Tss 3: Night's Son

Bobby completes what was supposed to be an easy first mission.

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Chapter 07

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Purged from Purgatory

Charlotte's blue-green eyes sparkled as she took me in. From the look she gave me, she was just as surprised as I was to be meeting again.

"Bobby!" Charlotte grinned and quickly stepped up to me. I expected her to stop and maybe offer her hand to shake, but instead, she pulled me into a tight hug. "Kind of surprised to find you here. I figured I drained your balls pretty good a few days ago. Must be the stamina of youth, huh?"

My cheeks burned at her blunt words. I glanced over her shoulder and saw the Asian woman looking at me speculatively. Thank God Adam wasn't out here to see this. I pulled back and worked to school my face to something approaching a smile.

"I'm just glad this meeting is starting out better than the last one," I told her, trying for levity as I gathered my wits. I remember how angry she'd been when I accidentally took her drink at the tavern.

So what's she doing here? She can't be the freak I came into contact with... Can she?

I felt my stomach twisting in knots, but I couldn't be sure if that was my anxiety or the pill to detect freaks.

Her laughter had a calming effect on me, and I found her smile infectious. I didn't remember her laugh being so musical, but I found it soothing. Of course, it helped that my guts decided to untangle, and the discomfort passed.

"As I recall, the night still ended up quite well for us," she said with a lascivious grin. "And the best part was that the world didn't end!"

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Charlotte couldn't be a freak. She was way too human that night. Isn't there supposed to be some devil's mark or something to identify them?

"The world is still going crazy, though," I said. "Between the bombings in Wyoming and the fr--island showing up in the Gulf of Mexico, things aren't looking pretty." I'd almost said the freaks showing up but remembered to watch my words. My stomach may have calmed down, but I was still on a mission.

"It's terrible what happened in both places. But, I hope the survivors can find solace and peace," she told me with a sad smile. Her sympathy was almost palpable, her voice and eyes conveying the most profound compassion for those who suffered.

After a moment, I saw her lips lift into a soft smile as she met my gaze, the sadness forgotten.

I can still remember the way they tasted as we

--I broke off that line of thinking, trying to remember Elly and Shayna waiting for me.

"But I'm sure you didn't come all the way out here just to discuss the fate of the world with my old bones." Charlotte's sparkling eyes told me exactly what she was thinking.

"I hear you fishing for compliments," I teased her, then took the bait anyway. "And you know damned well you're not that old. You proved that well enough Wednesday night."

Her returned smile showed I scored a hit. We looked at one another for a long moment, and I think I even saw her glance at my lips before returning to my eyes. Those eyes looked a little greener than I remembered, which I attributed to the lighting.

"Well, don't keep me in suspense," she mock-chided me. "Come, sit down, and let's see what my fine establishment can do for you." She indicated a cushioned bench as she walked over to it.

I followed and sat first, only to have her sit on my right close enough that her left leg touched mine. The bench was large enough for three to sit comfortably, and the black velvet was exceptionally soft.

"So, this is your place?" I asked, not wanting to discuss why I was really here. She looked great in her form-fitting black dress, and I was acutely aware of her smooth, bare leg touching mine.

"Is that a problem?" The way Charlotte quirked her eyebrow reminded me of her temper from Wednesday night. I still wasn't sure how I managed to smooth things over, much less ending up in that hotel room with her.

I met her gaze easily as I thought through my answer. "Are you asking if I have any issues with the woman who gave me mind-blowing sex running a brothel? Or are you asking if I have a problem with that woman slipping out without a proper goodbye before the next morning?"

I watched her stern expression crack and morph into a grin as I spoke. "I still can't read you. You seem older than your age would imply, and yet...."

I waited for her to finish the statement until I grew uncomfortable under her gaze. "Why did you leave?" I asked when the scrutiny became too much.

"I hate awkward goodbyes," she told me with ease. "And most men your age--and as drunk as you were--probably would have woken with regrets next to a woman as mature as me."

I failed at stopping the laugh that bubbled up at her words. "I admit I felt a little used, but not in a bad way. Now, as I recall, I wasn't the only one who was wasted. Are you sure you're not the one who would've had regrets?"

This time I'm sure her eyes dropped to my lips, then my crotch before she answered. "My only regret is that I didn't get your information before leaving, but not from a lack of trying. I tried to wake you, but you were pretty out of it. I had to leave early, and I didn't want you to--"

"If you're going to make another comment about your age or me regretting it, then stop," I told her, cutting her off with a bit of annoyance. She hadn't been this hung up on the age disparity at the tavern. "I don't regret that night."

Though I hope I didn't knock you up,

I added in my head.

Charlotte's blue-green eyes turned predatory. "Oh? Then how about we give Mana over there a demonstration of what we did?" Charlotte turned to the Asian receptionist and called out, "Mana, bring us a whiskey sour for both of us."

"Yes, ma'am," the petite woman gave a slight bow and walked away.

I opened my mouth to protest but stopped. I initially thought I didn't want an audience, but could I say that after Thursday night? I couldn't deny that I'd enjoyed Al and Jolene watching me with Shayna and Elly. I noticed Charlotte watching me with those same hungry eyes, and I thought fast about what to say. "You remembered what I like to drink?"

Her return smile didn't disguise the sharpness behind her eyes. "Of course I do. I may have been a little tipsy, but I remember

everything

from that night. Especially the way your lips tasted." Her tongue slipped out to gently run across her lips as she gazed at me.

Before I had a chance to respond, Mana returned with three drinks. I wondered at the number of beverages for a moment until she sat next to me on the cushioned bench. Before I could comment on that, Charlotte's hand slid up my inner thigh.

Remembering that I was here for a reason, I found my voice. "So, how does this place work, exactly? I know what I was told before coming, but how do you do it?"

Charlotte's laugh was rich and throaty before she answered. "Oh, I think you've already proven you know how to do

it

." She met my gaze for a moment before taking her drink in her free hand--the fingers of her other hand performed random designs along my thigh. Then, taking a sip, she smiled at me. "What have you heard?"

"Hmm, yes, do tell us," Mana whisper-moaned into my ear. I could smell sweet cherries on her breath; she was that close.

"The word on campus is that you can have any fantasy fulfilled here," I said, choosing my words carefully. "Any desire or kink can be accommodated."

"We do more than accommodate," Mana said, and I felt her fingers tracing up and down my back, but I kept my gaze on Charlotte. Despite myself, the proximity of these two attractive women had me straining the crotch of my expensive pants.

"We don't do

any

kink," Charlotte corrected with a wry grin. "Nothing illegal, so no snuff acts, bestiality, or contraband. But, a customer comes in, fills out a request form of what they want, and we provide the experience."

I'd already gathered that much info, but I wanted to know how they did it. Charlotte couldn't have a duplicate of every person working for her.

"So, if I wanted to have sex on the moon with a three-breasted elf?" I asked, forcing a chuckle.

"That's a Tuesday night," Mana laughed musically. "We have one guy come in almost once a week asking for that."

"Mana," Charlotte's voice dropped to one of warning and rebuke. "Our client's preferences are kept confidential. You know that."

"Sorry, Mistress," I could hear the regret in her voice, though her hands never left their task of roaming my back, nor did I take my eyes off Charlotte.

"Something tells me that's not what interests you, though, Bobby," Charlotte said, her voice returning to that sultry edge. "If I answered your question, it'd kill the magic of the experience."

Did she just confess?

I wondered. "So, it's magic?" I tried to look interested in the prospect instead of disgusted.

"Oh, not that type of magic," Mana giggled.

"Why so many questions?" Charlotte asked, and I felt my heart race, worried I was pushing too hard.

Thinking fast, I said the first thing that came to mind. "I prefer a more authentic experience. I don't like being tricked. And being a gamer, I wondered if it was some type of virtual reality."

"You want authentic, and you came here?" Charlotte quirked an eyebrow.

I realized my mistake and grabbed my drink to give me time to think. The whiskey sour was mixed perfectly, and I enjoyed the burn of it as it slid down my throat. "You know what I mean," I said after downing the glass. "I know there's no love to find here, but I want a real woman. Not a fake. That's what I liked about you." I decided to throw that last line out to change the focus of the conversation. "You weren't pretending Wednesday night, and I found that attractive."

I couldn't tell from Charlotte's look if she knew what I was doing, but after a few long seconds, her dark lips cracked into a smile. "That was almost smooth," she said in an approving tone. "If you really must know, we use a combination of projectors, cosplay, and acting to fulfill our customer's desires. Now then, why are we talking about business? You have two women here who would like to blow your mind. That is unless you're tired of me and want to fill out a request form?"

"Your friend seems to be taking his time filling out his," Mana said right before I felt her teeth graze the back of my neck. I felt my cock stiffen even more at her overt attentions despite myself. "I wonder what depraved requests he's filling out on it?"

"Mana..." Charlotte warned the other woman.

"Sorry, Mistress," Mana apologized, sounding thoroughly chastised. "But when I have such an attractive man before me, I only want to build him up and make him happy. I could read from his body language that he doesn't really like the other guy, so I'm curious why he would pay so much to give him that experience."

"You'll have to forgive her," Charlotte told me, shaking her head. "She considers herself a bit of a mentalist, reading body language and motives. I think it's about time we put her mouth to better use, don't you?"

Panic at her words raced through my mind, and I missed what Charlotte was getting at until I felt cool air around my groin. The milf was quick and agile as she undid my pants and fished out my thickening horn. Then she reached past me and grabbed Mana's head, forcing her down.

The petite woman had just enough time to moan, "Oh, yes!" before my cock slipped past her lips. Then it was my turn to moan as Charlotte moved the other woman's head up and down my shaft with a fistful of her black hair. I might not have been steel-rod-hard when she started, but it only took a few seconds to reach that level. From Mana's moans and the sensation of her tongue slithering around my sensitive rim, I knew she was enjoying herself.

"You'll have to forgive Mana," Charlotte whispered as she continued to use Mana's head to service me. "She's relatively new and hasn't had any clients of her own yet. I'm still training her on our procedures, but I can tell her skills are as good as advertised from how your eyelids are fluttering."

I managed to let out a low moan and nod, unable to form words through the bliss of Mana's blowjob. But, after the teasing and aborted head from Shayna that morning and being on edge all day, I wasn't going to last long.

I placed my hands over Charlotte's to hold Mana's head down, ready to fill Mana's mouth with my seed, but my hands were shoved off.

"Nuh-uh. Not so fast." Charlotte chided me with a throaty laugh. Then, using Mana's thick black hair, she pulled the small woman off me. Thick strands of saliva still connected her lips to my sloppy cock before snapping as her head was yanked back. "This little slut would happily slurp up all your seed, but I want some. Wednesday seems like a long time ago, and I want some more of what you're packing."

"Um, out here?" I asked, seeing how open and public this was. Anyone could walk in and see us. Mana's oral skills were enough that I'd lost track of where I was, but with the breather offered me, I gathered my wits about me.

Charlotte let Mana go and pulled the top of her dress down, revealing a lacy black bra. Then, before I could think of anything to say, Mana lunged back for my cock, sucking and slurping hungrily. My eyes couldn't decide if they wanted to admire the voracious Asian woman worshipping my manhood with her mouth, the gorgeous goth lady taking off her bra next to me, or just close and wallow in the experience. Thankfully the slight break reset my counter, and I managed to last.

The decision was made easier when Charlotte dropped down next to Mana, and the two women made out around my thick pole. "If you think Mana's tongue is magical, you should know that no client has experienced her pussy yet." Mana moaned, and I heard a sound that indicated that Charlotte was playing with that soaked pussy. "Would you like to be the one to break her in?"

Mana is a virgin?

I dismissed that thought immediately. Of course not, you didn't work in that business as a virgin, but it sounded like she was as pristine as one might find here. This place was all about selling an experience, and this was all a show for my benefit.

"Oh, I think you just got a little harder at that thought," Charlotte chuckled as she fondled my scrotum. "Does the thought of stuffing this thick, hard cock into her young, tiny little Asian pussy turn you on?"

Mana moaned as she took me deep into her throat, eliciting another guttural moan from me. Before I could speak, however, the sound of a bell rang out. To my disappointment, Mana stood and hustled for the reception desk. "Sorry," she called over her shoulder after wiping off her mouth. "Looks like your friend finally made his requests. Give me a moment, and I'll be right back."

"Don't make that face," Charlotte said as she stroked my length. "I'm still here for you."

I looked down and smiled as our eyes met. "I remember barely holding back the other night. She's good, but you're better."

"Flatterer," Charlotte mock chided me, but her hungry grin gave her away.

I reached down and ran my fingers through her reddish-black hair. Odd that the red didn't bother me, but perhaps it was due to her skills. Or that she couldn't be more different from Megan. Using my hand, I guided her to my groin, but a grunt from Mana pulled my attention back to her.

"Sorry, it looks like he's requesting me and quite a few other things. I'll leave him in your capable hands, Mistress."

"Looks like you won't be experiencing her tight pussy tonight, after all," Charlotte said, looking almost as disappointed as I felt. "Maybe the next time. But that means I get this fat, juicy cock all to myself." She leaned in and traced her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip, making me moan again. How did she make such a light touch feel so good?

Deciding that foreplay time was over, I reached down under her arms and pulled her up onto the bench. Hiking up her slender black dress, I grinned, noticing her lack of panties. Running my finger up her slim slit, I enjoyed how wet she already was.

"Fuck me, Bobby," Charlotte moaned and gazed at me through heavy eyes. "Shove it in, and fuck me deep!"

I thought her lines were just a tad corny, but since I was about to sink my sword into her slippery sheath, I wasn't about to complain.

"Oh shit!" Charlotte all but screeched while I aimed for her hole. As I prepared to skewer her, her eyes went wide, but I noticed she wasn't looking at me.

Following her gaze, I glanced over my shoulder to see a man wearing a trenchcoat running in with something in his hand.

It's a little warm for a trenchcoat,

I thought, not even caring that my pants were down and he was interrupting me getting it on with this lovely older woman.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,

fuck!

" Charlotte screamed as she grabbed me and pulled me to the floor. "Get down!"

I moaned despite the rough treatment as she sank fully onto my length.

"For humanity!" the man shouted, brandishing whatever was in his hand. Before I had a moment to ponder what the hell was going on, the world went white, and all I knew was pain.

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"What the hell?" I asked the open air, looking around. Did I just die? What happened? One moment I was deep into a hot MILF, and then there was all that pain. Next thing I know, I'm... I'm... Where the hell was I?

I appeared to be in a crowded lobby with cheap tiled flooring and barely any elbow room. I couldn't see the walls or ceiling, and it was hard to hear over all the shouting and talking going on around me, but I managed to pick out one voice.

"Goddammit!" Charlotte's voice pierced the din, and I looked around for her. "Mother-fucking-piece-of-shit! Not this again." I could tell she was furious and pushed my way through the crowd towards the voice. She seemed to have an idea of what was going on.

"Charlotte?" I shouted out, trying to get her attention. Where did all these people come from? But, if she heard me, she didn't respond. "Charlotte?!" At least I was on my feet and dressed again.

What happened?

The last thing I remember was Charlotte throwing me to the floor in a fit of passion, sinking my cock into her warm and inviting pussy, and then something happened...

I noticed that not everyone around me was human. I froze for a moment, terrified that I was surrounded by freaks.

This is a dream,

I told myself. "This has to be a dream."

"Afraid not, lover boy," I heard Charlotte's voice as a hand gripped my arm.

I turned to her, thankful that I'd found her, then my blood turned cold. It wasn't Charlotte that held my arm but a demon. Tall and skinny, her reddish skin looked alien and threatening. She had two sets of horns poking from her head, two short curved spikes protruding from above her eyes at her dark hairline, and two longer ones from behind her pointed ears curling behind her head. Black hair flowed from her head like gossamer strands, framing a rounded face. Small fangs poked out from behind midnight black lips. But the most telling and frightening features were the batlike wings and long prehensile tail behind her.

"Demon!" I screamed and tried to pull my arm from her taloned grip. I felt her nails slice into my arms before her grip tightened. My heart hammered in my chest as I panicked. The monster refused to let me go, and I had no doubt that I was about to become the foul creature's next meal. This was a nightmare. It had to be!

"Bobby, stop," the demon said, stepping closer to me. She spoke with Charlotte's voice, and I didn't know if I should be more or less scared. Instead, her blue-green eyes captured mine, and I found myself being drawn in. My heart rate normalized as I calmed down. When she placed her warm, free hand on my cheek, I couldn't remember why I was so scared. "Lover, relax. It's me, Charlotte. I know I look different, but I mean you no harm. I never have. You trust me, right?"