Liddy lay on the desk, with her legs spread wide, and her ankles in the hands of the man using them to leverage his thrusts inside her. He had met her in person at his door when she arrived and taken her into his study. Books and papers had lain on the desk that she had instantly recognised as financial papers. Now the papers were under her or on the floor. Liddy watched the light from the flicking of the gas lamps play over her bare breasts as they bounced with each penetration. The client's eyes stared intently at her body and never bothered to meet hers, so she cast her attention along his well-muscled body. His hairy chest glistened with sweat at the effort he was putting into Liddy. An effort she was thankful for, as the pleasure helped keep her focus off the servants watching. Six people stood at the edges of the room. One holding drinks, another clothing, others simply appeared to have no purpose. All were emberborn males. She could see them shifting awkwardly as they tried to hide their arousal. Liddy couldn't spend too much time looking at them or risk, the client noticing. He flipped her over and was about to resume when the door burst open to reveal a well-dressed woman.
"What is the meaning of this?!" she shouted, gesturing at Liddy.
"What it damn well looks like!" he responded.
"I will not allow this in my own home!"
"This is my home and I will do as I please!"
Liddy lay bent over the desk, still held down as he entered her again in view of his wife. Her breasts bounced beneath her, moving the papers she had been resting on. His wife retaliated by yanking a painting off the wall, of someone who vaguely resembled her client, and storming out of the room.
"Perhaps then your father would like to get wet himself. Maybe in the ocean!"
"Get back here, you bitch!" he shouted, pulling out of Liddy and chasing after his wife while stuffing himself back into his pants.
Four of the servants had followed, leaving the two holding his personal items behind. Liddy remained on the desk and contemplated her next move. Bailing out would be acceptable since she had the money already and he had gotten sex. Yet he wasn't satisfied and she didn't feel right leaving the job unfinished without him dismissing her.
"Do you think he's going to come back?" she asked the emberborn wolf holding drinks.
"Eventually, yes. They can go at it for hours, though," he responded, somewhat bashfully still trying to avoid looking at Liddy.
"If you want to know if you should stick around, I suggest you do," The snake-scaled man holding the clothing suggested. "Even if only to be dismissed on his terms. Otherwise, he will blame his wife and get angry all over again."
"Fair enough. So does one of you want to stand guard while the other fucks me or what?"
Liddy kicked herself for suggesting something so foolish while on contract with a client. Yet it would also be prudent to keep herself in the mood in case the client came back to finish.
"M'Lady?" the wolf muttered, stunned.
"Don't pretend you haven't wanted to take a human woman."
They looked at each other before setting down their items, and the snake produced a coin. He flipped it and won without them saying a word, having predetermined their choice on sides. The wolf left the room and the snake came over to Liddy, who slid off the desk and onto her knees. Knowing better than to undress him, she simply pulled out the ample manhood he had and smiled as she thought of how many times men compared themselves to pythons.
Running her tongue along the scaled shaft, she was happy to find it so smooth. Taking it down her throat, she could barely contain it whenever he pressed it down her throat. Not wanting to waste time, she stood back up and laid back on the desk. She watched as the brawny snake man slithered himself inside her while holding her by the ankles as her client had. He leant down, spreading her legs even farther to do so, and from his mouth came a thin, long tongue that would put Easy to shame, and began licking the sweat from all over Liddy's breasts. Rapid flicking motions over her nipples made Liddy dizzy as he continued to thrust inside her over and over. Unable to contain himself, he hissed loudly as he made several rough thrusts before holding himself as deep inside her as he could manage as his seed filled her womb. Out of breath, he hissed quickly to catch himself.
"Amazingly well done."
"Thank you. So very much M'Lady. Would you mind if..." he hesitated.
"I'm ready and willing for anything. Just tell me."
Without actually telling her anything, he repacked his pants and headed for the door. Liddy rolled over to once again be bent over the desk so she could see him leave and the wolf enter. She giggled and smiled before spreading her legs and letting out a playful whimper. The wolf took the hint and quickly got behind her. He wasted no time sliding inside her. Feeling so different from the snake, yet pleasurably more rough with his thrusts. He reached one arm over her to support himself on the desk, placing the other on her belly so that he could feel his cock moving inside her. His tongue hung out as he was panting right next to Liddy's head. She felt sensational at the idea of having someone inside her that most would shun her for. If the men could have their way with the likes of Easy, then why shouldn't she have the pleasure of whatever man she wanted?
"I've never mounted a..."
"Bitch. I'm your bitch."
"Enjoy this, do you? Being bred by a wolf. Wild beast making a human woman beg..."
He never got to finish his line before exploding inside Liddy, who had been enjoying the dialogue too much to hold back. Her own climax was stifled only by the need to be quiet. Finished, he helped Liddy clean up to conceal the evidence before calling his friend back in. Liddy skipped redressing herself and waited with them. Looking over the papers, she couldn't help but try to puzzle out her client's finances. When he finally returned, he had the painting in hand minus the frame that no doubt suffered during the struggle. He was surprised to see her still there and sighed angrily as he set the painting down against the wall.
"You can go. I'm not in the mood now. Unless you know anything about money, I have no need of you."
"You are being swindled," Liddy replied flatly.
"What?" he asked, only then realising that he left her alone with all his books. "You were reading my papers?!"
Sensing he was about to get angry, Liddy knew she needed to defuse him. "Not at all. Just that this book here is altered. Didn't need to really read anything to tell that."
He took the book from her as she handed it to him. "Explain."
"Books get written in ink because once you do it's there. Mistakes and all. This one was written in graphite and then redone in ink. Graphite can be erased."
"That doesn't mean anything. It could be to avoid mistakes..." his explanation failed to convince him even as he said it.
"Of all the mistakes in your books, how much effort to fix them? A rewritten page or two at most? This person is rewriting all their books regardless of mistakes. A lot of extra effort when whoever inks them can still mess up. No, they are writing all the values and then deciding, after the tally is made, what to alter. Once they make the changes, they ink it in so it all looks legit."
"Give me a moment." he said, taking a seat and reading the book intently.
****
Inky was holding still as the tailor fitted her with the combat corset. It was a drab green colour, but it was just to let her judge if she wanted it at all. It was a snug fit and rough on her skin, but once it was on, she was able to move about. Doing exercises and stances to get a feel for any restriction in her movement, she was pleasantly surprised. The skirt was far more 'frilly' than she had expected, but it left her with as much range of motion as she wanted. Also, she concluded, it offered quick and easy access for men getting between her legs.
"It's rough on the skin. If we don't wear something underneath, it will chafe the skin after a while," Inky explained.
"Well, most just wear them for show on special occasions, not as part of their regular kit. I could line them with some silk. Keep things smooth and it won't trap heat."
"Good. The skirt comes out a bit wide."
"Ah yes, the layers under it do have that effect. Removing them would diminish the protective effects. I could add weights to the edge as part of the decorative treatment. Something you could remove if you had too. Should hold it down a bit more."
"Loops. For bullets. Make the edge of the skirt like a bandoleer. Holds it down and makes us look menacing."
"I... yes. I can do that."
"Good. What about my breasts?"
"Ah... well, to be honest, that is a non-trivial element. I can use the same fabric composite as the corset, but it wouldn't be as thick. I haven't anything already made to show you, though."
The young woman who had been assisting the tailor grinned at his quick recovery.
"That's alright. Now for our heads, a beret might be best."
"Ah, lovely. That should do well."
"Yet, I also want helmet covers in whatever colour suits our choices."
"Indeed. Have you decided on the colours?"
