Tags - slim, tall, flat-chested dark-haired female, CFNM, cock and ball measurements, induced arousal, almost a threesome, forced orgasm, bimbofication, iq drain, (temporary) mind break
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Sarah sat up in bed, breathing heavily, looking around.
Her brain cycled through a panicked triage of her situation rapidly. She was in bed at home, and she clutched at herself. She was wearing her pajamas; a light tank top and some shorts.
She felt different today, more rested than she had in a long, long time. Outside, the sun was shining, and it was early morning. She could hear the sounds of the city, already running at full speed this early in the morning. It was all a dream, was it? Really?
Everything after she met this "Jay" character - saving him from the mugging, the strip dance, and then the... uh, two intimate meetings did seem hazy and dream-like now.
"That's so weird," she said to herself, turning and putting one foot on the ground.
She looked down. Her vagina was really sore, like she had worked out without stretching first.
Sarah shifted and winced. Stretching definitely happened though.
"Oh," she said.
The door opened and Jay came in, holding a tray. "I got us some coffee and breakfast stuff! I borrowed some of your money, I hope that's okay. I still just have the diamonds," he said.
"Fuck," Sarah flopped back into bed.
* * *
"Fuck," Sarah said again. "We were supposed to have left town, not take a twelve hour nap."
They were walking down the street with a pack each on their shoulders. It was morning now, many hours after Bryce had expected Sarah to show up. That meant she was probably looking for them now, and since Sarah didn't know what kind of resources the woman had, or what she was capable of, it made sense to leave now.
"Sorry," Jay said. "I couldn't wake you up, so I just let you sleep. I didn't really rest myself. I actually felt... just kind of keyed up after we had..."
"Right, whatever," Sarah said to silence him. Those episodes with Jay seemed like they came from a far way off. Part of her would rather pretend they were far, far away in the past like they never happened.
She looked behind her at him, and turned forward again quickly. He had given her a warm smile and she didn't want to bother looking at him. He had finished their packing, cleaned up her apartment, and baked some snacks. It was sweet, but it made her uneasy knowing what he could do to her.
"I thought we were going to the coach station?" Jay asked.
"We are, but first, I need to visit a friend," Sarah said.
They arrived at Seamstress Street. It was in the middle of quaint little street with a row of apartments next to a cute coffee shop. There were actual cobbles on this street, with shrubs and public oil lamps.
Sarah opened the apartment building door for Jay who thanked her and walked in. She hung out for just a moment checking up and down the street for anyone suspicious and followed.
Up the stairs they went to the unit, where Jay stopped to read the sign: Lily Ada'lara, Consulting Mage Detective. Before he could knock, he heard:
"Enter," said a deep female voice, a refined elven accent that Jay found charming and Sarah had grown to find annoying.
They did. Inside, the big windows were all darkened by thick curtains. Dark smoke hung in the air. A woman lying on a couch sat up and then gave them both a look of examination.
Sarah waved her hands irritably. "God, I hate that smell."
Jay wrinkled his nose. "What is that?"
She was as tall as Sarah, but very slim. She had dark hair with grey eyes, and very pale skin. She was wearing a pair of dress pants, and a white dress shirt that was untucked, a little rumpled. A black tie had been loosened, but still hung around her thin neck. She was the black and white picture of a vintage dapper. She sat up, and then looked at the two of them. She steepled her fingers and sucked in a breath.
Sarah rolled her eyes and looked at Jay. "Bear with her. She's going to do this thing."
"You two have recently engaged in coitus, though you have had ample time to get cleaned up - I say get cleaned, because you didn't do it yourself, he did," the woman spoke quickly, pointing to Jay. "You are a... "
She stopped. And stared.
Sarah seemed surprised about this. "What, the great Lily is stumped?"
"My ignorance is a lot more informed than your's," the woman replied, causing Sarah to glower at her. Jay's expression turned to one of pleading.
"You're too honest," Lily said. "You two didn't just fuck. You really have a thing for him, Perden."
"I do not," Sarah said, each word dropped into place with a growl.
Lily laughed, smirking with condescending knowingness at her. "A deduction not even requiring my considerable skills. That's just an obvious one by knowing you so long."
Lily held up a long finger up in the air, "we'll get back to you. You're leaving town, and you probably have either an assassin or possibly a whole secret organization being sent after you. You want to catch the next coach to Ponder Springs, and then you're looking to hike up to Fates, where you'll stay the night. From there, it's blending into the caravans for a long, long trip East, ah, which of course, means you're going to Odys. But why? Clearly, because he needs to go, and you're going with because... yes, sentimentality but also because you're being paid. But why come to me then?"
"We need some money," Sarah said.
"Of course, he must be paying with goods and not cash, because of course, he comes from, shall we say, a long, long way away.."
Sarah was holding out a diamond to Lily.
"Keep the diamond," Lily said airily. "After all, how long have we been friends?"
"I didn't know you had those," Sarah said.
Lily's face was usually just neutral, without much effort expended at concealing emotion. She just seemed to be thinking so much, that social signaling was ignored. However, now, she smiled and it looked a little odd, Jay noticed, just a raising of her lips and baring of teeth.
"You're one of the few people I interact with outside of a case," Lily said. "Would you mind stripping for me?"
"Me?" Jay asked.
"Yes. Consider it a part of my conditions for giving you money. Plus, you like being naked in front of women who want you to be naked, yes?"
"Well, yeah," Jay said.
"You don't have to listen to her," Sarah said. "You're not giving me anything, you're trading me it. And getting a big profit out of it."
But Jay was already slipping off his shirt. Lily smiled again, looking at Sarah. "I wouldn't have guessed this was the sort of man you were interested in. All prior evidence first suggested homosexuality, and then when you began experimenting there, I assumed an asexual in denial. Honestly, I never delved into it because that sort of business is... messy."
