Master's Journey: Stranger in the Stacks #13 (Patreon)

Author's Note: Time to heat things back up, eh?

[story] [fu/fu]

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‭It takes a bit of consideration, but you have a moment to mull over your options. You need to keep the future in mind – and while you’re enough of a scamp to live by your wits for a little while, you’re going to need to make friendly with some muscle.

Before she properly pays for her meal, you slither over to the tall woman, the one covered in weapons, leather, and little else, leaning across the table to place you hand gently on hers. “Can I get anything else for ya, luv?” you purr, making it as obvious as possible exactly what your intentions are.

“Heh, only so much of this weak-ass ale I can stomach,” the woman grunts back, flashing a fanged smile and leaning back lazily in her undersized seat. “Unless you’re on the menu….”

“You never know,” you parry, throwing a little wink her way. “I get off in an hour, if you’re interested in finding out.”

Her grin widens a little, and her piercing, dark blue eyes grow a little more predatory. “See you then, cutie. What we thinkin’ – forty-five?”

Hm. Forty-five certainly wasn’t the number you were imagining, but you’ve gotta start somewhere. “How about fifty-four, luv?”

“That’s a lotta sems, cutie. Ain’t seen you around here before, neither.” She doesn’t offer an explicit denial, but her tone of voice suggests she isn’t interested in negotiating, and you aren’t in much position to persuade her. You run your tongue across the front of your teeth – you’ll be better off keeping her happy than scratching an extra niner out of her.

Finally, you shoot her a pleasant smile, and relent. “Forty-five it is. I’ll show you my room once I get off.” You blow her a little kiss, then fade back into the sea of clients. Time to really make sure it looks like you’re working – if you’re gonna run this little side hustle, you’re gonna have to be sure that nobody knows about it, and anyone who does know, doesn’t mind. That means keeping everyone happy.

The next hour passes quickly, and you’re more than happy to leave the rest of the night to Meda once your time’s finally up. You find your mark once more, and hook a finger towards her in a come-hither gesture, guiding her to the stairs leading up to the Fat Lantern’s rooms. She catches on quickly, flashing that wolfish grin again, and rises from her seat to lope after you. She’s more subtle than her massive size and brutish demeanor would suggest, but her sheer mass is still enough to draw a lot of eyes. You keep to the shadows until she actually gets upstairs, then nod her towards your room.

“So,” you finally say as you click the door shut behind you, turning to face the giantess you’ve brought to your humble quarters. “We meet again, luv. You got a name, or should I just call you Big Girl?”

“Joh Pha Beqer,” she answers, sitting down on your bed, which wheezes under her weight, and begins to withdraw a thin cloth wallet from the side of her dark harness. “But you can just call me Pha. How ‘bout you?”

“Iris,” you respond, kicking your shoes off and start teasing at the hem of your shirt, watching her carefully and making sure all her little blades stay where they belong. You have the gun, of course, if it becomes necessary to defend yourself… but that’s very much a last resort. Fortunately, all Pha does grab is the wallet, fishing out five silver coins in the shape of octagons, each with a square cut-out in the center. Retts, each worth nine sems. The agreed upon price, provided things don’t get too terribly freaky. “Don’t think I’ve seen that many retts in one place before; you a gangster or somethin’?”

“Who’s askin’?” Pha arches a thick brow, then chuckles. “Heh, I’m just fuckin’ with you. Yeah, I’m an enforcer with the Engrals.” She taps a little metal pin over her heart, depicting a pair of jaws chomping down on the blade of a sword.

You blink. The ease and openness she confessed that with is… certainly surprising. When Meda said gangs were all over Vauntreux, apparently she wasn’t kidding. You always knew the city was a rough one, but it’s shocking that its criminal element is this nonchalant. “Well, pleasure to meet you, then,” you finally pull your top up over your head, revealing your perky little tits as you climb to the bed’s edge, crawling close – grabbing the fistful of coins with one hand, while the other caresses up along Pha’s leg. “I know they usually say no kissing, but I won’t tell if you don’t.”

You lean in close, tucking the coins away and pressing your lips to Pha’s, and find her scent and taste surprisingly exciting. There’s something spicy and exotic, whether it’s some sort of perfume or something natural, that’s quickly intoxicating, and you find yourself leaning deep into the kiss. She returns it, slowly at first, but then more eager, her lower pair of hands moving down to your hips, holding gently to you as her tongue finds yours. “Mmmn…” she growls under her breath, eyes drifting shut.

It’s just that, just kissing, for a long moment, giving the two of you enough time to get a little more physically comfortable with each other. You pull a little closer, straddling her on the bed, and more or less sitting in her lap – and, sure enough, you feel something warm swelling beneath you, tenting the dark loincloth to prod against you from beneath. It’s big, definitely bigger than what Masata had been packing, and true to Pha’s word, you’re quite certain that there’s two of them. “What do you want me to do, luv?” you whisper, tilting your head to gently bite one of her ears, then nuzzling into her cheek.

“Mnh, why don’t you surprise me,” she grins, stealing another quick kiss, hands gently squeezing your ass.