《A Joytoy’s Journey to become a Hive-Queen [A SCS Fanfic]》
Chapter 1 – A (literal) pain in the Ass
Chapter 1 ¨C A (literal) pain in the Ass
¡°In modern society the usage of narcotics has long since be much more normal than it had been even thirty years ago. The biggest reasons for that are more supply, less controls, less stigmatisation, and generally less fucks to give. An average of 40% of the adult poption admits to consuming some form of drug regrly, a staggering 30% almost daily. The real number is probably much higher.¡±
- ¡°Modern Society, a retrospective," 2056
With an incessant beeping I got ripped out of my sleep, my head throbbing like someone was ying the drums on my skull. Croaking my displeasure, before coughing up some bile, I reached over and tried to smash the rm clock off, whilst simultaneously vomiting thest of the alcohol and what pitiful food I had yesterday into the trash can. Eventually I hit the stupid rm and groaned, taking some heaving breaths before dry heaving a couple more times.
Next to me someone moved, warm naked flesh touching my own. I could feel breasts on my back as Sarah tried to use me as a pillow¡ again.
I groaned once more, ignored the warmth behind me, much too hungover to enjoy the feeling, and got up. I didn¡¯t dislike Sarah, she was a nice girl, at least when she wasn¡¯t drunk. Which was quite the rare asion now that I thought about it, considering it had been weeks since I hadst seen her sober. No, what irked me was that I couldn¡¯t have my own bed. It wasn¡¯t her fault, of course. We had to share bed and board to keep the costs down, and even then we barely made enough, even with four people in an apartment I would barely considerrge enough for one.
Mumbling something to myself I got up, staggering from the alcohol and other shit still remaining in my system fromst night. With a bit of effort I made my way over to our kitchen, although calling the shitty hole in the wall stove a kitchen was gloriously overselling things. I opened the fridge, grimacing at the ear grating squeaking sound it made, grabbed whatever cheap beer we had left, opened it, and downed half the can to clear the bile out of my mouth.
I know I shouldn¡¯t, I was an alcoholic and should probably stop if only to save like half the pitiful amount of money I made each month, but I¡¯d been taking all kinds of drugs since my very early teenage years and by this point the amount of fucks I had left to give the universe atrge were somewhere between nonexistent and fuck all.
¡°Get the fuck up." I mumbled loudly before I finished my beer, throwing the empty can into the corner where the rest of the cans had already assembled to discuss our abuse of their contents. Someone would have to clean up soon¡ And considering this dingy household, that someone would be me.
Of course my rambling wasn¡¯t near enough to wake them, pissdrunk and high off their tits as they had been the previous evening. Sarah was still in dreand, naked with a nket barely over her long legs. Tina and Sharon were still asleep on the other mattress in the corner, limbs entangled fromst night''s fun, empty beer cans still next to them. Once upon a time they too had a bed, but considering Sharon¡¯s unquenchable lust, that thing had been fucked through not even three months after she had moved in. Since they didn¡¯t have enough money for a new one, and Sarah and I weren¡¯t about to fork our pitiful creds over for them to break the bed again, the stained mattress it was.
Grumbling once more I stumbled over to kick the two awake, before I went over to Sarah to do the same. We all had to work soon and our boss wouldn¡¯t be happy with us beingte again. I didn¡¯t know the schedule of the others, but I was booked out for the next couple days, and some of the clients paid good money to bend me over the bed frame.
The lot of us were joytoys, little more than cheap whores. Once upon a time joytoys were more than just harlots, but over time things had changed in our redlight district, different gangs moved in, and by now all you were expected to do was spread your legs and act like you enjoyed your time. They didn¡¯t even care if you were barely capable of walking from a near overdose.
Okay, things weren¡¯t quite that bad, I was just pissy. Our job didn¡¯t suck entirely, and I liked doing it, most of the time. Ever since I had my first period my libido had been high, and even before I had turned eighteen I had my fair share of partners in the gangs, mostly to get my hands on more drugs.
After they threw me out¡ Well¡ I didn¡¯t have much in terms of options. And frankly by that point I no longer had any inhibitions about spreading my legs to get what I wanted, nor enough fucks to spare to care about dignity.
Picking up whatever clean clothing I still had, none of us really cared who wore what as long as it all got cleaned afterwards, I slipped into my ¡°work uniform¡±. A skimpy bra that only hid my nipples, a nearly see through blouse that underlined my small but perky breasts, and a short mini skirt that barely hid the wonders beneath from the world. I decided to skip underwear, wouldn¡¯t wear it for long anyway and I knew for a fact that most of my clients liked the cheap whore high on low-grade shit look that I usually had. Every joytoy had their theme and their regrs, and I was quite well known around the district for mine.
Considering my client throughput and my reliability at doing my job, leaving quite the satisfied customers, I had already been entrusted with organising my own group of joytoys, basically being in charge of my wing of the brothel. Seraphine Bloodfallen was a known name, even outside of our little shithole of a district, at least among the cheaper brothels anyways.
By this time the others had gotten up as well, most of them groaning loudly.
¡°Shit¡ morning again already?" Tina mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
Sharon looked worse for wear as she plucked her favourite anal beads still inserted in her loose ass fromst night. ¡°Fuck¡ And I can¡¯te inte again. I¡¯m booked soon," she said, growling, although nobody would believe her if she said she wasn¡¯t looking forward to it. My libido was high, she was an outright slut. She could fuck around all day and still want more. Part of it was of course that one of her favourite drugs did wonders to rile you up even more, so she and Tina ended up basically fucking every night before passing out.
¡°I wish I could skip today," Sarah mumbled, before groggily getting up, only staggering a little. She was still drunk, as usual. Sarah was the only one of us who only did the job because of the money. She refrained from as much sex outside of work as she could, and typically only ever took clients while she was pissdrunk orpletely out of it. I had talked to her multiple times about finding another job, but she couldn¡¯t, or maybe wouldn¡¯t, I didn¡¯t exactly know.
¡°Well, hurry up. Leon will be here shortly to pick us up," I said, then stretchedvishly, which had Sharon tantly looking me over for a moment. Leon was another joytoy who worked with us, one of the few male joytoys I actually liked and had spent some time with. Normally I was more one for women, but he was alright. And he had shown me a few tricks to use on my male clients, which had paid off quite handsomely in my pay.
I vanish into the bath for my first round of hygiene for the day; We would all clean up again at the brothel, but I liked to start here, just to keep the routine going. By the time I was done the rest of the girls had dressed up, although Sarah was already nursing her second beer for the day. The woman was nearly my height just sitting down, not to mention when she stood, even with my heels.
As always, it irked me; My height was the only thing about my appearance that I disliked. Everything else about me was great, I looked good, knew it, and wasn¡¯t ashamed to show it. But my height¡ ugh. In a way it was a blessing. I looked young, innocent and defble despite being nearly twenty, and lots of geezers got off on getting me utterly fucked up on smack before they dominated me, so I never had to worry about getting enough jobs. It also helped that I basically dealt with nearly any fetish they knocked at my door with, which meant a wide variety of people who would pay for my services.
Sarah had more problems in that regard. She was beautiful, don¡¯t get me wrong, but she towered over even the taller men. There was a market for everyone, of course, but some were more in demand than others. She was also extremely vani, the most she would ever do would be stuff like feet or any of the other, more innocent, things. And that meant fewer jobs, which meant less pay. If money wouldn¡¯t be an issue for her, she would probably be happy about it, knowing her.
Regardless, we had to leave. I quickly pocketed my things, which consisted of a few joints, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, some of the more esoteric stuff avable around the district, and a couple of toys that I would need today that I didn¡¯t have in my room in the brothel. We had most everything you could want there, and they didn¡¯t care what we took home, as long as we had it with us when it was needed, but I never liked doing that. Oh, I liked having toys avable for whenever the mood struck me; I just didn¡¯t like having them missing when a client came knocking with a surprise request. I might be a cheap whore high on even cheaper drugs, but I did take my job seriously.
We filed out of the dingy apartment, not that it was much of one, and all went downstairs with a beer in hand. To any outsiders it might be a bit over the top with how fucked up our life and addictions were, but we were hardly an exception in this district. In thest twenty years or so this ce had lost a lot of its former glory, thanks to multiple gang takeovers that had ended with less and less people giving a fuck about keeping the image up. As a result narcotics had quickly be widespread, I don¡¯t think there were many if any people living in these parts that didn¡¯t take some form of shit regrly, especially with how cheap the stuff was around here. Coinciding with the gang¡¯s arrival, the clientele shifted, a lot of the wealthy high ssers who originally woulde to our part of town for a nice time were reced by bangers, which meant less money, which meant the quality of things went even more to shit. By this point most of the brothels around here were the cheap kind, although Victor¡¯s was a bit of an exception even then.
The Rose Carpet was, well, maybe not specialised on the use of narcotics, but we had probably the loosest rules about that kind of crap in the area. That meant that we got most of the joytoys who did the job for money and didn¡¯t know how to handle it other than drowning their sorrows, just like Sarah. Of course we also got people like me, addicts who couldn¡¯t do another job and didn¡¯t care about bending over for whomever came knocking with a creditchip.
When we arrived downstairs Leon was already waiting for us in his rust bucket of a van, an older model he inherited from his pops. The lump of metal was nothing grand but it worked, and none of us could really afford to take the cab each morning. Even down here in thest reaches of the outer city, the taxi service was incredibly overpriced.
¡°Morning," I grumbled as I opened the van door and got in, Tina and Sharon trailing close behind me, while Sarah climbed into the passenger seat. She always took shotgun, despite alwaysining that it was too small for her long legs. The moment someone else dared to get near to it however, she threw a fit about how it was hers.
¡°Morning. You look like shit," Leon muttered. The man was always worrying about us, which was adorable, but also sometimes incredibly annoying.
¡°Yeah yeah, we know. Now get going before we arete again," Sharon grumbled, already visibly excited for the work day despite her bad mood.
¡°I only got four clients for the day. The first three are regrs, thest booked the entire afternoon and evening. Seems to be the cuddly sort," I said, checking my schedule and the requests that came with them.
I knew the first would suck, I saw him often. Giant dick, big enough to hurt, and he was totally into anal, so I was already prepared to nurse my bumhole back to health after his session. The other two were rtively normal, although one had once again asked for a cor and leash, plus some ¡®catnip¡¯ as he called it. I knew what that meant, it was good that I had packed extra.
Thest was a woman, military from the looks of it, but surprisingly, not the dominating kind. Of course there were all types, but my experience with the more normal military girls was that they wanted to be in charge, often that meant more than just saying what we should do. This one however, wanted cuddles, lots and lots of cuddles. The rest of her sheet was¡ empty, to say the least. No likes or dislikes mentioned, only a footnote of taking things slow. She seemed a bit out of ce for this kind of area, truth be told, not to mention her wishes for the day. Not that it mattered much to me, she was cute and was paying, so if she wanted to cuddle the day away, I would oblige her.
¡°Damn¡ I¡¯m packed. Eight clients, one a threesome, one a foursome. Hope I can keep it up the entire night," Sharon said, hand already between her legs, ruining the cheap seats.
¡°Well, let¡¯s hope you can still walk straight after," Leon said with a hint of amusement in his voice. ¡°Luckily, my day will be calm. I only have a halfday, rest of the day I¡¯m on service duty.¡±
¡°Wanna switch?" Sarah grumbled, already in a bad mood. ¡°Five clients, all of them with some strange fetish. Any of you have experience in foot jobs? Can¡¯t remember thest time I did one of those.¡±
Of course Sharon was more than willing to help her refresh her memory, and soon the entire drive was filled with her regaling Sarah on how to do a proper job, what to focus on and what to avoid. It was informative, but only in the context of getting better at the job. I didn¡¯t like feet and luckily I didn¡¯t have to deal with that often.
By the time she had gone through everything she knew, we had already parked and I was opening the door.
¡°Well, good luck y¡¯all, and have fun," I said in a deadpan tone before I walked off, throwing the empty beer can in a trash bin outside the brothel.
Since I was in charge of my part of the brothel, I had some other shit to do before the clients came in. It mainly involved sorting out some of the more annoying things, like helping neers get situated, getting them adjusted, showing them how to do a proper job, that kind of shit. Thest part at least could be fun, especially if they were one of the more eager ones.
Heading into the brothel, I quickly found a group of joytoys standing around one of the new guys, who looked highly awkward and maybe a bit overwhelmed.
¡°Morning,¡± I mumbled, then looked around, ¡°Anyone need anything before I show him the ropes?¡±
It turned out, a couple had some minor concerns such as missing or broken toys, nearly empty booze cupboards, broken furniture, the works. I noted all of that down to send it over to Vic, who¡¯d get on it to rece all the stuff. One of the girls had some questions about some of the toys for me, so I spent a couple of minutes showing her how to properly use them.
Of course, as I always did, I reminded them to take their birth control, pay attention to hygiene, the usual shit people tend to quickly forget or ignore. We had a couple of idental pregnancies before and they always meant trouble. When a joytoy got pregnant, the clients often didn¡¯t want anything to do with it. That meant abortions, or if that wasn¡¯t in the books, another brat ending up at the foster homes nearby. No matter what way things went, there were pretty much always heated tempers, loud words, and inane discussions about responsibility. I knew some clients paid extra for pregnant girls, but that was a rarity around these parts.
The most difficult situations were when one of the guys got a client pregnant. Technically there was a use that said that anything that could end in pregnancy wasn¡¯t allowed, but since people are stupid, especially when high, drunk, and horny, that rule was so often disregarded that it might as well not exist. Problem was, someone had to fork over child support and what-have-you, and of course, since I was the person in charge, it would be my job to sort the shit out. Fucking grand.
Despite the fucked up work life we had, I always made sure that at least the joytoys under me paid attention to all the important crap. More than once I sent someone home to clean up after they came in too fucked up to work. The redlight district was my home, and while it was a bit of a shithole - actually not just a bit - I wanted to make sure we were taken seriously. My goal was that one day we¡¯d be seen as more than living onaholes, even if that was a bit of a pipedream with the current situation around the district.
After I was done with all the minor stuff it was time to show the new guy the ropes.
¡°Okay, Paul, was it?¡± I asked as we walked.
¡°Yes, ma¡¯am.¡± The boy replied in an overly formal fashion, obviously a bit embarrassed.
¡°Okay, Paul. So we generally have a couple of rules around here that you should remember. The two most important for you are the following: No raw dogging. I don¡¯t care if you use a condom or if you pull out, just make sure that we don¡¯t have idents, okay? And nothing that would hurt you or the client. I don¡¯t care how much money they shell out, that is just not something we do here. If they throw a fit feel free to refer them to me.¡±
It didn¡¯t take long before we arrived at our hallway, one of the ones on the first floor. I motioned to a door as we walked past.
¡°That is my room. I¡¯ll be avable in between clients, but don¡¯t hesitate toe to me when there is an emergency.¡±
¡°The room over there,¡± I pointed to one of the ones furthest down the hallway, ¡°is yours. You should find anything you need in there. Toys can be taken home, but I rmend against it. If you forget one and ask for one from another room because you need it I will note that. Simrly all toys used should be cleaned after each client. That is your responsibility, and if I notice that you don¡¯t that will mean a whole bunch of annoying shiting your way, understood?¡±
¡°Yes, ma¡¯am!¡± This guy seemed to be the sort to listen closely and pay attention, which made me like him immediately.
¡°Good. I don¡¯t care what you do in your free time, who you fuck around with and what kind of shit you push into your veins, but you always need to make sure that you don¡¯t have anything infectious while at work. STD tests, blood tests, that kind of stuff will need to be done once every two weeks at minimum. We have a doc we work with who can do that, so if you need a test just ring them up. I rmend keeping a full papertrail on your tests. It¡¯s annoying, but we had some problems in the past when one of the joytoys didn¡¯t have paperwork for some of the older tests.¡±
¡°Yes, ma¡¯am. I¡¯ll make sure to keep all the tests I do.¡±
I nodded and smiled at him, just as we arrived at his room.
¡°Now then, how experienced are you? Not just vani stuff, I mean in general?¡±
He turned beet red and didn¡¯t meet my eyes.
¡°Uhm¡ I had a girlfriend once, who I did it with a couple times. Nothing more¡ uhm¡ extreme? Though.¡±
I nodded, ¡°No shame in that. We can spend some time going over things now.¡±
Saying that, I opened the door and walked inside. Once in the room I quickly checked if everything was in order, then turned around to him.
¡°Let¡¯s start small. Show me how you would pleasure me with your mouth.¡±
He looked at me with wide eyes and an obvious boner in his pants.
After a couple rounds with Paul, showing him some of the tips and tricks I had picked up over the years, I left him to his devices. One of the more senior guys wouldter show him some more, but right now they were all busy, so that would take some time.
Of course, since I had helped him find his footing, I had to spend some time filling in some paperwork. Mainly, what he was able to do at the moment, what kind of clients he epted, et cetera. He was pretty typical for a guy that had just started as a joytoy, preferring women, but he had mentioned that he was willing to entertain menter on down the line, once he got a bit more confident in the job. He was best with oral, so that was noted, but generally he was good enough at the moment that I was willing to have him train with some other joytoys and without my direct supervision.
Once that was done I had to deal with another rather new addition to the roster. The girl had just started over a week ago and was already showing the telltale signs of someone who was slipping into drug abuse to cope with the fact that she was selling out her body for money. Technically I didn¡¯t need to deal with this, but I preferred to try and help them find another job, much like I had done with Sarah. Of course I couldn¡¯t force them to do anything, and if she wanted to stay, or didn¡¯t have another option, then that was just something I had to ept.
I just really didn¡¯t want to end up with another body we would find behind some dumpster with seven syringes in her arm. That was something we had too often around these parts and I had seen my fair share of overdose cases in the nearly two years I had spent here.
The talk with her went¡ about as swimmingly as my talks with Sarah usually went. She was pissdrunk and down two doses of Shiver. Shiver was one of the more widespread drugs, especially in the brothels. It heightened sensitivity, worked like something of an aphrodisiac, and basically forced the body into heat. The problem with it was that itpletely disabled rational thinking, was highly addictive, and made you much more susceptible to most of the other shit, including alcohol. The end result was like something out of one of those cheap porn movies, a guy or girl who just let anyone do whatever they wanted to them, as long as they got to cum their brains out, even things they would consider deeply disgusting when sober. Of course, that did mean that once they sobered up they tended to be horrified at what they had done, and that led to a quick downward spiral that usually ended in overdose.
I tried my best to give her options, gave her some rmendations about different ces she could try to apply to, that kind of stuff, but I doubted that she even properly understood me in her drug induced horny haze.
With a sigh I left her room and noted down a reminder to keep an eye on her.
I liked my job, I really did. I got to enjoy myself, make some money, and get free drugs. These were the kind of things I could do without. I wasn¡¯t squeamish about death, I¡¯d seen too many people die, either in gang shootouts or because of overdose, but that didn¡¯t mean I wanted to see more of that. Especially because I was pretty certain that the girl could have a proper life, if she was able to get out of the shithole she was in.
After a quick trip to the shower to clean up, I made my way to the bar to grab a drink.
Sitting down at the counter, I checked the time. I would be on the clock in twenty minutes. The others already had jobs, but because of my other duties I usually started a littleter. The bar was still pretty empty, it was still early in the day after all, but I saw a couple familiar faces.
Dax came over to me, giving me a warm smile while he finished cleaning one of the sses. ¡°Seraphine, how are you?¡± he asked in his typical, warm voice.
¡°You know how it is, Dax. How¡¯re you doing?¡± I replied and smiled at him. He was one of the few men I had spent some time with outside of work. Not that we were best friends or anything, but we had spent a night or two together before.
¡°I can¡¯tin. The usual before you start?¡± He knew me well, so when I nodded he didn¡¯t take long to ce my favourite drink in front of me.
I thanked him and put it back, not caring too much about etiquette right now.
¡°I¡¯ve seen you¡¯ve been busy already. How¡¯s the new guy?¡±
¡°Eh, he¡¯s okay, pretty good with his tongue. Probably will be fully working in a couple days.¡±
¡°Oh? Enjoyed his service?¡± he smirked, knowing full well that I wasn¡¯t above enjoying myself with the new hires.
I gave him a wide smile in return, shifting a bit on my stool at the memory of Paul¡¯s tongue ying around myher regions. ¡°Yup.¡±
¡°Gonna train him yourself, or leave that to the others?¡±
¡°Nah, he¡¯s good enough for the others to do that. I¡¯m too busy with clients to spend much time there.¡± I shrugged and motioned to the ss to ask for a refill.
Dax of course obliged me, and soon I had another full drink in front of me, ¡°I mean, you are popr. But I guess that makes sense considering how good you are.¡±
¡°Trying to rope me into another night spent together?¡± I asked with a smirk, then put the second drink back.
¡°Nah,¡± he shook his head, ¡°I found myself a potential partner. We are still dancing around it a bit, but I am pretty sure she wants me as much as I want her.¡±
¡°Oh? Now that has me curious,¡± I said with a grin, ¡°Who¡¯d you find?¡±
¡°Nobody you¡¯d know. She¡¯s from the outer edges of the inner city. We met at a club, one thing led to another, and well¡¡±
¡°Wow, Dax is moving up in the world. Inner city, eh?¡± I snorted, ¡°Don¡¯t forget about us little people in your new mansion.¡±
¡°Hey, you know I wouldn¡¯t!¡± He sounded a bit hurt, ¡°And I doubt I¡¯d move in soon, if at all. Inner city ain¡¯t really my style. Well, a bit early to think that far ahead anyways.¡±
We spoke for a bit longer and I had one more drink before I had to start working. By this point I was already pretty hammered, but I knew that both the first two clients would be very much into that. Really not looking forward to getting my asshole destroyed, I made my way up to my room and prepared.
By the time I was done with my first three clients my ass was hurting like crazy. As if the first guy hadn¡¯t been enough, the other two also had the funny idea of trying anal. Great.
Taking a small break before my next client, I stood outside in the freezing night air, enjoying the feel of the breeze flowing over my skin with a joint in hand. Breaks were a newer addition to our business, courtesy of some Samurai who apparently was very pissed about the ¡®shoddy treatment of working girls¡¯ (Yes, working girls! In this day and age¡), and so to stop the district being blown to kingdome the gangs relented and added breaks to our schedule. Ten minutes a day. It wasn¡¯t a lot, but I didn¡¯tin.
If I was honest with myself, I was really looking forward to myst client for the day. She was cute, not exactly my preferred looks but getting very close to it, and I could already feel myself getting excited. I just hoped that she would be more rxed than the others.
Anyways, finishing my break I went inside once more, revelling in the leering looks I got from the clients waiting for their appointment with other joytoys. As I walked past them, I grinned with a bit of a sashay in my step before I made my way upstairs to my room. I had the second room in the eastern hallway, the first vacant at the moment after poor Lena OD¡¯d on some designer drugs brought in by a client.
That had been a very hard day to deal with. Lena had been my senior and in charge before me, even if she had basically given me all her responsibilities. Mainly that was to train me up, but also because she really couldn¡¯t be arsed and was much more interested in snorting lines off of guys¡¯ dicks. In a way she had been a lot like me, really liking her job, but where I preferred alcohol and shit like that while I got bent over, Lena was all in on the hard shit. I had kind of known that she would suffer this fate some day, and I don¡¯t think she even minded too much. It had been her life, after all.
To my surprise my next client was already there, waiting for me. For a moment I panicked. Did I read the time wrong? No, I still had ten minutes. She also didn¡¯t seem impatient or angry, more¡ embarrassed? Awkward? Probably her first time visiting a joytoy.
With a sweet smile I walked up to her.
¡°Chloe, is it? I am Seraphine, it is such a pleasure to meet you," I said, hugging her tight for a moment, before I took one of her arms and hugged it, pressing it between my breasts. She was tall, nearly two heads taller than me, so I had to look up a bit, but I really didn¡¯t mind. Her furious blush was distracting me too much for that. ¡°I hope I didn¡¯t keep you waiting for too long," I added, before motioning inside my room.
¡°Uh¡ No, no, not at all. I just¡ didn¡¯t know where to wait, is all." Her voice was quiet, her gaze locked on my figure.
Chloe had the stature of a soldier, never quite rxed. Otherwise she looked like any other girl you would see on the street, although she did have a bit more scanty looking clothes on than would be normal. Nothing scandalous, by far not as revealing as my own dress, but from her thin blouse it was quite evident that she was excited for something.
It fit her very well, and I was already looking forward to the evening.
Gently dragging her inside, I closed the door and locked it behind me, before turning back to her.
¡°Now then, honey, what can I do for you today? Any ideas on where to go or do you simply want to see what the evening brings?"
Finally her eyes snapped up to mine, panic and embarrassment visible in her gaze, ¡°I, uh, sorry, uhm¡ I honestly¡ I don¡¯t know.¡±
I smiled, she was just too sweet, ¡°No need to be shy, you came here to admire me so feel free to do so," I said with a teasing wink, before I took her hand and led her to the little bar in my room. It was just big enough for two people, and wasn¡¯t a standard fare in other brothels from what I knew. ¡°Would you like a drink to start off the afternoon?" I asked, opening the locked cupboard that contained all the drinks and drugs I had avable.
¡°Sure, I guess that would be nice," she said, and sat down at the bar.
I nodded, ¡°Any preferences?"
¡°Not really, no. Just give me whatever.¡±
Bingo. She was cute and adorable and I already liked her a lot, but I wasn¡¯t above pulling out the most expensive drink I had to get a few more creds out of her.
Pouring us both a ss I put away the bottle before I made my way over to the second barstool. Taking a seat I leaned into her, while offering her one of the sses.
¡°You have never visited a joytoy before, have you?" I asked with a knowing smile.
She chuckled, ¡°That obvious, huh," she shook her head, ¡°No, I haven¡¯t. This is the first time. Decided to treat myself since I just got¡ let¡¯s say promoted, not long ago.¡±
¡°Oh! How exciting!" I said and hugged her from the side, squeezing her a little, pressing my breasts into her side. ¡°A promotion. Might I ask what you do for work?"
She chuckled awkwardly, ¡°Uhm¡ Not to be rude, but I don¡¯t think I want to share that yet. Maybeter.¡±
¡°Oh, I apologise for the question," I said, scowling at myself a bit at that faux pa.
¡°Nah, don¡¯t worry about it. You couldn¡¯t have known. Anyways, yeah, I have zero experience with¡ all this. Like, I kissed once, but that¡¯s about it.¡± She seemed extremely embarrassed about that statement.
¡°Ah, well, we can change that. Just tell me when you are ready," I said with a purr, and sipped on my drink. Chloe didn¡¯t answer, just took the ss and emptied it with one big gulp. It very much fit the serious way she held herself.
¡°Y¡¯know¡," she said after a moment, still eyeing the empty ss, ¡°And I do apologise if this is a personal question, but I am curious¡ How do you do it? Like doing this job. I couldn¡¯t imagine myself being here, even just getting here for an enjoyable evening is¡ embarrassing.¡±
She chuckled a momentter, but didn¡¯t borate.
I sighed inwardly. It was a question I got from a lot of women who came to me, the more chatty kind anyway. Most couldn¡¯t fathom what it was to sell your body for money, a lot of them were judgmental about it. Not that they would refrain from happily using my services just like the rest of my clients.
¡°Well, personally I like my job. I get paid to enjoy myself, fool around, have fun, and get drunk on the clock,¡± I shrugged, ¡°It also means I can help the others, who end up here because they have nowhere else to go.¡±
¡°Sure, but like¡ don¡¯t you ever feel¡ I dunno¡ like you¡¯re worth more?" Chloe asked, looking at me, studying me. There was no judgement there, only curiosity, so I bit back on my more rude reply.
¡°Maybe¡ I don¡¯te from much. Ma and da disowned me when I was still a kid, abandoned me the moment I showed even the slightest reluctance to take over the family business. Went a lot with gangs then, did most of the stuff I do here, just without pay. Nearly no night I wasn¡¯t bent over some bedframe to get fucked, high as a kite, that kind of thing y¡¯know. Mind you, I wasn¡¯t forced to, I always had a high libido, takes very little to get me really heated. When I got old enough this was basically the only thing I could do, since I didn¡¯t want to join the military or some PMC. Not that I don¡¯t want to help people, but it just¡ The fact that I might need to shoot other people on a daily basis scared me off. Was enough I had to do that in the gangs. Here I can help in other ways. At least the joytoys, I mean.¡±
I realised toote that I had gone on for a bit longer than I wanted to, my mind muddled from alcohol and weed, plus some of the more esoteric things that my previous client had me take. It also didn¡¯t help that she made me feel¡ safe. Just having her next to me kind of reassured me about a lot of things, almost like life wasn¡¯t quite as shit as it used to be.
¡°I see¡," she said, still looking me up and down, a slight bit embarrassed still, but not as much as before. ¡°I get that feeling, I think. Didn¡¯t have it as bad as this, but we never had much in terms of money, nor did I get to grow up in the nicer parts of town. My family helped me, and I helped them, our neighbourhood was a close knit group. Did some gang work, although mostly to keep the cesafe, then joined the military. Only recently got out, to¡ pursue other venues," she added at the end, clearly keeping something from me, not that I minded.
¡°Sorry, I came here to enjoy myself, and now I start asking questions about your personal life and bore you with my life story," sheughed awkwardly.
¡°Oh no, don¡¯t apologise. I am here to help you rx and have a good time, and sometimes that means more than just to sleep with the client. There was a time, before I became a joytoy, where that was actually a big part of the reason people came here. Have a chat with someone that wouldn¡¯t judge them, before you got to have fun. Clear your mind, then rx. I¡ I¡¯m kind of sad I didn¡¯t get to experience that time. These days I open the door and the first order is ¡®on your knees¡¯. I love it, true, but it could be more, y¡¯know?"
¡°I guess. Mind if I have another drink? Whatever you just got us, it¡¯s good," she asked, pushing her ss over to me.
I smiled and nodded, getting up to pour her another drink. ¡°Maybe something¡ less exquisite? That one is expensive. Don¡¯t want you to end up with too bad a surprise.¡±
I didn¡¯t know why I asked, normally I kept that to myself and just poured drink after drink to earn more money. Something about her though¡ I couldn¡¯t quite put my finger on it, but something deep down wanted to show her some courtesy.
¡°Nah, it¡¯s fine. I didn¡¯te from money but in recent history my life changed quite a lot. Unless you charge like a mil I don¡¯t need to worry," she said with augh, ¡°Still sounds fucking stupid to say that.¡±
I chuckled dutifully, although it did make me question why she was here if she had that kind of money. Lots of high profile brothels in other parts of town.
With another drink poured I set it down in front of her, then put the bottle away and pulled out another joint, ¡°Want one?" I asked, but she shook her head. With a shrug I lit it and took a deep pull.
There was a moment of silence before she spoke again. ¡°So¡ I didn¡¯t know what to expect, so I booked double, any ideas how we could¡ enjoy that time?" Her adorable blush was back and I smiled at the sight.
¡°I have lots and lots of ways. Do you want to keep it vani or are you open to experimentation? I have an entire wardrobe full of fun toys to try out if you want.¡±
That had her gulping. ¡°I, uh¡ I guess, vani at first, but¡ I guess I am not too averse to experimentation?"
I smiled, took another deep pull of the joint, then came back around the bar again, sitting down on herp. ¡°Well then¡," I said quietly, my voice husky, ¡°How about¡ we start¡ here," I said, my free hand starting to roam her stomach, while I leaned in closer to her.
She said she didn¡¯t have experience, so I decided to take it slow and give her the opportunity to ept my offer of a kiss, instead of going for it myself. She seemed like she needed a bit of agency.
Our lips met, making my heart skip a bit, before starting to beat faster. I could feel the heat in my abdomen, the familiar feeling of rising excitement. At first I kept it chaste, only giving her pecks, before eventually I started to slowly introduce my tongue to our little game. She epted it, soon answering my approach with the same fervour. One of her hands came up to mine, slowly pulling it closer to her chest. But before I could start to enjoy it, undoing her blouse, the lights in my room flickered, the rm started sting full force, and a text appeared in my vision, big aggressive letters blinking at me in red.
¡°Fuck!¡±
I have a Discord!
Chapter 2 – A beginners guide to drunk alien fighting
Chapter 2 ¨C A beginners guide to drunk alien fighting
¡°Despite the changes society underwent in thest couple decades, and the open appreciation for naked flesh and sexual content, sex workers are often still faced with a lot of negative bias. Yet, for all the hate the general public throws at them, a majority of people still ask for their services. It is a strange line of work to work in.¡±
- Joytoys and Dolls, issue 27, 2050
Before I could even finish my cursing into her delicious lips, Chloe¡¯s eyes shot open and she jumped from her seat. I yelped and she only barely caught me before I fell to the ground, ¡°Shit! Sorry!¡±
Her eyes went around the room, then to the door. Moving quickly she rushed over, all previous sexual tension forgotten. Unlocking it she quickly looked around outside.
I tried to calm myself down, but that wasn¡¯t easy. My mind was muddled from all the shit I had taken today, my privates still glistening with the distracting excitement I still felt. I was just thinking about how to best keep my joytoys and their clients safe, when she interrupted me.
¡°Do you have weapons here?" Her tone made it clear she wasn¡¯t fussing about.
It took me a second to even parse the question, too focused on trying to clear my mind and thinking of safe spaces.
¡°Uh¡ what? Oh! No, much too risky!¡±
¡°Can you shoot?" she asked next, still watching the outside.
¡°Uh, I guess? I mean¡¡± I shook my head, ¡°I did use guns before. Not sure I should right now though, I¡¯m pretty hammered.¡±
¡°Well, you have to,¡± she muttered, then closed the door.
Walking over to me she mumbled something, before¡ before something just popped into existence in her hand. It took me a moment to realise I wasn¡¯t tripping. When she arrived in front of me she held out a boxy looking gun.
I looked at the thing, too stunned to react. ¡°You¡ you¡¯re a Samurai?!¡± I slurred, not quite believing my own words.
¡°No sense to hide it any longer, is there,¡± she grumbled, ¡°Now take it. Point it at any aliens you see.¡±
I shook myself, this wasn¡¯t the time to space out. Inwardly I cursed myself for drinking so much today, and for allowing the previous client to hit me with a double dose of catnip. Nothing for it now though.
Taking the gun carefully, I looked it over. It was a simple thing, a boxy barrel, a simple grip, and a trigger. There was a line of text printed on the side of the barrel ¡®Point this way at alien ->¡¯plete with a small arrow denoting the direction.
While I inspected my own new weapon, still trying toe to terms with my new reality, Chloe had manifested another pistol. This one was big, easily the size of my forearm. The design was sleek, dark greens with golden lines, and from the size of the barrel alone it could fire quite big bullets. I wasn¡¯t a gun nut, but that thing looked very impressive.
Her voice ripped me out of my jumbled thoughts, ¡°I need to clear a way to the shelter. There are some others that are in direct danger, you should hopefully be quite safe here. Can you keep your coworkers safe?¡±
While she spoke she was already turning back to the door, but she did give me a nce when she finished.
¡°Uhm¡ I, uh¡ I can give it a try? I hope I don¡¯t hit anyone¡¡± I muttered.
¡°That thing won¡¯t fire unless it has locked on to an alien. Just make sure to connect it to your augs and put the red reticule over the alien fucks.¡±
With that she walked back to the door, not allowing any more questions.
Doing as I was told I tried to connect them to my subpar augs. It took some doing, my augs working overtime just to get them to even realise there was a connection open. The cheap processor was nearly dying its own little heat death before finally I got a pop up and a red circle appeared wherever I pointed the gun.
Once done I looked up, but Chloe was already out of the room. With stumbling steps I made to follow her, but stopped halfway past the wardrobe. I didn¡¯t have weapons here, that was true, but some of the sex toys would undoubtedly double as such with sufficient force. Opening the door to the massive thing I started going through all the shelves, cupboards, and drawers, until finally I found what I was looking for.
Not everything in there was precisely meant to be used, some of the the shit we hadying around was more to use in roleying. Much as the giant dildo I now pulled out. For some reason I would probably never understand, a lot of people had some fascination with girls taking huge horse dicks, which of course ended up with us having a couple of therger models avable. This was thergest I had, easily the length of my thighs, and as thick around as my arm. And, most importantly, made out of metal. It would make for quite the potent club, even if holding it was a bit iffy.
I probably looked ridiculous, alien gun in one hand, giant dildo in another, while I was dressed in not much more than a piece of fabric covering me. Ignoring that thought and now fully equipped I made way over to the door and looked outside.
¡°Hey! Anyone in here, get to the second room on the left side. Gather there and once I clear a way to the shelter I¡¯ll pick you up. Chop chop people, get your asses moving if you don¡¯t want to end as alien chow!¡±
Chloe was standing in the middle of the hallway, visible for all to see, and in the process of putting on some rather impressive, if default looking, armor. Next to her, a cheap looking stic box sat on the ground.
From my vantage I could see heads poking out of nearly all of the doors, panic and anxiety written all over their faces. For most though that changed when they saw Chloe, obviously a Samurai considering the gear she had.
While I did a head count I met first Tina¡¯s and then Sharon¡¯s eyes. Tina looked panicked, probably utterly terrified. She didn¡¯t handle emergencies well in the best of cases, and this was by far not one of those best case scenarios. She definitely was someone I had to keep an eye on, even if we found a safe ce to stay.
Sharon looked¡ barely even fully aware of what was going on. From the look in her eyes she was tripping hard and didn¡¯t reallyprehend the situation. Another person to keep an eye on, though in her case that was mostly to make sure she didn¡¯t get lost.
A good chunk of the other joytoys I saw looked simrly panicked and/or slow on the uptake. Their clients not so much, luckily.
¡°Move your fucking asses, we ain¡¯t got all day!¡± I snapped, when it was clear that they weren¡¯t moving on their own.
Like a switch had been thrown there was motion, stumbling stepsing towards my room. I stepped outside and opened the door wide, letting them all enter. Some were giving me weird looks but I just ignored it and pushed them into the room. Right now wasn¡¯t the moment to admire my gorgeous body, or the weird shit I had with me.
Once everyone was inside, the room was¡ stuffed. There barely was enough space for everyone, which meant that a lot of people were standing very close to each other. It didn¡¯t help that most of them had absolutely nothing on.
I was just about to enter myself when Chloe stepped up to me, giving me a once over.
¡°I¡¯ll try to be quick. Are you sure you can keep them safe?¡± There was a definite tone of worry in her voice, and she looked at the big mass of naked bodies inside with a bit of confliction in her eyes.
I just shrugged, trying my best to smile but failing horribly, ¡°I mean, I have to try, right?¡±
She nodded, ¡°It¡¯ll have to do. Be careful,¡±
Before I had time for any morements, she took off at a dead sprint.
Not wanting to stay outside a moment longer I quickly stepped into the room. Closing the flimsy door I locked it. It really wasn¡¯t meant to deter someone sufficiently motivated, but it was all we had avable to us. For good measure, even though it probably wouldn¡¯t do a fucking thing, I pushed the small scratched up sidetable in front of it. Then I waited.
Behind me the group was mostly quiet. I could hear some whispered muttering, some surprised yelps and moans when some of the clients tried to continue their fun despite the situation, which had to be the dumbest fucking thing I could think off.
¡°Cut it the fuck out!¡± I hissed, ¡°Anyone trying to fuck in here I¡¯ll personally throw out and then you can exin to the aliens that you couldn¡¯t fucking keep it in your pants!¡±
That luckily did the trick, although some still had a rather husky breath. I tuned it out, desperately trying to keep my mind clear from the cocktail of bullshit still flowing through me. Right now I was the only thing standing between them and any aliens who might show up.
That thought had me weak in the knees, nearly copsing from the dread I felt, but I pushed on, chastising myself that I had to be the adult here! I was responsible for these people! God, I wished Chloe was still here¡
Minutes went by in silence. There was no other sound other than four dozen or so people breathing heavily behind me.
Then a bang and my heart nearly stopped. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat, and held up my gun with a shaking hand. ¡°H¡ Hey? C-Chloe?¡± I asked, voice shivering and nearly failing from the panic slowly threatening to overwhelm me.
No answer. Then another bang.
I swallowed. These doors weren¡¯t thick enough to keep sounds out, they barely did enough to keep people out! This wasn¡¯t some high tech building made with the newest construction methods, it was a downtrodden wreck from like two decades ago that had never seen a single day of proper maintenance in its life!
And there was only one thing that wouldn¡¯t answer: antithesis.
Involuntarily I took a step back, running into Sharon who stood behind me, squishing her soft breasts with my back. I probably would have enjoyed that, if I hadn¡¯t been busy nearly shitting my non-existent panties.
Murmurs of panic started to pick up. Then another bang, then another.
My heart was racing fast enough for me to start hyperventting as I desperately tried to keep my hands steady.
Then the door burst open.
Two figures forced their way inside. Dark green and around the size of arge dog, strange jaws that were split three-ways. There was no doubt what the fuck was looking at me: Model Threes.
I didn¡¯t even think, utterly unable to form any coherent thoughts, panic overwhelmed my drug addled mind, I simply pointed the gun and pulled the trigger.
To my surprise there was no gunshot, instead a long whoooosh rang out and four lines appeared in the air, connecting the end of my gun with the head of the model Three that had just broken through. Before it could do much else dull explosions rang out and it slumped, four smoking holes decorating its ruined skull. I took a deep breath, but I didn¡¯t have time to rx, the second one was nearly through as well. So I pointed at it, shaking like a Daemon addict on a week long withdrawal. Finally the red circle locked on and I pulled the trigger again.
Another whoooosh rang out and the second model Three died a momentter, just as it had fully breached the now ruined door.
I just stared at the two dead xenos, unable to move,pletely frozen in ce. My heart was hammering fast enough to nearly escape my chest, nearly deafening me.
Then someone shook me.
I nearly jumped, then blinked, trying to focus on reality again. It took a couple moments before I realised what was going on. Turning I found Sharon looking down at me, panic and worry in her ssy gaze.
Right, I had a job to do. Focus, Seraphine!
Shaking my head again I tried to think. This room was no use. The other doors weren¡¯t sturdier, but it was better than to have a hole in one.
¡°H-Help me move the door,¡± I stuttered, trying to sound brave and unbothered, but failing utterly. Nobody moved, and I looked at them. ¡°Fucking move!¡± I almost yelled, before I turned to the door again and started to push the sidetable aside, cursing myself all the while for being so stupid as to block our only exit.
Finally a couple of people came over and helped me, some even taking one of the chairs and pushing the corpses of the aliens aside. Corpses that were bleeding green alien goo all over the cheap carpet, finally ruining it. Not that it had been clean before, I actually didn¡¯t want to know how many bodily fluids were trapped in that thing, despite routine cleanings.
When we finally had the way cleared I opened the door slightly and looked outside. I still didn¡¯t like the idea of going outside, but we didn¡¯t have much in terms of options, not really.
Psyching myself up I took a deep breath, then fully opened the door and stepped outside.
¡°Now move, quick! Into the next room!¡± I hissed, holding out my gun in a shaky hand, while the other held the dildo next to me. I tried to suppress my trembling, but I didn¡¯t think I was fooling anyone.
The group had just left our old hiding spot and was halfway into the new room when I heard noise. A distinct scratching of something sharp on the metal floor. And it sounded like there were a lot.
Ignoring the panic spiking in me again, it couldn¡¯t get any worse anyways, I raised the gun and pointed it at the corner of the hallways. A couple momentster another model Three came around the corner and I immediately pulled the trigger. It died before it had even fullye around, but the shot had alerted the other xenosing after it.
My heart nearly stopped when one of them came sprinting around the corner, making me take a step back. Panicked cries rang out behind me as the group started rushing, stomping quickly over to the room.
I pulled the trigger again, then again when the next one came running, not stopping until I couldn¡¯t hear any more aliens around the corner. Five alien corpsesy between me and the corner of the hallways, all in various states of fucked up, and all bleeding their weird goo all over the metallic ground.
Looking at the carnage in front of me I gulped, breathing heavily. My entire body trembled and I had issues keeping my footing. I wouldn¡¯t have thought I would survive seeing one of those fucking aliens, yet here I was, having killed seven!
The world was blurry, my blood pumping the cocktail of drugs through my body at speed. I tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder by the minute.
Focus, Seraphine, focus! You need to keep your senses-
I was interrupted by another sound, this one different than before. This wasn¡¯t ws scratching over metal, it sounded more like some strange sloshing.
Just as I was trying to figure out what the fuck that could possibly be something came shooting around the corner at blinding speeds. I tried to step back, but lost my footing from my heels, crashing to the ground. That ident saved my life as two tentacles pierced through the space I had been a moment before.
Desperately fumbling my gun I pointed it into the direction over whatever bullshit alien had just tried to spear me and pulled the trigger again and again. Twice my gun spit its weird bullets, before the sloshing sound ended and everything returned to silence for a moment.
I was just about to curse my luck and get up when I heard more scratching, this time significantly quicker.
Scrambling to my feet I got up just in time to see another two model Threesing around the bend. I raised the gun and pulled the trigger. A long whoooshter the first one crashed to the ground, skitting across the floor as it died.
When I aimed at the second one and pulled the trigger though, nothing happened and the gun clicked empty. Eyes widening in a sudden spike of panic, I threw myself to the side before it could get to me.
Inded hard, pain shooting through my entire body, but I ignored it, thankful in this instance about the cocktail of narcotics in my system, as they dulled the pain sufficiently for me to keep moving.
I got onto my feet, although just barely, and for once in this entire situation I moved first. The second model Three had just crashed into the wall behind me and was shaking off the daze, ready to turn around and mulch me no doubt.
I didn¡¯t let it, throwing my gun away and gripping the dildo with both hands. With a panicked and much less impressive battlecry I threw myself at the model Three, dildo raised high and smashing into it once, twice, thrice, four times, five times, again and again until my arms were screaming at me.
I stood over the dead model Three, its head turned into a ruined mess, goo still dripping down my dildo. My breath was heavy, my heart rate still racing a mile a minute. I had done it. I had fucking killed the fucker.
Standing there I didn¡¯t dream to hope. I was just waiting for the next alien to show up and kill me now that I no longer had the miracle pistol with me.
Instead I was broken out of my whirling thoughts by a voice.
System initialised!
Splendid work. Through your deeds you have proven yourself worthy of bing one of the Vanguard, a protector of humanity! I am Kaysa, your personal assistant AI, and I am here to assist you in fending off the antithesis.
Rise, Seraphine Bloodfallen, and be a protector of the weak!
I have a Discord!
Chapter 3 – Newly minted
Chapter 3 ¨C Newly minted
¡°The exact criteria by which the Protectors select new Vanguard are not known, although they have been quite open about the fact that they are looking for individuals who would protect others even to the detriment of themselves, and those that are not likely to be corrupted by the power they gain. There have been some attempts to trick the system, the most well known was by XetaCorp Inc., a corporation that tried to force some of their employees to be Samurai by throwing them into life threatening situations during active incursions. It cost hundreds of employee¡¯s their life and when they finally did produce an active Samurai, she just went ahead and utterly obliterated the corporation she formerly worked for. To this day the bodies of multiple executives are still extant. Understandably any more such attempts have since then been dered useless.¡±
- ¡°The Samurai and YOU! A corporation''s handbook for handling the gods of today''s world¡±, 2048
The voice was¡ strange. It was female, yes, but it sounded slightly detached. It was pleasant to listen to, but most certainly not a normal human voice.
For a moment I was just dumbfounded, before I even noticed it had addressed me. By name.
¡°What?¡± It wasn¡¯t the most coherent question, but I also wasn¡¯t in my most coherent state of mind at just that moment.
You are now a Vanguard. That means you can earn points by defeating antithesis and saving humanity. You can use those points to acquire better tools to better fight off the adversary. Speaking about points.
Targets eliminated!
Reward: 105
New total: 205
In that moment, I wasn¡¯t quite sure if I was still awake or already passed out and dreaming. I blinked, trying to push past the haze of exhaustion and drunken stupor.
There wasn¡¯t anyone who didn¡¯t know of the Vanguard, or Samurai as they were normally called. All powerful people who had been chosen by some weird alien race to protect humanity against the antithesis threat, capable of getting vastly powerful alien bullshit tech from killing the invaders.
There was no way in the universe that I was one of them.
¡°You¡¯re fucking with me, aren¡¯t you?¡± I asked, looking around and trying to find whomever was trying to prank me. ¡°Right now is not the fucking time for pranks.¡±
I found¡ nothing. The others had long since closed the door and probably locked it.
I am not. Nor is this a prank. I realise that you are under quite the heavy influence of a number of narcotics, but please at least try to focus on reality.
¡°But I¡¯m a fucking whore!¡± I protested, still trying to figure out if I wasn¡¯t tripping my tits off after all the excitement.
That you are, but that doesn¡¯t mean you can¡¯t also be a Vanguard. Your upation doesn¡¯t matter to us. Not that there is anything wrong with being a sex worker.
I shook my head, finally lowering my dildo and using one hand to rub my face, ¡°I¡¯m not tripping, am I?¡± I muttered, not believing the wordsing out of my own mouth.
You are not hallucinating, no. It is quite fortunate that you are high functioning under the influence, otherwise chances are good that you would be dead already. Might I suggest not taking any drugs? Or at least, not this many different ones at the same time? Your internals will thank you for it.
I snorted, then chuckled, before breaking out in full onughter. This was surreal, utterly surreal. Then again, it didn¡¯t matter really. Either I was a Samurai and I would be able to buy my way out of this situation, or I¡¯d be mauled by aliens for trying to use imaginary weapons against them.
¡°Well, nothing for it¡±, I mumbled, ¡°if I really am a Samurai, what should I do? There¡¯s a room full of people I need to protect and Chloe is still not here.¡±
Vanguard Chloe is currently cleaning out thest group of antithesis between this brothel and the shelter. She should be arriving here shortly. I advise that you obtain some weaponry and make your way into her direction.
Weapons, yeah¡ Samurai could just get them out of nowhere, right? This entire thing was utterly ridiculous, but then again, if it saved my life then I¡¯d roll with it. And, if I was honest with myself, some small part of my mind was insanely giddy about this new development.
¡°Yeah, I need weapons¡ Not sure what I should go with though. I mean, I guess most new Samurai start with guns?¡±
The door to the room with all the people inside opened a bit and someone poked their head out, looking around. It took me a moment before I recognised Tina, who looked at me wide eyed.
¡°Are you okay? We heard youughing¡¡±
I snorted, ¡°I¡¯m doing fucking fantastic,¡± I said with enough slurring to make it hard to even parse, ¡°Just stay inside for a moment, okay? Need to¡ figure shit out¡¡±
I sighed, rubbing my face again. ¡°Kaysa, do you have something for this fucking trip I¡¯m on? Thinking is¡ hard¡¡±