Alicia woke up with an uncomfortable fullness in her bladder.
"Sherry, you awake...? Sherry, wake up! Damn you!"
"...Hngg... What's up?"
"If you don't want me to pee in your bed, let me out!"
Alicia knew that lamias were not really early risers, but she did not think that it would be that bad. She slept all night in the coils of Sherry, feeling safe and secure - and a little numb, Sherry squeezed her tight - but she had fairly urgent bathroom duties. Since Sherry did not respond, she started wriggling her body until the coils loosened around her to allow her to escape. She tried to avoid thinking about sex, but it was not an easy task - Sherry's tight hug and soft, full breasts against her back was a very recent memory.
However, she had other things to do first. After doing the daily necessities and cleaning, she dressed up in her usual thong-tight leather pants-scarf top combo. She would have felt trashy about her visible thong straps in the past, but now that she sported an uncoverable chain that was way kinkier, it was not a big deal, it just made her feel more sexy.
Her destination was the pub that Charles mentioned. According to him, it was an ideal spot if you were looking for a job and knew how to handle a weapon. She left her bastard sword at home - being armed was forbidden in every pub and tavern in the Piercer, unless you were part of the official city guard, probably because of a few bloody tavern brawls in the past. Not that fights were uncommon nowadays, but at least the number of casualties decreased.
Alicia was not worried, however. Yesterday's positive events lightened up her mood, and she felt she could take on anyone one on one in an unarmed fight - she had more than ample experience.
She had no problems finding the pub - it was named "Snakebite", cheekily mocking every lamia in the city. What was not-so-cheeky was the stairs that lead down into the bar - stairs were not really compatible with snake lower bodies. Nevertheless, Alicia did not care that much, she just walked down and in and looked around.
Frankly, it was a shady place. The lack of windows and thick smoke resulted the whole bar being shrouded in darkness- it was a stereotypical "bad place". It was filled to the brim with tables and drunks, and there was an ongoing bloody fistfight in the back while the people around cheered them to go on.
Alicia smiled - this brought back memories. She was used to this, she got most of her job assignments and missions from places like this where she had to prove herself first. Especially as a woman, she was only considered as a valid mercenary after she bloodied some noses who questioned her capabilities.
However, that was years ago, at a different place and time - now she will have to prove her worth again to be taken seriously. And being flossed all the way through with a chain did not help in that. With a sigh, she dove in the noisy, drunken crowd, aiming to get a beer first before finding a place to sit.
After getting her drink, and elbowing a few people who tried to grope her, she spotted an empty chair at the wall. However, just as she sat down, she heard a cry of frustration behind her.
"Damn that chick! She couldn't find a better time to get sick, did she? Am I supposed to do this alone?!"
The voice came behind her, in a room separated by a curtain that was probably reserved for employees. It was a female voice, and was filled with frustration. Alicia waited a few moments to see if anyone else would respond, but when no one did, she checked it out.
The girl behind the curtain was busy dressing, or at least she tried to. She was small and skinny, but her most prominent feature (at least from behind) was a chain that immediately caught Alicia's attention.
It was an all-the-way through chain, not unlike Alicia's, but a different design. It went right through the body, mouth-to-ass, but unlike Alicia's, it didn't link up front, but rather in the back - it emerged from between her buttocks, going up until it split into two chains to go around her neck and head.
The whole design of it amazed Alicia, who became mesmerized by the sight. It was much tauter than hers (even though she considered hers pretty tight before), it visibly forced the girl to always keep a good posture to keep the chain at least somewhat slack.
"Hey, you there! Will you help me or not?"
The girl's sharp voice finally broke Alicia's daydreaming. She summarized the situation. The girl was obviously in the middle of dressing up, only wearing a short grass skirt while her top lay on the ground. She probably dropped it down by accident and became frustrated when she was unable to simply pick it up - she was apparently unable to bend over. Alicia, while keeping her eyes on the girl, picked the clothing up and gave it to her.
"Thanks. My partner and I usually dress together, and she always helps me in things like this. I just became frustrated, this chain is more than annoying at times. Wait a second, who are you? You seem to be flossed yourself."
Alicia nodded. "I'm Ali. I just heard a shout, so I just checked it out. I'm just a customer here. Who are you?"
The girls eyed each other up and down. "I'm Jezzine, but everyone calls me String."
"Does it have to do anything with you looking like a... bow from the side? A chain being the bowstring, and you being the body of it?"
"It obviously does, smartypants." She smirked. "And you seem to have interesting additions to your physique as well. Would you mind helping me a bit? Or, rather, you mind if I check you out? You seem interested in me as well. My shift is in an hour, I just came in earlier to get ready. I have time for some... well, sexy time."
At first Alicia wanted to protest, but she was just too curious. Jezzine (or, well, String) was a tiny thing, almost a head shorter than her, with dirty blonde, shoulder length hair, a cute but forgettable face and brown eyes. Her boobs were small, a B cup at most, but perky and shapely, and totally uncovered at the moment.
"Hmm... sure, I guess I don't mind. Do you have a quieter place than this? One that is separated by more than that curtain over there from the drunkards in this place." It was just a smallish dressing room.
String rolled her eyes. "I work here as a dancer, sweetie. Most of them already seen me naked, and the ones that didn't are about to do in the evening. So I don't really care, and no, I do not have a place more secure than this anywhere close. If you are worried about any intruders then just keep quiet. There is a comfy sofa over there tough, we can make ourselves comfortable. We will make it work, yes?"
Alicia was about to reply that String's own loud voice was the very thing that brought her here, and if it brought her in, it might bring others - but she saw no point, it was obvious that the girl could not be bothered by such things. However, Ali was too curious to refuse the offer, and exploring this exotic piece of a woman seemed like a worthy time investment. She just hoped that they can do it quietly. Even though she considered doing the same job just a few days ago as the girl right before her, right now she felt a high need for discretion.
Sting already took her answer as a yes as she walked straight to the sofa. The way her chain (it was actually golden, Alicia realized) emerged from between the folds of her grass skirt was exciting. Her own piece of metal was already really hard to dress around, but this one was something else. Anything String wore had to be backless, or had to be fastened between the chain and the skin.
"Stop daydreaming. Just show me what you got - I will show mine!" String was energetic, and was already busy undressing. She sat down on the bed, still with a straight back, and undid her grass skirt. It came off in two pieces (a really convenient design for her), leaving her only in a pair of skimpy green panties, matching the color of the earlier upper clothing. She set her skirt aside, careful not to drop it down - it would be inconvenient to pick up later for her.
Alicia could only scratch her head. This girl was a natural - they only met a few minutes ago, and she had no problems getting naked in front of her. She could never do that - or at least not without feeling embarrassed about it. Their ideal careers were different for sure.