Lottie emerged from the shower and was startled by her own reflection in the steamy mirror. She stood naked, hair plastered back and eyes overly large with the awakening realization that her life was going to be completely different from now on. She watched as water dropped off her long, black eyelashes and slid over the purpled bruise and down her throat, over a rosy nipple, down a slightly rounded stomach now marked with a scar (what the fuck had that gel been made of?) and into her inner thigh. What the fuck was she doing? Why did she never think before doing Lottie-ish things? She quickly turned her head from her reflection, and found a fluffy white towel folded on the bathroom counter. She rubbed herself down as she went over her current situation.

Flashback … ish

She had been led to one of the biggest rooms she had ever seen after the events in the Largo office. If her room, as a maid, was this big she could only imagine how the Largos lived. She had a king-sized bed outfitted with white fur blankets and a mountain of plush pillows sitting on an elegant Victorian bedframe. At the end of her room she saw an antique vanity decorated with a myriad of beauty products for her personal use as well as a walk-in closet with god knew how much clothing items. Her other two walls were lined with books that she was itching to read. She had a large window with a view of the extensive back gardens and was delighted to note there was a ledge for her to sit in. Not only was her room extravagant, but she had her own personal bathroom that looked more like a private spa. It was outfitted with a standing shower that could easily fit 4 people, a jacuzzi bathtub, a sauna, and a giant sink area. The walls, eerily enough, consisted entirely of mirrors. All of this was a brief observation though, as the Genterns had brought her directly into the washroom, stripped off her clothes, and applied an odd glowing blue gel to her cuts and eye. They had then instructed her to shower and had left her alone.

"Well I guess I'm showering." She sighed, walking over to the shower and turning on the taps. Little did she know she wasn't as alone as she believed.

Pavi sat isolated in the monitor room, having locked the door from the inside so no one could disturb him. Heavy sighs filled the air as Pavi's eyes were locked on the giant screen in front of him. The screen was occupied by a very naked, very wet Lottie as she showered. Pavi licked his lips at the sight. I will-a have so much fun with her. His hand quickly rubbed his enlarged member still encased in his tight leather pants. He had been stopped by his brother before and was determined to finish this moment with the new girl. He knew he could have gotten any Gentern to help him with this task, that he didn't have to resort to masturbation of any kind, but he didn't want to share her yet. He unzipped himself and moaned as the air brushed against his bare skin. The camera zoomed in on her breasts and Pavi (after applying a generous amount of lube to his hand) began to fully stroke himself, intensely aroused by the images. She was humming as she ran her soaped palms over herself. He watched as her erect nipples slid against her hands, moving his own faster. The camera redirected to her ample ass as she turned away from the lens. He hadn't been aware of this particular asset and let out an appreciative noise, bringing his other hand down to fondle his balls. He wanted to touch her, to feel her flesh give under his fingers as he briefly had earlier. He didn't know how long he could, or wanted to, wait. The camera readjusted again, focusing on her slightly parted lips. Pavi closed his eyes and it was all too easy to imagine those lips around his throbbing cock, the finger sucking from earlier providing him with an estimation. He came hard, calling out her name. She would be his.

End of Flashback … ish

Lottie sneezed as she towelled herself off. She left the washroom and found a maid's outfit lying on her bed … well she supposed it was a maid's outfit. The ensemble consisted of a French maid's dress that was completely see though, being made of a red plastic like material. There was a similarly see-through apron that went over the dress, to what? Keep it from getting dirty? She looked at the tiny pile that she supposed was the under garments and cringed. She held up a tiny red, lacy thong, two heart shaped pasties, a red lacy garter belt, and red thigh high fishnets. Well fuck me … er I suppose they will in this get up. Lottie stuffed a fist into her mouth to prevent the crazy laughter that was bubbling up in her chest from spilling out. Ironically, she had been given a pair of red flats to wear with the uniform. They had a modest heel but were very plain and sensible in comparison to the rest of the outfit. This is it Lottie. This is exactly what you fucking signed up for and now you have to live with it. She dressed herself and almost left her room in search of someone to give her orders when she saw the red bracelet nestled in her covers. She grabbed the item and realized it was more of a watch than a bracelet as she turned it over in her hands to find the clasp. Unable to do so, she slid the adornment on her wrist and proceeded to shriek as it began to beep loudly and incessantly. "Oh fuck me I've already broken something!" She cried, touching the watch all over to get it to stop. She pressed button after button to no avail, finally slapping her hand over the device in a final attempt to quiet it. That had apparently been the right action as the noise stopped and the small head of Amber appeared floating above.

"New girl, I require you in my room asap, follow the map and be here within 3 minutes or pay the price." With that Amber's head disappeared back into the watch and a map took its place.

Lottie didn't have to be told twice, she left her room and followed the map to that of her new master's. She ran, ensuring that she would not be late, and arrived at the door panting. She hesitantly knocked and, upon hearing a faint call from within, entered the room. Lottie still wasn't fully sure about the role she was playing, so she bowed deeply to show respect.

"Yes mistress Amber?" She inquired.

"Not bad, I like that 'mistress Amber' bit. Anyways, I need you to run an errand for me. Can you do that?"

"Of course mistress." Lottie agreed, not even remotely knowing what she was about to be tasked with.

"Do you know of the man they call GraveRobber?"

"I- I've heard of him," Lottie suddenly lied, unsure if she would be putting G.R. in a dangerous position by knowing him.

"Excellent. Well I've arranged to meet him tonight to pick up some … some stuff I need. The thing is though, I don't particularly feel like getting it myself so I want you to go in my place. Understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"What a good girl you are. Take this envelope – don't you dare open it – and give it to GraveRobber. You'll receive further instructions afterwards."

"Where will I be meeting him?"

"Don't worry my men will drop you off." With that Amber handed her the envelope and ushered her out of the room.

Lottie was, once again, grabbed by either arm and roughly dragged and then dumped into an auspicious black limousine. "Seriously? You know I can fucking walk and am intelligent enough to follow other people!" She cried angrily, adjusting her clothes. She looked around the back seat as the car began to move. Lottie realized that aside from its large size there was little to keep her interest. Instead, she looked out the window at the crowds of people wandering the dark street. She tried to keep track of the turns and landmarks that the vehicle passed, strongly suspecting she would have to make her own way back, but was very quickly lost. How long had they even been driving? Was this an okay area of town to be alone in? Was there such an area in this fucking city? Or worse, was this an elaborate scheme to get rid of her? Had Rotti only jokingly agreed to employ her? Was she about to be murdered and easily forgotten about? It's kind of too freaking late to wonder about this you dumbass. As if the driver could read her mind, the vehicle came to a stop in a dark alley way. The backdoor was quickly opened and she was dragged out.

"Hey wait! Do I call you when I'm done? What's supposed to happen?" But the car sped away without a second glance. "Fuck you too asshole! If I die here I'll come back and haunt your ass for eternity!" The yelling made her feel slightly better.

"Well holy shit you did it," a voice filled with laughter sounded from behind her.

Lottie turned and saw GraveRobber casually leaning against the alley wall. She smiled and walked towards him.

"I'm just as shocked as you, I mean I didn't know the Largos would be so stupid as to hire crazy people."

"They've probably lowered their standards. Nice outfit by the way." He smirked, letting his eyes rove over her body.

Lottie looked down at herself and immediately gave up on even trying to cover up. "Yeah guess I kind of lost in that department, but everyone can see my tummy rolls and cellulite so we're all losing really."

GraveRobber scoffed, "I wish I could lose like this more often."

"Yeah sure, anyways how was your adventure earlier? Was it as successful as mine?" Lottie segued, walking closer to the charismatic figure. As she advanced she watched the laughter slowly fall from his face and be replaced with a controlled sternness.

"It was a pretty big score. There was a little blip along the way, but I managed to get out unscathed."

"A little blip?" Lottie asked, standing directly in front of the man.

"Looks like you had one yourself," He suddenly countered, reaching out with his hand as if to touch her face. Yet he hesitated to make the full contact, unsure if it was appropriate. He watched as the woman giggled and advanced into his outstretched hand. He began to inspect the black eye, gently running his fingers over the bruise.

"It wasn't as bad as the knife –" She quickly cut herself off, looking down.

"Well shit L they did a number on you huh?" He looked down at the now glaringly obvious scar on her lower stomach.

"They at least healed me up, if that's any consolation." She felt like crying in that moment. It seemed she had finally grasped the dangerous reality of her situation and was drowning in the panic. A few stray tears fell down her face and she quickly swiped them away. "Don't mind me, just realizing some things."

"Well we both know tears don't account for shit around here."

She nodded. She knew she had to tough it out to survive, knew she could do it. "You're very right, just a lapse I assure you."

GraveRobber had, without fully realizing it, loosely embraced the woman. He was startled to feel slender arms wrap around his torso rather tightly.

"I know this is really fucking weird, but thanks." Lottie said softly, pulling back from the man. "Anyways, I'm assuming you don't want to talk about your little blip so it's business time."

"Business time?"

"Yes indeed. I've been sent here on behalf of Miss Amber Sweet. I'm supposed to pick up some things for her in exchange for this," Lottie handed GraveRobber the sealed envelope as she spoke.

"What a lazy bitch," he murmured.

He quickly opened the enveloped, pulled out the accompanying letter, and read. His face grew tenser with each line, closing upon itself. He began to crumple the letter in anger but was stopped by a small hand upon his own.

"What's wrong?"

"That fucking bitch, tell her no way. She can either come in person or figure out another way to get her fucking fix."

"Woah, I'm sensing some strong discontent and I'm sure it's warranted but … what does she want?"

He wanted to kill Amber in that moment. That stupid, manipulative twat was continually trying to ruin everyone's fucking lives. He could tell that Lottie had not idea what the envelope contained.

"It doesn't matter, I'll settle this with Amber okay."

"Is there anyway I can help? I mean it looks pretty shitty if I can't even complete the first task assigned to me."

"Do you even know what she's asking of you?"

"Well from your reaction to that letter I've come to the conclusion that I don't know everything. So if I could just –" She quickly plucked the letter from his hands and scanned the page, her expression too becoming serious.

"Well shit. I'm sorry she didn't send me with any money G. R. And I clearly have jack shit on me," She chuckled at her own innuendo.

"Like I said, I'll settle with her later."

"Well I mean I could always do what she suggests in the letter? Pay you with her regular exchange? Whatever that is…" Lottie trailed off as she looked at his disgruntled face. She heard the click in her own mind.

"So a little tit for tat eh?"

"From time to time we enjoy an equal exchange." GraveRobber admitted rather tight lippedly.

"I'm going to be totally honest with you. I knew when I entered into this I'd become a sexual object. I'm a virgin so this will be insanely awkward, but I can try if it means getting this job done." Lottie thought for a moment and decided to add, "Although, I'm pretty sure Pavi might get angry if he finds out I'm no longer a virgin before he has his way with me.

"You're pretty fucking sure of how things are going to go."

"I think we all know the first thing Pavi does with a woman. But if you really don't want to do this, if you really want Amber or her money I completely understand. I'll just go back and tell Amber I couldn't compare to her, that I was instantly shot down. Something to validate her ego and keep us both safe."

GraveRobber was torn. He was enraged that Amber thought she could play him like this. That bitch owed him, and he was going to get her back that was for sure. Worse still, she had gotten another person involved. He looked up at the girl he had just met that very evening, a girl already being broken by the fucking Largo power system. He knew he was physically attracted to her, knew she was physically attracted to him. And he could sure let off some steam after the night he had had. GraveRobber locked eyes with Lottie and he felt the atmosphere shift.

"What do you want me to do? How far did you want me to go? I will just remind you I'm inexperienced so this will probably be fucking awful."

"Just shut up."

GraveRobber quickly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. He moved his head down and began to kiss her neck, smiling as he heard her breath hitch. He continued his kissing and felt her fingers intertwine in his long hair. He slowly pulled back and bent his own neck, inviting her to return the favour. She licked her lips and looked up at him, stealing herself for what she was about to do. He closed his eyes as he felt her soft lips barely connect with the flesh of his neck. She began to apply more pressure, lightly licking and nibbling just beneath his jaw. He gripped the hair at the back of her head in pleasure, emboldening her. She pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around him, continuing to kiss down his neck. He pulled back on her head and saw the slight confusion on her face.

"I knew I'd be shit, Jesus this is –"

He silenced her by initiating a forceful kiss. He admitted that her kissing was pretty clumsy at first, but she was a quick learner and began to match his movements. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and ravaged it, moving his hand to touch her breast. He shuddered as she softly mewled into his mouth. GraveRobber shoved her against the alley wall in his fervour and was delighted when she wrapped her legs around his torso. He continued to fiercely kiss her, allowing his pent-up emotions to flow through their bodies. And he admitted his body was going crazy. His erection was screaming at him as he felt her hips rock against his member. Was she even aware of what she was doing?

"Lottie we'd better slow down if you still want to be a virgin." He practically growled into her ear, biting her neck.

"B-but that's not, ah~, a very equal exchange."

"You're playing a fucking dangerous game here L"

It took a large part of his willpower to pull back from the willing partner wrapped around him. The sight he was met with almost made him dive right back in. She was panting, her lovely breasts heaving with every breath. There were bruises around her neck; a series of love bites and finger prints. Her lips were red and swollen from being kissed and her cheeks were flushed. To top it off, her eyelids were slightly lowered as she looked right at him.

"I'm pretty sure a make-out session isn't worth what you're selling G.R." She rolled her hips as if to emphasize her point and he hissed appreciatively.

"You're right, but the last time I checked you weren't setting the prices." He slowly lowered her to the ground as he made his statement.

"A blow job? Would that suffice?"

"It would be pretty fucking nice."

"Deal."

"Once again, I –"

"L I know you're a virgin okay? Just listen to me and it'll be fine."

Lottie smiled as she went to lower herself to her knees. She suddenly stopped, "I honestly think I might be too short for this. Did you mind sitting down so I could more readily access your … ?" She waved vaguely at his crotch region.

GraveRobber had to laugh at the request, but he obligingly sat on an overturned crate against the wall. Lottie knelt in front of him and a nervous giggle escaped her mouth. She quickly ruled her emotions and reached for his fly. He watched as her hand hesitated, suddenly redirected itself, and tentatively stroked his member. His leg twitched and he bit his lip to stop a moan from escaping. She softly rubbed his length, experimentally squeezing. Holy hell this was nice. But he was growing impatient. He quickly undid his fly and motioned for her to remove the prize. She slowly slipped her hand into the waistband of his underwear and pulled his penis out. He sighed as the air hit the head of his member. He looked down at Lottie as she slowly brought her head forward. She flicked her tongue out, running it quickly across the head of his penis.

"Keep going," He grunted through clenched teeth.

Encouraged, Lottie began to suck the head. She quickly licked down the underside of his member and tried to fit him into her mouth, pulling back after getting about halfway.

"How do I breathe with that in my mouth?"

"Use your nose dumbass."

Lottie tried once again, and he felt his eyes roll back as she wrapped her mouth around the base of his dick. She moved her head back and forth, sucking and licking the entire time. She was really fucking good at this. She brought her hands up and began assisting her mouth, grasping his base while fondling his balls. He was close. She picked up her pace and sucked hard. He was panting, sweat beading on his temple.

"Fuck."

She began to alternate between soft, ghost like kisses and touches and aggressive sucking and licking. She looked directly up at him as she took him fully in her mouth and he felt himself cum hard.

"Holy Fuck Lottie," He moaned, watching her mouth fill with his seed. His cock twitched as she swallowed. GraveRobber tucked himself back into place and fixed his clothing. He then helped Lottie to her feet

"Was I okay? I can't believe I asked you how to breathe." She laughed loudly.

"I can't believe you haven't given head before."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Take the Z and get out of here." GraveRobber handed her two vials of zydrate, more than he would have given Amber for a fuck.

"Thanks G.R., this means a lot to me."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you. How about I sweeten the deal by telling you about my little blip?" With that, GraveRobber revealed the strange encounter he had had with a young girl in the cemetery he was raiding. How she had run into him harvesting and followed him when they were near capture. He had managed to slip pass the security and watched as a single Repo man had taken her back into what he believed was her house.

"Woah poor kid I hope she's okay."

"I have an inkling that she'll be fine."

"Well I should probably head back to the… Oh FUCK!"

GraveRobber looked at her with confusion evident on his face. She sheepishly smiled at him.

"I may not know the way back…"

"Follow me."

She quickly followed the retreating figure.

"So any pointers for the future?"

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