As I watched Kalia disappear into her building, a single thought gnawed at me: what about tonight?
The sky was already darkening, the streets growing quiet, and I needed at least 90 more silver coins to reach 2 gold for that room.
My mind raced—90 silver meant two trips to One Night Bond, each costing 1 gold but paying out 150 silver.
Then I remembered the violet-haired woman's offer: a role as a sub, promising steady income.
It was a risk, but desperation outweighed my pride.
I turned back toward the glowing sign of One Night Bond.
Inside, the green goblin receptionist smirked as I approached, but I pushed past her, seeking the violet woman.
I found her in a shadowed corner, her presence as commanding as ever.
"About that offer," I said, my voice unsteady.
"The sub role—tell me more."
Her lips curved into a knowing smile.
"As it happens, I have a job now. Pays 1 gold coin."
My face brightened slightly, hope flickering, but her next words dimmed it.
"But… it might be a bit hard."
Desperation clawed at me—I'd survived this morning's ordeal, so how much worse could it be?
"Fine," I said, steeling myself.
She led me to a small room, its air thick with anticipation.
"Since you were a good customer this morning," she purred, "I'll help you get ready."
With deft hands, she undressed me, leaving me bare.
"Stand with your legs apart, slightly squatting, hands behind your head," she instructed.
I stumbled, my new body awkward and uncooperative, but I managed the pose.
It felt bizarre—I couldn't see myself, but I knew the position was erotic, my thighs spread wide, pussy and asshole fully exposed, vulnerability seeping into every nerve.
She dipped her fingers into a jar, scooping out a warm, slick oil that glistened in the dim light.
Gently, she slid her fingers into my pussy, the heat of the oil contrasting with the cool air, spreading my folds with a slow, teasing stretch.
The sensation was intense—my inner walls parted, a tingling warmth radiating as she probed deeper, each movement igniting a shiver of pleasure mixed with a faint ache.
Then her other hand moved to my asshole, the oil-slick fingers circling the rim before pushing in.
The stretch burned at first, a sharp sting as my tight ring yielded, the warmth seeping in, teasing my senses with a strange fullness.
I flinched, my body wriggling instinctively, the dual invasion overwhelming—my pussy quivering with need, my asshole pulsing with a mix of discomfort and an odd, growing heat.
She worked me, her fingers deft and relentless, and I couldn't hold back.
Sensing my arousal—my breaths ragged, my thighs trembling—she took pity.
With a few precise strokes inside my pussy, she pushed me over the edge.
The pleasure built fast, a tight coil unwinding as my body tensed, then exploded into a shuddering climax.
My juices flowed, a warm rush down my thighs, leaving me gasping, the release a fleeting mercy before the night ahead.