Working as an agent upholding the Cultural Exchange Interspecies Bill and being leader of the MON squad is a thankless, taxing job. Kuroko Smith was an overworked yet dedicated woman who saw to it that she got the job done with as little paperwork as possible...which was an impossible job considering that liminals were a hassle to deal with on a daily basis and the ones on her team were all quirky and insane in their own right. The fact that she hardly got so much as a raise for all her hard work in dealing with both MON and the antics of her Darling's liminal harem was pure blasphemy in her book. By rights she deserved a fucking promotion!
It's not that she hated her job. Far from it. She took pride in helping liminals find their place in the wider world, helping them make connections and find homes amongst the greater humanity. She even wasn't above bending a few rules to make sure that the homestays and hosts were comfortable within legal limits. The fact that her job paid off so well is the only reason she dealt with those slave drivers called the higher ups.
Still, a lady like her needed a way to relieve her stress, even for a moment. Coffee didn't help much and she barely had any free time to herself with all the craziness her Darling was getting into these days. When she did have a rare moment of time to herself, Smith took away from her teammates and friends to fulfill some...frustrations of her own to take the load off her shoulders.
Which was why she was walking through the side streets of a red light district heading towards a popular strip club that popped up at the heart of the seedy area. Everything was, of course, a myriad of red, pink and blue, with people bustling about her heading into night clubs, massage parlors and strip clubs. Half of these places probably still practiced some form of prostitution despite it being illegal, though considering what she was taking part in, she couldn't really talk.
Smith wasn't dressed in her usual black suit and short skirt that she often wore when on the clock. She was clad in civilian attire; a tight low cut sleeveless indigo blouse that barely hid her ample cleavage and a light blue jean jacket over it that was tied at the waist. She had on a tight pair of shorts that barely reached past the top of her thighs and black thigh-high socks with short brown boots. Smith also left her long black hair free and wore a pair of glasses (she totally didn't need them, but they looked fashionable...and they were a good substitute for her shades). She didn't look like a government agent, just an attractive young woman spending a night out on the town looking for a good time, which was exactly what she was here to do.
Smith made her way down a side street behind a large building that had a huge crowd of people in the front clamoring to get in, and walked up to the rear door of the establishment she was spending her night at. Two knocks on the door and it creaked open to reveal a tall, handsome and very muscular man with a dragon tattoo on his right arm. Upon seeing Smith standing there with her usual coy smile, he grinned and motioned her to come in.
"Agent Smith, good to have you back here." He said, letting her enter before closing the door behind her. "It's been a while since your last visit."
"I've been busy. Things have been getting hectic with one of my favorite subjects." Smith said. "Is she busy?"
"No, she's been waiting for you." He said. When Smith made to walk into the back hall, he held out a hand. "Ah, you know the deal. The boss said that I get first crack at you before you got down to business."
Smith rolled her eyes behind her glasses, but she was smiling as if hearing a bad joke. "Of course. I forgot she likes to pass me around sometimes."
Stepping up to the man, she reached down to unbuckle his belt and work his pants off. As she did this, his larger hands moved up to cup and squeeze her tits within the confines of her blouse, aching to pop those buttons and free those luscious tits to his hungry gaze. But he knew better. The boss may allow him to fuck Smith whenever she walked in through the door, but that was all he was allowed to do. Shame, considering her never got to see her naked, but he supposed he couldn't be too picky.
Once Smith had his pants undone, she pulled back and pulled her shorts and panties down. The ease at which she did this in front of a strip club bouncer showed that this wasn't the first time she had to do this. And the growing smirk on her face at his visible lust showed that she was liking his reaction to her body.
Smith walked up to the counter where she was supposed to place her purse and bent over it, presenting her tight ass and moist cunt to him. The bouncer quickly sidled up behind her and let his pants fall to his ankles, letting his eleven inch (magically enhanced of course) cock spring free and nestled it against her already dripping pussy. Smith shuddered when she felt his huge shaft touch her moist folds; despite having letting this monster fuck her on many occasions, the size still intimidated her a bit.
"You're really wet. Were you excited about coming here?" He asked.
"Always." Smith sighed in pleasure when he started rubbing his bulbous cock against her soaked twat before fitting the large head in. Smith braced herself for what she knew was coming, as not a second later after she did he thrust forward, shoving about half his thick shaft into her. "Fuck, no matter how many times you shove that monster into me, I never get tired of it."
The bouncer merely grinned as he waited a few seconds after shoving himself in so she could adjust to his size. It had been nearly two months since they'd last fucked after all. When he was sure Smith was ready, he started pumping his cock into her, quickly working in the entire shaft. Smith had to bite her plump lower lip to stifle her scream of pleasure when he punched through her womb.
'God, I miss this.' She thought as she felt her stomach bulge slightly from the large intruder in her cunt. This wasn't what she came here to do; this was sort of an entrance fee she had to pay, which also served the purpose of "loosening" her up for the main attraction of the club.
