigued him, but with his soldier duties he had never had a chance to court any women. And he didn't want to spend the night with a cheap whore on the street. No he had bigger dreams. And dreams he had. Every night he would wake up to a straining erection- and every time he went to relieve it he thought of her. Her blonde hair, her perfect white teeth, her pink smile, her blue eyes, and her body. He didn't know her at all, but his body longed to know every inch of her. And so he started saving up. Even then the chances of getting to sleep with her, were slim, but he had to try.
Then one day he got the chance to actually speak with her. He was at a general's birthday party, and everyone in the town was there. The room was hot, and stuffy, and everyone was slightly drunk. He had drunk one glass- and was completely piss faced. And as when he was drunk- everything people around him did bothered him. He wanted to scream, to yell, but he decided instead to go to the pavilion. When he walked out there, there she was, tears streaming down her face. He sat there and watched her for awhile. He watched the tears stream down her tinted cheeks, a couple of curls falling out of her bun, her lips trembling. He watched her chest heave in and out with every breath. She looked up, and caught his eye. She gasped at him startled to be caught. He couldn't say anything. There was the angel from his dreams, and he was alone with her. All thoughts left his mind, and his brain couldn't form words.
"Are you here to tell the women everything?" She demanded.
"What?"
"They must have sent you, to ask if the poor whore fell for their words. Well go on. Tell them that you found me. You found me crying my eyes out." She spat at him. "Go tell them they won."
"I don't-" he started but was caught off guard by her standing up and advancing on him.
"Or did you think if you followed me out I would succumb to you. I wouldn't be able to help myself because, being trash, I MUST want to sleep with any man who asks." She sneered, looking him up and down as if he were a cretin.
"Look lady, I didn't even know you were out here." He yelled, raging with rejection.
"Ha likely story. So that's why you sat here watching me cry?"
"I didn't know you were here. The world doesn't revolve around you princess. Not every guy wants to sleep with community property." He knew when he said that he had gone too far. He always did when he had drunk too much. He expected her to slap him, or cry harder but instead he was shocked to see her eyes flash with something. Was it power?
"You would do anything to sleep with me." She said determinedly. And he was caught off guard. How did she know? In order to hide his true feelings, he felt himself steel against her.
"I don't like to pay for my entertainment."
"What entertainment? You have never slept with anyone, I'd bet."
"I have too!" He lied but she must have been able to read through it because she gave an evil grin.
"I bet your right hand would be willing to object to that. I bet you spend nights dreaming about women. You couldn't even get a cheap whore in bed."
"Look, just because you have issues with yourself because you take any rich man to bed"
"Isssues?" She screamed now so close to him he could feel her breath on his face, and her finger poking in his chest. "I'm not the jealous virgin here. I could-"
But he didn't even hear what she could do, because his lips captured hers in a searing kiss. Her lips were so much more plump than he could have imagined. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her hips against his. She ran her tongue over his lips and he tentatively brought his out to meet hers. Soon he was pressing her against a column of the pavilion, his hands running over her sides, while hers were lost in his hair. She lightly bit his lip and he groaned in her mouth. She ran her hand over where he was straining against his pants and then suddenly broke away. He felt the chill of the air around him, and looked at her. She gave him an evil look and lightly touched him over his pants.
"Not a virgin huh?" And with that, she gave a small chuckle, and left to go back to the party. Leaving him completely baffled.
