Chapter 3-Mitsuru
As Elizabeth had once previously explained to Kotone, the Velvet Room was a realm where men and women could escape to in order to have their deepest desires satiated by young women drawn into the Room's embrace. In the broadest sense, it acted like a brothel, and if you wanted these girls, you had to pay a price. Often these prices were pretty decent compared to other sex services, but for the girls who were really to die for, they cost a pretty penny.
These girls Elizabeth took special interest in. The ones she knew could rake in a pretty penny. Those rare gems that were often found amongst the world's youth. Young women who were too jaded by life and were easily susceptible to the subtle manipulations of the Velvet Room. She quickly found that the girls from Gekkoukan high school were especially favorable and made an attempt to keep an eye on the place upon setting up shop in Port Island. A quick evaluation of the school's female student population showed that were plenty of girls to choose from, but one young woman had caught her eye at once.
Kirijo Mitsuru, heiress to the Kirijo group that pretty much built Gekkoukan from the ground up. An elegant beauty who is the pride of her school, the young woman that every female student looks up to. Calm under pressure, faithful to her friends, and totally dissatisfied with life. Though her cool façade hid it well, Mitsuru was a woman who lacked the joy one should have at her age. Having taken after control of the Kirijo group following her father's untimely demise, Mitsuru found herself stressed and pulled in so many directions. A woman torn between high school youth, and the adult world of business.
That is where Elizabeth came in. She saw a lot of potential in Mitsuru, not just for her sexual prowess, but for that hidden passion she kept hidden beneath that elegant persona she displayed to others. Some saw her as a big sister, others a role model, but Elizabeth saw who she really was-an Empress. A leader who took charge and didn't bow to anyone. The Velvet Room patron knew she was a unique addition to the Room, and was quick not to let her stray too far from her grasp. It was a decision she never regretted at all.
Speaking of the young empress, Elizabeth was walking down the narrow hall of bedrooms that belonged to the girls who worked here. Many were occupied by the girls that were servicing their clients with great vigor, already taken by the enthralling atmosphere of the Velvet Room. Kotone was being pounded against the closet door, bent over with a spry young man pumping away at her pussy at a pace she could barely match; Yukari was having the time of her life, being held between two men with a cock in her pussy and ass respectively, one thrusting in while the other pulled out and vice versa. The poor girl was delirious at this point, her eyes rolled back and tongue hanging limply from her mouth. As for Mitsuru…she was doing something not as physically strenuous as her peers.
Elizabeth stopped in front of the door with the symbol of the arcane Empress on the front and peeked inside through the little one-way window. Inside, a man clad in a fluffy white bathrobe was sitting on the bed, panting and sweating in obvious discomfort as he watched Kirijo Mitsuru work her moves on a long pole in the middle of her room. There was nothing physically holding him down, but he was being held in place by both the room's power, and Mitsuru's allure.
The young heiress was clad in nothing but a black lace bra, black stockings and a thong that was little more than a piece of string between her firm ass cheeks. Her slender body weaved around the pole like an acrobat, performing moves that would make a long time stripper jealous. All the while, she was giving her client sultry glances through the curtain of red hair in front of her eyes. This wasn't foreplay, it was teasing in the cruelest way possible. The man could look, but not touch. Not yet. Not until she said so. His erection was standing up hard between his legs and it looked like he was about to cum without even touching himself. That was how strong her sexual allure was, and knowing that she could possibly make this older man cum from her pole dancing alone made Mitsuru aroused even more.
She spun her body around the pole and grinded her pelvis along the metal rod, rubbing her moist pussy along the smooth metal and giving a soft gasp as it sent tingles through her lower body. She shook her ass in his face and spun around once more, giving her plump chest a quick shake and smirking when she saw his breath catch in his throat.
"Please…let me have you…" He groaned, his cock twitching like it had a life of its own.
Mitsuru gave a soft chuckle and stopped her dance routine, strutting over to her client until she was standing over him. Though she was close enough for him to touch, he remained where he sat, looking up at her luscious body in reverence. Seeing a man who was above her in status in the real world sit before her like a meek little virgin waiting for her to make the next move, to take command, made Mitsuru's arousal skyrocket. Unlike her fellow girlfriends in the other two rooms, she was in control here, in a manner of speaking. A slave to her lusts, but a mistress over her clients.
"Do you want me?" Mitsuru said in a soft voice, her ice cold gaze searing a hole into his head.
"Yes, I want you so badly!" He grunted, clenching his fat hands and panting heavily.
Mitsuru smirked and unclipped her bra, letting it drop to the floor and bare her firm breasts to his hungry gaze. She wanted to tease him even more, but an hour of pole dancing was enough torture for him tonight. "Then since you have been a good subject, you may partake in my body. Do as you see fit."
Even though he came at her like a hungry wolf, he didn't move until she was finished speaking. His sweaty body melded against hers like dough and he licked and sucked at her breasts and nipples like they were candy. His chubby hands grabbed at her firm asscheeks, kneading them as he bit at her tits. Mitsuru wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moved so she was sitting in his lap, rubbed his back and head as he devoured her body. To think that she would have this man slave over her body like she was life itself, even though by all rights, she was the one supposed to be servicing him. A man twice her age, succumbed to his own lusts, and eager to get on his knees before her just to get a taste of her pussy.
It was interesting. Mitsuru never put much thought into sex other than it being a biological function necessary for copulation. But in here, in this strange place, she was able to use it to manipulate men and women into being slaves to their lusts. They wanted her body, and would even kill for her sake, all to get a taste of her flesh just like this man. These thoughts ran through Mitsuru's head as she lifted herself off his lap and pushed her thong aside to make room for his cock, lowering herself onto his shaft with a sensual groan that made him grab and bite at her even more. Her body sank lower onto his cock until her pussy fully engulfed him from base to tip.
Mitsuru gave him no quarter as she began bouncing on his lap, their conjoined bodies give wet, meaty slaps that were loud in her ears as she rolled her hips on his pelvis. She clutched his face into her tits and increased the pace of her bouncing, licking her lips as she felt her client give a muffle groan into her chest. His heavy pants made her tits sweaty, and she ordered him to lick her chest clean as she slowly brought him to a hard orgasm. He didn't last very long sadly; the combination of her hard bouncing, clenching pussy muscles and soft moans was enough to make him cum in minutes. His hold on her ass tightened and he moaned into her chest as he spurted a thick wad of cum into her womb. His cock pulsated violently as it discharged its creamy load into her depths and Mitsuru settled on his lap to enjoy the feeling of getting cum in. It was such a lewd, but sinful feeling that she couldn't get enough of for as long as she lived.
Mitsuru had reached her orgasm long before they got to fucking; it was when she felt his eyes on her as she danced and she expertly hid her release well. As she caught her breath, she looked at the door, where she knew Elizabeth was watching like a peeping tom. Mitsuru didn't mind, as she was welcome to an audience to her secret life as a Velvet prostitute. She never thought that such a life would appeal to her this much, but that was the allure of this magical realm she found herself connected to. And to think that she was living this life for only a year now.
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Mitsuru was a beautiful young woman; slender with long red hair running down her back in crimson waves, with a white blouse and black skirt with matching boots. She was the epitome of elegance and control, but her private life was anything but. Between running her family's company and being the student council president, she had a lot on her shoulders, and an even bigger legacy to live up to. It was stressful, but that was the life she was born into, going out of her way to help others anyway she can.
But never in her life had she expected to be having the conversation with this strange woman. Elizabeth was her name, and she was the matron of something called the Velvet Room. After her odd introduction, Elizabeth proceeded to explain just what the Velvet Room was and why she was speaking to Mitsuru right now. And like any self-respecting woman, Mitsuru reacted as one would expect.
"Sex?! You expect me to have sex with men for money?" Mitsuru exclaimed.
"Well, not just men. We have some female clients as well. The Velvet Room does not judge." Elizabeth clarified, as if nothing was wrong with suggesting the senior to work as a prostitute.
"I don't know who do you think you are, but this is an educational institution, not some hunting ground for your sex service!" Mitsuru said firmly and marched towards Elizabeth. "Now, kindly leave the grounds before I call security on you."
Mitsuru placed a hand on Elizabeth's shoulder and suddenly the entire room spun around her. It was like she was spinning around in place for too long and her mind was unable to process the sudden disorientation. When her senses corrected themselves, she found herself no longer in the classroom, but in some kind of lounge with a deep blue motif that felt like she was underwater. Elizabeth stood in front of her, smiling as if nothing ever happened.
"W-what…" Mitsuru stammered, losing her composure momentarily.
"Welcome to the Velvet Room, Mitsuru Kirijo." Elizabeth bowed her head in greeting. "As I said before, I am Elizabeth, matron of this realm outside of normalspace."
"H-how did we get here?" She asked. "And what are you?"
"I am simply a humble manager working to maintain this lovely abode of mine. As for how we got here, I simply opened a door and walked you through it; you just didn't see or notice the door." Elizabeth's cat-like eyes glinted in a mischievous light. "I apologize for that. I had to show you the Room itself so that you could give this place a chance."
Mitsuru was about to give it to Elizabeth for practically kidnapping her, but the calming atmosphere of the lounge alone dampened her temper. Elizabeth nodded seeing that Mitsuru will be slightly more agreeable now thanks to her surroundings and went on to explain the purpose of the room.
"As I was saying, the Velvet Room is indeed a sex service of sorts, but it is also here for the benefit of the girls who work here as well. You see, here you'll find an escape from the stress of the outside world, from the problems that make your life difficult. Those who work here are taken care of properly and are well paid for their service."
"E-even still, this is prostitution, which is illegal." Mitsuru tried to argue, but Elizabeth easily countered that as well.
"Only in your world. This place is protected from prying eyes, and invisible to all but those who I allow entry into the Room." She said. "As for why I want you to work here, I know about the burdens placed upon you following your father's death."
Mitsuru flinched a bit at that, but Elizabeth places a hand on her shoulder to show her support. It wasn't odd to have some girls who had sensitive problems they were forced to deal with. Death was one of many issues that many sought escape from, and the Velvet Room was more than happy to oblige.
"The students you work with see you as a leader, but the people of your family's company demands the remainder of your precious time at all hours. To many you seem like a queen, but you are a slave to your duties and lack any freedom deserving of your station." Elizabeth waved a gloved hand at the lounge. "Here, you won't have that problem. All you need to do, is give yourself over to your base instincts and let the Velvet Room give you the rewards you deserve. Just give it a chance and you won't regret it."
Mitsuru's fogged brain tried to process all of this. What Elizabeth was basically saying was this Velvet Room, be it an actual place or some supernatural realm, was a sex service that catered to both clients and the girls themselves. It essentially was an escape from the harshness of life, a chance to get away from your problems and bury them beneath a layer of debauchery. Mitsuru considered this just running away from life instead of facing it as one should…but was that really a bad thing? She was a senior in high school, but she felt like a middle aged woman who was slowly having the life sucked out of her with each passing day. All those boring meetings and high class parties, and the constant demands of her time when she could've been better spending some time with Yukari and Fuuka.
For once, it wouldn't be too bad to forget all of that. She worked hard for both her family name and for her position as senior. It wouldn't be asking too much to let go for once and enjoy herself a little. Biting her lip, she came to a decision that she figured wouldn't affect her too much down the line.
"I'll give it a try. For now at least." She said, trying to be confident.
Elizabeth smiled, knowing that the Velvet Room had already dug its tendrils into her.
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Mitsuru didn't know what magic Elizabeth used on her to get her to actually try this, but it must've been something strong, because she had no qualms about actually selling her body for some kind of sick release. Elizabeth had given her a room of her own to service her client, but unlike the other ones, this one had a stripper pole in the middle of the room in front of the bed. Elizabeth had wanted her try something "new" and that meant being a stripper apparently. As if this wasn't embarrassing enough.
To make things worse, Mitsuru was convinced to wear some skimpy costume called high-cut armor. It was a skimpy piece of "armor" that was nothing more than an armored bra connected to a purple leather thong with matching elbow gloves and thigh high boots. Looking at herself in the mirror, she idly notes how sexy yet regal she looks. It gave her an odd thrill, seeing herself in such racy attire, yet somehow managing to still look like the queen everyone sees her to be.
'No, not queen,' Mitsuru thought. 'Empress. That's what Elizabeth called me.'
Running her hands up the length of her body, she was seconds away from touching herself when her client entered the room. He was just another fat cat with so much many he rarely had to do anything strenuous, adding to his chubby form. He wasn't too ugly, and he had enough bulk to make things a little pleasant for her in the long run. But instead of moving to kiss her or touch her, he sat on the bed in nothing but a bathrobe and watched her move around, eyes roaming over her scantily clad form, but not doing anything else.
Almost instinctively, Mitsuru strutted over to the pole, gripping it tightly and just going with the flow. She didn't know what to do, but she had an idea of how to dance for him, grinding against the pole, rubbing her body along its length, shaking her thong clad ass in his direction. It wasn't that hard to get the hang of, all she had to do was draw attention to her assets-and it was working. Her client sat on the bed, his erection very prominent right now, watching her body twist and gyrate around the pole, her slender form moving like water under the serene light of the room. The air was thick and heavy, and both man and woman were feeling the effects of their combined arousal.
It was very arousing to Mitsuru to have this man lust for her, but be unable to do anything. He may be her equal or superior in the outside world, but in here, she had the power. As a woman, she had the power of lust at her disposal, capable of many great or evil things depending on who used it. It was a tool that she used to great effect, letting him see her in all her glory; lust for her, beg for her. When she started shaking her firm ass cheeks in his direction, the man's self control started to wane and he began stroking his cock a little to relieve the tension.
"I didn't say you could touch yourself." She said sharply, her empress persona taking over. The cold glare in her eyes was enough to make him freeze, then take his hand away from his cock. She turned to fully face him, and unclipped her bra, letting it drop to her feet and baring her breasts to him. "You sit and watch. Anything else, and you're out of here."
He nodded eagerly and she walked over to him slowly, swaying her hips in a fashion that drove him crazy. She got on her knees and began giving his dick slow, tentative licks that made it twitch. Her gloved hands lightly fondled his balls, her warm breath tickled the insides of his thighs. She kept her smoldering gaze on him as she licked his head and pushed it past her lips to engulf it into her mouth. She sucked as she pulled back and when she took him in again, she swallowed more of him.
She did this for a few times before pulling back and leaning up to entrap his member in her cleavage, pressing her breasts together and began to pump his shaft with his tits, leaning her head down to lick and suck at the few inches that her breasts couldn't cover. Her client groaned in tandem with her loud slurps and sucks, making sure to put as much pressure on his cock as possible. This was her first time, but that show she gave him earlier led to his climax rushing to the front a lot quicker than normal. She heard him grunt and felt his cock twitch in her cleavage as it shot a huge wave of cum into her face and neck.
Mitsuru leaned back and drank up some of his thick seed before pulling back and letting the rest splatter on her breasts. She made sure that both of her succulent orbs were coated entirely, and she made a show of swallowing what was in her mouth, audibly gulping the slimy liquid down and moaning as it oozed down her throat. She looked up at him and smiled at his star struck expression.
"Lay down." She ordered and he immediately obeyed her command. She climbed up onto the bed, hovering over him as she moved her thong to the side and gripped his still hard erection, coated in her spit. She rubbed his head against her opening, biting her lip as she pressed down hard enough for the fat head to split her folds open. Mitsuru stared straight at him as she sank down on his length, not making too much of a show of taking his fat cock into her pussy. It felt so good, but she had to maintain that show of strength and control, keep that spell she has over him going. Which wasn't so hard considering her was moaning and grunting at her tight pussy sucking in his dick.
Once she settled on his lap and rolled her hips to get her juices flowing (and to further torture him) Mitsuru started to lightly bounce on his cock, making sure to tighten her lower muscles each time she pushed herself up. Again, her client was only allowed to watch and caress her sweaty thighs, but not to take active part in their activities. Her face was almost as red as her hair as she heard obscene wet sounds coming from her soaking pussy. She licked her lips and increased her bouncing, making sure to tighten her hold on his cock even more.
She heard his groans get louder, her pants deepen from her exertion and the faint claps of her ass atop his thighs each time she danced on his shaft. Something told her to look behind her and she did, seeing her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. She looked like such a different person, impaling herself on some stranger's cock, her body coated in a light sheen of sweat, cum still coating her chest, her leg and ass muscles clenching each time she went down on him. The sight of her looking like a sex goddess instead of the respectable woman she considered herself to be was enough to bring her to an unexpected climax that nearly made her black out from the force of it.
Her orgasm caused a chain reaction that also brought about her client's release, with her silent permission; he gripped her plump ass and slammed her down entirely on his cock just as it started to spew a larger load of cum into her wet depths. Mitsuru bit her lip and rocked back and forth on his lap, causing his seed to rush into her faster. Feeling another man's cum defile her insides was a euphoric feeling that brought her to another orgasm, a smaller one that had her shuddering in response. She glanced down at the man who had the honor of giving her his cum and saw his face slack jawed and staring at the ceiling in exhaustion, finally relieved to have his release. Did he really think he was done with her?
"Don't look so relieved," She said, smiling coldly as she started pumping herself on his hardening cock once again. "I don't recall giving you permission to cum like that without warning. For that insult, you'll be punished severely."
The implications of her words registered quickly in the man's mind and he gulped as he realized that his wallet will be flat and empty by the time this was over. Mitsuru looked so regal and in control on top of him, the deep indigo lights outlining her slender form sitting on his cock, bringing his erection back to full length inside her. She wasn't going to let him go until he was begging for mercy.
"It's time for your execution!"
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Elizabeth remembered that Mitsuru had smiled that poor man for all of his seed and his money. Not that she was complaining, not all girls were like Kotone and Yukari, who adhere to the wishes of their clients. Mitsuru was an empress and the Velvet Room granted her wish of being in true control for once, and when she found that freedom, the young heiress found it hard to leave this place alone. Elizabeth smiled at the young woman, knowing that she was a slave to her passions, no matter how many times she would say otherwise.
"Speaking of Mitsuru," Elizabeth muttered. "I wonder how Margaret is doing in Inaba. I hope her business is doing just as fine as mine over here."