"I could get used to this," Lucy Hearfilia told the other women with a winsome grin that bordered on devious, stretching out in the spacious carriage's luxurious interior. It wasn't exactly a ladylike stretch, culminating in the blonde mage draping her arms over the back of her seat, her splayed legs the very definition of a man-sit. In fact, it was anything
but
ladylike, considering the scandalously short, pleated blue mini-skirt she wore.
It was the perfect, albeit slutty pairing to the revealing blue halter top she wore, its cut showing off most of her back and putting her deep cleavage on display for anyone who cared to admire it. "It's so rare for us to get a girls-only job." Were any of the guild's men with them, there was no way she'd be as comfortable.
Not that Lucy had any problems showing off her body, but when men were around, there was a certain need for propriety. Sitting this way in front of a bunch of guys would just come off as sloppy. She couldn't let her hair down, so to speak. This was a rare opportunity to act however she wanted. Bending her elbow and reaching up, she began to idly twirl her long side-tail around one finger. "When are you going to tell us what we're doing?"
The two women sitting across from her got a clear look at the thong she wore, striped cutely in colors that matched the rest of her outfit. Erza was the one who suggested Lucy wear that outfit. Hers matched Lucy's perfectly, a mirrored twin in red instead of blue. She sat far more casually, focused on reviewing the job dossier instead of the conversation. Lacking any real sense of modesty, she gave a brief glance at the view and smiled to herself. "When we get there," she told Lucy for what must have been the tenth time. Her eyes dropped back down, and she resumed her reading.
Only Erza knew the exact details. The rest only knew what she told them, that they'd be 'going undercover' to 'save someone from a terrible fate'.
Their redheaded leader wasn't the one sitting directly across from Lucy. That privilege went to Juvia Lockser, her face burning a hot red that contrasted her azure hair. Her deep blue eyes quickly moved to focus on something
other
than Lucy's thinly veiled pussy, hesitant to address it openly, as simple as it would be to just ask her to cross her legs. The youngest member of their party wasn't just embarrassed because of Lucy's exposure, but also her own.
She had squeezed her body into a tight black bodycon dress, lent to her by the last woman on the excursion, the one who sat beside Lucy. It seemed to be a size smaller than what she needed, but it was the best the women of Fairy Tail could come up with on short notice. The neckline was far lower than anything Juvia was comfortable wearing otherwise, her breasts threatening to spill out of it every time the luxury carriage hit a bump and bounced her in place. "A-are you sure I shouldn't wear my coat?" Jovia asked Mirajane Strauss, even though it was left behind at the guild hall.
The short, ever-motherly model smiled at Jovia and shook her head apologetically. "It's a beach town. They use magic to keep it warm year round. I promise, you'd be sweltering and miserable if you were wearing something so heavy." Mira was the only one in the group who had visited their destination before -- several times, in fact. She was a regular in Sorcerer Magazine, and almost always graced the cover of their swimsuit specials. The dress that Juvia wore was one of Mira's favorites, back when she was a hellish tomboy known by many as the Demon.
Out of the four, she wore the most casual yet most revealing attire. Where the others had revealing garments, heels and stockings, MIra wore a sunny yellow bikini that showed off her incredible curves and her flat belly. Its fit squeezed her breasts together, pushing them up and out and amplifying their size, by far the most impressive out of the four.
The only concession she gave towards modesty was a matching sarong around her waist, sheer enough that any meandering eye could still clearly see her thighs. Anyone looking at her with
more
than a meandering eye would make out the exact shape of her pussy through her thin bikini bottoms, the perfect cameltoe.
While the others boosted their height with their shoes, Mira just threw on a pair of strappy but flat sandals. Short to the point of being unironically fun-sized, she knew a couple of inches weren't going to change anything for her. Erza had warned her they wouldn't have time to hit the beach, but Mira was fine with that. She was just wearing what she wanted to wear.
The carriage was provided by their client. A small table to the side of each woman had an iced bucket and liquor tucked inside. That was something Erza suggested to their client, though the others didn't know that. She finally closed the dossier and set it in her lap, reaching for a glass. It wouldn't be much longer before they got there. "Let's wet our throats a bit, ladies," she suggested.
They each did, toasting the guild and their sure success in the coming job. It wasn't just SS-rank, but one of the rare S SS-rank jobs, where the clients paid for the utmost secrecy and discretion from any guild brave enough to take on the challenge. Though Lucy and Juvia had been skeptical about taking on the job without all the details upfront, Erza convinced them it would be a cakewalk, something she was sure of herself, and not unduly.
The alcohol was meant to serve as liquid courage, lest the other ladies balked. She was confident Mira wouldn't, and that the two of them could surely handle it, but she suspected it would leave them both sore for weeks.
More hands make for lighter work
, Erza reasoned to herself, though it didn't feel quite right.
More holes make for lighter work
. That did. She smiled faintly.
That smile dissipated when Lucy piped up for the eleventh time that hour, "Erzaaaa, tell us what we're doing."
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The door closed behind the client as he left the four babes from Fairy Tail alone with his son. For a moment, things were silent. While Mira looked curiously towards the man they had been hired to save, Erza instead had her eyes on Lucy and Juvia, waiting to see which of the two would ultimately break the quiet pall that had fallen over them. While their client went over what was expected of them, Lucy's jaw had slowly fallen further and further open in incremental degree. Juvia's pale features grew progressively redder, until her hands finally flew up to her face, covering her embarrassment. She remained that way even now.
The first noise came from Juvia, a soft mumble not even audible past the press of her palms against her lips. She ducked her head down and gave it a rapid shake, making it abundantly clear what she thought about performing this S SS-rank job.
Lucy's outburst came an instant later. "There's NO WAY I'm jacking off a complete stranger, Erza! T-this is ridiculous," she shouted, waving her arms empathetically towards the man in question. They couldn't actually see the young man, only his silhouette. He laid upon his four poster canopy bed, the curtains obscuring him, laying still on his back, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Though Mira was watching him through the curtain, she had her eyes far lower than his chest.
His thick, enormous cock stuck clean up towards the ceiling, far bigger than any natural dick, dwarfing everything any of the four women had seen before. "He's probably ugly, with-- with warts and zits and--" Lucy continued to rant and rave, but she cut off as Mira stepped toward the bed and drew the curtain back with a flourish and a rustle of fabric. Juvia swallowed and parted her fingers to peek through them. Erza turned her head too, getting her first real look at the poor, unlucky soul with that giant dick: Bartholomew.
According to his father, Bart had dumped a mage who was madly in love with him and just crushed her heart. He was completely unrepentant in how he tossed her aside when he grew tired of fucking her. Her curse made him painfully aroused at all times and kept his body working overtime on producing sperm. He had to be regularly 'drained' -- often by hired escorts or his father's maids. If he wasn't, this happened.
Bart, ever handsome and ever horny, became a husk of a man, barely able to move. At first the locals were more than happy to deal with his problem for the fat purses of coins his father offered, but they quickly realized how impossible it was to keep up with his sheer output. Fucking him was hard, too; his sheer size made him uncomfortable. Plus, he could never really get off the same way twice, so once a woman ran through her options, she couldn't drain him again.
Bart's father was desperate. The job he offered Fairy Tail was a last ditch effort to lift his son's curse by trying to drain his balls completely, until his cock could only shoot blanks. Erza was more than happy to take on the unique challenge for the incredible payday she was offered; the three other women she brought with her were considered by Bart's father to be 'his type'.
