Taking His Booty
Copyright 2012 Julianne Reyer
This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
The erotic adventures continue with:
Captain Anne Hitchcock swaggered through the bustling tavern, her heavy coat open to billow at her sides. The crowd parted as she passed, giving her nervous nods while avoiding eye contact. A burly sailor glanced over his shoulder and smiled a toothless grin at the small lacy blouse covering her breasts. He trailed his eyes down, fixing for a moment on the fat pistol in her sash, before returning to his drink with an uncomfortable cough.
Anne searched the room, her pointed, feather hat following her eyes, like an arrow looking for its target. She cursed herself for getting distracted. If she hadn’t been entangled in a tongue fight with one of the tavern wenches, she would have located him by now.