The Naughty Nymph Ch 07

This is it, the final chapter! I hope you enjoyed the story, and maybe Cassidy and her friends will be back in the future.

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Duncan

It was half past three on a Tuesday afternoon, and I was standing at the reception desk waiting for customers. Anahí was in the bathroom with a client for one of her lengthy but lucrative specials, and Carla was keeping me company.

Neither Carla nor her submissive phase showed any signs of cooling down, she was wearing her usual steel bracelets and anklets, but since she had the day off, Sylvie had equipped her with everything they could find in storage. Her hands were cuffed to a steel restraint belt behind her back, forty centimeters of chain had turned her anklets into leg irons, and another meter of chain connected to her collar served as a leash.

The latest addition was a set of wide steel bands locked around the base of her breasts that made them bulge out and look even larger. They were tied tightly enough to make them very sensitive, but not to the point that they would get discolored.

Everything was secured by electronic locks, and every step she took caused a jingling of chains, which I knew aroused her immensely. It was only a matter of time until she would beg one of us to vibe her into oblivion, but until then I fed her chocolate and made sure she drank enough water to stay hydrated.

*

When a stocky, bald man in his fifties came in, it took me a moment until I could place him. Today he didn't wear a uniform, just some slacks and a checkered shirt, and he looked around before he walked up to us.

"Officer Mills," I said and smiled at him. "Welcome to the Nymph."

"Good afternoon, Ms. Anderson," he said, returning my smile. "And again without clothes."

I laughed. "Yes, but this isn't jail, here you're allowed to enjoy the view."

"Or do more than just look," said Carla, pushing out her bound breasts.

He grinned, glancing at the boobs on display. "Force of habit, Ms. Anderson. We're trained to be observant, but we're not supposed to stare. And touching certain parts would definitely get us fired."

"Obviously, we're more relaxed at the Nymph. But please, call me Cassidy, and this beauty here is Carla."

"Pleasure," he said and shook my hand. "I'm Duncan."

Carla turned around and let him shake her cuffed hand.

"What did you do, poor thing?" he asked. "That's a lot of hardware for a girl your size."

"It's all good, I'm playing with my friend, Sylvie. But," she licked her lips seductively, "if you could talk to my boss and get her to use the vibe on me, I'd be grateful, Officer Duncan. Very, very grateful."

I shook my head and laughed. "I bet you would, but I'm working, so no vibe for you."

"You're the guard from jail?" asked Carla. "The one who escorted Cassie? When she was searched?"

"Oh dear. She told you about that? I'm still sorry about how things went down."

I shrugged. "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you didn't keep me there, jails give me the creeps."

"Gods," said Carla and sighed, "what do I have to do to get myself strapped down and probed like that? I'm getting wet even thinking about it."

He chuckled. "I'm afraid you'll have to get yourself arrested. We don't normally do that to visitors."

I softly brushed over Carla's left breast. "Sweetie, it's been more than eight hours. Why don't you ask Sylvie to unlock you? If you girls want dinner, someone will have to go shopping. Take the money on the table, and get yourself some ice cream if you want."

"Sylvie's meeting her advisor at the university. She said she'll do the shopping on her way back. I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

She tugged at her cuffs and smiled, then she playfully rubbed her breasts against my back, making me feel her hard nipples.

"Okay then," I said, wrapping her leash around my hand. "So, what can I do for you, Duncan? Do you see anything you like?"

"There's plenty to like," he said and took another look around. "I wasn't sure the other day, but I remember this place. I came here a few times when I was younger, it must have been thirty years ago. It didn't look this nice back then."

"Thank you! It's amazing what new sheets and a paint job can do. But why don't you pick something from the menu? I'll give you that discount I promised. Or maybe there's something special you want to try?"

"To be honest," he said after a glance at the menu, "I'm beat. I was in the area, and I was curious."

"Tuesday is when you collar the penal slaves, right?"

He scratched his head. "Yes. It's heartbreaking, sixty-three girls this morning. The numbers keep going up since they raised the citizen tax last year."

Carla gulped. Before joining the Nymph, she had been just a month away from penal slavery herself for failing to pay the tax. With a bit of bad luck she could have ended up at a labor camp.

I bit my lip, thinking. "How about a blowjob then? You just sit back and relax. On the house, because it's your first time here. First time in a while, I mean."

He pondered for a moment. "That sounds great. I don't think there's a man alive who could resist such an offer."

"I'll do it," said Carla quickly. "I don't need hands, you'll see."

"Sweetie," I said and stroked her hair. "It's your day off, you're supposed to relax. Instead of hanging with us here you should ask Benny out on a date tonight. You two have been dancing around each other for months, it's getting ridiculous."

She grimaced. "I want to, but what if he says no? And why doesn't he ask me?"

"Maybe he thinks it wouldn't be appropriate or that he's just a customer to you. With the nice ones you sometimes have to make the first move or nothing's gonna happen."

"You think?"

"Yes," I said and gave her a firm slap on the butt. "But we've wasted enough of Duncan's time. Let's go!"

*

Normally, I worked out of booth four, but I wanted to make a good impression, so I needed a bed without coffee stains. Chains clinking, we walked over to booth seven where Anahí had put fresh sheets just half an hour earlier, and I made Carla sit down on the bed.

"This doesn't hurt?" asked Duncan, pointing at the bands tying Carla's breasts. "I'm sorry, I've never seen anything like it."

"No, no," she said and smiled at him, "but it makes them super sensitive. Which is a shame because it looks like nobody here wants to touch them."

I ran two fingers between her labia, scooping up some of her wetness, then I showed it to Duncan.

"I'm sorry, you can see she's a bit oversexed. She was supposed to cool down a little today, but clearly it's not working. A cold shower is probably the only thing that would help."

Carla shrugged and blew a strand of hair out of her face. "I love my job, that's not a crime."

With some effort due to her chained up state she scooted into the corner of the bed while I got on my knees and opened Duncan's belt.

"Great dick," I said after I had pulled down his pants and boxers, and Carla nodded, supportive as ever.

He laughed. "That's what you tell all your customers, right?"

"Of course," I said with a smirk. "I'm a professional. But in this case it's actually true."

I gently massaged his balls and took him into my mouth while he leaned back on the bed. Some kissing and licking later he sported an impressive, mouthwatering erection, too big to put my hand around.

"It's a pity that you're tired," I said, taking a break from my ministrations. "I wouldn't mind taking this one for a little joyride."

"Another time. I promise I'll be back."

When I peeked to the right I couldn't help but laugh. Carla was watching my every move, and it was obvious that she was anxious to join.

"Too bad you're chained up, sweetie," I said. "No way to finish yourself off, poor thing."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "But I could suck dick just fine. Do you want me to show you?"

"Hush, or I'll go and find a gag."

"Yes, please," she said and giggled. "Or maybe Sylvie's dummy, I need to suck on something."

Enough with the distractions, I thought and spat on Duncan's dick to get it nice and slippery. In one quick move I swallowed it to the hilt and held it in my throat for twenty long seconds before coming up for air. My girls had gotten quite good at this, but I was still the only one who could hold it this long. Duncan being a new customer, I figured it was worth pulling out all stops, and to be honest I had gotten quite a bit wet myself.

For a few minutes I alternated between sucking and taking him all the way, while licking his balls. He had a great time from what I could tell, and I soon felt his dick pulsing and twitching deep in my stretched-out throat.

Duncan groaned. "Wow, you're really good. Gods!"

Not much later he exploded, emptying his balls into my mouth. With a wink I stuck out my tongue to show Carla what she had been missing before swallowing his cum.

"Thank you, Cassidy," he said, still a bit out of breath, while I cleaned his dick with a tissue. "I didn't realize how much I needed that."

"You're welcome. I hope you'll be back soon!"

*

After Duncan had left -- not without tipping both of us generously -- I finally treated Carla to a couple of orgasms using her little pink vibrator. The poor girl had been cuffed all day with no way to give herself some relief, and I couldn't watch this any longer.

"Thanks, Cassie," she said, all flushed and breathing heavily. "I'm starting to feel a lot more relaxed. Maybe you're onto something with this whole day off thing."

"Wait a minute," I said, turning off the vibrator. "Was I even supposed to let you cum?"

She grinned at me, mischievously. "Absolutely not. I'll confess when Sylvie's back, I'm sure she'll punish me properly."

I sighed. "You do whatever you want, as long as this doesn't land on me. Sylvie has to file the tax returns this week, I definitely cannot get in trouble with her."

Charla nodded. "Missing that deadline is twenty-five lashes, maybe more for a hardened tax offender like you."

I scoffed and pinched her nipple. "Hardened tax offender? I missed one deadline that I wasn't even aware of. But honestly, I'd take those lashes again if it would make this nonsense go away for good."

"That's not how it works."

"No. They'd have me whipped and afterwards I'd still need to file the returns. Anyway, let's get you cleaned up, you're leaking all over Anahí's sheets."

I helped her sit up on the bed and wiped her sopping wet pussy with a tissue. When she kept looking at me I could tell that something was on her mind.

"Cassie," she said. "You know that my mom is a serf, right?"

"She works at a hotel, if I remember correctly."

"Yes, at a resort back home, but her contract ends next month. Would it be okay if she came to the station for a few days? I haven't seen her in almost a year, and you have no idea how much I miss her."

I kissed her forehead. "Why don't you take a couple of weeks off and go back home to see her? You've been working so hard, you deserve a vacation. I'll pay for the tickets."

Over the last few months, she and Sylvie had taken over more and more responsibilities. Whether it was taxes, shift plans, or our finances, they had it covered. All that was left for me to do was sign the occasional document.

"I don't think I'm allowed to travel alone," she said and traced her fingers over her collar. "Unless you send me on a slave transport, and that really scares me."

"What? No. I just have to submit a permit to the slave register, and you're good to go. In a nice passenger cabin, no problem at all."

Carla pondered for a moment.

"It's better if she comes here. She doesn't have an apartment back home, and Aunt Maxine's is too small. Mom could stay here with us, she doesn't like to waste money on a hotel."

"Sweetie, you're absolutely sure that you want your mother to see you at work? Our last family visits didn't turn out so great."

"She's nothing like your mom, Cassie. And maybe she can find her next collar on the station. We'll check the hotels and casinos, she has a lot of experience in that area. I know it's hard, but it's worth a shot."

I shrugged. "Okay, sure. We have enough space, and you can show her around the station. Zesta is always worth a visit."

"Thank you, you're the best," she said, putting her head against my shoulder. "But Cassie, I have to ask for one more favor."

"What is it?"

"Could you let me pee?"

I gave her a kiss on the head. "Forget it. Ask Sylvie when she's back, I'm not gonna get in the middle of your games."

Bridesmaids

Carla did end up going on a date, but it took some effort to get her there. Anahí reserved movie tickets, I used all of my significant charm to get a table at Luigi's, and Sylvie helped her write the text message to invite Benny, which took almost an hour of refinements until she finally dared to send it.

Thirty anxious seconds later he accepted, which didn't surprise me at all. He had been a regular of mine, but as soon as Carla joined us, she had been the only girl he ever requested.

*

"How was it, sweetie?" I asked when she showed up the next morning, looking well-rested and with flowers in her hair. "Gods, you're glowing."

She sat down on the bed next to me and sighed.

"It was so amazing. The movie and the food were great, we took a long walk on the upper promenade, and then we spent the night at his place. You know, he has a view of the planet from his bed, it's really impressive."

"So you had fun?" I asked. "He was pretty good from what I remember. One of those who always tried to make me cum."

"What kind of girl do you think I am," she said, laughing. "I never have sex on the first date. We talked for hours, and I fell asleep in his arms. It was like a dream, Cassie."

*

Carla wasn't the only one whose love life had seen some improvement lately. I had asked everyone to give Anahí some space, but our two youngest were notoriously bad at staying out of other peoples' business, so it was only a matter of time until it came up at dinner.

"This casserole is great," said Rashid, shoveling another big chunk onto his plate.

"It's a potato gratin," said Anahí. "Cassie's recipe. It took me a while, but I got her to write it down properly. I mean, scales have been invented, you don't have to put in 'a small handful' of this or a pinch of that."

"You'll get the hang of it," I said with a full mouth. "That's an old navy recipe. The 'small handful' was more like a bucket in the original."

"You should take some to Jarod," said Sylvie, with her sweetest, most innocent smile. "A woman who brings her man good food and maybe a blowjob, that's wife material. Right, Rashid?"

Rashid laughed. "Men have been known to fall for less."

"What are you talking about?" asked Anahí, leaning back in her chair.

"You let your guard down, soldier," said Rashid, grinning. "You've been seen holding hands and kissing on the promenade, like a teenager. I'm told it was quite romantic."

Anahí groaned and put her fork back on the plate. "I can't get anything past you guys, can I?"

"Nope," said Sylvie. "And I think us here would make the greatest bridesmaids ever."

"Whoa, sister, slow down. We've only been dating for a couple of months, okay? I really like him, but who said anything about getting married. And besides, who's gonna marry a whore anyway?"

"I would," said Rashid. "A hero vet who can cook and is also great in bed? If Jarod isn't completely stupid he's just waiting for the right moment to propose."

"You're smart and beautiful," I said and stroked her hair. "Any man would be lucky to have you, girl."

This was the first time ever that I had seen Anahí blush. She was trying to downplay the whole thing, but it was clear that she was in love. Maybe for the first time in her life. I made a mental note to invite Jarod over for dinner some time soon.

"Have you met his family?" asked Sylvie. "Are they nice?"

Anahí looked at her. "What you really mean to ask is, do they know what I do for a living, right?"

Sylvie grimaced and nodded, but said nothing.

"Yes," said Anahí, "they know. His parents live on Massanas, but we've been on a few video calls. His sister works at a dry cleaners on deck sixty-four, we sometimes meet for a run in the morning."

I grinned. "So, Rashid, how serious is it when a man introduces a girlfriend to his parents and sister?"

"Extremely serious."

"See!" I said. "And he already met your little family here and didn't run screaming. Just let me know when you're ready, and I'm gonna organize the most epic bachelorette party ever. And after the wedding I'm gonna fly you two down to Teraxis for your honeymoon. We'll find you a beautiful beach where you can make love, or whatever it is that newlyweds do."

"Did you hear?" asked Sylvie, laughing. "Cassie said 'make love' instead of 'fuck.' It's gonna be super romantic."

"Deep down, Cassie is a romantic," said Rashid and took a sip of beer. "One of the reasons why I married her."

Suddenly it was very quiet in the kitchen. Everybody was staring at Rashid and me -- even Anahí, who would have kept her cool in the face of an invading army.

"What?!" shouted Sylvie, who was the fastest to process the news. "You guys are married? And you never said anything?"

I rolled my eyes. "That's a very old story. Isn't it... darling?"

Rashid took another bite and chewed slowly, because he would always choose food over conversation.

"Old maybe," he said and took my hand, "but I remember it like yesterday. We had a small, beautiful ceremony, with a priest, rings, and a reception. Cassie looked like an angel in that wedding dress."

Carla couldn't believe it. "Cassie? In a dress? You gotta be kidding me."

"No," said Rashid, "it's true. We had a suite at a hotel on Desara Prime and a great wedding night, too."

"The wedding was under fake names," I said and got up to clear the table. "On an undercover mission, because that was the only way to get into that hotel. And I made damn sure that I got paid extra for wearing that stupid dress."

Rashid shrugged. "So? Mr. and Mrs. Sharma are still happily married. They never got a divorce."

"Because they never existed. And just one week later I caught a mission elsewhere, and you shacked up with that hottie sniper. What was her name? The one who was into spankings? "

"Lorna."

"Right," I said. "She loved sending everyone pictures of her bruised butt."

"Obviously, I needed someone hot to comfort me, because my sweet wife had left me. Separation can be hard on a man, especially when he did nothing wrong."

I laughed. "Yeah, right. I was hunting illegal slavers on the Rim, and from what I heard she took very good care of you."

"That she did," said Rashid and grinned. "But how about some dessert, Mrs. Sharma? I think I smelled apple pie earlier."

Martha

The moment she walked through the door I knew that she meant trouble. She was a woman in her mid-fifties, well-dressed in a gray pantsuit and high heels. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, similar to how my mother wore it, and her eyes were cold and piercing.

With her was a short, overweight man who had tied his remaining blonde hair in a ponytail, and he was dressed in black pants and an equally black shirt. A blaster strapped to his thigh completed the standard business attire of third-rate gangsters across the galaxy.

"You're Anderson?" she asked, none too friendly.

"I am," I said, leaning against the reception desk. "What's this about?"

"Martha Ivanova. I own the Lusty Haven on the other side of this deck."

I had heard of her brothel before, and a while ago I had even taken a quick peek. It was nothing out of the ordinary, roughly twice the size of the Nymph in terms of beds, and most of them had been occupied. According to Joanne, they mostly used serfs because no free woman wanted to work there. None that had a choice, at least.