A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot, but then it got way too long so I broke it into two parts. Part One handles the actual steamy/kinky scenes and Part Two deals with the fallout...with more kinky/steamy scenes. I know a lot of people don't read Tecna fics and only come on this site to read Flora or Stella fics, but I hope y'all make an exception for me :) Please let me know how you like it in the reviews!
The Logical Choice Is Pleasure
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Mirta fidgeted with the tie of her cloak, her eyes concerned and skeptical. She only had Tecna's best interest at heart, which Tecna could appreciate. But her mind was made up. She was doing this.
"Absolutely."
Mirta nodded, stepped up to the peeling door, and knocked three times. Her tiny fists barely made an echo against the massive metal structure. How could anyone hear their plea for entry?
A moment later, the door creaked open, scattering rust particles in the air. A man the size of a small hovercraft glared down at them through hooded eyes. Mirta took her identification out of her pocket and showed it to the man, who only grunted and jerked his head back inside the dark, musty building.
The floors were concrete, scuffed and sticky under Tecna's boots. She wasn't dressed for this, she realized quickly, scanning the dingy material lining the walls, the heavy black silk covering the iron-barred windows. Tecna kept her head down and followed Mirta through a narrow hallway. Of course, this was not the original structure of the house. Surely, these walls were modified to create the intimate, desired layout, including the booth at the end.
Beside the booth were two doors. Behind those doors was freedom. At the booth sat a leather-clad hostess. She snapped chewing gum between bright red lips and eyed Mirta and Tecna with obvious suspicion.
"My name's Mirta. I'm Lucy's friend," Mirta said in her usual, timid cadence.
The hostess arched one severe, dark brow. There was a piercing in that brow. And her other. And her nose. And her sternum.
She caught Tecna staring, then glared. "What do you want?"
Mirta fidgeted, looked at Tecna nervously. She wasn't ready to be asked questions. She's embarrassed, Tecna realized with a shock of clarity. Strange, to be embarrassed when this was Mirta's idea in the first place.
Come with me, she had said with those innocently wide eyes. I've got a friend who works Downtown who can solve your problem.
The hostess sighed, pinched her pierced brow. "Listen, girls, if you're going to waste my time - "
"I am interested in your services," Tecna cut her off, getting straight to the point. No use wasting time with silly doubts or emotions. She had made it all the way here. It was too late to back out...unless the hostess kicked her out.
"Doors open at ten. Admission fee is thirty dollars a - "
"Let me clarify," Tecna cut her off again, earning a glare, but the hostess kept her unnaturally red mouth in a downward twist. "I am interested in being on the receiving end of your services."
The hostess actually laughed. Tecna didn't blame her. When she first brought the idea up, desperate for any kind of advice, Stella had laughed in a similar manner.
"You want to be tied up and fucked for money?"
Tecna swallowed. That was a rather blunt way of putting it, one that made her throat close and pulse thrum as quickly as a hummingbird. But yes. That was exactly what she wanted. It was what she travelled all the way into the Red District of Magix in the middle of the night to do.
"It is my understanding that your establishment offers a variety of sexual experiences. My conundrum is that I have a lack of said sexual experiences, which, I have only just realized, is sabotaging the growth of my relationship with my boyfriend," Tecna explained, hoping to be as succinct as possible. There was no need to express the fact that, when she said 'lack of sexual experiences', she meant 'I am still a virgin who has no idea what goes on in a bedroom and my boyfriend wants to take us to the next level'. Judging by the intensity of her stare, the hostess most likely already knew. "In order to ensure maximum satisfaction, I am hoping to drastically increase my 'body count' as quickly as possible. Can you help?"
For a moment, there was silence.
"You're a weird one, anyone tell you that?" the hostess asked, genuine puzzlement crossing her drastic features. Then, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not hiring."
Mirta rushed forward. "It's a favor. For Lucy."
How Lucy and Mirta ever became friends was beyond Tecna. She understood the theory and had conducted many experiments featuring opposing polarities and the strength of the bonds between them, but Lucy was...different. Mean. Rough around the edges in a way that should have scared Mirta. Learning they were roommates at Cloud Tower made marginal more sense. Their prolonged contact even after Lucy dropped out and pursued other career paths still baffled.
But now, it was doing Tecna some good.
"Lucy is one of my best girls," the hostess grumbled, and Tecna knew, in that moment, she was going to cave. "I'll do it. For Lucy."
Tecna exhaled, replacing one anxiety with another. "Thank you. You have no idea how profoundly grateful I am."
She went to shake the hostess' hand, but dropped it when she realized the hostess was not going to touch her. Tecna could read her like a book, the words forming without having to move her lips. Weird one.
"Yeah, well, you'd be the first person to thank me for this."
The hostess got up from her seat and pulled a ring of keys from where they were chained behind her back. They were old keys, the kind that rusted with wore with time, like the door. The establishment really committed to its aesthetic of...dark and brooding?
Behind the door was a whole other world.
Women in various states of undress strode around a room full of various contraptions Tecna could only assume were for sexual acts: tables with restraints, swings with too many straps to count, racks with chains and cuffs that resembled torture devices. Holes were carved high and low into the walls, some with openings to the other side, some large enough to be considered rooms. The women helped each other into these things without so much as batting an eyelash. All of this was normal, another Tuesday night. Tecna must have stood out like a sore thumb, clutching her robe to her body as she stuck close to her escort.
The hostess approached one of the holes at the very end of the wall. The opening itself was at waist-height and went deep into the wall. One of the strange half-rooms, then. The hostess opened a door that, until she drew attention to it, blended seamlessly into the wall. The wall swung open to reveal a platform just long enough to comfortably lay half a body, leather straps wide enough to fit wrists on either side. Bolted on the back of the door/fake wall were leather straps with thick buckles and stirrups.
"It's called a glory hole," the hostess explained. Tecna's confusion must have been plain over her face, because the woman let out a small sigh and tried again. "You get in, lie down, and become a faceless fuck-toy random men can use as they please. No strings attached, no awkward 'after', completely anonymous sex. It's what you wanted, right?"
"Right. Exactly what I asked for."
Tecna spoke on autopilot. In fact, her entire body moved without her knowing. It was like she had left her brain somewhere in the lobby, all higher thinking abandoned. All she had now was her instincts and her body.
"Your robe."
Oh right, the robe. Her fingers pulled at the bow at her throat, let the purple fabric slide off her shoulders and into the capable hands of half-naked dominatrixes. She wasn't wearing anything special underneath, just her normal clothes. They demanded those too, the underwear as well. Until she was standing in the middle of the floor, naked, staring at the gloryhole that would soon become her chrysalis.
"Get in and lay down."
Tecna did as she was told. The hostess manipulated Tecna's legs into the stirrups, raising them high enough that her lower back came slightly off the platform. Her ass was in full view, her sex completely exposed as she was spread wide and buckled in place. When she was secure, the hostess shut the door and locked it with those old, heavy keys.
There was no moving; there was no going back.
"You can do your own wrists if you like," the hostess said, her voice muffled through the wood. "Some girls like it, some don't. Personally, I like to brace myself."
"I don't know what I like."
"You'll figure it out soon enough."
With a final smack to the door, Tecna was on her own. She focused on her breathing, on quelling the rising sense of anticipation and fear.
This is all according to plan, she told herself. Half of the battle was getting here. Now, fate will decide the rest.
"Psst, Tecna!" That was Mirta's not-so-subtle whisper coming through the thin wood. Tecna spared a moment of mortification for her lack of modesty in front of her friend. It was one thing for a man she would never see again to see her this exposed. It was another entirely to have a close acquaintance see her this way. "It's not too late to back out."
"Floor opens in five!"
That was the hostess, her voice projected through some kind of speaker. That's when Tecna noticed the tiny camera in the corner of her glory hole, and the microphone. Someone was recording this. Selling the tapes? Would her body be all over the Realm-Wide Web? It was too late to tell and too late to protest.
"I'm not backing out," Tecna asserted, grip white-knuckled on the wrist straps. The cording was actually fairly soft, and strong. Perhaps she wouldn't mind the extra restraint...
"I'll be in the parking lot. Message me when it's done."
Tecna didn't have to reply. Mirta was already gone, shuffling steps retreating into the other sounds of the room.
Women were already hooting and yelping. Some were practicing their moans. Should Tecna do that? Would it be necessary to fake that level of pleasure? Some of the sounds were so authentic, Tecna genuinely thought they were real.
There was no alarm, no bell, no warning to let anyone know that patrons had been let into the room. Only the sounds of masculine grunts and sighs and laughter as they got further and further into the room. Tecna was placed in one of the furthest stalls, and she knew it was on purpose. She was new meat - not even on the roster at that - and would be lucky to get the scraps, but the scraps were all she needed. Nothing spectacular, nothing life changing. Just a few bouts of penetration to warm her body up for the real thing.
Forever seemed to pass as she waited for someone to stumble upon her, when in reality she knew it could not have been more than a handful of minutes. The floor wasn't that large, and there seemed to be surplus of patrons judging by the number of voices and footsteps. Tecna just had to be patient. She just had to wait her turn and then -
Someone wolf-whistled. A shadow passed over the edge of her glory hole. A hand, thick and callused, landed on the curve of her abdomen.
"What a tight little body," she heard, and the hand stroked across her belly covetously. "Yeah, this one's it. We're gonna have fun tonight boys!"
More wolf-whistles. Tecna estimated at least four in the group. Young, judging by the tone and pitch of their voices. Likely, their plan was to take turns penetrating her. She could not have orchestrated a more perfect scenario.
"Damn this pussy's got some fur on it," someone else said, running a palm over her mons pubis and pulling lightly at the purple curls, making her hips jump. Tecna never thought twice about her pubic hair before. Now, she started thinking she should have shaved. "Think we got ourselves a wild one."
"I didn't see you shaving your royal ballsack before we left."
"Fuck off, Riv."
"TimTim, we will let you have the honors, seeing as though you're the one who needs the practice," said one of the bunch - maybe Riv? - though not kindly. Tecna had the distinct feeling this TimTim was the butt of a long-standing joke.
'The honors' were, no doubt, getting to penetrate her first. Men and their horrifically outdated ideals of purity. Why couldn't they just get this over and fuck her already?
Tecna was so out of her mind, driven crazy with anticipation and need, that it took her a second too long to connect the dots.
Riv...TimTim...royal ballsack.
These weren't just any random patrons. These were Specialists. The Specialists. Her best friends' boyfriends and her own boyfriend. Her own boyfriend who was TimTim who currently was trying to fuck her with no preparation, just the tip and -
Oh fuck.
Tecna moaned, but not in pleasure.
Penetration came with much more pain than Tecna anticipated, even with the added lubrication of saliva and her secretions. She knew she should have practiced with a toy first, prepared herself better for the real thing.
The first thrust burned, and she hissed through her teeth.
"Fuck, man, are you even doing it right?" someone - a very familiar someone who sounded far too much like Brandon - asked. "She sounds like she's dying."
Tecna could feel his hands shaking from their uncertain grip on her thighs. She could envision the frustrated flush on his face. She felt like uncuffing herself, walking over there, and smacking his stupid friends across the face.
The second thrust was not much better. He thighs fought to close despite the mechanics keeping her open, forcing her to take it. Maybe this would get better. Maybe she would get used to -
The third thrust had Timmy coming, emptying himself into her in a flash of wet heat.
Laughter filled the air, the boys laughing at how quickly Timmy had "blown his load" and "lasted a whole fifteen seconds". Tecna was mortified for him. Even if she hadn't come, even if her side of the experience was lackluster and uncomfortable, she had chosen to have her first experience this way for this exact reason. If it was terrible, the last thing she wanted was for someone to look her in the eye and tell her she was bad at sex. If that happened, she would never take her clothes off again.
A muffled 'sorry' came through the wall. Apologetic fingers ran over her legs, stroked the sensitive skin of the inside of her thighs, brushed over the birthmark on the left one. Timmy must have gotten close to the door and whispered through the hole. Tecna's heart twisted. He had nothing to apologize for; first times were terrible for a reason.
This was the exact situation she was trying to save them from.
She wished she could do something, anything to help soothe his wounded pride. She wished she could punch his friends in the teeth for bringing shame and humiliation into something so monumental.
But then...
But then.
Something in the air shifted. Tecna could taste it on her tongue (or maybe that was her sweat). Timmy moved again, but this time he used two fingers to fuck her and kept his thumb on her clit. The other hand he used to hold her down, her hips thrusting in aborted little hitches, desperately trying to chase the friction while he kept that maddeningly steady pace.
Tecna was tense as a violin bow, every nerve balanced on a knife's edge, scraping her senses raw. Her whole body trembled, her breaths coming in gasping shudders. And when she finally couldn't take it any more, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock, still hard and hot and throbbing.
Things were better the second time around. For one, Tecna was far more relaxed and ready to be fucked, spurring Timmy on with vulgar encouragement. Though she doubt he heard her over the sound of her moans and his moans and the moans of every other woman getting fucked in the place. Timmy was also far more prepared to do the fucking, his body moving in perfect time to hers. It was symphony of sound and pleasure. It was perfection. If Tecna closed her eyes and pictured Timmy above her instead of screwing her through a hole in a door, this was the first time she always envisioned.
Pleasure built and built to a deafening crescendo and -
Oh - this was...she was...she was going to come.
Spots crowded in her vision, blurs of white stars dancing across her eyes as her entire body tensed tight as a wire before completely letting go. Release was a free-fall, a sinking euphoria into a place so warm and content, Tecna had half a mind to think she had teleported herself to paradise.
So this was what orgasm felt like.
When she finally came to and her ears stopped ringing and the haze started to fade, she heard many whoops and hollers of congratulations, followed by slaps of skin on skin. High-fives. They were congratulating Timmy on losing his virginity. Tecna had no idea that this was such a momentous occasion between male friends, but she couldn't help the surge of pride at knowing that she had been the one to make his first time so pleasurable.
At least, she thought it was pleasurable? It must have. He had come twice, the first time after a mere three strokes.
"Man, I gotta know what this pussy's like," one of them said.
"It's gotta be good to have Timmy coming like that."
"He was so wired he would have come if someone even looked at his dick."
"Still - "
"Still, she's a whore," she heard Riv - Riven? - say, smug and overly confident. Then, there was a hand cupping her sex, grabbing it. Tecna yelped as he squeezed, not in pain but in pleasure. A belt buckle popped, the sound of metal running through loops. And a zipper. "You gotta fuck her like one." A cock, fatter but not as long as the one before, dragged up and down her slit, teasing. "I'll show you how it's done."
He fucked her at a brutal pace that had the door shaking on its hinges and Tecna gripping the handles for dear life.
There was no denying Riven was good at sex. He was really good at sex. Probably a testament to all the women he's had in his bed over his short lifespan, but who was Tecna to judge? She was reaping the benefits of a skilled lover, of someone who knew exactly how deep and how hard to match his strokes so that she was choking on air, gagging for it.
When he came, he came deep and fucked her through it, unrelenting until she was shaking apart with him. Tecna barely recognized her voice, a high-pitched whine of a thing that may or may not have been babbling, begging for more.
Riven smacked the head of her sex as he pulled out, the sting compiling on top of the sweet torment of endless pleasure.
There was barely time to breathe before two hands traced up and down the insides of her thighs. Someone sighed and sunk to their knees, the brush of hair tickling her oversensitive skin.
"Mmmmmm," the man moaned, then ran his tongue through the mess of Tecna's cunt. Tecna could not help her violent reaction, her hips thrusting up to meet those soft lips. A throaty laugh, then a sultry, "You taste sweet."
Tecna had a distinct feeling this man - Helia - was talking about her.
"Riven are you..." Brandon cut off with a choked laugh. "Are you getting hard again?"
"No," he hissed, his voice full of nothing but embarrassment...and perhaps a little intrigue. "Fuck you."
Tecna would have given anything to see their faces, to see exactly what was going on outside her glory hole. But life had narrowed down to the swell of Helia's lips and the assault of his tongue on her clit and the breath stolen from her lungs as she tried to scream. He ate her out with single-minded determination, hands holding down the juts of her hips as he took and took and took, until Tecna was a cursing, sweating mess.
Had she come? Was she still coming? Hard to tell; her entire body was lit on fire with a passion she hadn't known she possessed.
When he was good and ready, Helia turned from pleasuring her with his mouth to pleasuring her with his penis. Helia was thin but he was long, and he was a considerate partner. Every stroke was deep and sensual, adjusting his hips until he found the angle that had Tecna gasping with every thrust. Nimble fingers played with her clit, tweaking and pinching and teasing until she whined and writhed with pleasure. Maybe she was overstimulated from the first handful, but orgasm crashed into Tecna unexpectedly, coming on his cock alone.
"Fuck man, make the rest of us look bad," someone said, Tecna's head too far in the clouds to tell who.
"Speak for yourself."
"Yeah Sky, give her that royal dick down," Brandon egged him on, the sound of high-fives and other manly slaps echoing through the thin wooden door.
He had not, in fact, shaved his testicles. However, that quickly did not matter. Not at all.
The fourth and largest penis - Bloom's boyfriend Sky's incredibly girthy and perfect penis - penetrated Tecna so far she felt it in her gut. Any further and it would come out her throat. How did Bloom take this on a daily basis? Her poor, poor vagina.
Or maybe it was a blessing. Being so full certainly came with perks, the most important being every thrust caught on that spot that made Tecna see stars. She didn't even have to move for that massive, monster cock to hit her just right. The only thing she had to do was lie there and take it.
Sky wasn't going to let her take it quietly. He gripped her hips and pulled her down to meet his every thrust, her whole body moving so violently that Tecna swore the door was going to fall off its hinges. She was going to chafe so badly in the morning, rubbing her back up and down this wooden bench. But she didn't care, not when she was being split in two, losing herself in the most excruciatingly perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
"Fuccckkkk," Sky groaned as he spilled into her, hot cum dripping down the insides of her thighs as he pulled out a moment too early.
The absence of Sky's cock made Tecna feel empty, like there was a gaping chasm between her legs that needed to be filled instead of an overused muscle in desperate need of rest. Her body demanded a break, but her sex drive reminded her that there was still one cock left.
Brandon was the last. Tecna could barely make sense of this reality where she was the kind of woman who let five men inside her body, one after the other, and love it. But there she was, choking back a moan as she took her fifth cock of the hour.
(Had it been an hour? Many hours? The whole night? Logically, all intercourse had most likely transpired in less than half an hour's time frame, but her mind was too fogged to make sense of anything other than yes and please and more).
"Wish I could see her face," Brandon moaned, his voice a graveled breath between thrusts.
"Yeah, you'd make it real good for her," Riven teased, sarcasm laced through his tone. "Probably lay her down on a bed of rose petals or some such shit."
"Nah," Brandon sighed, then drove his hips up harder. Tecna may or may not have screamed. "I'd grab her by the hair and take her from behind, and after she comes I'd fuck her face and watch as she gags for it. I bet she has a pretty little mouth - "
Dirty talk didn't really do it for Tecna, but the fantasy was enough to get Brandon to shudder out a very loud, very prolonged orgasm. He shook harder than Tecna's thighs which burned from the exertion of being pried open so long. He was the only one unable to make her cum, but that very well might have been because Tecna was broken. Her clitoris was burned out. Her vagina had decided enough was enough. The pleasure center had reached its limit.
"Fuck dude," one of them said.
"Fuck."
"I'm starved. Pizza?"
Choruses of assent followed as an unanimous vote for pizza. Tecna, herself, could have eaten. Having sex, as it turned out, burned a lot of calories. She should have eaten something before she came, but she was too afraid her nerves would bring it right back up. Now, she wished she could follow those boys out the club, their voices fading into the distance like they'd never been there at all.
But they had been there. They left the proof on Tecna's body like a brand.
She had fucked the Specialist squad.
Fuck.