Part 1
I've played League of Legends non-stop since 2003 and been pretty interested in the lore from the start. Point is I make references to things that are League based, but I know not everyone has played the game. Even many of those that have could give a fuck about the lore so I'll put a cheat sheet here so we can all be in on the same page.
1) Ferros is Camille's last name. An older woman with knives for legs. In this story she's still a normal person at this point.
2) Jhin is a character obsessed with the number four. He wears a mask in the game similar to ones seen in Benzo's shop making me think he'd been through the lanes. (he is also a serial killer but this story doesn't worry about that)
Caitlyn Kiramman slammed her office door so hard her certificate for perfect attendance from Piltover Academy nearly fell off the wall.
"Whoa!" came a wholly unexpected voice that made Cait nearly jump out of her shoes.
Sitting on the small couch in the corner of her office was her long time friend Jayce Talis, a charming man by any standard, but at the moment the sight of him did nothing for her frayed nerves.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she marched over to her desk.
The question had come out as if she thought he had no business here, but there was nothing for it. She was too angry to temper her tone.
"Rough morning?" he asked in leau of an answer.
"Rough life," she huffed as she threw herself in her chair.
That made him chuckle, "Yes, I do hear that silver spoons can chafe the lips after a while."
Realizing how she sounded she rolled her eyes, "I didn't mean to imply-"
He waved a hand, "You know I'm kidding, life's hard at every level," he sighed and stood, "Though money does make it more bearable." Before she could try and once again impress that she was not trying to compare hardships he plopped a hefty folder on her desk. "New orders from Warden Ferros, she worked out the details with the Council so this is life from now on."
Caitlyn felt a migraine begin to form, "Already? Didn't Zaun just become its own territory?"
"Yes, but they've had demands on how they want to be treated for decades, no more running down there and cracking heads."
"I never did!" she spat angrily at the folder, "I've never even been down there for more than a minute thanks to mother's meddling."
"I know, but there are a lot of bits in there about protocol for everything from a stop and search to an arrest so I suggest you read it carefully. There are also a few proposals that are being enacted before the end of the week so actually read that thing. I know I didn't."
Sinking in her chair Caitlyn rubbed her forehead to try and relieve the building pressure, "I can barely keep these idiots in line on the streets of Piltover. The freeze on our involvement in the undercity-"
"Zaun," he corrected.
"Zaun," she repeated laboriously, "has been a godsend. No one mildly competent wants to be an enforcer with the likes of Silco running around."
"What does that say about you?" Jayce joked.
That question resonated with her; why did she agree to the sheriff's position? It was an honored title in a profession she loves but it came with a galling amount of paperwork, disciplinary hearings and put her in a prime position to be governed by her mother. The longer she held the position the more she could not understand why she had accepted Ferros's offer in the first place.
"Hey," Jayce said, his expression worried, "Again, just joking. You're the best person for the job and everyone knows it. The city would be lost without you."
"Doesn't feel that way. Especially when I go to our crimes board only to find that not only have we not solved anything but there are new cases. And my officers are content to spend the day joking around."
"Is that's what's got you slamming doors?" he asked tentatively.
"That and-" she paused, "I saw her again."
Caitlyn did not need to explain any further, Jayce knew her ex was never to be named in her presence ever again.
"Oh, she's still in the city?" He gave a coy smile, "Did you arrest her?"
"No, she was just walking by but," the memory made her head throb in pain as the need to cry and be furious about pain from the past combined. "Seeing her just brought up old feelings. I'm over it now though, just needed a good door slam."
Partially true. The reality was that it was impossible to forget how she made Caitlyn feel used and worthless. Granted she started being sexually active embarrassingly late in life and as such she figured getting played was just a part of the learning experience that she should have already gone through in her teens, but all the same once bitten twice shy.
Not wanting to dwell over it any longer she leaned over the folder before her ready to begin the daunting task of figuring out how to combine oil and water. Caitlyn pulled it open with a resolved sigh, but to her surprise Jayce's hand pushed it closed.
"Maybe start this tomorrow," he said kindly.
"Why?"
He gave a light shrug, "You look like you need a break, and if you're still hurting over Sha- her," he abruptly corrected, "then maybe you need a more specific form of relaxation."
When she frowned blankly at him he gave his eyes a suggestive roll as his mouth quirked and it clicked.
"Jayce, don't be crass!"
"I'm serious. I know it sounds dumb but trust me, nothing pushes a bad breakup out of your head like a good time in bed with a beautiful woman."
"Yes, rebounds are notorious for making people feel better in the long run."
"First of all its been a year, this isn't a rebound this is moving on. Second the long run is for some kind young noble woman who catches your eye at a gala. What I'm talking about is going to a brothel and," he waved a hand, "shaking the cobwebs off."
"Ew."
"You know what I mean."
She shook her head at him, "Even so you know I can't. If any of the vultures that work at the papers see me on the same street as a brothel they'll frame the paper they print it in because it will be the highest selling of all time. Then I get to hear my mother go off on me for a week… minimum."
As she spoke Jayce took to digging in the lapel pocket of his vest, his tongue poked out in concentration making him look like a little boy despite him being older than her. Eventually he pulled out a handful of cards, one of which was far more worn than the others, it was also alarmingly plain. It was a simple white card with a strange symbol and an address.
"Go to this address, there will be someone standing at a streetlamp wearing a stripped hat. Tell them J sent you and they'll set you up."
Caitlyn frowned at the card, refusing to take it, "I already told you I can't-"
"This place is discrete and in Zaun, even the most determined photographer wouldn't be able to follow you the way they set things up for VIP's. Just bring about three hundred Golden Hexes and you can do whatever you like."
Tentatively she took the card and flipped it over, noting that the back was blank, "Where did you even get this?"
"A friend of a friend," he said loftily.
Translation; Victor.
"I'll think about it," she said, though she tried to hand the card back to Jayce.
He just stepped away, "I've got the number memorized," when she looked scandalized he just laughed, "For emergencies only."
"Right," she huffed.
"Seriously. Think about it," he said before turning and leaving her to her work.
Caitlyn just sighed at the man as she once again pulled open the folder and stared down the daunting task that was righting the wrongs between Piltover and Zaun.
In all fairness, Caitlyn told herself as she rode the trolley down to the newly dubbed streets of Zaun, she had done a full day's work. Hard work. Work meant for an entire team of people. She learned all the necessary protocols and procedures for Zaun and briefed her enforcers on it as a whole before running through every line of it with them personally. She hadn't had time to look over the proposals but had set them aside to be gone over in the morning, and in between all the studying she had managed to solve a crime.
A minor one involving two senior citizens and a dispute over a rose garden, but a crime nonetheless.
By the end she was even more frazzled than when her day had begun and the worn card on her desk went from looking like a grimy, sticky piece of trash to a ticket for a break she was entitled to.
After turning back several times she finally found herself on a tram headed down into the mist that sat at the base of Piltover.
Though once she left the sights of home the smell of undercity gave her pause immediately. Beneath its sister city Zaun smelled like a ripe fart passed through an onion. The first time she had come down had been with an entire squad and fitted with a breather. She knew the air was bad, she knew it likely stank since it made her eyes water, but being in the thick of it with no barrier was truly an experience. She tried breathing through her mouth at first but that only made it worse. The only upside was that at the ground level the smell was so thick it sort of drowned itself out. Her nose could only take in so much.
Her concern was that; if the air was this filthy what sort of condition were the prostitutes going to be in?
Then there was that word. Prostitute. It was sobering. Like shining a light on what she was internally calling a night of fun. The reality was she was going to pay some poor woman in this hole in the ground to pleasure her before ascending up to her home in the fresh air and sun never to be bothered with her again. It seemed cold in a way she wasn't used to.
Then again the woman would be a prostitute whether Caitlyn went to see her or not. It wasn't Cait's fault.
Wasn't it though? To some small degree?
Her mental anguish over the subject ended up being interrupted by a spotting a young man in a stripped hat. She froze as she took in his age. She struggled to say he was ten with his thin limbs and round face, but the hawkish eyes that met hers told her of a young man that had seen a rough life.
Upon seeing her he kept his eyes locked with hers until she tentatively walked up and said, "J sent me."
He considered her for a moment then gave a brief follow me gesture with his head before dashing away. Surprised Caitlyn moved quickly to trail him as he crossed the street and slipped into a small pub. Inside there were a couple of brooding patrons who paid no mind to the boy who rushed to a curtain by the bar and held it open for her.
Not wanting to draw any attention to herself she hurried into the small space only realizing after she had that she may have made a mistake.
Beyond the curtain was a short hall that ended in a heavy door, however right before it stood a man who could almost hide the door from view with his width. Abruptly her mind gave a scenario where they young lad saw her mistake him for her contact, then, taking the opportunity to pretend to be the right person, coerced her into following him into this dark space where she was to be mugged by this brute. Or worse.
And she had been foolish enough to leave her gun in her office.
As she prepared to make her escape the man cracked his neck and growled, "Money."
Caitlyn stared at him, as far as robberies went this one was to the point, "S-sorry," she said, stalling for time as she backed up to the curtain hoping the patrons in the pub were truly customers and not the man's companions.
"Money," he repeated, "Back door ain't free."
The boy chuckled at that as if a joke had been told.
"The what-"
"Lady you gotta pay to play," the boy explained.
Then she realized that this had not been a ploy, or a robbery. She needed to pay to enter the establishment. Realizing what a novice she looked like she fumbled in her cloak to pull out a bag of coins. What was merely loose change in her house could apparently buy special privileges at a brothel in Zaun.
Which was another thing that concerned her about the potential quality of the service she was about to receive.
The man took the bag and glanced inside, shuffling the coins around as if to make sure there weren't any fakes hiding within.
Satisfied he smiled brightly, a strange look on his gruff visage, and stepped aside, "Right this way."
The thick door opened to a room that was lined with one long white couch and deep red walls, the only break in the duo tones was a desk in the corner with a coat rack next to it and another door opposite her. As she walked in the man followed and reached out a hand, clearly asking to hang up her cloak for her.
Deciding there was no point in hiding any longer Caitlyn pulled it off and handed it over, "He seemed to know who I was right away. Do you have some sort of surveillance system?"
The man's bright smile became amused, "Nah, e' knew 'cause all the clients comin' in this way always dress like theyra Black Rose assassin."
"Oh," she replied feeling a bit silly.
After hanging up her cloak he presented her to the desk that she saw was actually being manned by a female yordle with a clipboard. The small furry person had blueish fur and wide brown eyes that made Caitlyn feel like she could see things that shouldn't be seen.
The small yordle frowned at Caitlyn then at the man that had brought her in, "We're closing for a few hours so it'll be a bit of a wait."
Caitlyn was willing to take that as a sign that she needed to turn around and take her ass back to her bed topside, but the man placed her bag of money on the desk and raised his eyebrows, "We can fit her in."
Apparently she agreed because she promptly took the bag and tucked it away beneath the desk before looking up to Caitlyn and asking, "Name?"
Catching herself before she gave her actual name she considered making something up, but if Jayce could get away with calling himself J she could afford to be lazy as well.
"C."
Without pause she jotted something down, "Would you like a mask?" she asked pulling one from under her desk.
It was pretty, the sort of thing one might see during a noble's festival, but it only covered the upper part of her face and Caitlyn couldn't see having sex with someone with that thing on.
"Is someone likely to mention seeing me here?" Cait asked suspiciously.
"No, but it makes some more comfortable." The yordle replied before tucking the mask away and asking, "How many would you like to service you tonight? Please note there are additional charges for any more than three."
Startled by the question she looked over to the man who had guided her in to see if he was listening only to catch the tail end of him closing the door behind him as he left.
"Um, just one," she replied, feeling slightly better about answering.
"Race preference?"
"Er," she said, for some reason fearing her answer might be taken as an insult, "Human, though I think all the people of Runeterra are beautiful in their own way-"
"Man or woman?" she pressed on, as if she hadn't even heard the addendum.
Again she felt strange because this was the easiest question of them all, but this disinterested yordle in a dank brothel was going to be the first to hear her truthfully answer it out loud. Even Jayce had guessed and she simply did not correct him.
"Woman."
"Would you like to be submissive or dominant?"
That threw her, "Sorry?"
"Submissive or dominant?"
"I understood your words I just don't know what they mean in this context."
"Would you like to be in control or would you like this woman to control you?"
That was by far the most startling question yet, she had no idea. In her last relationship she had been quite passive and as far as pleasure went that worked fine. Surely it was better to stick with what was safe.
Though that was what she decided her answer was, "I don't know, someone who's open to either."
"Toys?"
"Wh- um- what about them?"
"Yes or no?"
"I don't know? Yes?"
"Any preference on the type?"
"No?"
She nodded, "Safe word?"
"Wha-"
"Just in case," the yordle assured without even looking up from her clipboard.
"Stop," Caitlyn said automatically.
"Alright, have a seat and we'll have a selection set up for you."
She felt her face heat up, "You're going to bring them all here?"
"No," she said simply as she hopped off her stool and vanished through the unknown door.
Figuring the couch was for such occasions Caitlyn sat down and waited nervously while going over every answer she gave in her head. She wasn't really happy with the submissive or dominant question, the fact that she had never considered what she preferred was rather galling. It had all just sort of happened, she was usually in charge but had somehow never considered if she preferred it that way.
She focused all of her attention to trying to sort out what she really wanted to no avail, though it did make the short time she was alone fly by, because before she knew it the yordle was back, clipboard in hand.
"This way please."
Caitlyn stood and followed her down another small hallway, though this one had a waist high window along which she saw small rooms each containing one woman.
"At the end of the hall is a door, it loops around to entrances to these pods." The yordle pointed above her head to a number one at the base of the first section of window, "The numbers correspond with the doors. Feel free to talk to one or all of them, if none are to your liking come see me, and if you meet someone you like the door parallel to this one in the opposite hall will lead to a private room."
Before Caitlyn could say another word the yordle was gone and she was alone.
The first thing she noticed was that the hallway shockingly did not smell, or rather it did not have the rancid smell of the streets but a pleasant floral scent that her recently abused nose needed time to be able to decipher. It was so refreshing it was able to distract her from the dubious nature of the second thing she noticed which was that the window was actually a two way mirror.
The women had to know they were being looked at, so in that regard she felt a little better, however it still felt strange watching them behave as if no one was there.
Each pod was themed differently, apparently to fit the personality of the woman in it. The first looked like a small library where a brunette with long curly hair and pale skin sat reading a book. Her eyes were sharp and she seemed so interested in the material Caitlyn didn't think she could pick her simply out of fear of disturbing her.
The next woman was in a room themed to look like a living room with a small fireplace in the corner, the woman within was reclined casually as she watched the flames dance. She was powerfully built with dusky skin and shoulder length black hair, while her strongly featured face was neutral she looked quite comfortable, as if she were at home waiting for someone to bring her a meal.
A slight shiver ran up Cait's spine as she realized she could be that meal.
The next room resembled a dressing room and was occupied by a tall and slender fair skinned woman with big breasts and full lips. Her golden hair sat in tight curls up by her ears and her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green. She was adjusting her makeup in a mirror and though she was quite a beauty she was the only one Caitlyn knew immediately was a no. While they looked nothing alike something about the woman's haughtiness put her in Cait's mind and that was an immediate turnoff.
After her was a young woman who was in an artist's drawing room appropriately drawing on a small sketchpad. She had short black hair streaked with blonde, bronze skin and a wild look in her eyes. She looked like she was down for anything and the light smile on her face as her pencil moved said she laughed easily. Internally Cait was weighing the idea of picking her or the woman in the second pod, at least she was until she saw the last one.
It grabbed her attention for a number of reasons, namely how the theme was clearly a sitting room where an assortment of sweet pastries had been set out, however the lights were out and only the dim lighting of her hallway allowed her to see inside. The décor put her in mind of a delicate debutante type, like those she was used to seeing at her mother's parties. Actually it made her think it would be how she would theme a room if forced to resort to such a life.
Yet the woman inside was the antithesis of what she would expect. In the dark the pink haired woman sat at the end of a loveseat in a red jacket, tattoos trailing up her neck and down her muscular arms, completely devouring the plate of confections.
Caitlyn was a bit confused since every other woman had clearly created a mystique about themselves in their setup, while this woman seemed to be taking her lunch break.
Maybe the idea was to be so strange the client had to at least ask what she was doing. It was so absurd it made her chuckle, and then to her surprise the woman looked at her.
Then to her utter horror she realized the woman could see her.
Only then did she comprehend that it was the only pod missing the concealing glass of the mirror.
The woman gave an abashed smile and waved. There was something so charming about her expression Caitlyn decided the ploy had worked and that she could not continue her night without meeting this person. Gathering her courage she used the door at the end of the hall and wrapped around to the door labeled Five. When she opened the door she saw the woman trying to finish her last mouthful of food while wiping her hands clean of frosting on her pants leg.
"Sorry, didn't know anyone was coming by right now," she said in a muffled voice before swallowing.
Caitlyn suddenly felt bad, these women had likely been on display all day in some form or another.
"It's fine," Cait replied, wondering what she should do with herself. "Does the light being off mean anything?"
"No?" the pink haired woman relied slowly as if unsure of her answer, "I think it's 'cause the glass was broken and they haven't fixed it yet."
Thankful Caitlyn sat down opposite her on the love seat not daring to move in closer just yet, "What's your name?" realizing how personal that was she clarified, "If that's okay to ask."
"Vi," she said easily, wiping her hand a final time before extending it.
Caitlyn hesitated but took the offered hand and shook it, noting that if the name was a lie it was one she was committed to based on the tattoo on her face.
"What's yours?" Vi asked.
The response came naturally, "C."
"Like the letter?"
"Yes," she answered wishing she had come up with something more alluring.
She chuckled, "Well we can both write our names with numbers."
It took Caitlyn an embarrassingly long time to remember that VI was a number and how to spell the name Vi while C was also a number and how to spell her fake name.
To cover the pause she asked, "I'm new to this, so you'll excuse me if I say something rude, but are you… what do you prefer? In a partner?"
Vi shot her a confused look, "In crime?"
"In bed." Caitlyn asked, hoping she wasn't missing some sort of common sex code.
"Oh," surprisingly the woman's face reddened slightly, "I- well- um… I-"
Caitlyn figured the fluster was because the woman's actual personal preferences were likely something private for her and someone she actually cared for.
"If it's a rude question you don't have to answer."
Tilting her head Vi rubbed the back of her neck, "I'll be honest Cupcake, these days I'm not picky."
"Cupcake?"
Vi just winked at her as she lifted a small version of one such pastry from the tray before them and devoured it whole, after very little chewing she swallowed thickly.
"I doubt someone as sweet as you is just called C so I filled in the rest."
It was the corniest thing anyone had ever said to her and it still sent a thrum of arousal straight between her legs.
"And you're quite the personality, does that mean Vi is short for something?"
"Stick around and find out," she said in a voice that bordered on threatening.
And again she could feel her body react, "I just might," Caitlyn said coyly though at this point a team of wild horses couldn't pull her from the room.
"So what is it you're here looking for?"
Again a simple question that felt like calculus, however, with how Vi just made her feel she felt she finally had a definitive answer, "I think I need to just be fucked stupid and not have to think about it."
The boldness of her own words made her blush but she meant every word of it and saying it out loud was only adding to her arousal.
As was the way Vi's eyes dilated after hearing that.
"Well that can certainly be arranged."
Deciding she needed to be totally honest, not just with her temporary partner but herself she continued, "I get treated like a delicate thing all the time and when it comes to… sex I feel like I act how I'm treated. I haven't…" she paused, not wanting to admit the truth to such a stunning woman but she sucked up her shame and pressed on. "I haven't been with many woman and the last one- it doesn't matter I just think I'd like to try something different, maybe get a bit outlandish."
"How freaky do you want to get?" Vi asked, her voice deeper than it had been.
"I don't want to be hurt, not really, but I wouldn't be opposed to being… pushed around."
Vi squinted, "Gonna need you to be a bit more specific than that."
As bold as she had been up to that point, she could not bring herself to voice all the things she was willing to let the pink haired woman do to her.
"How about I let you lead and if it goes too far I just use the safe word."
"Ah, yes… What was it again?"
That worried Caitlyn, "Stop. It's pretty easy to remember."
"A little too easy, usually it's something like 'Excelsior'," she laughed.
Feeling like the novice she was Caitlyn deflated, "Oh, I didn't know it should be something more complicated."
Abruptly Vi stood extending her hand once more, "Don't worry about it, we'll figure it out."
For some reason that put her at ease, this complete stranger in this backwater brothel in this dark pod made her feel more comfortable about who she was than even her best friend.
Taking the hand once more she felt a thrill at the display of Vi's strength as she pulled Caitlyn easily to her feet and lead her out into the hall. The door to the private room was down the hall, Caitlyn began to ready herself for what was about to happen, but they were both interrupted by the arrival of another yordle.
This one was much older than the first and looked like she had been in the trade from the day it started. Behind her stood a brute, even bigger than the one at the door, holding a pane of glass, presumably to fix the pod they had just left. The yordle looked up to the two of them with a start then narrowed her eyes making Caitlyn feel like she'd done something wrong.
"I apologize for the damaged pod," the old yordle said carefully, "Things weren't properly prepared. Are you sure you wouldn't like to at least talk to the women we selected for you?"
Immediately she felt horrible; did they know they had been passed over? It would make her feel self-conscience for weeks if some stranger had passed her up for reasons she didn't know.
"It's fine, we've worked things out, I know her safe word and everything," Vi chimed in.
The yordle seemed torn as she glanced from Caitlyn to Vi then to the door beyond them. Eventually she internally resolved whatever troubled her, "Alright, well if anything is to your distaste don't hesitate to ring the bell in the corner of the room."
With a nod Vi gently pulled her to the end of the hall where they stepped into a massive bedroom.
Or gymnasium really. There were all sorts of sex toys along the walls, some whose purpose was self explanatory and others she could not imagine how they would be used on the human body.
Unless they weren't meant for humans…
Caitlyn regretted not thinking about the toys question more thoroughly.
She took in the cream colored walls and deep maroon carpeting as well as the bed that dominated the center of the room was bigger than her parent's which she had always thought of as ridiculously large. The sheets and comforter were bleach white, something that installed a little confidence that the staff was properly cleaning things between sessions.
Caitlyn was so busy investigating the room, and the strange beside lamp that was shaped like a crystal scorpion she found herself startled to see Vi had already taken off her shoes, coat and shirt.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, all while drinking in the uninhibited view of Vi's torso and tattoo covered arms.
"Did you think we would do this with our clothes on?"
"N-no I, just didn't know we started," she said, sounding foolish in her own ears.
Vi smirked and stepped closer, "Okay, Cupcake, tell me when you're ready to start."
The steel blue eyes were intense as they bore into Caitlyn, both pleading and daring her to give the word.
Knowing this was the point of no return Caitlyn swallowed hard and breathed, "We start now."
She barely got the words out before Vi had pulled her close in a rough kiss that took her breath away. Out of her depth Cait struggled to reciprocate with the same fervor, but Vi had an appetite that went well beyond the cupcakes she could faintly taste.
While still in the whirlwind that was their kiss Caitlyn could not suppress a squeak as Vi effortlessly ripped her blouse open.
The garment had cost considerably more than booking their liaison.
But Vi ripping the blouse like tissue paper made her uncomfortably wet so it was fine.
Vi's hands pushed her lace bra out of the way effortlessly so she could roughly knead Cait's breasts making her moan into their kiss. A calloused hand pulled roughly at her nipples, just enough to make her gasp before it stopped and moved to her hair where it kept her lips locked with Vi's so the other hand could service the opposite side.
Just as Caitlyn felt like she was getting used to the sensation she was pushed roughly away making her stumble and fall back onto the bed. She would have been insulted, but the way Vi looked at her, like a wolf on the hunt, made her forget her indignation. Cait watched as the sculpted woman before her pulled off her plain white bra revealing remarkably pert breasts. Then she started to unbuckle her belt and the intensity of the anticipation that rushed through Caitlyn made her believe she had underpaid for the privilege of being in a room with this woman.
Though she felt a pang of disappointment that Vi's panties were as utilitarian and plain as her bra Caitlyn was thrilled to find that pink was actually her natural hair color. Either that or like her name she was fully committed to the lie. Regardless Cait eagerly pulled her off her ruined shirt and properly removed her bra before bringing her hands down to her pants only to have Vi grab her wrists in a vice grip.
"It's not time for that yet, Cupcake," she said, her voice low and husky with unmasked arousal.
"So we are doing this with clothes on?" Caitlyn replied, her eagerness making her catty.
Vi crawled up her body, knees coming right under Caitlyn's armpits forcing her to look up at the most perfect form she had ever seen. Not to mention the uninhibited view of the neatly trimmed pink hair and the drenched, smooth skin beneath. Caitlyn had to keep herself from drooling at the sight, it was no help that Vi's unwavering confidence was making her want to simply submit to her whims, but nerves got the better of her. As embarrassing as it was for someone of her age, she had never gone down on another woman, while she loved having it done to her she didn't think she could handle disappointing the woman above her with her inexperience.
"Isn't the idea for you to pleasure me?"
"I can assure you it'll be your pleasure," Vi said, a wicked grin on her face.
Caitlyn managed not to verbally respond to how much hornier that made her, "All the same-"
"You said I could take charge," she said her left hand gripping the back of Caitlyn's head by the hair, "and that you don't mind a bit of force," the grip tightened just enough to make her hiss. "So unless you want to say stop…" Vi paused to give her the chance to do just that, "I suggest you use your mouth for other things."
With that she leaned forward and pushed Caitlyn's face firmly between her legs. Caitlyn offered little resistance though her concerns over performance grew. The act had always seemed to be a thing that one either liked or didn't like and she simply assumed she wouldn't like it.
But when she got a mouthful of the tangy, salty concoction that was pure Vi she decided it was something she liked.
A feeling that doubled in intensity when she heard the sound that left the other woman. She took to eating her pussy like she had to their kiss, veraciously and eagerly. And while Vi claimed she was in control Caitlyn found that she absolutely controlled the pace of things as she dragged her tongue over sensitive flesh and watched the way Vi slowly unraveled. She felt like she had wasted a great deal of her adult life not doing this every time she had been with a woman.
In addition to having the most glorious view in Runeterra she was free to run her hands along Vi's toned thighs and ass. She tasted every bit of Vi she reach with her tongue and all too soon those powerful thighs closed tightly around her ears she felt like she was in a private room where all she could see, hear or feel was the force of Vi's orgasm.
While it was upsetting to be unceremoniously removed from her newfound temple of sex, the feeling of Vi easily pulling her up into a sitting position in front of her only served to remind Cait of her own rather rampant need. For a moment she didn't know what to say, the cool air of the room informed her that her face was absolutely coated with Vi's arousal.
She knew she had to look a mess, but then Vi looked at her with those piercing eyes that were more pupil than iris and said, "Damn you're fucking hot," before pulling her into a kiss even deeper than the first.
The sound of them pulling apart was akin to a post being yanked out of the mud and Caitlyn was ready for more. Without another word Vi began to unlace Caitlyn's boots, taking each one off slowly before moving to the button on her pants. Like a person opening a birthday present she peeled away the pants before admiring the lace panties that matched her bra and removing them as well.
After everything Caitlyn was not embarrassed to be completely naked in front of this virtual stranger, nor was she self-conscious about how absolutely drenched she, and subsequently, her panties were. She needed Vi to know how ready she was to get what she came for. As if she couldn't believe her luck Vi just stared appreciatively for several more seconds before leaning forward again, running her hand gently up Caitlyn's thigh.
For a moment she thought they were going to kiss again, but Vi only leaned into her ear, "So do you know how rough you want to get yet?"
Cait was far too horny to be able to articulate a real answer so simply muttered, "Just fuck me."
"That I can do," she growled, moving closer as she pushed a finger inside Caitlyn.
A small gasp left her at the sudden intrusion and then the sound turned to a moan and she was completely embarrassed to know she could ride that one finger to completion no problem. However after a couple of exploratory thrusts there was another finger, then a third, stretching her opening wide. Vi's fingers were bigger than she was used to already and the calluses did incredible things as they rubbed against her sensitive nerves. Of all times now was not the one to think of her, but she had almost no other experiences to compare it to and this was nothing like when she touched her. Though the sex had always been pleasant, it always got her to the goal, but after the way Vi was thrusting into her, the other woman writing her name over and over on Caitlyn's insides she could not imagine going back to the way things had been with her.
Then the rough pad of Vi's thumb rubbed over her clit and she almost lost her mind, bucking against the hand that was already working her furiously towards the edge of sanity. Desperately she clung to Vi's shoulders as she felt her orgasm coming like a tsunami, but then, abruptly Vi pulled away.
Baffled Caitlyn looked up at her, anger, need and confusion all etched on her face.
Vi just stood up and laughed, "Don't look at me like that, Cupcake. I only have you for one session, don't think I'm going to let you come so easily."
With that she licked her fingers clean while looking Caitlyn deep in the eye making her sure she could come from a look.
She manage to hold it together while Vis stood and looked over the wall of toys she grabbed a harness that had an apparatus attached that looked like it was intended to bisect entire cows. Vi raised an eyebrow and Caitlyn shook her head, nodding Vi returned it to its place and grabbed a device that looked like the gauntlets minors uses in the fissures. The only possible uses for it seemed intensely painful forcing her to shake her head.
"Vanilla it is," Vi said decisively, grabbing a harness with a dick on it that looked a little longer and wider than Cait was comfortable with.
"You call that vanilla?" Caitlyn asked, eyeing the dildo with apprehension as Vi strapped it on.
"Apparently what you call freaky I call a Thursday so, yeah."
"I said outlandish and you do work in a brothel, your definition will be more extreme," she replied defensively, some of her arousal lost to embarrassment.
At that Vi just laughed, "I guess so."
With a final yank at the straps she had the apparatus in place and crawled back over to Caitlyn making her worry all over again as the thing seemed even bigger up close.
"I don't know that I can… accommodate that."
Vi tilted her head, "We hit your limit on freaky so lets see where the barrier is on rough."
Suddenly she regretted her own words. Why had she opened her big mouth and acted like she enjoyed anything other than plain regular sex?
Apparently Vi saw her worry because a gentle hand cradled her face, "Remember I'll stop if you want me to. If you don't like it I'll go back to using my hands. No judgment." Then she gave that resolve ruining smile and added, "but I'm pretty good at this so I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself."
Feeling like she should at least try Caitlyn nodded and Vi kissed her, she leaned into it feeling the fleeting arousal return almost instantly as Vi scooped her up in her arms. Not knowing where they were going and not caring Cait continued to kiss Vi right up until she was made to stand up against the wall. Deciding to trust the pink haired woman Caitlyn asked no questions when Vi effortlessly pinned her hands behind her back with one hand and used the other to line up the head of the dildo to her opening.
"We'll start slow," Vi said gently in her ear as her hips canted up and Caitlyn felt herself being stretched further than she ever had. She grunted at the pain, but it wasn't more than she was willing to take. In fact as the seconds ticked by, slowly the more of it went in and the less it hurt. She was surprised when she met the base of it, the tension left her and she opened her eyes to see Vi smiling warmly at her.
In her vulnerable position, pinned and skewered as she was she felt like she needed a connection. An emotional one, even if it was imagined. And though she kissed Vi as she had before she worried that the other woman could sense how different it was. She worried Vi could see how her nakedness was nothing next to how bare she felt internally.
Whether she noticed or not Vi returned the kiss and when Caitlyn pulled away for air she ended up gulping down a bunch as she gasped when Vi abruptly pulled back and thrust into her. Caitlyn didn't even have a chance to know up from down before she did it again, this time taking one of Cait's nipples in her mouth and sucking hard.
The combination of sensations was confusing for a moment, there was pleasure and pain in equal measure, but then pleasure won out when Vi thrust into her a third time and moaned as if she could feel the way Cait was tightening around the fake cock.
The pace got faster and faster until Caitlyn was writing in pleasure against the wall, even with Vi's grip on her wrists increasing, even though she was sure her nipples would be bruised in the morning, every thrust, every touch brought her closer to the edge.
Then, infuriatingly, it all stopped again. Furious Caitlyn glared at Vi only to see that disarming smile again.
"We can go harder or softer, tell me what you want."
Though she had never been so forward a day in her life, yet she said her heart's desire at that very moment, "Make me yours."
As an instruction she wasn't sure what that would entail, but if it came from Vi she wanted it.
With a nod Vi released her hands and easily picked her up, pulling the strap-on free and tossed her on the bed as easily as she would a piece of clothing. Cait landed on her hands and knees, but never got a chance to right herself as Vi immediately mounted her, thrusting the dick in to the hilt and making her cry out in shock, pain and pleasure. The pace Vi set was fierce, with one hand griping her hip so hard it felt numb while the other forced her head down into the mattress by a fistful of hair.
None of that mattered because almost instantly Cait was back knocking on the door of her orgasm, her breathing fast and labored, her legs trembling in the effort to keep working. And then, unbelievably it happened again.
Vi, for some reason, stopped again.
However before Caitlyn could muster up the words to demand to be allowed her climax she was spun over on her back, hands pinned behind her head and Vi was back inside of her, hips working furiously and Caitlyn could see on her face she was close as well.
She had no idea why but the idea that Vi could come again while working so hard to pleasure her as her job fueled Cait's arousal to new heights.
And then even those heights were surpassed when Vi leaned over and placed a deliberately bruising kiss on her chest and neck, marking her pale skin.
When she felt Vi's pace begin to become erratic and Vi licked her neck before putting another hickey on her collar bone Caitlyn came so hard she couldn't see for a moment. Time was wonky for a moment as she rode out the longest orgasm of her life, one that was extended by the feeling of Vi coming on top of her. It all blended into one glorious moment that Cailtlyn did all she could to etch into her memory.
She had no idea when Vi moved away, she only knew when moved Cait missed the pressure of her body. By the time she felt cohesive enough to sit up Vi was unfortunately already dressed.
In her post orgasm clarity it suddenly occurred to her to have a shred of shame about what she'd done, but the internal knowledge that she would do it all again in a heartbeat kept her from it.
Though what was worrying was that she would, actually, do it all again. She knew herself well enough to know she would fool herself into thinking this woman cared for her outside of her job. And she knew where that would lead. Like Jayce she would keep visiting Zaun, risking everything for a woman who just wanted money. Though it was even more pathetic for her because she was sure Jayce was able to separate a business transaction from a genuine relationship.
Caitlyn wasn't sure her heart could. The knowledge was as depressing as her climax had been transcendent.
After pulling on her boots Vi walked over and gave a still naked Caitlyn and appreciative once over. Cait felt the need to cover herself, but knew it was utterly pointless and would only serve to make her look like a child so she forced her hands to stay at her side.
Vi just seemed pleased with what she saw, leaning over she gave that easy smile that make Caitlyn's heart jump, "I don't meet many women like you down here so this was a real treat. Thanks for choosing me, Cupcake."
"You're welcome," she replied on reflex, stupidly in her opinion.
With a smirk Vi stood and headed for the door, "There's a bathroom behind that Iron Maiden looking thing in the corner if you wanna clean up before you leave."
And that was the last thing the most life altering person she had ever met in her adult life said before she walked out the door.
Caitlyn sat in the quiet room for a while before she put on what she could of her clothes, opting to just hold her blouse together until she got her cloak back.
She used the bathroom to wash what traces of Vi off her that she could, and vowed that by the time the last of the bruises faded she would be over the very idea of visiting the brothel again. Though she didn't really believe she could just forget the place, she had also thought that she would never forget her, but after a night with Vi, Cait found she did truly struggle to remember what her name actually was.