In the morning, Lisa brought me breakfast.
We had a quickie underneath the stairs.
A few meters away, her husband was chatting with one of his food suppliers.
"By the way," I said as she rode me bareback, ass slapping against my groin, "Is there any way I can get a job in the castle? Or with one of the Windmoor aristocrats?"
"W-why?" she moaned, fondling her tits. "What are you going to do, seduce their wives?"
"Something like that."
"Y-you’re a v-very bad man."
"And you love it."
She moaned, rocking her hips against my dick.
Soon she hit her orgasm and fell on top of me, panting.
"W-well ..." she murmured. "If you need work, you might try the Job Board in the town square.
There are sometimes job postings there.
I doubt there are jobs from the castle, but you might find something from the aristocracy."
"Thanks babe."
I pulled out and had her suck me clean.
Then I went to say goodbye to Westly.
He smiled at me.
I shook his hand with fingers still wet from his wife’s pussy.
"Come back anytime," he said.
"I just might," I said with a wink. "The room service here is amazing."
It took me a while to find the Windmoor Town Square.
It had snowed during the night and the roads were slippery with sleet and ice.
I also got distracted because of all the hot babes walking around.
I saw fisherwomen, milkmaids, shopkeepers, farmer’s wives.
What I really wanted to do was chat each one up, take them home, and strip their clothes off in front of their husbands, and do all sorts of naughty things.
But I stopped myself.
Shelhana would send me to hell if she found out I was using her powers for personal reasons.
So instead of having a good time, I went straight to the town square, stopping only to ask for directions.
The Job Board was in the center of the courtyard.
I trudged through the snow and went up to it.
The board was blank.
It looked like it was made of smooth stone.
There wasn’t any writing on it.
"Are there no jobs?"
But that didn’t make sense.
A city as big as this one definitely had jobs.
"There must be some way to activate it magically."
I drummed my fist against the job board.
I kicked it.
I shouted things like "Activate, Job Board!" which didn’t accomplish anything but earned me a bunch of dirty looks from passersby.
Finally someone came up to me, wading through the snow.
It was a short guy, only four feet tall, wearing knee-high boots and with a big brown beard.
"Whoa!" I asked. "It’s my first time meeting a dwarf. This is pretty awesome."
"Um," he said. "I’m not dwarf. I’m just short."
There was an awkward silence.
"What about your nose?" I said. "It’s massive."
More awkward silence.
"Look," he said. "You can’t activate the Job Board like that."
"How do I activate it then?"
"You flash your work badge."
The dwarf man pulled a flat round sheet of steel branded with the symbol of a flying griffon.
When he brought it close to the Job Board, the board shimmered and lit up, displaying a list of job offers.
"You scroll through them like this," he said.
"Let me try."
When I reached forward to touch the board, the letters disappeared.
"It won’t work unless you have a work badge."
"I just got in the city yesterday."
"Well you’ll have to get registered if you want to work," he said.
"Unless you want to fight in the army. They’ll take anyone. They’re desperate for people to fight the Demon King."
"Will joining the army get me in the Queen’s pants?"
"What?" He looked insulted.
"Sorry, misspoke. I meant inside the Queen’s castle."
He looked at me funny.
"Of course not. The army is camped in the fields outside the city. Why would they let a common soldier into the castle?"
I scratched my head. Well there went that plan.
"Guess I need to register for a work badge then. Where do I go?"