'Some men just want to lie in your arms and fall asleep.'
'Who cares as long as they pay?' interjected the Nubian, to shrieks of amusement.
'And then your twentieth customer arrives,' intoned another. 'A soldier returning from years on campaign. The bastards always want to go at it like Priapus himself!'
The women roared with laughter.
'At the Lupanar, it's rare to see more than two or three men a night,' said Pompeia reassuringly. 'One of the perks of working in an expensive brothel. But you have to learn to be an amazing lover.'
Claudia groaned loudly. 'Performer, more like.'
Pompeia smiled in acknowledgement. 'No man must ever leave unsatisfied, or you'll get a name for being frigid.'
'And Jovina will be at your throat before the customer is out the door,' said a plump, black-haired girl.
There was a chorus of agreement from those listening.
Pompeia began to explain various sexual positions and techniques to Fabiola, and the girl's eyes widened. It seemed that Jovina had only described a small number to her.
'Use my mouth and tongue?' Fabiola screwed up her face. 'Like that?'
'The Lupanar's signature act. Men love it. So get good at it quickly,' replied Pompeia in a serious voice. 'No whores in Rome are as good as we are.'
'Make sure he is clean first,' advised the Nubian with a wink.
'Washing him can be part of your technique.'
'Sounds revolting.'
'Better get used to the idea, my child.' Pompeia took Fabiola's hand. 'Your body is no longer your own. The Lupanar owns us completely.'
Fabiola met the other's gaze with some difficulty. 'It is a lot to take in.' She would have no choice about who paid for her time and someone like Gemellus might be her first customer. Fabiola instantly decided that sex would be her job and nothing else. A way to survive. It was the brutal reality of her new profession. She thought of Romulus training as a gladiator, risking his life with little or no chance of escape. If this new life was a success, she would be able to buy his freedom one day. It was up to her.
'You're clever and beautiful.' Pompeia grinned slyly. 'Learn to pleasure a man well and you could nab a nice old senator.'
'With a house on the Palatine Hill!' added Claudia.
Fabiola nodded firmly.
The redhead smiled and squeezed her hand.
'Tell me everything I need to know.'
Pompeia resumed Fabiola's education with more details of the physical act. This time the thirteen-year-old paid even more attention.
At last Pompeia lay back in the water, luxuriating in the heat. 'That's enough for one morning,' she said, closing her eyes. 'Get cleaned up. Jovina will want you available soon.'
Fabiola's heart quickened, but she obeyed.
Soon after, Pompeia took her to try on the linen robe again. She turned the young girl round in front of a bronze mirror, then wove some flowers through her thick black hair.
'Just need a hint of perfume.' She plucked a tiny glass phial from inside her dress and handed it to Fabiola. 'This will be delicate enough.'
Fabiola lifted the bottle to her nose. 'Lovely.'
'Rose-water. A Greek sells it in the market. I'll take you there soon. Dab some on your neck and hands.'
Fabiola obeyed, enjoying the beautiful smell.
'Worth every last
Rome, 56 BC
Tarquinius tossed a copper coin at the stallholder and turned away, tearing at the crust of the small loaf. It was early afternoon and the Etruscan had not eaten since dawn. Although his stomach grumbled for more, the fresh bread would suffice until later. Tarquinius had more on his mind than hunger.
The Etruscan's mind ranged back to the last time he had seen his mentor, fourteen years before. Incredibly, Olenus had been at peace with his destiny, content that his knowledge had been safely passed on. It had been much more difficult for Tarquinius, who had battled with himself all the way to the
Tarquinius knew now that the whole experience had been part of Olenus' final lesson to him. Returning two days later to prepare a funeral pyre for the man he had loved as a father had changed him for ever. It had made him utterly determined to carry out Olenus' wishes to the letter. He was the last Etruscan haruspex.