Servants, it is known, do not normally require sleep, just as they do not need any form of sustenance other than Mana.
The only reason why Saber bothered sleeping at all was to lessen the drain of energy on Shirou during the Grail War, and later on, Rin, after his forced departure had put a greater toll on her.
The King of Knights was no stranger to restless nights. Although in the course of her life as the leader of her armies she had learned how to force her own body to shut down and rest, the mind wasn't tamed as easily.
Eventually, though, she had managed to learn how to force her mind to recuperate as well, and only the most vivid and most stubborn dreams managed to break through the mental fortress she had erected around herself.
The one she was having was one such dream.
She was laying on her back, in a dark room. Her chest heaved up and down, frantically gasping for oxygen, and her sprawled limbs were trembling at her sides.
'What is this…?'
She was exhausted, like she had run a thousand miles under the sun at noon. Her heart was beating so rapidly that she was afraid it would burst out of her chest.
'What is this…?'
It was almost like she had fought the most intense battle of her life and yet… A sense of deep satisfaction and fulfillment pervaded her naked body.
'Wait, naked?'
Something touched her legs, spreading them apart slowly. Her eyes moved down and found something emerging from the darkness.
A thick manhood, throbbing with expectation loomed closer to her. She tried to move, but her body would not respond. Worse yet, her breathing became more laboured, almost expectantly, and the heartbeat that was beginning to calm down leaped in her throat once more.
'Do I want this?'
Big hands grabbed her thighs, spreading them open, and the influx of cool air against her wet core made her shiver in delight.
'I am... aroused?'
She was indeed feeling her body react, trembling with desire.
'Shirou... I want you.'
She felt his breath on her, although his face was still wreathed in darkness. The touch of his fingers on her skin set her heart on fire and her hands unwittingly twisted the bed sheets.
'Shirou... I need you.'
His shaft pushed against her wet opening and her body shivered in delightful anticipation, which turned into searing pleasure as he buried itself deep inside her. She gasped and he took advantage of that opening to slide his tongue between her lips, engaging with hers into a slick dance.
His thrusts became faster, reaching depths he never had before and then, finally, white hotness shoot into her core, shaking her very being.
Only then he pulled his lips away from hers and she found herself staring in the eyes of her passionate lover... Howard Ogdenson.
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Saber woke up with a silent shout, throwing the covers away.
"What...," she gulped, "what the hell was that? Why would I be dreaming of doing something like that with that despicable man?"
She was horrified beyond words, and yet her body was still shaking from the intense dream she had experienced.
She felt nauseous and turned to look at her side, only to find Rin's side of the bed was completely empty.
This wasn't something new as of late. Rin was always busy keeping things running at the Clock Tower either by experimenting with Magecraft or networking with other Magi, all for the sake of gaining sufficient influence to have the Sealing Designation on Shirou revoked.
That meant that Saber saw her briefly a couple of times a week, if she was lucky. Both of her two loves were basically gone.
Was that why she had such a dream? Was she feeling lonely? Perhaps she was, but why dream of Howard? Why not of Rin or Shirou? Granted, lately because of her job she was seeing him more than she did Rin and she had already established that he was a man of lust, but was that really enough of her lonely self to have night fantasies of him?
Was she really someone so filthy deep inside that her mind would associate something as precious as her bond with Rin and Saber to someone as depraved as Howard Ogdenson?
The King of Knights could only ponder without finding an answer, until the sunrise came to shed away the hollow night.
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Rin stirred awake. She pulled herself up to a seated position, and the covers fell from her naked body as she stretched with a yawn.
Where was she again? Oh, right. One of Howard's many bedrooms.
He was nowhere to be seen, as expected. This was the first time that Rin had slept over at his place after they had sex but she was glad not to find him sleeping in the same bed as her, having probably left right after she had passed out.
That was fine with her. She could appreciate that he had a wonderful cock and that he knew how to use it, but otherwise she didn't like him very much. More importantly, sharing a bed to sleep was more of a thing for actual lovers, and they were certainly not that. What she looked for in their relationship, besides the money involved, was the feeling of degradation that came from being bought. It would not do if he developed any sort of attachment.
She slid out of the bed and made her way to the adjacent bathroom, where she took a hot shower to free her body from the signs of the previous night's rutting.
Stepping out with only a towel around her head, Rin contemplated her figure in the full length mirror.
She had changed, physically, but also mentally. Looking at herself with a detached gaze, she could not deny that the Rin of the past would not recognize her present self. The old Rin was uptight and not quite sincere, while the new Rin was more relaxed and honest-at the very least with herself.
There was a sense of displacement, as she tried to look at her own self with the eyes of a person she no longer was, however she didn't find herself at fault.
She had cast away her pointless pride to protect the people she cared about. Surely, that would compensate whatever compromise she had had to make.
That is what the old Rin would have said to excuse her behavior.
The new Rin, however, was not like that. She had already acquired the financial means to pay back her debts and she had sufficient talent for that to carry her further still, without having to debase herself any further.
No, this was something she was doing for herself, because she enjoyed it, because it gave her unprecedented thrills, because it made her feel alive and complete. What does it matter if something was wrong when it felt so incredibly good?
Not to mention that the surplus of Mana she received from Gerard had such an incredible effect on her looks. Her breasts were getting bigger still, but her hips were also getting wider, nearly giving that hourglass look that most men look for in a woman, but that Asians can only dream of.
Her tits had finally acquired a slight bounce and even her derriere now looked plump without being fat.
So what if she was being vain? She was a woman. She was entitled to it.
Humming in satisfaction, she recovered her clothes and dressed herself. It was going to be another hard day of work at the Clock Tower, and then she was off to the Velvet Room for her first night as a professional stripper.
Life was not perfect yet, but it was still wonderful.
She never realized that the previous night's escapades had been experienced by her Servant as well, through the connection they shared.
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Saber's routine was quite simple. She got up at the crack of dawn, spent an hour exercising with the sword and then she would proceed to have a light breakfast (as measured by a pack of lions).
After that, she would leave the apartment and ride the bus to the closest stop to her workplace, about half an hour of a walk away.
When she arrived that morning, the gates were already open and her employer's limousine was leaving the premises at high speed.
Howard was not aboard, she knew. He rarely left the mansion before lunch. However, his driver still left the mansion every single morning, returning Howard's guest of the previous evening back to the city.
Every night, there were guests who stayed over and then were escorted back in the morning. Sometimes they were business associates and some other times they were young women of considerable beauty.
Saber was no fool and thus she knew exactly what those women were up to. It was one of the reason why she had been troubled by Rin's attendance.
Saber knew that Rin wasn't that sort of woman, and that her affiliation with Howard was purely professional. The man was a renown jewel trader.
Still, the King of Knights couldn't help but worry about her Master's wellbeing. Magi were a treacherous bunch, and there was no telling what underhanded move they could make.
However, the few times they had met in the previous weeks gave Saber no reason to believe anything was amiss.
Rin looked well. In fact, she looked better than she ever had. She had even gained a bit of weight, which was a good sign. There was truly nothing to worry about.
Therefore, she did not notice how close her Master actually was, when she passed her by in the limo with dark-tinted glasses. If she had, perhaps things might have played differently.
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Saber's job was simple and straightforward, at least compared to the duties of a king.
She arrived at the mansion in the late morning and set out to distribute the workload for the rest of the day. Then, she would supervise the various workers and eventually settle any issue that might arise. The mansion was sizable enough and it had over a hundred people working full-time, from the waiting staff, to the security and the gardeners. Technically speaking, Saber was in charge of the waiting staff only, but her superior charisma made people seek her counsel every time, making her the de facto head of the entire staff.
She didn't mind the extra burden. In fact, she enjoyed it. For one thing, it kept her away from having to perform the most basic tasks that, as a king (even one raised as a humble squire), she'd rather not do.
More importantly, it made her feel like she had a purpose, no matter how small it was.
After lunch had been served for the many guests that came over every single day, Saber had lunch herself (once again putting a pack of lions to shame), then she organized the activities for the afternoon.
While the staff went about their business with boosted confidence, Saber was left with little to do beside checking that everything was going on flawlessly, and that left her with a lot of time to think.
She used the opportunity to evaluate her current employer.
Howard Ogdenson was an unlikable man in many ways. He was clearly a person of many vices, in which his wealth allowed him to indulge at great length. He had a fondness for food that reflected in the shape of his body and he had a even greater fondness for the female form.
She had deduced this, not so much from the female guest he entertained in his rooms, but from the talking of the female members of the staff, who commented about how, sometimes, they were the target of his attentions.
Now, Saber would have put her foot down on such shenanigans, violently so if needed, even if the man was her employer, if not for the fact that the very same girls lamented how infrequent Howard's propositions were.
That threw her for a loop.
It turned out that most of the women on staff had had sex with their employer at one point or another, usually in an attempt to curry his favour (and an even better paycheck), only to be completely blown away by how skilled he was in the arts of lovemaking, leaving them bemoaning the lack of an encore.
Many, she had later discovered, turned down offers of better employment just so that they could have a chance to be called upon by him to share the night with them.
Saber was at least content in knowing that her employer didn't force himself on his employees and that he knew how to treat them well.
Speaking of which, the man had the unquestionable loyalty of his entire staff, even the male part. Apparently, not only did he pay good money for services rendered, but he also took a personal interest in the wellbeing of his people, whether they were his house-staff or the many other people that worked under his employ.
He was undeniably good to his employees, and Saber found herself having to begrudgingly respect the man, even if she didn't like it.
She briefly wondered if this near-constant whispering of his sexual prowess was the reason behind her nightly fantasy. She'd rather not believe that, thinking herself above such things, but the truth was that before being involved with Shirou and Rin, she had completely shut-off that part of her and when she allowed herself to explore that side of her own self, either Shirou and Rin were around to satisfy her more than she ever needed.
Now... Now it had been awhile since she had last shared her intimacy with anyone, while she overheard every day how good her employer was in that department.
Maybe it was normal-human, even-but Saber did not like it. Even if it was just a dream, it felt like cheating on her lovers, and she could not abide that. Still, with nothing of greater importance to keep her mind busy, she inadvertently relapsed into that line of thought every now and then.
When she returned home that evening, she took a long, cold shower to clear away the discomfort that had pooled at the bottom of her stomach and went to bed doing her utmost best not to think about anything that could be considered improper in any shape or form.
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While Saber was mulling over her issues, Rin was standing in pitch black darkness, her heart going a mile a minute. Soon, it would be her moment. Soon...
"Ladies and Gentlemen," a smooth voice spoke from the loudspeaker, "tonight, we have the pleasure of presenting you a priceless jewel from the distant lands of Japan. Meet the wonderful Ruby Red!"
The curtains were pulled apart and Rin was bathed in stroboscopic light.
She stepped forth, wearing a red, button up coat that reached about halfway to her thighs. From there to her ankles, her longs legs were clad in tantalizing black stocking.
She approached the pole standing in the middle of the platform, the clicking of her heels drowned out by the applause from the crowd beneath.
She twirled around the metal pole, dancing in rhythm with the music, sultrily twisting her body around.
The whistles and the cheers from the crowd thrilled her as she stretched her long, nylon clad legs. Taking hold of the pole with both hand, she stuck out her butt in direction of the spectators, rotating her hips tantalisingly.
The roar of the crowd told her that she had hit the mark with that. It was time to move onto the next part.
Relinquishing the pole, she turned to the crowd as her hands went for the button of her coat. With nimble fingers, she opened them one by one, flashing a hint of her cleavage to the crowd before turning her back on them and opening the last remaining ones. With a swift movement she pulled it open and she let it fall to floor.
The crowd cheered in approval as their gaze devoured the sight of her back, clad in exquisite black lingerie.
The music picked up and Rin returned to the pole once more, with a salacious smile on her lips and with her heart threatening to burst out from her chest.
This feeling... this exposure... it was of the most thrilling experience of her life. To be gazed upon, to be lusted over. That was the purpose of beauty.
It was art, and to conceal it was a sin.
Bursting with confidence, she moved to the next item on the list: the black garment that held her firm breasts.
Michael, the manager, had picked it for her and she had to admit the man had good taste. Even when she used to bother with underwear, Rin always went for the practical stuff, never wasting more money than strictly necessary. She never had never seen the point of lingerie, but now that she had greater appreciation for her body, she understood that quality merchandise came in quality packaging, even if it was only there to be unwrapped. It was yet another proof of how short-sighted she used to be.
But those were thoughts for another time. Now it was time to give her audience another piece of herself. Walking to the very edge of the stage with an excessive sway of her hips, she unlatched her bra, but did not outright remove it.
Instead she leaned forward, bringing her arms together to squeeze her tits between shaking her chest teasingly. Only when she was satisfied with the shouts from the audience did she stand back up and threw it to them. Her breasts bounced freely, until she wrapped her arms underneath them.
Finally, a part of her body that only a selected few had seen theretofore was now in full display. Her nipples ached to be pinched, twisted mercilessly, but now was not the time. Later she would have all the time.
Now, she had to present the main dish.
Once again she made her way to the pole, where she grinded herself even further. Whereas other women would just put on a show, Rin pressed the metal firmly between her legs, letting the piercing coolness contrast against the hotness of her cunt.
Although she was aroused, she was not yet quite wet, which was strange, but she had no time to ponder why. She spent another few moments rubbing herself against the pole, showing exactly how her tits could hug its girth and how ecstatic she looked doing so.
None of the girls she watched exhibiting in the previous days had ever worn such an expression, because none of them actually enjoyed the exposure. They were only pretenders. Tohsaka Rin was the real deal, and she was about to prove it.
Walking back to the edge of the stage, she cocked her hips to the side and put a finger to her lips, making a pout that seemed to convey a 'whatever should I do now?'
Needless to say, the crowd was more than happy to yell the answer. Smiling wickedly, she tugged at the edge of her panties but she did not remove them immediately. Instead she turned around and pulled them down just so that the elastic would bit into the softness of her butt, showing exactly how juicy it was. Rin threw a smile behind her back and slowly rotated her hips; all the while, her fingers toyed with the last piece of modesty she still pretended to have.
Finally, she gave in to the demands of the audience and she let the panties fall to the floor unimpeded, after which she pulled her legs slightly apart and gave herself a solid spank that made her butt wiggle.
The crowd went mad, and Rin finally understood how the gods felt as they relished in the worship of their believers.
She sauntered to the edge of the stage, so that they could see up close every inch of her body, completely naked except for shoes and stocking. She twirled around some more, cupping her breasts and slapping or spreading her ass.
However, she realized that something was still missing, an important element that she could not pinpoint.
Either way, the show was finally over and she could get off the stage.
Normally, a stripper would collect her stuff and go back to the changing room to get dressed again, either for another show later or to leave. The most extroverted of them would then join the audience to have a chat with their fans, but Rin decided to just go without bothering to cover herself again.
She was very nearly swarmed by the public, but she gave no hint of discomfort at being so exposed in such close proximity. A patron offered her a drink which she graciously accepted and she did not say a word when the same man stealthily copped a feel of her round bottom.
She mingled for a while, but none of the clients actually dared to overstep their boundaries. It was a bit disappointing, but she didn't mind too much. However, she made note of all the stares she received, weighing which of them would better suit her objective.
Holding her drink she approached a black skinned man seating quietly into a corner. naked. The other girls shot her looks that varied from curiosity to disdain, but Rin didn't was worth a hundred of them, half baked things that they were.
She was worth a hundred of them, half-baked things that they were.
"Mind if I sit here?" she asked sultrily, enjoying how he devoured her with his eyes.
"Not at all, Miss Ruby." He motioned for her to take a seat. "That was a wonderful show you put on."
"Why thank you. That was my first exhibition, so I must confess I was a bit nervous up there."
"Really?" He arched an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have thought that, considering how, ah, nonchalant you seem to be about your nudity."
Rin cocked her head, smiling thinly. "Do you think I should conceal my body? Such a pity-I thought you liked it."
"No, no!" He quickly waved his hands. "I like your body very much, I swear. Honestly, you are the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."
"Now you're just being polite. I know you don't actually think that."
"I swear it, miss Ruby. I couldn't get my eyes off you the entire time."
"Truly?" Her smile grew, as she leaned toward him, placing a hand on his arm. Her chest was going a mile a minute. This was it, the defining moment. "Then, if you really think so, you might have a taste of me... for a fee."
The man's eyes widened and then hardened. "Miss Ruby, if I agree to something like that, I won't let you take it back later."
Rin's smile widened. "Believe me, there's no way I would take it back."
"Are we going about this here?"
"That would put the establishment under unnecessary scrutiny, I'm afraid."
"Then, will you follow me to my place?"
"Of course. If you pay me enough, I'll come with you anywhere and do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"At all," she agreed, her hand reaching for his leg underneath the table.
"Let's go then," he said, quickly stading up. "Let's not waste any time."
She put her coat back on, only the coat, and followed the man outside. This was it. This was truly the first time she was making good on her resolve to sell herself.
With Gerard, it had been a matter of begruding necessity. With Howard, she was given an offer she could not refuse. This time she approached her would-be client herself, whispered her availability in his ears and then followed him to his luxurious sport car.
Looking at his vehicle, she knew she had hit the jackpot. This guys was loaded. Not like Howard or Gerard, but still enough to afford a luxury car.
Rin had not much belief in the way of racial stereotypes, having been subjected to them for years, but she didn't have much attraction for black-skinned people, either. She picked him because he was the one who eyed her out since since she had gotten on stage and his eyes had been glued to her even when another girl took her place.
She knew he had swallowed the proverbial hook, line and sinker. The only thing she had to do was to reel him in.
"Do you usually go around wearing nothing underneath your coat, or is it just with me?" he asked as he drove, a hand caressing the naked skin of her leg.
She spread her legs slightly and pulled his hand further in.
"I never wear any more than I strictly have to," she whispered.
"You are such a slut," he whispered back, squeezing her inner thigh and feeling the moisture that had crawled down from her eager cunt.
Rin purred. They hadn't even gotten to the juicy part, and he was already calling her names.
The car rode smoothly to one of the wealthiest parts of the city, stopping into an underground parking garage. They got out of the car and made their way toward an elevator, but before they could get to it, he stopped her.
"What is it?"
"How about an appetizer?"
"Huh?"
"I want you to suck me off," he said matter-of-factly.
"What, here?"
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
Rin looked around. The underground parking garage was deserted, but they were still in a well-lit area, right in front of the elevator. If anyone came down here, they would certainly catch them in the act.
To be exposed in the midst of such a task... her lower abdomen sent sharp pulses of heat across her entire body at the mere thought.
"That's gonna cost you more," she said to mask her eagerness, but quickly lowered herself to her knees.
"Money isn't an issue here," he replied as he unzipped his pants and dropped them on the floor.
Rin stared and stared and stared, unaware of how her eyes had widened and her jaw had slackened.
The black appendage hanging in front of her face was a rubber-like hose, etched with thick veins. It was at least thirteen inches long and was as thick as her wrist while being only half erect.
Rin gaped at the monstrous thing looking up at its owner and then back at it.
"What? Don't tell me this is the first time you see a black cock."
"I... I never...," she stuttered.
"Great. I thought I got myself a professional whore, but I found a virgin instead."
"Excuse me?" Rin balked, anger rising into her chest. How did he dare make such outrageous claims about her character? "I'll have you know that I've been with two men behind my boyfriend's back."
The man rolled his eyes. "Only two? Shit. This is worse than I thought. Look, Red. I know at least a dozen girls under sixteen that have been with ten times as many guys and even then they'd still be the same as virgins until they got their cherry popped by a black cock. Sorry, but there's no way you can take it before you stretch your holes first."
"But..."
"Look, do you think that it can fit," he motioned at his cock, "without breaking you?"
Rin looked at the meat slab and sighed. No, there was no way it would fit her as she was.
"I can at least lick it," she said stubbornly. This thing had gone completely sideway.
"I'm not paying for that."
"I know. I... consider it an apology for wasting your time, okay?" It irked her, having to work for free, but as any good entrepreneur knew, customer satisfaction was the first priority. She couldn't let him pay for her inadequacies.
"Alright then," he conceded.
She grabbed ahold of his dick and found that her small hand couldn't circle it entirely as it began to swell. It grew and grew, until he reached the unbelievable length of eighteen inches and she had to use both hands just to hold it.
She started to jerk him off, but she found that her hands wouldn't slide on it that much.
"You gotta spit on it," he said.
Rin looked at him perplexed, but did as she was told, spitting repeatedly on his cock to lubricate it, until it was slick enough for her to smoothly stroke it.
Rin still marveled at the sheer size of his manhood. She didn't know they came this big and she never even imagined they could fit in a woman-any woman.
"Are... Are all black men this big?" she asked.
"Some are bigger." He shrugged and Rin's eyes widened. Bigger than this monster?
She was quite put off by it all. The experience was humbling in its own way. Thinking about it, she had only been with two men other than Shirou, but she had already considered herself to be a professional.
Such hubris. She was still only a novice on the path of Whorehood.
'I see,' she admitted, 'I've only just begun.'
However, she was Tohsaka Rin, not just any random woman. If she set a goal for herself, she'd reach it.
Having made her resolve, she brought her lips to the black tip and started licking earnestly.
If there was one thing she had come to appreciate in the previous months, it was the taste of a man's cock. Something that was once utterly detestable was now enjoyable. However, she was annoyed that she was having a hard time getting just the tip between her lips.
It was like having a good dish in front of her and not being allowed to eat it. It only made her hungrier. With renewed efforts, she lapped at it, applying as much suction as she could while dancing her tongue over it.
"Points for effort," he groaned, holding her head. "Don't stop stroking, though."
Easier said than done. It was very difficult to focus on a complex sucking techinque while having to simultaneously stroke it with both hands at once. Still, she put in her best effort, holding it steady with her suction while her hands went up and down its black length.
She had established a decent pace when she heard the elevator behind her starting to move.
Her eyes widened and she made to stand up, but his hand forced him to stay down, with her mouth firmly planted on his cock.
"We're not going anywhere until you drain my balls, Red."
She glared at him. She could easily kick his ass just with martial arts, without needing to rely on Magecraft. He could not really stop her if she wanted to leave.
However, his arrogant tone, so dismissive of her wishes, sent a wave of heat across her belly, and the danger of being exposed in public, however scary it was, did nothing to assuage her arousal.
She resumed sucking and stroking with renewed vigour, born out of fear and desire equally. This was different from wearing risque clothes in public, which would likely be dismissed if noticed. This was performing a sexual act in a public space-a thoroughly deviant behavior.
The elevator drew closer and closer until it stopped and its doors opened with a ding.
Its passenger took a step forward and then stopped.
"Oh," she heard a female voice say.
Icy cold and searing heat coursed through her. She was utterly terrified and yet her mind was nearly blank with arousal. She had been exposed at last. This stranger knew without the shadow of a doubt what kind of degenerate she was.
There was no way to conceal it at this point. All she could do was finish what she started.
She kept on sucking and stroking, forcing herself to disregard her own increasing horniness.
Wet did not begin to describe how she felt. Drops of arousal splattered on the concrete floor, where her saliva had already created a puddle. Her hands were busy holding the meat-shaft and thus she could only suffer, unable to do anything about it.
This what was she had been missing at the strip club. No matter how indecent being naked in front of a crowd was, it was still a setting where it was deemed acceptable. There was none of the degradation of doing similar things in an improper setting. This was what being a filthy whore was like. Not just a peddler of carnal pleasure, but a true pervert.
The stranger hadn't moved yet, so she must have been rooted on the spot, transfixed by the indecency she had stumbled upon. Would she be disgusted or would she be aroused? Rin wanted to know, but she also enjoyed the mystery.
She tethered over an abyss of madness-she always did as of late. There was no possibility of recovery; therefore, all she could do was let herself fall.
He came into her mouth without warning. It was only by virtue of having been trained by both Gerard and Howard that she did not recoil or gag, letting the stream of cum slid down her throat unimpeded. There was just so much of it that she almost thought it would not stop.
But eventually it did stop, by way of coming out in progressively smaller spurts. Rin was now finally able to savor its pungent taste in her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue.
Who would have thought that she'd come to enjoy the the creamy substance produced by a man's testicles like she would a fine wine? The abyss was full of such wonders, and it beckoned to her eagerly.
Finally satisfied with the fruit of her labour, she turned to look at the intruder, and was greeted by the sight of familiar blonde hair.
Rin's eyes widened and her legs trembled as she took in the sight of the unwitting voyeur. She was a petite woman with blonde eyes gathered into a ponytail and with striking blue eyes.
Blue eyes, not green. For an almost eternal moment she thought it was Saber, but she was not. The nameless woman remained rooted on the spot, looking at the scene seemingly unfazed.
"Oh, hey babe," Rin's client greeted casually, hard cock still pointed at her face. "Going out?"
"Yes, Shirley invited me over for drinks. I see you got take outs instead," she chuckled at Rin.
"Eh, I was feeling a bit raunchy and you were still passed out, so I went looking for some extra pussy while you slept."
"You are such an insatiable pig," she laughed. "Anyway, I'll be back later in the morning."
"Wait, I'll come with you. it's been awhile since I last had a go at Shirley's fine ass."
"What about her?" she asked, nudging her head at Rin, who was still frozen in surprise at the casual byplay. "You done already?"
"Yeah, she was kind of a disappointment. No offense Red, but you gotta work on your technique," he said as he pulled up his pants as well helping her to her feet.
"R-Right," she stuttered.
"Great. I'll look forward to get some of that action another time. Come on, I'll give you a ride back."
Rin nodded and followed numbly. The three of them got aboard his sport car once more and they took off toward the city. Rin didn't say so much as a word during the trip, far too busy thinking about the previous half an hour.
To say that she was disappointed would be an understatement. The whole stripping gig was fun as she loved being the center of attention, but it was also less of a turn on than she thought. It would work well as a gateway to more interesting and profitable businesses and so she would keep on performing at least until she made a name for herself.
Everything else had gone worse. The client she had hooked, it turned out, was way beyond her ability to handle. Frankly speaking, she never worried about her own technique. Even as a teenager, most men would have been more than happy to be with her just because of who she was, but this was business and strictly speaking the quality of the service did matter. Whoring herself out might have been enough of a turn on for herself, but it didn't carry much additional value for the potential customers.
She needed to work in order to get more experience and she needed more experience to work. Whomever said that being a slut was easy, clearly didn't know what they were talking about.
"I gotta say James, it's not like you to just be done with a blowjob," the woman in the passenger seat said, letting Rin know the name of her client for the first time.
"She's a novice," he replied without removing his eyes from the road. The girl glanced back at Rin with a knowing smile.
"Doesn't look like a novice to me."
"She's never went black," he clarified.
"Oh, I see. Yeah, rushing her to the ER with a dislocated jaw would have been annoying."
Rin was annoyed even if she had been spared a trip to the ER. She might have found being looked down upon as a turn on, but not being talked about as she wasn't even there. Above everything, being ignored pissed her off.
"Don't worry honey," the woman said turning back to her. "I have been in your place too at some point."
"Indeed," Rin raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, it all a matter of taking things in steps. Here," she fished a business card from her purse. "Tell them Janice sent you and ask for the black initiation kit."
"Al...right. Thank you, I guess."
"Don't sweat it. It's my duty to help another girl get into the sisterhood."
"Sisterhood? What sisterhood?"
"Why, the Big Black Cock Lovers sisterhood, silly," she laughed. "And mark my words, once you go black, you'll never go back."
Rin gave the woman, Janice, an odd look and then glanced at the splip of paper. It was the business card of a sex shop in London.
"By the way," she continued, "if you ever feel like practicing on the real deal, ask to be let in the back."
"Why? What's in the back?"
"You'll see," she winked mysteriously.
The rest of the trip was mostly silent and Rin was dropped back in front of the strip club. Well, most of the night had been a waste, but at least she understood where she stood in this new world she had stepped into.
Looking at the business card one last time, Rin resolved to visit the shop as soon as she had a bit of free time.
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She needed to work in order to get more experience and she needed more experience to work. Whomever said that being a slut was easy, clearly didn't know what they were talking about.
"I gotta say James, it's not like you to just be done with a blowjob," the woman in the passenger seat said, letting Rin know the name of her client for the first time.
"She's a novice," he replied without removing his eyes from the road. The girl glanced back at Rin with a knowing smile.
"Doesn't look like a novice to me."
"She's never went black," he clarified.
"Oh, I see. Yeah, rushing her to the ER with a dislocated jaw would have been annoying."
Rin was annoyed even if she had been spared a trip to the ER. She might have found being looked down upon as a turn on, but not being talked about as she wasn't even there. Above everything, being ignored pissed her off.
"Don't worry honey," the woman said turning back to her. "I have been in your place too at some point."
"Indeed," Rin raised an eyebrow.
"Sure, it all a matter of taking things in steps. Here," she fished a business card from her purse. "Tell them Janice sent you and ask for the black initiation kit."
"Al...right. Thank you, I guess."
"Don't sweat it. It's my duty to help another girl get into the sisterhood."
"Sisterhood? What sisterhood?"
"Why, the Big Black Cock Lovers sisterhood, silly," she laughed. "And mark my words, once you go black, you'll never go back."
Rin gave the woman, Janice, an odd look and then glanced at the splip of paper. It was the business card of a sex shop in London.
"By the way," she continued, "if you ever feel like practicing on the real deal, ask to be let in the back."
"Why? What's in the back?"
"You'll see," she winked mysteriously.
The rest of the trip was mostly silent and Rin was dropped back in front of the strip club. Well, most of the night had been a waste, but at least she understood where she stood in this new world she had stepped into.
Looking at the business card one last time, Rin resolved to visit the shop as soon as she had a bit of free time.
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AN: Yep, here it is at last. I'm not dead yet and I should hopefully be able to update more often.
Saber's fall starts here, unwittingly started by her Master, while Rin becomes more and more depraved.
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