Chapter 6: Rising Action
Edgar watched as Allison addressed Jessica, her voice authoritative and unwavering. "Jessica, you will stand up straight, suck in your gut, and address me as 'Mistress Al,' is that clear?"
Jessica's face paled, as she stammered, "Yes, Mistress Al." Edgar chuckled at the sight, relishing the way Allison's dominance radiated throughout the room.
Allison continued to berate Jessica, her words harsh and unforgiving.
"You're nothing but a thick-skulled, thick-titted, worthless little slut, Jessica. You're so goddamn dumb, it's amazing you can even remember your own fucking name."
Jessica's face fell, and her breasts heaved as she sucked in a sobbing breath. She looked like she might cry, but Allison wasn't done yet.
"You're lucky I even let you in my presence, you insufferable twat.
In fact, I'm only keeping you around because you're a good fuck, but don't you ever forget who's in charge here."
Edgar watched in awe as Allison continued to tear into Jessica, the poor girl was shaking like a leaf by this point.
"Now, onto the real matter at hand," Allison said, turning her attention to Edgar. "We need to know more about the Draconians' weaknesses.
ALLISON! Come here a sec." Edgar gestured for her to join him at his perch.
"What is it, boss?" Allison trotted over with a curious look on her face.
"I want to know already. What do they hate? Their big ugly ass secrets? Show me something useful, slut. Cast a detect magic and see if they have any weaknesses hiding on them," Edgar barked, thrusting an arm toward her with a half-empty mug in his hand.
Allison rolled her eyes but complied, her small hands glowing as she waved them over him and his harem. "Nope, I don't see anything overtly useful here. But let's give Augury another try to see if we can find any tidbits."
As Allison delved into her spell book, digging through the pages with her bony fingers, Edgar eyed her with a determined gaze.
"Listen up, you dumb whores," he started, taking charge of the room like only a skilled warrior bard could. "I need all of you to get your perky tits in order! We've got to get some solid intel if we wanna stand a chance against these motherfucking Draconians."
Allison scoffed at Edgar's language choice, but he ignored her and stormed on, "Allison, I want you to cast a detect magic spell on Jessica.
Her big tits might be hiding some useful information."
Jessica blushed at the suggestion and covered her D cups with her arms, but Allison wasted no time and began casting the spell. "I don't see anything out of the ordinary," she announced after a minute, slightly disappointed.
"Don't worry, slut," Edgar reassured her, patting her on the shoulder.
"You're still useful in other ways."
Jessica's shoulders sagged in relief, and she shot him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Edgar."
"Okay, let's get back to planning," Allison interjected, bringing the group back on track. "What's our next move?"
Edgar thought for a moment before answering. "We need to infiltrate their ranks. Angela, my sweet, sultry singer, you're up."
Angela looked at him, confused.
"You want me to dress up and infilitrate a tavern in Kalaman disguised as a waitress? To fuck one of the customers and extract information from them?"
Edgar nodded. "Exactly. You can fuck them, make them believe you slept with them, and then ask for information on the Draconians.
Angela sighed. "Alright, I can do that. I'm a versatile whore."
Jessica nodded in agreement. "I'll help you pick out a sexy outfit.
Allison needed no encouragement.
"Great idea," she said, beaming. "We can get Angela all dressed up in a tight, revealing outfit that shows off her ample cleavage and massive tits. With her hair teased and curled, and a pair of fuck-me heels, the men won't be able to resist her charms."
Jessica winked at Angela. "You'll have them panting for more before you know it. But don't forget to play the part.
You're not just your looks, Angela; you're the sluttiest waitress in all of Kalaman," Allison reminded her with a sly grin.
Edgar added, "And don't forget to perform that little song you've been practicing. The one that makes me sound like a Greek god. It's bound to loosen some tongues."
Angela rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I've got it under control.
I'll make sure to get them talking and find out all the juicy details," Angela said confidently. "But for now, let's get this show on the road. I'm ready to see what kind of deviant behavior I can inspire tonight."
The group made their way out of the tavern, ready to put their plan into action. As they walked, Edgar's mind wandered to thoughts of Angela's amazing rack and how it would look as she straddled some poor unsuspecting sucker in the tavern.
He chuckled to himself, earning a curious glance from Angela. "What's so funny, Edgar?" she asked coyly. "Just imagining what a dumb bitch I am for agreeing to this ridiculous plan," he replied, smirking. "Real fucking funny, asshole," Angela shot back, playfully shoving him.
They approached the tavern where Angela was to begin her mission, and Allison handed her a small vial of potion. "Drink this before you start, and no one will be able to resist your charms," Allison instructed.
Angela smacked her lips and downed the potion, feeling a fiery warmth spread through her veins.
Edgar stroked his lute strings and began a haunting melody, giving a nod to the bard's bastardry within him.
"By-far the finest troubadour that's ever graced these lands, their praise be unto him." He swung open the tavern door, gesturing to Angela like a motherly matriarch beckoning her child to a party.
'Show 'em your best whore moves, Angela dearest,' he drawled, leering at her in a way that made her want to both claw his eyes out and kiss him.
The tavern roared with laughter and jests as Angela sashayed her way through the crowd, hips swaying as if on puppet strings. Her busty bodice was bursting with ample cleavage, threatening to spill out as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at Edgar with a smirk.
"Fuck, yeah, I love the sound of that."
The crowd parted ways for Angela as she made her way to the bar. "Who's the freshest piece of ass in town?" she purred, leaning over the counter and giving everyone a good look at her massive tits.
One fat, balding man in his forties raised his hand hesitantly, his eyes glued to Angela's chest. "I-I can be, miss. If you let me," he stuttered.
Angela laughed, her voice like a melodic instrument.
"Oh, honey, you're already in deep shit if you think you can handle this.
But you're right, I'm the freshest piece in town.
So, let's get this fucking show on the road."
The man grinned, his cheeks flushing with excitement and alcohol.
"Alright, gorgeous.
Angela smirked, leaning in closer, her breasts nearly touching the counter.
"I'll have an ale, you fat fuck.
And you're gonna tell me everything you know about the Draconians."
The man swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the other patrons.
"Not here, miss. I can't say nothin' about them in public. It's not safe."
Angela leaned in closer, her breath hot on his ear. "Then take me somewhere we can be alone, and I'll make it worth your while," she purred, her hand sneaking over to grope his crotch.
The man's eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly, standing up and leading her to a dark corner of the tavern.
As they walked, Angela sauntered, her hips swaying provocatively, and her tits jiggling enticingly.
She smirked, knowing the attention she was garnering. "Fuck me, it's hot in here," she stated, fanning herself with her hand and giving the fat man a wink.
"Yeah, it's about to get a lot hotter, honey," the man grunted, his eyes lingering on her chest.
Edgar watched from afar, his eyes narrowing as he saw the man lead Angela away. He smirked, turning to Jessica and Allison. "Well, well, well. Looks like our little songbird is about to make a new friend."
Jessica snorted, rolling her eyes.