It was nice of Chloe to say that. It happens that that was pretty much the exact same conclusion that Kiyui had come to anyway. This is his old workplace. He likes it here. He can slip back into it for a couple of days, enjoy himself and do some light investigating. And it isn’t like any of the staff here have been going missing. All the people that were reported missing were clients… and not ones that were well known to the general public.

  It was about half an hour before Tristan returned. He emerged from the room hiding in his robe and looking embarrassed. He sat down at the table swiftly and downed the drink that he had previously left.

  Chloe: “Well, did ya find anything?”

  Tristan: “Don’t know.”

  Chloe: “What d’ya mean, you don’t know?”

  Tristan: “I mean, I was distracted.”

  Olly appeared next to him, looking mildly dishevelled with a big smile on his face.

  Olly: “Have to say… genuinely impressed by that. You cum like an absolute cannon. Seriously, I could feel that right at the back of my throat. Hell… actually… can you have a look? Is it bruised?”

  He bent down in front of Tristan and opened his mouth wide. Tristan looked into his mouth with a genuine look of concern.

  Tristan: “Umm… it looks okay.”

  Olly closed his mouth and slapped Tristan on the back.

  Olly: “Ha, I’m just fucking with ya. Seriously though, you’ve got some power in that thing. Next time you’re going in the back. I wanna feel you destroy my insides.”

  Olly turned and started to walk back to the table that he was dancing on earlier. As he passed Chloe he leaned in and subtly spoke.

  Olly: “Dolly’s just giving the room one last going over.”

  And with that, he bounded off. His perky little bum cheeks bouncing on either side of his sparkling thong.

  Chloe: “Tristan, you know you didn’t have to do anything with them, right? You just needed to be naked and close together in case somebody let themselves in. You could have just talked.”

  Tristan: “I know… but… we paid them an’ everything. It felt rude not to. And he was so nice. And in all honesty… it’s been a while since anybody touched me like that. He was very good.”

  Chloe: “Yeah, well. That’s the different between a casual fling with a handmaid and an actual professional. The lad’s obviously had a lot of practice. He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

  Dolly appeared by Tristan’s side… in a sparkly thong that matched Olly’s.

  Dolly: “You ran off before I could say a proper goodbye.”

  He whispered something in Tristan’s ear before firmly planting his mouth on Tristan’s. He gave him what I can only describe as a very… thorough… kiss goodbye. As he did, he slid his hand inside Tristan’s cloak.

  Tristan has clearly made a good impression with those two. I’m not sure why. I’ve seen him naked. His genitals weren’t particularly remarkable as far as I can remember. A bit paler than normal… more foreskin than average, but the size of the penis itself seemed to be perfectly normal. So why are they both so keen to get their hands on it. I know Olly said that he ejaculates with substantial force… but… is that really a quality that is sought after? I mean… it’s not like you are trying to hit a target at the other side of a room with it.

  Dolly finally stopped kissing him and smirked.

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  Dolly: “I look forward to seeing that beautiful pasty pole of yours again. Catch ya later.”

  Dolly bounced off in much the same way that Olly had done moments ago. Tristan reached inside his cloak.

  Chloe: “The fuck did you do to those two?”

  Tristan’s hand emerged from his cloak, holding a piece of paper.

  Tristan: “I never even touched that one, I swear. He said he found this in a hidden compartment in one of the bedposts.”

  Chloe snatched it out of his hands, opened it, and looked pissed.

  Chloe: “Its blank.”

  Tristan: “Well… that’s what he found.”

  Chloe: “What use is a blank piece of paper?”

  Something about this paper is weird… it smells… odd.

  Dwynfel: “Can I have that for a second?”

  Chloe: “Sure.”

  She handed it to me and I gave it a proper sniff. And yup… that is… that is exactly what I thought it was.

  Dwynfel: “This paper smells of semen.”

  Chloe: “What?”

  Dwynfel: “I’m telling you… this paper has semen on it.”

  Kiyui arrived with fresh drinks. He had obviously noticed Tristan down his.

  Chloe: “Why the hell would the paper smell like cum?”

  Kiyui: “Invisible ink.”

  Chloe: “Fucking what?”

  Kiyui looked at me and Tristan with a look of surprise.

  Kiyui: “Oh come on, neither of you guys have ever tried it before?”

  Dwynfel: “Kiyui, what the hell are you talking about?”

  Kiyui: “Seriously?”

  Dwynfel: “Yes, seriously… just tell us.”

  Kiyui: “Invisible ink. Ya know… lemon juice, milk, cum. You can write with them. And once dry the writing will become invisible unless held near a flame. You can also reveal it by wetting the paper. But once you do that, you won’t be able to put it back without the person who the note is meant for knowing it has been tampered with.”

  Dwynfel: “And you know this how?”

  Kiyui: “Shu and Shai showed me when we were camping.”

  Dwynfel: “Of course they did. Everything happened to you when you were camping, didn’t it?”

  Kiyui: “Seriously, Dwynfel. We barely even covered the basics during the camping days. Anyway, I need to get back to the bar.”

  Kiyui gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, turned, and toddled off.

  Tristan: “That can’t be true. You can’t write with cum.”

  Dwynfel: “Trust me… he may be insane… but he doesn’t make stuff up. If he says it can be done, then it can.”

  Chloe: “Only one way to find out.”

  She pulled the candle from the centre of our table closer to her and held the note close to the flame, being careful not to accidentally set the note aflame.

  Chloe: “Well, fuck me.”

  Her eyes darted repeatedly from left to right as she read the note. She then pushed the candle back to the middle of the table and handed the paper back to Tristan.

  Chloe: “You ready for round two?”

  Tristan: “What?”

  Chloe: “I need you to put it back.”

  Tristan: “I’m nowhere near ready to go again. Besides… they’re taking somebody else into a different room right now.”

  Chloe: “You don’t have to actually do anything with them. Just get in there, put it back, then get naked and talk with them for a bit in case somebody comes in.”

  Tristan: “Being naked isn’t enough. If somebody bursts in and I’m sat there, limp as a block of butter that somebody left in the sun, they are gonna know that something’s not right.”

  Chloe: “Fuck’s sake.”

  She reached into her bag and handed him a stamina potion. She then leaned forward and aggressively whispered.

  Chloe: “The second they finish with that client, you down this, you stagger over, you demand a second round and you put the damn note back. Understand.”

  Dwynfel: “I don’t get it… why the sudden rush to put it back?”

  Chloe: “The note says “we have enough sacrifices, rendezvous point a.s.a.p.” We need this note to be in place and then we need to follow every single staff member that uses that room until one of them leads us to this rendezvous point. If they don’t get this note then we ain’t ever gonna find these fucks. This is our last chance.”

  Here they are spinning their wool into yarn.