The Oracle of the Roman Baths

In a far corner of the baths, Lydia the "naked oracle", as she was known, would sit on her stone column waiting for customers. She was a red-haired Celt who was a sooth-sayer, a fortune teller, a sage, and some said a witch. She was also a prostitute. She had an agreeable disposition and a stunning body, she was a beauty who could easily sway heads in a negotiation. It was useless chasing her away, her customers would follow. So the authorities looked the other way. Lydia told fortunes as she dispensed hand jobs, saying the visions came to her just as the clients came. Clients paid handsomely for the twin service, sexual gratification and your fortune told as well. 

Lydia only worked with two clients at a time. When she was asked why, she replied "I have two hands and time is short." Young men would come to the bathe with friends and would dare each other to go see the "witch" for a tug. There were also her regulars. Lydia had a thriving business.

 She asked the current pair of naked gentlemen for their requests and they complied, bragging they could last for hours. Lydia’s mere touch made their cocks plump and stiff. "Concentrate now, gentlemen. Think of your wishes, if you can." Lydia purred as she began stroking them with both hands. "Two men seek their fortune. They will come together. If one of them comes, the other can hold back no longer."  The young men closed their eyes and knitted their brows trying to stay in control. A few strokes more and the gentlemen were writhing against what would soon be the bursting dam, and then gasping, had lost the fight. They had come as she predicted.

The Oracle cleaned up, collected her fee and gave her predictions. The drained young men regarded the oracle and then each other, shuffling away, spent. Lydia tossed the coins into her strongbox, and prepared for the next pair.