A/N- Thirty chapters in and we finally get a little smut, except it's purely for educational purposes and barely counts. No, I will not apologize.

"So who's Beau?"

With unzipped pants half way over his ass, Kid froze, wild glare finding it's way to the naked woman lounging on her side. A flush from prior exertion decorated tanned skin, and she rose curious brows at her client as he felt himself pale before her. It wasn't even their second day on this fucking island and already he wanted to get as far away as possible, seventeen days now feeling like a life sentence. Rolling her eyes, the dark haired woman propped herself up by the elbow and rested free hand on her hip, shaking her head at the sight of Eustass Kid staring aimlessly in her direction akin to startled deer when flashed with a bright light.

"Oh come off it, you're not the only man that cries out someone else's name. Hell, some of you even ask us to play along" She offered nonchalantly, in no rush to kick the man out as each minute was money.

He didn't- Did he? He must've. Alright, this woman had to die, there was no other way- Except killing prostitutes was a good way to get banned from every other establishment as soon as word spread, and spread it would. He couldn't kill her, could he threaten her? No, second verse same as the first, they'd all be barred. Aware of eyes that scanned him critically despite his frozen stature, Kid hurried to finish the task of re-dressing and cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Not a fucking word, you hear me?" He snarled, careful to control the bite and toe the line between rudeness and proper threat. A knowing smirk spread across recent lay's face, and to his horror she guessed-

"Oh, she doesn't know, does she..." Startled choking confirmed her assessment, grinning like a cat in the cream as the taller man slowly lost his grip on cherished facade, "So what's the deal? She not on your ship?"

It wasn't as if she didn't know already, after all they did receive the newspaper, but something about watching this notoriously unshakeable and dangerous man sputter to cover his blunder was... Dare she say, heartwarming? Charming? Something like that. At the very least it was absolutely entertaining.

"She is, just-" He caught himself, nearly divulging far more than he'd ever be willing to admit out loud in order to preserve face before a stranger, "None of your fucking business"

"Hmm? 'Just' what?" The nosy wench prodded, ignoring Kid's dismissal in favor of playing with her food a little longer.

Feeling like helpless prey in a situation he was utterly unprepared for, the flustered pirate fought the urge to bolt out the door and never return, stopped only by the worry that this woman would talk and spread his shame. Damn her, cunning bitch, this kind of shit was exactly why he wouldn't trust them in his private quarters, always looking for the next piece of gossip or blackmail in the hopes of silencing payment. What would be worse? Humoring her for a bit until she got bored and then paying her to shut up, or being known as the man who ran after crying out a crew-mate's name?

"What the fuck do women even like, anyways?" He grizzled, settling for the lesser of two evils though he refused to answer her directly.

"Is that your problem?" She chuckled, flipping the question back at him once more though a low growl of frustration warned her to ease up, "We all like different things, but, there's ways to figure out what makes your partner tick. I can show you, if you'd like"

"Yeah? and what's in it for you?"

"Money, mostly. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't weak for tough guys with a secret soft side"

"Ha?"

"Oh come on, if you weren't at least a little sweet you wouldn't be worrying so much about making your little darling feel good too," She pointed out, pleased with the pout it earned her, "You'd just treat her the same as the rest of us and flop around for a while"

"Hn- Flop around?" He repeated, the description wounding him more than he cared to admit.

"Have you ever seen a flailing fish? You know, when they're pulled out of the water and awkwardly slap themselves along the groun-"

"Just tell me what the fuck to do already!" Kid finally snapped, heat tinting his cheeks as the woman of superior experience continued to criticize prior efforts.

"Well you can start by giving me a back rub," She all but demanded, turning to lay on her belly, "I'm Paisley, by the way"

"I ain't paying you to fuck around, bitch, a back rub? Are you serious?"

"What, you think foreplay is like turning on a tap? Twist a nipple and get her wet? Sorry big guy, but it sounds like you've got a lot to learn"

Swallowing a string of curses, Kid gave in, stomping his way back to sit at bed's edge and roughly kneading at Paisley's exposed shoulders, attempting to replicate his mind's eye's version of a massage as he awkwardly pinched and groped her flesh. Barely a minute into his efforts and the woman below him was sighing- Though not in the way he'd hoped to hear, disappointment evident on her breath as she tilted her head to look at him.

"Alright, stop- I have to ask. Have you ever given someone a massage before?"

"No? Why the hell would I?" He frowned.

"Never mind, just- Ok. Have you ever polished a counter or cleaned a window? Y'know, with long, steady motions and even pressure? Try treating it more like that" She instructed.

Alright, he could do that. Taking her for her word, Kid spat a glob of saliva onto the horrified woman's back, surprised when she turned to shriek at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"YOU SAID TO CLEAN IT LIKE A COUNTER! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

"THAT'S HOW YOU CLEAN THINGS?!" She yelled back in protest, yanking his coat up off the floor and using it to wipe her back dry, much to it's owner's chagrin.

"Fuck it! This was a dumb idea," He declared, fishing through his pockets for various bills and slapping them on her bedside table, "Keep the change"

"Are you serious? Giving up already?"

"I'll sort it out myself," Came disgruntled mutter, furred coat yanked away from uninvited borrower, "I don't need your fuckin' help."

"Yes yes, I know. You're a big tough bastard and could burn this whole island to the ground. Look honey, it's easy to kill in the streets, but killing it in the sheets is a whole other story, so get your big boy panties on and put your nose to the grindstone- Unless you're too much of a coward to learn what a clitoris is?"

Oh now she'd done it. This wasn't just a matter of necessity anymore, it was a matter of pride. Dropping his coat back to the floor in a heap, Kid kicked off his boots and glared murder down at the devious woman that thought it wise to turn their little 'situation' into a challenge, lips curling into an unimpressed scowl as she simply grinned back up at him, knowing she was getting her way after all.

"Alright bitch, do your fuckin' worst."

Sipping chilled juice at the crew's new watering hole, Beau watched the venue's back door near religiously, confused as to why the Captain had yet to return despite the presence of all bar Killer. The place itself wasn't too bad, chosen mainly due to it's place as the closest bar to shore, long deprived men complaining that a riot was inevitable if they were denied this first stop. With a name such as 'Port-side Pleasures' there was sure to be women for hire, though the half Mink hadn't expected to see them mingling around the main floor to pick up customers. With Whiskey Cream as her only other frame of reference, their way of doing things seemed strange and out of place, though she supposed it was unfair to judge based on their first visit alone.

"Need anythin' else there, Sugar?" Asked one such lady, wide hips posed at a slant as she rested a palm on one of the crew's tables.

Despite the green haired woman's attention being obviously centered on Wire, the only man among them who'd yet to pair off with someone during their group's visit, Beau found herself unintentionally staring at the way she flirted, confident smile bowing painted lips at the edges as intelligent eyes sized up the man she spoke to, long silky locks falling past her face only to be brushed back past her shoulders with the flick of a wrist. Turned down by the taller man, the unnamed woman turned to leave, unaware of the set of bright and curious eyes that continued to follow her as she approached a different table.

"Earth to Munchkin, hellooooo?" Broc sang out, waving his hand in front of Beau's face as she momentarily blinked back to the present.

"Hm?" She asked, turning her face towards the source of movement though unruly gaze wandered back to prior placement.

"Cut her some slack, Veg- poor thing's probably boiling. Sucks we're stuck on another Summer island, but at least it's one of the cooler times of year, right? Better than baking to a crisp" Sunnie cut in, ruffling the distracted woman's hair.

Deep in thought after her subject of interest's disappearance, she had no response to give, simply sipping idly at her slowly warming drink as several disjointed ideas ticked away in her head. What was that lady's name? She seemed friendly, but the Captain always said that friendly strangers wanted something from you, usually money. It made sense, this was where she worked and being nice would attract more customers, but Beau still thought the stranger to be appealing in a way that brought fresh flush upon her cheeks. What was this? It was a similar internal sensation to those caused by the Captain's presence, albeit to a lesser extent, and the little woman found herself watching various other ladies for hire throughout their stay, observing the way they flirted and giggled, the way some of them would group together away from customers to share what Beau could only assume to be secrets, the way hairdos bounced along behind them or swayed with each step.

Picking up on their guest's lingering stares, a pair of employees sauntered their way over, arm in arm as an obvious display of closeness. Beau simply blinked at their greeting, assuming their target to be one of the men surrounding her, before pointing towards herself and cocking her head to the side to ask-

"Oh, m-me?"

"Yes you, silly billy. You've been eyeing all us girls up for hours now- You know we don't bite, right?" Chuckled the taller of the duo, bright blue eyes denoting amusement as the beastwoman's blush deepened.

"Ah- I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to be rude, I just- Well-" She frowned, unable to complete her excuse. Now that she thought about it, why had she been watching them so intently?

"Ain't rude in the slightest darlin', oglin's what we're here for. Although, you could always buy a bit of our time if you're feelin' so inclined" Piped up the second woman, offering a sly wink.

Wire choked on his drink, drawing attention to himself on accident as he attempted to cough up inhaled liquor, awkward tension among the group of observers broken enough for Heat to speak up and say-

"I don't really think that's a good idea"

"And why not?" Pouted the first woman, clearly feigning hurt as spare hand rested at her hip, shorter companion nodding in agreement to her friend's question.

"I'm sorry for staring so much, I really am, but I don't like doing those kinds of things- A-and I don't really know how to do them with a girl" Beau admitted, cheeks still flush though brown ears drooped in apology as she let them down.

"Naw, well that's too bad. Give us a wave if you change yer mind darlin', I'm sure we could teach you a thing or two~" The second one conceded, offering the little woman a flirty wave as both her and her friend sauntered off once more.

Innocently returning the giddy woman's wave, Beau turned back to her drink, pausing with the straw in her mouth after noticing several pairs of eyes watching her curiously from across the table.

"U-umm, do you- Do you need something?" She asked, feeling the heat of scrutinizing stares, though Summer's climate could also be to blame.

"So you're interested in girls, mon chaton?" Questioned Rocco, an awkward cough or two provided by fellow crewmates as he spoke.

"Hmm..." She hummed, allowing herself another sip of lukewarm pineapple, "I just think they're really pretty"

"That they are, Sweets, that they are..." Sighed Sunnie, mellowing further as hours of indulgence dulled his senses.

Being back on track in terms of climbing bounties and progressing through the new world was all well and good, but it wouldn't bring them any closer to their true goal without the third essential component- Information. With their latest island being one of established society and traceable heritage, records and long forgotten texts were once again the object of Killer's focus. Making his way towards the governing family's estate, hidden eyes scanned the surrounding town as both housing and commerce grew more opulent, the rich situating themselves as close to each other as their over inflated heads would allow, safety in numbers against the poor as they applauded each other for unnecessary displays of grandeur.

Taking notice of a large, well built library, he decided the home of those in charge could wait- The intricate marble building gave off an aura of importance that outshone it's neighboring homes and establishments, promising contents of equal importance within white stone walls. Neither librarian seemed willing to stop him upon entry, though he felt their gazes following with suspicion as he perused the shelves, hushed whispers shared between them as they argued over what to do. Paying no mind to their disdain, Killer busied himself with inspecting the building's layout, taking in details beyond the ordinary selection of books on display though acting as if their spines had his attention. Large, sturdy buildings weren't built for the sake of sharing old romance novels with your neighbors, and at the sudden change of density below heavy boots, he knew well trained suspicions to be correct.

Passing by this particular shelf several times while selecting various books, he measured the hollower floor with calculated steps, assessing the size of the opening below thinly layered carpeting and taking a guess as to it's material composition. The lack of subtle bend or creak denied wooden nature, and with stone as the building's common flooring he surmised the door was most likely metal, a common choice for those with something to protect or hide. Satisfied with his discoveries for the time being, he followed through with the guise of avid novelist, approaching the main desk and placing his selection of books before paling librarians.

"W-welcome to the Sunspot Island Library, Sir. Books are available on loan f-for one week at a time in exchange for a s-small donation, though I'm afraid th-the limit is three per person..." Greeted the braver of the duo, tidy bowl cut sticking to pale forehead as he continued to sweat.

"Oh, I'm very sorry then- Just these three please. Would you like me to return the other one to it's shelf?" Their masked client asked as he retrieved required sum, polite tone somehow more nerve wracking than if he'd simply spat the way people of his ilk were expected to.

"N-no, thank you, we can take care of that- Here's y-your receipt, have a wonderful day" The young man nearly honked out, throat tighter than a knot as his heart lept against it.

With hastily scrawled and stamped receipt in his pocket, Killer finally turned away from the richer part of town, glad to be free from the all too sterile air that such communities cultivated with their accumulated wealth, small pile of books tucked under his arm as the masked man quietly made his way back towards the ship. No use trying to find whatever bar his comrades had wandered off to, he was better off settling for a quick home made dinner and a drink from personal stash, perhaps he'd even thumb through one of his newly acquired books. Filling Kid in could wait till morning, he never was sober enough for such things after the first night on populated land, and he didn't fancy hearing about whatever nonsense the redhead's poison pickled brain had come up with in another drunken fit of inspiration.

Having cupboards well stocked with various forms of tea was proving to be quite a treat, allowing the indulgence of a warm beverage in the evening without condemning himself to less than six hours of sleep as caffeine gnawed at restless mind, and so the blonde found himself foregoing stiff liquor and brewing preferred herbal mixture, glancing through the blurbs written on the back end of each book laid out on well worn kitchen table. As expected, various remixes of the usual romantic storytelling formula, each telling the same tale from a slightly different point of view. Not to worry, their purpose was that of supported facade, so dragging his eyes through yellowed pages was thankfully unnecessary. Mug cooling beside rejected literature, he twiddled reusable straw between strong fingers, idly allowing his mind to wander as fresh boiled beverage cooled to appropriate temperature.

"Killer?" Inquired familiar voice, green eyes peering in through the half open door.

"Oh- Good evening, Beau. You're home earlier than I thought, is everything alright?"

"Hm? No, nothing's wrong, I just wanted to come home so Steak came back with me. Everyone else is still there though" She explained, making her way into the Kitchen proper at the inviting smell of peppermint.

"Steak brought you home? What about Kid?" Inquired masked companion, quickly pouring a second mugful and dropping in a sugar cube to meet well known preference.

"Th-the Captain's still busy" Beau answered as she sat, cheeks lightly puffed though small pout was washed away by sweetened tea.

"I see..." How strange, he wasn't known to dawdle or pay for pillow talk, "Is that why you wanted to come home so early?"

"It's just really tiring to be around so many strangers again... I'm used to everyone here, so I know it's safe, but it's still a lot of voices and faces I don't know, and I think- I-I know it sounds silly, but it feels like being in water, I get all exhausted and heavy"

"That's not silly at all, it's quite normal actually. Social fatigue is the term you're looking for, I believe" Killer offered in response, sipping at his own drink through bent straw.

"So other people can get tired by spending time around strangers, too?" It sounded hopeful, surprised.

"Of course, everyone's tolerance for social gatherings is different, and some change over time, but it's entirely normal. It's up to each individual to manage themselves and know their limits, so I'm glad you asked to leave. You did the right thing" Reassuring praise was accompanied by a pat to the head, his usual way of offering physical comfort alongside spoken truth.

Satisfied with given reassurance, Beau allowed silence to reign once more, gently blowing into her mug between small sips in an effort to cool steaming drink. With nothing else to look at, green eyes were soon drawn to the books that lay rejected between them, head cocking slightly in an attempt to read upside down text.

"You're more than welcome to read them, if you like"

"Really?" Perked ears betrayed genuine enthusiasm, Killer simply pushing the stack her way in confirmation.

"They're only ours for a week, but they're rather light reading, so I'm sure you'll be able to finish them if they tickle your fancy"

Denying her need to express gratitude, Killer watched her immediately open the book at stack's top, diving into promised story without delay aside from the occasional sip of mostly forgotten drink. As normal as it was for her body language to betray general emotion, watching the way she reacted while reading proved to be oddly endearing, ears shifting between drooped or perked positions depending on whatever the page conveyed, an occasional huff through her nose accompanying grouchy squints of disagreement or displeasure as things assuredly turned sour. It seemed that, for all the reservations she held over properly expressing herself, she had no practice in doing so while distracted, written words drawing in enough focus to where usual defenses were dismissed.

Rising to clear away the small amount of evening's dishes, the blonde stretched, eyes wandering towards the kitchen clock and bidding masked brows raise in surprise for the day was long over. One in the morning wasn't an unusual time to find himself still awake, though a glance towards Beau confirmed the opposite for her. Engrossed in borrowed book as she was, the droop of tired eyes couldn't be denied, and so once all dishes were cleared and placed away, a hand atop brown head gained surprised attention.

"You can take them to bed with you, if you'd like- It's getting rather late"

Beau's own glance at the clock drew a gasp, and she stretched in her seat before accepting kindest offer, promising to take good care of all three books before bunting her head against precious friend's arm and retiring for the night. Alone with his thoughts once more, Killer decided to busy himself with a quick stock take of the walk in freezer, aware there were several things their previous island had lacked though unsure exactly how many essentials that included. Barely half an hour into chosen task, the unmistakable sounds of squabbling and off tune singing warned of crew's return, and he kept an ear out for anyone- Namely Fletch- Who may have decided to drunkenly wander into his domain in search of ill gotten snack. Thankfully no such mistakes were made, and so he was left in peace to finish the chore while drunken companions staggered off to bed.

Very few times had Eustass Kid been quite so drunk, and were he not presently in such a state, he may have been able to list them individually on one hand. Damn that stupid woman, it was her fault for pissing him off and making him act like a right idiot, cow towing to every little instruction she barked in order to 'help' him. What kinda help was this? If the bitch wasn't lording it over his head, he could've just killed her by now. Stars he wished he could just kill her. It made him laugh, coming out as more of an aggressive bark and startling several other patrons as those closest to him were well accustomed to such outbursts- How ridiculous was it that he could kill almost anyone he wanted without a second thought, and yet prostitutes were always the exception? Years of putting up with bastards like himself had helped them grow cunning, and now even the meanest pirate crews out there knew where to draw the line, or risk losing the services of all brothels on any island within snail's distance as news spread faster than a rash. For a lone individual that might not matter, but it was hard to control a crew full of men who lost access by association, and thus the system of security worked as intended.

Knocking back the rest of his drink, he hissed at the feeling of alcohol evaporating in his throat, exhaling a groan out through his nostrils as he glared towards the counter. Should he? Yeah, why the hell not, it's not like he had to worry about losing drunken temper around his little lady, she'd left before that scheming bitch had given him a chance to escape. Signalling for another round, he caught the eye of another patron on accident as amber eyes scanned the thinning crowd, immediately shooting stern glare their way as the stranger visibly bristled.

"Th' fuck you lookin' at?" He slurred out, pleased by the hurried way his victim paid and rushed for the door.

With yet another drink in hand, Kid allowed himself to resume sulking, lulled by the boisterous antics of his crew as he indulged in gulp after gulp of- At this point, he honestly wasn't sure what he'd been drinking, nor did he really care as it got the job done and the taste was all but lost on numbed taste buds. Unruly thoughts wandered once more to the fact that Beau wasn't on his lap, and he found himself wondering what kind of juice she might've had, after all she did always offer him a taste...

Finally, those in charge of dispensing the poison gave final call, and a horde of drunken customers were shepherded out through closing doors. Stumbling his way back up the boardwalk among less intoxicated friends, the redhead staggered towards the back of his ship with sleep in mind, fumbling with the doorknob for a moment before managing to enter familiar quarters. Coat discarded to the floor and goggles tossed atop them, he turned towards his bed and froze- Beau was already asleep, of course she was, laying on her belly with pillow tucked under her chin, dressed in gifted shirt with a book open on the bed in front of her, though his mind paid little attention to that as he stared unabashedly at exposed rump, traitorous tail twitching and bunching the fabric up towards it's base, as if inviting him to reach out and give soft flesh a squeeze.

He could do whatever he wanted, and there was no way for her to stop him. Drunk as he was, the thought jolted him out of unblinking trance, and he fought with himself internally over what to do. She was right there, bare below a thin, old T-shirt, resting so peacefully in the bed of a monster like himself as if he wouldn't just devour her on sight- And yet he held himself back, fists tensing as he pried his eyes away and drunkenly stumbled for the door, hazily reminding himself of promises made and of the fact that she didn't deserve that, no matter how badly he wanted it. Feet moving on their own through some undeserved blessing, he found himself outside Killer's door, opening without a knock and finding the room dark and empty. That was fine, he thought, before staggering forwards and collapsing face first on his best friend's bed.

Loud pounding assaulted him as he woke, and as he attempted to groan a bark for the intruder to piss off, it occurred to him that the noise came from inside his own skull. Before the headache could fully manifest, a hand extended near his face with a glass of lifesaving water, and he sluggishly pushed up to a seated position, snatching the glass away from offering hand and gulping the contents greedily despite the bitter taste.

"Tastes like shit" He growled out, lacking the energy to argue as emptied vessel was taken from him.

"It had one of Beau's tinctures mixed into it, give it a few minutes to kick in" Replied the room's owner.

Amber eyes glanced up to confirm that indeed, it was Killer that he'd woken up to, prior night's haze of memories reminding him of just how he'd ended up here as he ran his hands down tired face. His friend seemed content to remain silent for the time being, it wouldn't be the first instance of finding himself here, but it'd sure been a while, and prior times involved illness and Kid's own lack of cooperation with Smock's tending. If he could think that far while wrestling his newest hangover, then he was sure Killer pondered the same topic as he simply sat at his desk and waited.

"I uhh-"

"I know," Cut in currently unmasked friend, "I poked my head into your room after I found you here, though I do wish you'd at least covered her before you left"

Fresh embarrassment rose to warm Kid's cheeks, coughing on his own dry swallow. A better glance at oldest friend revealed darkened bags under his eyes, and an inkling of guilt settled alongside alcohol's residual nausea.

"I told her you were too drunk, in case you're wondering. That I needed to watch you in case you threw up and choked to death"

"Thanks, that sounds disgustin'..." Responded the hungover pirate with a roll of half squinted eyes.

"You're welcome" Was his nonchalant acceptance of received snark.

"So did you find anythin'? Or did you just fuck around town all day?"

Straight back to business, of course. It was impossible to keep Kid down for long, especially with the promise of progress resting just outside his reach. resting one elbow against his desk, Killer spent the next half hour filling his Captain in on the town's general layout, as well as his hunches surrounding it's overly opulent library. If the hidden door's make up really was some kind of metal, then moving it wouldn't be a problem, and the carpet above probably wasn't glued or tacked in place to allow those in charge entry when necessary. All they'd have to do was find a good time to sneak in, and an excuse to spend time there in the first place. Of course, Kid wasn't opposed to simply killing the two librarians keeping watch and helping himself to hidden secrets, but keeping things peaceful was easier... Sometimes. So he'd indulge Killer's way of doing things for now, and resort to his own preferred methods should the situation change.

Content with given findings, Kid forced himself to stand, dire need for a shower luring him back towards his own quarters. Most of his men had already wandered off for the day, so his shuffle across top deck went without snarky remark, and he wondered how drunk he must've been to stay down and out for almost an entire day. Finding Beau in near the same position as he'd left her gave him pause, though she rolled over to face him at the noise and immediately rushed to check him with her own two hands.

"Are you alright? Killer said you were so drunk you might choke, does your belly hurt?" She questioned, beginning to run through every possible ailment she could think of as she pressed furred ear to his middle and listened.

"I'm good, calm your shit," He grizzled, though no attempt was made to stop her, "You need the bathroom at all? I'm gonna hit the shower"

A shake of her head conceded bathroom's dominion, and he stretched as he entered the cooler space, grateful she chose not to follow this time as he went about washing off the rest of his hangover. Damn that woman, he'd just avoid her altogether and hire someone else tonight, no way in hell was he paying for more of her sadistic torture.

The woman below him sighed, exactly the way he'd hoped she would as he continued caressing her insides, curling his fingers with each removal to press against areas he knew she enjoyed. After a few more shaky breaths he felt her walls clench around thick digits, finally managing to please her as a high pitched gasp let him know he'd done well.

"So can I get my dick wet now or what?" He growled out, wasting no time in kicking off his pants after hastily wiping his fingers on spotted fabric.

"Holy shit, give a woman a minute to bask in it, it won't kill you" Paisley complained in return, breath returning to a regular pace as she rolled herself over.

For the past few days now, this had been the routine- Do well with whatever nonsense she instructed, and if he managed to pleasure her, she'd only charge him for however long it took Kid to please himself afterwards. He'd fully intended to hire someone else and avoid the whole situation, but the instant he was alone with the other girl, she'd given him the exact same treatment and made it known that the entire whorehouse would be on his ass about it. If he was going to struggle through this nonsense for a lay, then he'd rather just deal with the first girl. Screw going through that same song and dance with every single person employed here.

With Paisley on her knees at the edge of the bed, Kid helped himself to provided protection and finally got to throw his stress out the window for a few blissful minutes, one hand stuck firmly to her hip while the other buried itself in her hair, pushing her forwards and into the mattress as he plowed her without restraint. If only she were a tiny bit smaller, hair a little curlier, cries a little higher in pitch... Of course, this was part of the routine now too, picturing the oblivious object of his affections as he relentlessly buried himself inside the woman he'd hired. Flipping her over, he pulled her forwards until her rear fell off bed's edge, pushing her knees up to rest by her face and damn near bending her in half, though days of experience with her removed any concern surrounding her ability to take such a position. Once again he set personal pace, eyes trained on bouncing breasts that were just about the same size as his woman's, and he bent forwards to take a perked nipple between his lips in the more teasing manner Paisley had taught him, supporting his weight on muscled arms as he palmed the backs of her thighs. Releasing the moistened nub from his mouth, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts as he felt himself nearing sweet release, growling out Beau's name near unintelligibly as he filled the thin plastic covering that prevented any unwanted mistakes.

"Ok, you're done, up you get" His partner ordered, still catching her breath as Kid finally allowed her to rest, though a wide catlike grin dispelled any hint of genuine annoyance.

"Stars I wish I could fucking kill you..." He panted in response. Damn her, was this because he rushed her earlier?

Whatever the reason, it didn't change the fact that if Kid wasn't careful, this whole damn whorehouse was going to milk both him and his wallet dry, leaving behind nothing but a tired husk behind. He thought on his initial assessment of the island and huffed through his nose in near silent amusement, discarding used condom in the provided trash can. Seventeen days on this island really was turning out to be a life sentence.

A/N- Oof, sorry for the delay on this one, got a little side tracked on the physical end of things. Life can't hold me back from senseless indulgence for too long though, so here we are.