"Alright, Miss Katt, let's begin. Thanks for coming by the way, I just wanted to conduct a final interview myself. So how'd you find us?" I questioned. In front of me, a very pretty girl with a spunky kind of attitude sat, her orange tail swaying behind her.
"No problem Boss! I saw reviews about your business online while browsing for some better opportunities. The comments were glowing about your place, and several people mentioned that the girls were treated real well here. So I decided to shoot my shot and went in for an interview the moment I saw that you were hiring!" She explained.
Insofar, I was pleased with what I heard. She had a great attitude, was ambitious, and seemed to radiate a positive feeling that was very infectious. It also helped that she had a cute, tomboy appearance. A fit body, amused green eyes, and wild orange hair.
"Well I'm glad that we impressed you so. Alright, first question; how did you get into this work, if you don't mind my asking?" She waved my concerns away, taking the question in stride.
"I always liked dancing, started with hip hop, break dancing, all the normal. Eventually, when I was about 17 or so, I got into pole dancing. Not necessarily stripper dancing, but still the more exotic stuff, yah know?" I nodded, understanding what she meant. Pole dancing was a rather popular activity, nudity included or not. I gestured for her to go on. "So anyway, I'm taking lessons, doing my thing, when I turned 18. I had been posting my dances online, fully dressed of course, and a couple months after I was a legal adult, I got offers to join some businesses. And it just lead on from there."
Huh, so she willingly got into the work? Surprising honestly. Most who ended up on stage only did so out of necessity, but apparently Neon was made of more exciting stuff.
"Huh, I must admire the spunk, Miss Katt. So next question, and keep in mind you're free to refuse, but I understand that you have experience in stripping for an audience, are you willing to do so again?" I asked. She nodded, flashing an excited smile.
"Sure thing Boss! Believe it or not, I actually rather enjoy stripping, in some odd way. I never could figure it out, but I always found it exciting! Do you need to see my tits?" She asked. I blinked, impressed by the brazen attitude. Taking a moment, I eyed her face, looking for any sign of discomfort, or of her merely asking because she thinks she needs to.
But no! She genuinely asked out of curiosity, thinking it would be helpful. I liked this girl.
"You know what? Sure, if you'd please. Feel free to stand and strip to whatever degree you feel comfortable with," I instructed. As casual as one buys a coffee, Neon stood, moving the chairs out of the way, and freely removed her shirt.
Although her tits were on the smaller side, they were exceptionally perky, and bounced with every step. She held her hands behind her back, and pushed her chest out, further inviting my eyes to roam over her chest.
"My, you are a very brave woman, Miss Neon. And you are more than attractive enough to dance for us," I said, attempting to rip my eyes from her bare chest, but struggling to do so.
"Aw, thanks Boss man! Some people find them a little too small, but I think that just makes them cuter," she said. And I had to agree. I was a man of many tastes, and as far as I was concerned? All tits, of any size, were good so long as they were healthy. And Neon was a very healthy woman indeed. I blinked, having to clear my head.
"I think it's best if you put your shirt back on. I don't think I can conduct the rest of the interview while so distracted," I instructed. She nodded, and placed her shirt back over her body. I dutifully ignored the cry of want from my 'other head.'
"Alright, continuing before I somehow distract myself again, how about your customer service? Have you interacted with guests before?" I questioned.
"Oh yeah! I love interacting with guests, it's exciting to be so, well, exciting to someone!" She answered.
Grover you amazing son of a bitch, you have struck gold!
"Well, that's great to hear! One last question, do you have something that helps set you apart from the other girls? We, as you can imagine, have a roster of very beautiful girls. And we plan to only grow our number of performers. What helps make you stand out individually?" I inquired. She hummed in thought, mulling my question over in her mind. Suddenly she snapped her fingers, before leaning over the desk, a victorious smile on her face.
"I'm really good at moaning~. And I mean at any time! Super realistic too, you can just add them into the routines, give me one of those clip-on microphone thingies, and I can moan and sigh as I dance!"
Forget gold, this girl was a fucking diamond. I gestured for her to show me, leaning back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other to keep my 'interest' hidden. I think she noticed anyway, however.
Once more leaning forward, she licked her lips, and looked my dead in the eyes as she began to moan.
"Ah~! Ah fuck~! Harder, please~! Pound me~. Fuck me dumb~," she moaned, her voice breathy and dripping with lust. If you didn't see her, and heard her as she let out her incredibly realistic sounds of excitement and arousal, you'd be totally forgiven for assuming that some girl was getting her brain pounded out of her head.
"You're hired, you're still available to start work the coming Wednesday?"
"Yep!"
Perfect!
"Welcome to the House, Miss Soleil. This meeting is merely a face to face introduction between yourself and I. Your position within the business is still there for you, so don't worry," I greeted. She nodded, a neutral expression on her face.
"It's alright Mr Eclair. I'm happy to answer any questions you may have for me," she told me, voice even and as neutral as her expression.
Her somewhat blank expression didn't take away from her attractiveness however. With a figure not dissimilar to Neo, she had a modest set of breasts, and a really admirable rear. Not that I looked too much.
She had a strangely exotic look to her, as well, with dark brown hair complimented by beautifully tan skin, her eyes a shimmering blue. The gold insignia on her forehead was also fascinating, but did make me question how it was stuck there. Was it like a sticker? Paint? Or maybe it was more like a brass shape that was adhered to her forehead with skin-safe glue or something?
Something to consider later.
"Well, firstly, I felt it necessary to ask; are you comfortable working here? I'm sorry if I'm bringing up anything upsetting, but with the pass being as it is, I wanted to check. And remember, you'll not be demeaned or insulted for refusing." She seemed to take a deep breath after that, eyes hazing over as if she was reliving that day. But with a shake of her head, she seemed to break out of it.
"Thank you for the consideration. But yes, I'm willing and wanting to work here. As long as I'm afforded some basic decency, I'll perform to your expectations," she answered. I nodded, but internally wondered if she could keep up that attitude. I hoped so, I wasn't wanting to dismantle a person's confidence, accidentally or otherwise.
"Alright. So firstly, how did you come to the decision to work for me specifically? How did you hear about us?" I asked. She straightened in her seat, answering with a clear voice.
"It was some gossip I heard at my original job. A few other dancers were talking about potentially applying to your business, and after asking, I decided to scout you out myself. From what I saw, your performers were treated well, and the presence of security further gave me confidence in working here," she answered. Internally I cheered, glad that our reputation was considered exceptionally good.
I decided to skip the question asking why she began work in this business, knowing full well the reasons why, and instead moved onto question number 3.
Oh wait, that was the 'are you willing to strip for the audience' question. Next one!
"So Miss Soleil, as you likely have figured out, we have a plethora of very beautiful women under our employ. What makes you stand out amongst them? It can be anything, maybe a particular dance genre you're fluent in? Or perhaps you've got a skill set you think can be used in your performance?" I questioned. She seemed to take a moment to respond, likely thinking over the question. To my surprise, however, I saw a very light dusting of red across her cheeks.
"I uh, ahem. I have piercings," she said. I blinked, my ears tracing over to her ears, lips and nose. No piercings that I could see.
"They're not exactly visible in these clothes," she further explained, and I have an 'ah' in understanding. Clearing my throat, I turned my eyes to the papers in front of them. For some reason they were very interesting all of a sudden.
"Can you possibly tell me where they are, or what types you have?" I questioned. She nodded, clasping her hands together.
"I have a navel piercing. Piercings in both my-, my nipples. And one on the- ahem, one on the hood of my, well, my, yah know," she said, listing the piercings with as even a voice as she could muster. I felt my jaw drop just a little.
"Pardon the assumption, but Miss Soleil, you don't really appear the type to have such, ahem, interesting piercings," I asked. She nodded, looking at the mini bar with an embarrassed expression.
"You wouldn't be the first to be surprised. It was uh, an after party of some sorts, I dunno. Everyone got a little crazy from drinks and the excited mood. I remember walking into a parlour at some point, and demanding they give me the sexiest piercings they had. I don't remember anything after that." Her piece said, Ciel decided to keep her gaze just above my head, unable to look me in the eyes. I couldn't blame her. I was sure that I was having a similar problem.
"Soooo, you okay performing with your midriff exposed?" I asked. She nodded, and that was that.
My final interview for the day was Nebula Violette. She seemed a sort of in between of Neon and Ciel. Not as excitable as Neon, but not as neutral as Ciel. Like I said, an in between.
"So Miss Violette; this interview and just a little meet and greet between yourself and I. Your position in the business isn't in any sort of danger, I promise," I began. She nodded, what little nervousness she had melting away, allowing her to feel a little easier.
Like apparently every woman that resides in Vale, Nebula was exceptionally attractive. Her figure was exactly in the middle, with a considerable bust, ample rear, and admirable thighs, with legs that you could visually follow for days. Her hair being such an interesting shade of purple only seemed to make the green colour of her eyes pop.
"Thank you Mr Eclair. I'm more than happy to answer any questions you have," she said, sounding a little similar to Ciel. I shrugged it off, and continued.
"Well first thing's first; how did you hear about the House? And what inspired you to apply here?" I began. She stood up a little straighter, speaking in an even, polite voice, as if this was a normal interview for a normal company.
"You've actually started to become rather famous, Mr Eclair. At least in the circles that your business resides in. I was planning to move onto a different job entirely, when my previous employer actually recommended you. He said that he attended one of your shows, and was suitably impressed." Wow, that was actually very polite of them, recommending a leaving employee to go to another business. I'm not sure many people would have done that. I checked her resume again, and blinked in surprise.
"Ah yes, I see here. You worked at the Beacon Lighthouse. Your previous employer was Ozpin?" I asked. She nodded, apparently just as surprised as I was.
"I didn't know that you knew him personally Mr Eclair. Have you met before?" She questioned. I nodded, placing my elbows on my desk and resting my chin on my knuckles.
"Yes, but only the once. He actually attended the grand opening of the House. I didn't know that I had left such a positive impression that he would send a leaving employee to me," I explained. The both of us hummed in pleasant surprise.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I got distracted. Moving on, what got you into this business as a whole?" I asked her. She crossed one leg over the other, a thoughtful expression crossing her face.
"Well, keeping to the necessary details; like many other people, I became a dancer out of necessity. My family wasn't particularly affluent, so it was expected that we would find whatever work we could. My brother worked in a slaughterhouse, my dad had 3 seperate jobs, and my mother was a stripper as well. She was the one who introduced me to the work," she told me. Leaning back, I hummed in consideration. Like she said, it was a very common story. Poverty and necessity were both roads that often lead to sex work.
"And now, after what I assume to be a couple years passed, how do you feel about the job now?" I inquired. She gave a so-so gesture, thinking for a moment on how to answer.
"I'm far from depressed and resentful about my job. I view it exactly as that, a job. I guess I have a similar outlook to it as someone who works an office job, necessary, not so bad, but also just a job. I'm sorry, is that too honest? It makes it sound like I'm reluctant to actually work," she apologised, scratching her cheek in embarrassment. I waved off her concerns, totally understanding.
"No no, it's fine, I understand. As long as you work to the best of your ability, it's all good. This interview is more about me understanding my future workers and performers better," I explained to her. She calmed down after that, chuckling in a slightly shy manner.
"Right, my apologies. W-were there any other questions you had?" I snapped my fingers, remembering the talk at hand was in fact an interview.
"Yes, two more! Firstly, you may or may not have heard that the House is considering having a strip performance. Until this point we've only had the dancing, but with the influx of new workers we wanted to add a more exciting routine. The question is thus; are you willing to participate in the nude dancing. Keep in mind, you are free to refuse, this is a choice." She blinked, seeming to consider my question with utmost seriousness.
"I believe I can. I'm willing to do so on some nights, but not every night. Is that okay?" She asked, relaxing a little when she saw my nod of agreement.
"Of course. The performance actually won't be a nightly occurrence, more like 3 or 4 nights a week. For the moment, we can write you in for 2 performances of the week, and we'll see how we go from that, okay?" That seemed to please her greatly, as she nodded emphatically, calm and easy at the thought of her new role. She suddenly seemed to remember something.
"Oh, before I forget, you said you have two questions, correct?" I nodded, thankful that at least one of us had a decent memory.
"Right, last question. So, we have 9 beautiful women in our employ now, and each one brings something to the table. What helps you stand out amongst the roster? It can be pretty much anything," I questioned her. She considered the question, much like Neon and Ciel had, before seeming to come up with an idea.
"Well, I'm not sure if this counts, but I used to do some martial arts when I was younger. I've kept up the exercise pretty consistently, so I've ended up being pretty, well, toned. W-Would that work?" I blinked, very pleasantly surprised. Nodding excitedly, I gestured for her to show me, only as much as she was comfortable with of course.
Shyly, she stood, and pulled up her shirt, exposing her torso. And god damn, she didn't lie.
Nebula had a modest pair of abs, toned but not to an unattractive degree. Rolling up her sleeve, she flexed her arm, a modest bulge forming from the muscle. I don't know about you, but I had a love for athletic women.
"Miss Violette, you will most certainly fit in with our roster. Don't think your physique will hold you back in any way, we cater to almost all interests," I told her. She smiled, putting her shirt down with a pleased grin.
"And that's how the interviews all went," I finished. In front of me, Glynda, Neo and Blake were all sat in front of my desk, munching on some chicken fried rice for lunch. They hummed, finding the story rather interesting. Glynda swallowed her mouthful of food, dabbing at her cheek with a napkin.
"I must admit, I'm equally surprised by Miss Soleil's choice of piercings," she said. Blake shrugged, digging around her noodles for the chicken bits.
"She got drunk and ended up with some crazy piercings. Not that different to getting a drunk tattoo," she said, unimpressed. I, however, shook my head in disagreement.
"Ah, but piercings aren't like a tattoo. You can just take out the piercings, let the holes close, and leave it at that. But she actively decided to keep them in, even after all this time." The girls all blinked, seeming to catch on with what I was saying. Neo placed her fork into the noodle container, using an odd gesture of zipping her mouth shut, before sticking her tongue out and mimicking the face of a girl in the throes of intense intercourse. Blake blinked at her.
"What?" She wondered. I held a hand up.
"I think what Neo's saying is that this is a 'It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for' situation. Am I right?" She nodded, tapping the side of her nose in confirmation.
"Well, that certainly explains our Neo," Glynda quipped, giving one of her very rare jokes. The mute pouted, slurping on her noodles with exaggerated sadness. No one believed her for a moment, mostly because Glynda was right.
"So, the strip performance is basically confirmed? Who's on the roster?" Blake wondered. Chewing a mouthful of chicken and noodles, I reached into a drawer and pulled out the schedule for the strip performance, handing it to Blake.
"Alright, so strip night's are Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. Neon performs all three nights, Nebula Thursday and Saturday. Melanie on Tuesday and Saturday. Not Militia?" She wondered. The Twins were famous in the house for doing almost everything together, or at least in a similar manner. Tossing my empty noodle container into the bin, I explained.
"Militia says she likes to make people work for a full show of the goods. Her words not mine. Surprised me too, but I wasn't going to push it."
The girls nodded in understanding. They knew that each performance was a choice, and so weren't really surprised.
"How do you think the new girls will react to the casual sex around here? I mean damn, on 3 separate occasions I've walked in on 2 or 3 more people going at it like rabbits. And you were 2 of those instances!" Blake exclaimed, pointing a spoon at me in an accusatory manner. It was true, too. Twice Blake walked in on me and one of the girls fucking. The first time was with Neo, a quick fuck after her shift ended, and the second time was with Melanie, though in my defence, at that instance we were in my office.
Glynda ignored her, and instead counted on her fingers what she imagined the reaction for the new girls would be.
"I don't think Neon will be bothered. The opposite in fact, I think she'd likely join in, or at least watch," she began, eyeing me with an unamused glance, knowing I was similar. Neo giggled at my affronted expression. "Yang would likely get used to it, but is a little less likely to participate in that moment. Nebula will likely need to have the situation explained to her. Which you should leave to me, if it comes from you she might imagine that you're trying to coerce her into sleeping with you."
Sometimes I hate when she was right. It wasn't often, but once in a while, it just sucked. Mostly because it was my behaviour being thrown into under scrutiny.
"What about Ciel? I mean sure she may be a little kinkier on her own, but I'm not so sure about her with people," Blake interjected. We all hummed in thought at that. It was likely that she would also have to have the situation explained to her. Though Glynda may have to be a little gentler when broaching the subject.
"We'll leave that to you Glynda. For now, spread the word with the others; if they want to have some fun time, by themselves, with me, with each other, it doesn't matter, just make sure to do it in a private place. That includes you Neo," I ordered them, placing a reproachful look on Neo, who pouted, but nodded her agreement.
"Good. Let's try and make their introduction into our establishment as easy as possible," I finished.
"Oh my god!"
D'ah, shit. That was Ciel.
Quickly standing, we jogged to where her shout of surprise originated, barreling into the girls washroom. And were incredibly, well, only slightly, surprised by what we saw.
Firstly was Ciel, who was naked except for the fact that she had a blue towel wrapped around her body. On her face was a look of abject embarrassment, cheeks a bright red that threatened to give off a glow if she weren't careful.
More surprising however, was the fact that Neon was on her knees, her mouth buried in Melanie's cunt, who was sitting on a bench, looking surprised and a little embarrassed at so many people suddenly bursting into her and Neon's play time. And yes, to answer the exceptionally obvious question, they were both entirely naked.
Neon pulled her head from Melanie's crotch, looking embarrassed, yes, but more to the degree similar to when a pre-teen has to go through the talk with their parents.
"What's happening?! Is someone hurt-, oh. Oh, okay then," Someone said. Turning, I saw that it was Nebula, who had likely heard Ciel's scream as we did.
Speaking of, Ciel had her hands over her eyes, but I could see that one eye was peering out from a small space between her middle and ring finger. Interesting.
Melanie gave a weak wave, fighting off the pure humiliation of having more than half a dozen people intrude on her having some fun with another. Neon only seemed a little better.
"Okay everyone, let's go, time to get out, no emergency here!" I instructed. Everyone seemed to break from the reverie, and exited the washroom one by one. Yes, that includes me too. Trust me, I'm just as disappointed.
Ciel was standing in a corner, stuttering from the shock of intruding on a little amorous enjoyment between her co-workers. I gestured for everyone to get going, minus Glynda. Neo had to be ordered a little more sternly, but she left too.
"So uhhh, we can explain," I began, Ciel looking at me with an expression that said 'no, no you cannot explain!' I continued anyway, clearing my throat and attempting to speak in as calm a voice as I can muster. "So, I recognise that you're surprised. It's understandable. A few of us were just talking about explaining the situation to you."
"O-Oh really? Great! Super great! Please explain!" She ground out, a forced expression of calm acting as a mask to hide the no doubt tumultuous feelings of confusion, surprise and possibly a little arousal. Glynda continued where I left off.
"Now Ciel, the way it works, is that sex is considered common and healthy here at the House. As long as all parties involved are enjoying themselves, and it doesn't interfere with work, sex between coworkers is allowed," she explained. I nodded my agreement, taking a single step forward.
"That's exactly right. Now you, of course, absolutely have the choice to refrain from participating. There's absolutely no pressure," I soothed, her nervousness easing somewhat, until we heard Melanie moan out from inside the washroom.
"That's right! Eat me out you fucking bitch!"
Seriously, even after they get interrupted, they're still going at it?
I had to make this quick, I wanted in.
"How about you take the rest of the day off, and just use the time to process the situation. Like we said, there's no pressure for you to join in, or anything of that nature," Glynda offered. Ciel nodded, and seemed to prepare to leave, only to realise that she was still only in a towel.
"Oh god! I forgot my clothes! They're back in the washroom!" She exclaimed. Like a valiant knight, I stepped forward, and offered myself to go and retrieve her clothes.
"It's alright, I'll go in, quickly grab them, and be out in 5 minutes-," I began, only for Glynda to shove her hand over my mouth, silencing me right quick.
"No, not happening. If we send you in there we'll never get you out. I'll get them. You stay here," she ordered, giving me a light shove away from the washroom entrance. Dammit. Well, I tried.
As Glynda went in searching for Ciel's lost clothing, she and I both stood in silence, the air suddenly a little awkward around us. I cleared my throat, and she tightened her towel around her body.
"Soooo, besides all of, that, how's your day been?" I asked. She looked at me with an incredulous expression, no doubt wondering if I was seriously trying to chat at a time like this. Fair.
Back to awkward silence it was.
. . .
"I'm mostly a virgin!" Ciel suddenly exclaimed. I blinked, the sudden exclamation throwing me off. She whined, clearly uncomfortable.
"I'm mostly a virgin. I've only ever been with two guys, and we only ever did missionary. And I've never done anything with another girl either! And, well, I've obviously never just walked in on anyone going at it. So, I was just, uh, surprised. I'm sorry for the over the top reaction," she explained, bowing her head in uneasiness. Oh, that explained the sudden declaration of her sexual history. I shook my head, waving off her worries.
"It's fine. I know we keep saying it, but you really don't have to feel pressured into doing anything. We're a lot of things here in the House of Ecstasy, but cruel isn't one of them. Just do whatever feels right," I told her, placing a hand on her head and giving her hair a light ruffle. She blinked, straightening her hair, but appeared to take my words into consideration.
A moment later, Glynda exited the washroom, a bundle of clothes in her arms.
"I'm sorry if that was a bit of a wait, I had a little trouble initially finding your clothes," she explained, handing the garments over to a much calmer Ciel. Smirking, I leant over to Glynda, speaking in a whisper.
"Either that or you had to give those two a metaphorical dressing down, yeah?" She sighed, and palmed her face, exasperated.
"No, no. Knowing those two, they'd likely enjoy it. Ciel, are you alright dear?" She asked. The other girl nodded, appearing to have calmed down to her usual, neutral self. I didn't miss the light dusting of red across her face, however.
"Yes, I'm alright, Miss Goodwitch. Mr Eclair helped calm me down, and assured me that I would not be expected to perform any sexual acts with anyone. If you don't mind, could you point me to a private room so I can get dressed?" She asked, voice back to its even cadence. Glynda nodded, and led her over to a more secluded space to dress.
Well, that left me alone. I considered sneaking into the washroom and joining Neon and Melanie, but a sharp look from Glynda convinced me otherwise. Nevermind then.
Sighing at my poor luck, I instead dragged myself back up to my office.
But apparently Christmas came early, as there in the loveseat, Neo sat, naked from the waist down, tapping her fingers patiently.
"Those two got you going did they?" I questioned, receiving an excited nod of confirmation. She wet her lips, and spread those tempting pussy lips wide, the message clear.
'Eat me~'
Who was I to refuse?
Before I even knew it, I was tongue deep in Neo's cunt, her thighs squished against my head. How I crossed the distance between the door and the loveseat in less than 2 seconds I'll never know.
The short mute raised her hips, pressing my head down to further stuff my tongue inside of her, drawing a quiet moan out of her. Grabbing her hips, I pulled her closer and raised her lower body up, running my tongue against her folds. She shimmied and twitched, attempting to force me back into her cunt, but the angle restricted ability to do so.
I was probably one of very few people to hear any sound come from Neo, so I endeavoured to draw out every whimper and moan. Maybe it was all psychosomatic, but I could swear she tasted delicious.
Then again, I was a perverted fuck so it might just be my imagination.
The sloppy sounds of my eating her out filled the room, my face damp with her aroused juices, driving me mad. Her thighs were so fucking soft on my head, and the way she squeezed them around my ears only galvanised me further.
Forcefully, and rather reluctantly, I spread open her thighs and removed my mouth from her cunt, causing her to whine in frustration. If looks could kill I'd likely be 6 feet under.
"Easy Neo," I soothed, picking her up and holding her in the air. She really was light as a feather.
Shoving my tongue into her mouth, essentially forcing her to taste her own cunt, I pressed her back against the wall, still standing, keeping her pinned with my body weight. Hastily, I removed my pants and let them fall to my ankles, pressing my shaft against her entrance.
She stared up at me, needy, short of breath, her fingers digging into the fabric of my shirt, ripping it. Our flushed faces were so close to each other, our body heat mixing and making everything feel heady. She whined, trying to force her legs around my waist and draw me inside her, but without any leverage, all she could was weakly flail. Letting out a hot breath that was mixed with the scent of her vagina, I finally gave in, and slipped my cock into her cunt. With a growl, I pulled my hips back, to the point that my tip almost slipped out of her puss, and then shoving it back in, causing her smaller body to spasm wildly. I could feel her teeth press to my neck, causing me to let out a moan of my own.
God she was so fucking tight. I'm sure it was because of her small frame.
Over and over, agonisingly slowly, our hips met and separated, repeating the process. Her mouth went up and down my neck, and I could feel her bite and suck on the skin, no doubt marking me. She was possessive like that.
Encouraged from her biting and wanton lust, I started to speed up, the office being filled with the wet slapping sounds of me pounding her cunt, accompanied by moans, whimpers and gasps. The back of my shirt was surely in tatters, as I could her nails dig into my skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure, an odd combination that seemed to spur me on. Did she do that on purpose? Or was it merely a symptom of her elevating pleasure?
"Fuck how are you so tight?" I questioned, more to myself than anything else. But from her giggling, I guessed that she not only heard me but found the question amusing.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap
Her lips moved to my ear, twisting and biting the lobe, her feral nature shining through. She had become a natural at drawing out guttural moans and needy breaths from me, her small body pressed so tight against mine that I could feel the hardening of her nipples through her shirt, the soft touch of her thighs in my hips heavenly.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap
"Y-you took the pill right?" I asked her, groaning when she shook her head. "I'll need to pull out-."
She didn't like the sound of that, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her. Her hazy eyes stared into mine as she gave a slow shake of her head. Fuck, that stare was driving me crazy.
Her walls constricted my cock, refusing to allow me to pull out. So fucking tight, that it almost hurt. Never stopped Neo though, nothing ever did.
"Fine, okay, plan B, alright?" I offered. Smiling like the cat that caught the canary, she nodded, before biting into my shoulder hard enough to draw just a little bit of blood. Fucking feral monster of a woman!
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, both out of pain and a strange, warped pleasure.
Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap
Clawing, biting, kissing, nibbling, pounding, moaning, whimpering, a cacophony of sound that formed an orchestra of sex and pleasure. Taste, sound, scent and touch were all being twisted by lust. We were both so fucking close. And it seemed we were both intent on finishing with each other.
"Aaaah, aaaaah, AAAAAAH~" She moaned, the most vocal I've heard her. The both of us spasmed and came, the breath escaping from both of our chests, my seed spilling into her cunt. The hot moan she let out at the sensation was all I heard for a moment, the rest of my brain having to take a moment to reset. Before I knew it, we were both laid in the love seat, a messy, sweaty pile of slowly dissipating lust. Her head was on my chest, the both of us taking deep breaths to stabilise ourselves.
Looking up at me, Neo gave a tired but content smile, moving her head up to kiss my lips. She still tasted like her cunt.
"Satisfied yet?" I playfully ask, drawing a giggle from the short girl. Slowly, she rose up, sitting on my lap. Before my very eyes, she began to remove her shirt, unbuttoning every button at an agonising pace. Fuck me, was she really planning to go again?
"Hey Boss? I just had a question about the next roster and-, oh c'mon! Fourth fucking time!" We heard. Tilting my head, I saw Blake standing by the door, an absolutely disbelieving look on her face.
Oops.