Chapter 10
A rare discovery
All three girls were beautiful dark-haired, as was the custom in these parts, had dark skin and was equally voluptuous. Careful and maybe a little exaggerated makeup hiding most of the differences in their faces, so Jafar, especially in its incipient excitement among them seen substantial difference. Neither knew whether they are the same ones whose touching been here many times so intensely felt.
It was in the interest of the company, that women are the most replaceable, sometimes because some of them something happened, maybe pregnant, aged, sick or in love anyone rich enough to redeem it. Then it had a girl as quickly as possible to replace another that regular customers they knew nothing and left satisfied.
Except oriental girls were sold into brothels such as China, Thailand or Greece, but they found among them Egyptian.
Some men would prefer something atypical, but had to pay well for this.
Gem, however, to such exotica not specialize, he had his slave women with vocational training in the art of lovemaking and many positions. Those less experienced to learn from older, so he served his art from hand to hand.
When all fit into Jafar private room, it looked exactly as he was accustomed.
Red and gold decorations on the walls, carpets woven with erotic scenes on the floor over him lay a soft, warm cushions and leather center of the room stood a table and impractical curved around him two sofas with plenty of opportunities to finish off a wonderful evening. Finally, towering above them a huge curtain of the same color as the front windows.
The girls were nearly naked. One of them quickly put two strips of silk cloth that she had Jafar you undress.
The remaining two are still looked naive and inexperienced to happen sensed their superiority, which would spoil the pleasure of superiority.
Girl with strips of cloth hung with carelessly around his body walked up to him, looked him in the eye with a clear challenge and an irritating smile.
Jafar let it go unpunished and slowly undressing her what she was wearing, reveling in the sight of her bronzed skin.
It rose growing expectations that revealed little by little his intentions.
She attracted him to their pliability and interchangeability. He felt no complicated and incomprehensible feelings, it was just a simple, primitive passion, what he liked.
Lust, which could satisfy without any unnecessary consequences like everyone who visited it.
Once completely stripped dark-haired woman, pulled her hands and the other two, and all three at the same time it kissed the girl on the lips middle and the other two on the cheek. They had a little problem fit their three heads to his, but because it had a little bit less than he managed it. Jafar was this bit overly nice, did not realize that it was because he had to crouch down a bit.
Then he turned himself, and began to undress, as always. It was his ritual, he never let the women disrobe and they did not pursue, because it would have helped.
Respect his order and did just what he wanted.
Meanwhile sat on a soft couch and waited patiently. They knew that Jafar can not handle more things at once, and if he now aroused, disturbed him from taking off, which would be much appreciated.
When he wore nothing had turned to face them. On the slim tall man, which to everyone he had a surprisingly powerful shoulders and a narrow waist and hips.
His skin was tanned nicely, even if the sun too went and stayed in the shadow of the palace and its rooms.
Two girls stood up like a tiger ready to attack, walked around the table and stood behind him.
That the back of their hands the premier emphasized breasts and began to fondle and rub, while the front knee slightly spread apart and touched the bottom edge of the abdomen in an erotic dance and slowly came down all the way down into his lap.
Jafar, the dazed appearance, did not even notice that the third concubine while selfishly pursuing his growing pride with a hungry expression.
Vizier approached the two women and those before it fell back and parted to the side.
"Massage," he said, and lay naked on the couch and waited.
Both beauties have brought olive oil and a few drops clinging to Jafar back.
Both then suddenly he began to rub and examine his body.
Vizier blissfully moaned.
It was incredibly relaxing.
He could feel their little fingers as he subjected his every muscle and descend him up on his buttocks.
As he lay on his stomach, he saw a third dancer, as she sat on the other couch against him, spread his legs apart and she began stroking and massaging the right places, to encourage him.
While a man intensely enjoyed her body, rubbing his second stunner spine, which was exactly what, in fact, after his hard day needed because he was beginning aches. Maybe it was just a bit old for those stunts that sometimes showing ...
When this view is sufficiently fed, rolled onto his back to the other two could dedicate the new, urgent needs that demanded their care.
"Go on," he said, closing his eyes.
Woman kneeling beside the couch at each other and looked finicky Jafar began to move over the chest and the adventurous headed straight to his manhood.
Fallen man swept desire when he felt hot, moist lips that it wanted to undergo a right to his erect manhood.
These courtesans knew very well how to get a man to his knees. Cuddle him and fulfill all his wishes and desires. They are brushing for him, their small breasts and added their tender kisses. None him but did not dare kiss on the lips.
It was something he had to say, because it almost never demanded.
They paid him so at least an hour after his arm suddenly flew forward and he hugged one of them and pulled her beneath him, which clearly indicated that the overture ends.
The third girl had ceased to care about myself as looked at her, and it bored watching, waiting, when you will have to get involved again.
Only after some time Jafar suggested that the first beauty it is "used", and swapped it for a second, with which he treated about the same as the first. However, he overestimated their strength, three girls was not enough. Even with the other ran, if we add to it the hard day today, it was a respectable performance.
Once satisfy his animal desires, he stayed on the brocade couch and fell asleep.
The last girl did not hesitate and went to report it to Solomon.
In a way she was glad that her received. Sex with a man who had had intercourse shortly before two other women would have just sucked. Not to mention that her one evening waiting for maybe another two or three other clients.
Life was tough courtesan more than men imagined.
Solomon, the owner of the brothel, considering that the vizier's reputation would have served if he stayed in his renowned enterprise and on his orders carefully Jafar girls woke up, dressed and showed him reverence, bowing deeply.
Jafar took a moment to orient a pleasant night's sleep, then generously paid, took his stick and went into the night.
Seamlessly he came to the palace, where he sprawled on his bed. He was already desperately exhausted but happy because he had hurt his back as efficiently warmed up.
Still remembered for tomorrow's plans, but that was about it.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Rose POV
For Rose, it was a long night as well as for Jafar.
But the girl seemed strange dreams full of fog from that performed by different people.
First, it was her mother, the grandmother beat, which she bequeathed her house and all the antiques that suddenly came to life and danced around her.
Hallucination!
Rose finally saw herself in front of a large mirror, which materialized out of nowhere. She was wearing a long nightgown of the same material as the transparent dress that came from Jasmine.
Pleasantly light as gossamer. She studied herself, her shape under the transparent silk, until the surface of the mirror appeared something strange.
Powerful snake's body behind her, the same as the big cobra in the desert, she saw before she fell face-down in the sand.
Hissed threateningly, and before he knew it blonde, wrapped it around his body like a boa constrictor squeezing.
Rose cried, she was terrified, and flexible body around her retreat, she could barely breathe.
She tried to scream for help, desperate to escape the deadly Press when the body around her began to change, and instead folds of scaly there were two male hands clasping her beneath her breasts.
And this too was a hallucination? she asked herself.
It was a strange contrast of hot and cold, but Rose did not reassured.
While his hands were warm, but instead embrace her feel comfortable and safe, palms covered the breasts and nipples with her own men dug into his hands.
She was embarrassed, sank with shame, and yet not forced to do something.
To make Cocky, who stood just behind her, he pushed her.
"Stand and Surrender to me," he whispered to oddly familiar voice, but could not remember who it belongs to.
But the stranger's touch was getting bolder, he began to examine her breasts, gently squeezing until she escaped from her lips a few quick breaths.
Before the girl knew it, his one hand and hugging her still clutched that does not free, while the other slid down between her thighs, where it was the back of his hand began to caress through the thin fabric of her chemise.
Rose bore it all with fear and anticipation.
The man behind her, stroking her, as if he owned the place, as if it had the exclusive right, and yet it was only a dream. Some fictional vision of something, perhaps after what she wanted, but did not allow you to think about.
Rose closed her eyes tightly and let love.
It was so pleasant and relaxing, even she hugged her lap for a stranger's fingers, as if begging for an encore.
She was aware of his breath on her shoulder, the way his hands brushed over her breasts and rubbing on an exciting spot down there until nešeptala, not to stop, whether it be anyone.
Nothing else in the head or not, maybe filings, all you wanted was only the pulsing energy of pleasure.
Rose was obsessed, dazed by a wicked spell.
Is straining, rubbing the stranger's crotch his ass, but he just caressed, as if nothing else did not want, he did not scream until waves of blissful relaxation.
Rose POV
"Ahhh!" Rose abruptly sat up, sweating and torn unexpected experience. In her room it was already light, but she was tired, as if the night was running around the palace some stupid marathon.
She was literally like a floor cloth with which someone already wiped out the entire ground floor.
He quickly glanced around at that particular foreigners, whose face did not see a disappointed sigh when the bedroom was empty. But between her thighs felt guilty damp.
Ashamed of herself over him and dragged his body to the toilet and the bathroom.
When she returned, she saw a bottle on the table and note.
"Hmm ..." Who gave it to me? What is it?
Scribble? Spilled font? Hierogliyfy? Sanskrit?
She squinted at it with sleepy eyes and strangely enough understood.
The rest of the strange fluid had a drink at lunch. But somehow he can not remember when she took the first half.
Everything was so foggy, and now she easily go weak in the knees.
Damn. What's wrong with me?
Then she remembered Bark words through her stab of anger. Now everyone will think it is a slut and is sleeping with everyone on sight.
"Jafar!"
Great, what else from him could wait until they tarnished her reputation.
No, this was just not pass, the bitch of it do not! Moreover, where this is, in truth, caught? She felt good the whole time. He bit her, perhaps she's a cobra? That would make sense, after all, was the last thing she saw before she fainted.
Rose to herself pulling the pink dress and heavily into them shrugged. She got up, held the walls and waited a moment before it stops spinning head, and then started.
Right, left, stairs, doors and left again. Its doors.
Knocking will not stay with him does not count.
Calmly drove inside, feeling like a drunk from a back door of the festival.
A few meters ahead of her was the beaded curtain, but at this distance, she heard two voices speaking.
In this state, it did not care whether there is a need sultan himself, or the devil.
She walked straight ahead, thus trying to go straight, until she has undergone a curtain.
From the strong smell that's always been present, she almost felt sick.
Two men turned toward her her head.
Jafar stood behind his desk, fingers touching the lid sort chests and opposite him on the other side of the table stood a young man with a faraway look a little village goon.
After the last brothel drank, would it be possible just as Rose had been accustomed.
The sorcerer gave her a look of someone cancels at the wrong time.
Rose did not care.
"I need to see you right away, vizier," she said and held his hands shelves with ingredients.
"Oh, Rose, good to see you, you do not look good, you want a challenge?" He shouted gleefully Yago from its place of honor at the table, chuckled over her condition. Probably he thought that he was really drunk, and he looked forward to what will be the result for the theater.
Traitor, the girl thought, if they could, they would surely throw at him, but doubted that he is absolutely correct, in the worst case would hit the Jafar, and it would have probably long been forgiven.
"So agreed," he told the boy wizard hastily. "Go about your business and nothing will happen to you."
The young man looked at his chest, confused and scratching his head as if he could not understand what had happened, what he was doing and why somebody gives his locker.
Rose Jafar wanted to ask about his allegedly sexually transmitted disease and was not very pleased at the prospect of doing it in front of a stranger man so cautiously came up to the boy and his vizier's words succinctly translated: "Get out!"
The young man's faraway look has not changed, but suddenly turned and left without a word.
"You should rest," Jafar overtook her.
"I'm not a slut!" She said to him, Rose, what was in her heart, and Yago chuckled.
"And that's why you do not want to rest?" Vizier said calmly someone who is her status does not matter.
"First I want to know where I caught that thing," said Rose, and plowed into him, his unbending look furious sled.
"Look, you're obviously ill," said Jafar quite seriously, "I promise that if you relax and take my medication, tomorrow you'll feel good, maybe even sooner, and then talk about it. In addition, your path to get back to your world is on track. Will not you maybe wrong ... Or have you forgotten? "
Well, back to my world ...
Rose was suddenly torn and did not know what to say. Although her uncomfortable, she realized that if he would ever see his home must work with him. Damn!
"Go back to bed, and in the evening for me, you can come back if you're sane," he said slyly vizier to keep her off easily.
Rose in bed, flashed the word erotic association, but allowed herself to be persuaded to leave. After all, the evening apparently can come to bother again ...
Once they are out of sight, Yago circled around the chest and sat on it.
"What about it?" He asked curiously.
"I do not know," Jafar said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's just a worthless imitation, but by the decorations in it has to be something very valuable."
"If it's a fake, at least you did not want anything, I just do not give thieves a banana," said greedy parrot.
The wizard while examining the chest and then pointed his stick on it and the subject flooded violet light and lifted him into the air.
Then, connected through the door walked into his chambers and into their secret basement room. Ark smooth sailing for him.
Yago correctly guessed that Jafar going spells, so he sat on a perch from which he could have "spectacle" of the safety monitor.
Vizier pushed into the middle of a dark room sort of like an anvil stone and chest on top of her. Antique walked moment, as if he wanted nervous.
He supplied as a confidence and sense of superiority.
Then he again pointed his stick. Eyes on the snake's head glowed red and red finish the ark began to sparkle. The flap to lock the other hand, lit up in blue, as if it had a hidden meaning, which understands only the dedication. Suddenly sticks caught fire and hit the chest, but it remained intact.
Did not alarmed him.
Jafar wordlessly walked to a big book on his desk and began to leaf through it.
"So what?" She yelled impatiently Yago.
"All the signs suggest that it is protected against opening the powerful magic that requires proper incantation," said Jafar without emotion, even though it directly burned, hated the things that he did not want to give in, and he did not rest until it did not happen .
"So yet another fiasco," Yago said, "that you do not worth it ..."
If I've had the ruby-red lamp, I'd had to deal with such details, such as incantations; no foreign magic would I could not stand, he said Jafar himself.
"We must be patient, my faithful servant. The contents of the ark certainly has enormous value when it is so well protected. "
"Hah! Similarly, there will be just another old stuff. If there was at least something to eat! "Croaked greedily Yago. Although breakfast was already behind him, but he was hungry again.
"And it is possible," said Jafar, but I did not believe it. "There may be many things. But first we must find the right spell. Ha! I found it, "pointing to a page in the book. "Here he writes about it. It says, um ... that's spell was long ago forgotten. "
"It really helps us," said Yago with a hint of sarcasm.
"But apparently some kind of oracle said about him that relates to the opening of the ark," he explained Jafar allegations in the book.
Yago been rather silent even ...
The Wizard came to the chest and said: "Chest, open up!" Unresponsive. "In the name of aqua, Gaia, ignis, aer, ether, open up!" He tried. Coffer again, nothing. The Wizard returned to the book and frowned over her forehead. "Certainly it will be something that is absolutely impossible, it would tell a complete idiot. Something very complicated, what can come only brilliant mind like mine. "
While Vizier dealt with esoteric considerations, Yago got a taste of sesame seeds. On the chest was just a representation of these plants, so why should not be full of good seeds?
Jafar walked back to the object of his investigation and said "Abracadabra! Ententýky, two blocks, Alibaba walked out of the apothecary, open up, damn it! "The chest or did not laugh, but Yago laugh almost fell off its perch." Endless Tunis, for my wife's sake, open up! "He tried Jafar again their luck. Again, to no avail. for a moment staring at the chest, as if she could perhaps open a look. "I'll go upstairs for a drink and then try again," said Jafar disgust and walked up the stone stairs to her room.
Yago knew upstairs a while to calm down, so when the vizier was out of sight, ara vzlétnul chest and circled around.
He had an empty stomach, so faithful representation of sesame stalks and leaves him irritated and attracted.
There was a magic hunger, the most powerful magic of all.
"Sesame list ..." humming Yago, "How about this: Open Sesame!"
The flap lock chests glowed emerald green and flipped up. The lid suddenly opened up a parrot completely startled. Carefully he peered inside to see if there can see some old bones, which would suggest that it's a trap. Inside, however, they were only a glass of tea leaves, stems, twigs, roots and the like. There were also several minerals and precious stones, apparently alchemical ingredients. Two more roots in the corner crouched kind of card.
Card!? So Jafar had been right after all. He thought it might be a card sesame, looking like his master.
He dared to rush inside and handed the card in its beak. He put it on the table and looked at her. Jafar exactly match the description; There was no doubt that this is the card sesame!
Yago but could not read, so he did not know that. They were on the sort of white balls, which have never seen something like a middle megilla but also completely white. And, of course, around the green stems sesame.
Jafar did not let such a valuable card just so he thought Yago greedy.
He said that for it will want an extra dose of treats. Or rather, two ...
The idea made his mouth water.
He took the card into the beak and carried her into his secret nest in the ceiling. There hid it well in order to get the spiders and other vermin, but he knew that because of the nature of magic cards can not even be sure that will not happen something unexpected, so she did not want to hide for too long.
Eventually he returned to the ark and studied what of its contents could eat. It was the same thing but unfortunately exotic raw materials, about which he knew nothing, and Jafar him many times learned that anything that does not know, can be, and are also likely to be poisonous.
Yago dissatisfied croaked. But then it occurred to no other way to treats.
"Sesame Street, shut up!" He said loudly.
The lid bins closed and latched flap. Yago sat back on his perch and waited.
When Jafar returned, he squatted down to his treasure and thoughtfully watching him.
"Jafar!" Said Ara.
"What?" He said gruffly vizier.
"What if we were arguing on the bench," said Yago. "And if I win, you give me a full bowl of sesame seeds!"
Jafar sneering smile. "And if you lose?"
Yago thought, what can Jafar offer.
"Until the end of the week I will not beg for food."
"Two weeks," Vizier would not budge.
"Two whole weeks?" Horrified Yago. "Ten days and nights!"
"True," said Jafar, convinced of the advantages of this offer. And immediately tried first:
"Oh, wonder of the world comparable with suspended gardens of Semiramis, open up!"
Coffer nothing.
"Open Sesame!" Said Yago. He shined flap and the lid popped.
Jafar looked abashed, but not angry. He was pleased that he managed to open the thing. I thought that I did once gave Yago his intelligence, so it's my doing.
Jafar vanity as it knew no bounds ...
He started taking things from the trunk and wear them on the table. Until it completely emptied, he embarked on their investigation.
"When I get those seeds!" He was hungry parrot, "I was completely rumbling in the belly!"
Jafar was not impressed with one thicker reddish root.
"This could be ..." he muttered and took him to the book. Root minute instructions from a book researched and then triumphantly exclaimed: "Yes! Yago, you know what this is? "
"Red stick, definitely poisonous," said Ara.
"That is the root of cedar," he said enthusiastically Jafar, "sacred tree, which grows only in far eastern countries. It is the only ingredient that I missed the magic, which can reliably be found in Agrabah man with a pure soul. Therefore, if anyone such may exist ... "
In today's chapter they came about mainly on their masters, but we women also get one, do not worry.
But I think that today, most excelled Yago, I love that bird. This ara is a syndrome swindle. He suffers from delusion its perfection and is incredibly crafty. Just after chow anything. I'm also such that it can understand :-)