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“Hey, you wanna make some extra cash?”

Absolutely not. This is not what I need today. I don’t have time for this today. I immediately find myself backing away a few inches away from this guy.

“C’mon, Greenie, don’t be like that,” he pleaded, dumb little grin still plastered on his dumb little face. “Just hear me out, alright?” 

I wanna break his sunglasses. I hate this guy. He’s so annoying.

“I don’t care about making extra,” I simply said. It’s not like I’m particularly desperate for money, anyways. At least I don’t think I am. But you’d think that even with me leading a double life as this Mike character that I’d get some financial compensation, right?

Well, that’s what other side hustles are for, I guess. Not like I need them. I’m not desperate. 

“Would you rather be working this crappy job your whole life under a crappy boss that you play dress up for to compensate for a crappy pay that’s still crappy regardless?”

I froze. 

“Whats with the look? I’m not stupid, you know.”

Really? Could’ve fooled me. Still, what did he mean by that? How would he even know? 

Honestly, he could stand to pay better and act better. Especially with the fact that I’m walking around Miked up and all. And even when I’m not, I get lowballed. 

“He’s always screwin’ us over, don’t you see? He screws everyone over, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that Pippinses get minimum wage.”

It sucks. I could’ve quit forever ago is the thing, but I haven’t. Who else was gonna keep the Mike thing running smoothly? I mean, I guess I wouldn’t really have to care if I backed off from the whole mess anyway. But as I’ve slowly started to realize, miking around isn’t gonna get me preferential treatment in the form of cash. 

Hell, I’ve started to value the quality time with the guy over payment. But now that this sunglasses wearing douche mentions it again, it’s gonna be all I can think about.

“...I mean… eating something that’s a bit more gourmet than TV slop would be nice.” 

TV dinners are so expensive. I’ve never had them. God, I want a TV dinner so bad.

I decided to bite. “Alright. What’s the deal then?”

“Oh, you’re interested now, hm? I knew you’d give it a shot!”

“Quit putting words into my mouth and just give me the rundown!”

“Alright, alright,” he waves his hands all lax and carefree, “it’ll be better if I just show instead of tell.”

“What does that even—woah!”

Before I can register what the hell is going on, this guy leads me down a hall that I honeslty don’t think I’ve ever seen before, and I know this place like the back of my hand.

“Soap Lagoon…? What is this place?”

“You ask a lotta questions. You’re a smart guy,” he chirped. I’m gonna slap the shit out of this guy. I hate him. I hate everyone here. I just rolled my eyes and let him drag me along, opening the secret doors to whatever secret operation this is.

Oh, hell no.

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“Hey Mister! What’ll it be for tonight, hm?” 

A Pippins in one of those comically skimpy bunny suits—low cut on the chest and barely covering the ass—was circling around a Zapper practically two times his size. 

“O-Oh… can I’s… mmh…” The Zapper audibly swallowed, clearly hot and bothered by how the Pippins was parading around. He must be new around here. I am too, so I’d probably be kinda flustered myself if I were in his shoes.

“First time, big guy?” The die guy sidled up and straddled the Zapper. “Mm, no worries. Tell me whatcha want. I can give it to you.”

“Could youse… gimme a hand?” he asked, his voice low and clearly a bit embarrassed. 

“Aw, of course,” the Pippins cooed, staring right into this big guy’s face while his hands trail down to his pants. “Rough day today?”

The Zapper simply nodded, watching the Pippins like a hawk as he used one hand to fiddle with the belt buckle and another to climb back up to his chest where his buttons were.

“Eugh, this is awkward to watch. Can I, like, go somewhere else now?”

“Aw, c’mon! You afraid of getting your hands a little dirty? Everyone’s gotta start somewhere!”

As if to prove his point, Shades—that’s what I’m gonna call him—gestured over to the same pair from just a few seconds ago. 

“Mmf… f-fuck…”

“You close?”

That thing was throbbing and aching like crazy in his grip. His hands were so tiny in comparison to it. 

“Y-Yeah,” the Zapper nodded frantically, watching as the Pippins kept on pumping his dick with the kind of concentration I’d see someone have on the slots. They both looked like they were really, really enjoying this.

“Heheh… I want you to cum lots for me, m’kay?”

 He leans down to mouth at the Zapper’s balls…

“G-Ghh—!”

Cum was drizzling out from his dick onto the top of the pippins’ head, all the way down to his chin. I’m just wondering how none of that shit got in his eye…

He looked back at the customer with a teasing smile, wringing out whatever bits of cum he could get with his hand still wrapped around his dick.

“Ok, I think I’ve seen enough. I’m tired. I got stuff to do—“

“Hey! You promised you’d give it a shot!”

“I did not say that!”

“Yeah, you kinda did.”

“No, I kinda didn’t!”

Did I say that? Could you run that by me again? I don’t think I said that. I had to stop myself from going, “Mike, roll the tape” out loud. Stupid boss getting his stupid things stuck in my stupid head. 

“Urgh… what… how am I even gonna start?” I’m not so sure if I’m really ready to air out my dirty laundry and let it be known that I’m a virgin. I don’t think most people would wanna do that. I don’t wanna do that.

“Ah, right. Here, how about a more hands on experience?”

“Uh… what?

“Hang on, I’ll be right back! Go in that spare room and look pretty or something.”

“Wait, what do I do?! What room?! What are you—and you’re gone.”

What a dick. I begrudgingly stroll my way through this weird little brothel-club-whatever this place is supposed to be, trying my best to not let the raunchy atmosphere and everything that’s going on around me get to me. 

“This place is a whole maze,” I grumbled to myself, struggling to ignore everything.

“A-Ahn~! So good, mmh, h-harder!” 

I whipped my head around to be met with an open window to a room with a Pippins getting his back blown out by a Shadowguy on a bed, pillow biting and all.

God, I wish that were me and Plu. 

Wait, what am I even thinking? What’s my problem? 

I can hear the smacking suction get louder. Last thing I saw before I could finally convince myself to look away was that Shadowguy jacking off the Pippins he was railing.

Who cleans those sheets when everyone’s done…? I feel bad for whoever has to do that. 

“Fuck, I need to get this outta my head… where is that room, dammit?!”

I whipped my head around again in another direction.

“Haah… youse… youse’s so cute ‘n hot.”

“Eheh, thank you, Sir! You ain’t so bad yourself, y’know?”

This one’s giving some sort of boobless titjob to a pent up Zapper, but he’s got just enough chest fat to sandwich this guy’s dick.

God, I wish that were me and Jongler.

Why would I even entertain that thought? I hate my boobs. I hate them. Why can’t I stop thinking about it and all these weird possibilities? 

“Mmgh… Batts… can I…”

“H-Hold on, you big dummy!”

“I can’ts… can’ts hold it no more! Please… ‘m gonna cum all over your boy tits.”

“S-Slow down! You’re…!”

I have to pinch my cheek. It dawns on me that there is, in fact, not a spurt of cum on my face nor in between my breasts. I checked under my shirt just to make sure.

Obviously, nothing. 

I cross my arms to my chest in embarrassment and annoyance. I don’t wanna think about anymore freaky fantasies. If anything, I wanna find an exit. But I’m already lost. 

Until a room catches my eye. A room that’s ever so conveniently in front of me that I must’ve passed a bunch of times. 

I made my way in, noticed a bunny suit that was similar to the one everyone else wore, and I was slowly regretting my life decisions.

“Welp. Here goes nothing.”

The second I finished putting on my new fit, I heard a wolf whistle.

“H-Hey, what the fuck?!”

I was met with a familiar face, and I wasn’t happy. In any other instance, I would’ve been thanking my lucky stars. Right now, however…

“What are you doing here?! Aren’t ya supposed to be on Mike duty?!”

This asshole.

He looked at me with this smug grin and gave me a short arpeggio of notes in response, almost as if he was saying, “(●__●) ♪ I have a better question.”

“I… I was checking out side gigs, I dunno, I got roped into this shit! Anyways, I’m the one who should be asking the questions! I’m your boss, y’know,” I huffed. “It’s like you always forget that!”

“(¬､¬) ♪ Oh brother, not again.”

“Nuh uh! Don’t take that tone with me! I’m not finished!” I point at the loveseat that’s right behind him, hoping he’ll get the hint and sit his happy ass down.

…I’m waiting.

“¬‿¬ ♪ Make me.”

“What…” I sputtered, “w-what the hell do you mean ‘make me’?! I just did! Sit over there! God, at least Jongler listens to me! I swear, it’s like you ignore me on purpose! I don’t even know how I got roped into this bullshit in the first place. And again, back to you, what are you doing here?! It’s always some-”

A barrel of a gun was hovering inches away from my lips.

“♪ Whoopsies.”

He had the gall to send my head spinning when he turned me over and shoved me onto the loveseat. Everything was spinning for a little while, but I could see his fanged smirk and that tommy still in his hand. It was a real adrenaline rush. He could’ve shot me.

I would’ve let him. 

I really don’t like that I’m liking whatever the hell is going on right now. This jerk can probably tell, can’t he? I’m trying to do everything I can to not start grinding down just to feel the friction of this stupid latex against myself. I’m throbbing like crazy, dizzy with all sorts of feelings that I can’t even pinpoint right now.

“♪ You wanna know why I came here?”

He took his free hand to cup my chin and force me to look up at him. I gulped.

“♪ It’s cause I wanted to unwind,” he let out a low, purr-like note. “Cause I’ve been stressed like crazy with all this Mike stuff. With you telling me what to do, bossing me around like you’re up there, and me and Jong are down here.” 

“W-Well…” I gritted my teeth, trying not to show how terrified I was and trying to keep it together before barking back, “I mean, I literally am your boss! I’m-“

He shut me up real quick when he brought that gun a little too close to my lips again. 

“; - ) ♪ You’re not the boss of me tonight. Do your job.”

He must’ve caught on by now that I’m barely keeping it together. I could feel a literal chill run down my spine. I was absolutely terrified, on one hand. I’ve never been in a situation like this before. But on the other hand…

“♪ I don’t think you realized what you signed up for, but you’re gonna like it anyway ♡.”

What does he mean by that?! I literally don’t know what I’m doing here! 

That hand curled around my chin made its way on top of my head, rubbing it uncharacteristically gently and soothingly.

He chucked the gun he held in his other hand off to the side to hastily undress himself; unbuckling his pants, tossing his suit jacket off to the side, but he kept the hat on. Not sure why.

“W-Wait, wait a second…!”

I hated that I was so into this. He hasn’t even done anything yet, and I’m way into this. Can he tell? I think he can tell. I feel so pathetic. I hate it so much.

“Plu,” I laughed nervously. “I… I didn’t actually really mean all that stuff I said, haha. I know I can be a hardass, but… listen, like you said, I don’t know what I signed up for. Some weirdo with sunglasses was like-“

“♪ Mm, nope. I didn’t pay for apologies. I’m getting what I paid for.”

All I could do was watch him slowly jerk himself off just inches away from my lips. What the hell else was I supposed to do? 

“Listen, dammit! I don’t know how this place works. I’m guessing you’ve probably been messing around here for a while behind my back, so don’t expect me to-“

“♪ Don’t talk for a while, yeah?”

“…mmh—!”

He pushed himself in and let out a tremolo laced sigh, stroking the top of my head as he bottomed out. “Ahh~♪ there we go. Just relax, m’kay? You’re a fast learner, you’ll figure it out.”

“…mmh…”

I blinked away a few tears that welled up initially. I’ve never done this before, and I was scared I was immediately gonna spit the poor guy’s dick out and start coughing and choking.

But, that wasn’t what happened at all. He had a steady grip on the sides of my head, taking his sweet time slowly but thoroughly fucking my mouth.  

“♪ Isn’t it just nice when you take a break from work for a little while?”

His voice was literally like music to my ears. Smooth jazz that my brain translates into dirty nothings that goes straight to my core. I couldn’t help but let out a little whimper at the thought. 

Before I even realize it, I’m doing most of the moving now. He doesn’t have to guide me anymore. I’m bobbing my head like second nature, hands wrapped around to keep my pace steady and not too sloppy.

“♪ Hmm… if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you had a secret past that you’re not letting me and Jongler in on. Tsk tsk, and I thought we were friends.”

I don’t like what he’s implying, and I don’t like how much I let it get to me just now. 

I couldn’t hide the moan that rumbled through my throat onto his cock. I took my lips off of him for a minute but kept stroking his dick to keep him occupied.

“You’re… nngh,” my voice is already pretty scratchy, but I’m trying to project it despite my throat begging me not to. “You’re such a perv. Of course I don’t have a secret past, and-“

He pulled me right back onto his cock and shut me up instantly. He had a lot of nerve doing that, and it had no right being as hot as it was.

I’m not used to him being so assertive. Hell, I’m not used to him being assertive at all. That’s my job! So why is it so hot to me? Why am I getting off to being bossed around like this, especially when I’m the boss around here, right?

“♪ Haah… what if they saw this right now? What if they saw the boss going down on me? Would you want that? Would you want them to join in with putting you in your place?”

This asshole, questioning my authority like that. How dare he. How dare he try to spew out these things that are absolutely true.

I should be in control.

“♪ Just let go. You’re doing great…”

He shouldn’t say things like that so casually. I don’t think he realizes the effect it’s having on me. I’m holding back tears with how overwhelmed I am right now. I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m going to pass out. I’m going absolutely insane. His hands are finding their way back on top of my head, and his nail-claw-things are digging into the corners, almost drawing blood.

“…mmmph!”

He took complete control of my head, piloting my movements and fucked my face harder, faster than I could blink. At this point, I’ll let him use and abuse my throat for as long as he wants. I can feel him twitching more and more. A flurry of discordant notes spill out of his mouth. 

“♪ Aah… I’m gonna cum!”

Fittingly enough, he’s howling like he’s in heat, bucking his hips into my mouth like he still can’t get enough. He's so desperate. It’s honestly adorable.

He thrusts in one last time, then abruptly stops and holds my head in place.

“♪ Aaah…!”

I felt his seed pour into my mouth and tried my best to keep my lips wrapped around as tight as possible so nothing spilled. I wanted to close my eyes on instinct, but for some reason, I found myself looking right at his face. I couldn’t look away, and I wouldn’t look away. I’ll assert some sort of dominance one way or another. 

I narrowed my eyes a little, smirking and taking a lot of pride in how he went from trying to come out on top to practically melting while I’m milking him out. 

“♪ Aaah… fuck…”

When he noticed that, he shuddered, cumming even more. It was really getting to me… 

He finally takes himself out of my mouth with an audible pop sound, leaving me slack jawed and glossy eyed. We’re both still panting like wild animals. 

Why is he looking at me like that again? Greedy bastard.

“♪ You… you swallowed?”

“What the fuck kinda question is that?!”

Yes I did.

“And why does it matter?”

He just kept on smiling, fished a wad of cash out of his fedora, and stuffed it…

“Why are you putting it there?!”

“♪ It suits you.”

This guy just stuffed the money in the waistband of my stockings. It looks tacky. Might as well put some used condoms there, a whole keychain of weird memorabilia.

“♪ Do me a favor. Turn around.”

Sir yes sir, I guess. I folded almost instantly, feeling compelled to do just that. As soon as I did, he yanked me by the hips and pulled me into his embrace.

“Wa-wait a second! I wasn’t told about this part! S-Shades, hey!”

I started to panic. His dick was still stiff as a board, twitching and needy against the latex of my suit.  

“Wait, P-Pluey! Wait a sec!” 

“♪ Hmm?” He laid his chin on my shoulder, still with that smug grin on his face but seeming to be a bit more attentive and a bit less smart-assy upon hearing me freak out.

“I… I gotta tell you something. I’ve never done this before, ok?”

For whatever reason, he doesn’t seem to buy it even though I’m not lying. He doesn’t even say anything in response. Why isn’t he saying anything, dammit?! 

“Q-Quit purring ‘n say something! This isn’t funny!”

He’s trying to move the bottom part of my suit so he can give himself easy access. At least my pussy’s not gonna feel like it’s being suffocated anymore, but it’s so achy and leaky to the point where I’m trying to do everything I can to not cry. It hurts. What makes it worse is that I like that it hurts. 

“Wait, don’t you have a condom? Isn’t that, like, a precaution to take?”

“♪ Nope.”

“Wha-“

He shoved himself inside me, cutting me off and making me lose my entire train of thought. I’m not gonna cry. Not gonna cry. I’m tough. I’m not a coward. I’m the boss, and the boss doesn’t cry…!

“Fuuuuck! Oww—!”

I’m gritting my teeth and white knuckling part of my fishnet stocking.

“♪ So… tight…”

“Y-Yeah, no shit—aah!”

“♪ Just relax…”

“Q-Quit telling me to… uuurgh…”

This sneaky son of a bitch, having his hands on my hips and having me rock them back and forth like this. Having me stare at him while he’s got this vice grip on me. Having me sitting on it and looking like he’s king of the world or something. I wanna tell him off so bad, but I can’t. I can barely speak or get anything out besides stupid little moans. Why doesn’t he just call me his bitch while he’s at it? 

“♪ Haha, I’ve made the big bad boss my bitch.” 

Damn you…

“♪ You liked that, huh?”

I was hoping he didn’t hear the way I keened at his words, but it seems like he did. 

“N…Nuh uh,” I try to make a case for myself and fail miserably. He has the gall to latch onto the crook of my neck and nibble on it in a way that he absolutely knows is just right. 

“Quit it… quit messing around like that,” I wrap my arms around him instinctively when I feel him hit a sweet spot that I didn’t even know I had.

“♪ Shh… I got you, baby. There we go.”

Baby?! He’s trying to sweet talk me now?! Well, it’s working. But that’s besides the point!

“Guh..wha?!”

“Baby~♪” he cooed, leaning in further so he could whisper right in my ear, “♪ I’ll give you all the money for all the TV dinners in the world if you hold out for me.” He moved his head down a bit, biting the top of my suit and leaving little love bites just a few inches above my chest and trailing down. What’s he trying to pull here?

But he drives a good bargain, he really does. But I feel like I’m about to burst any second. But I’m not gonna lose this bet, absolutely not.

“Someone’s co-coming! Slow down!”

“♪ Oh, I reserved the room for two people.”

He didn’t bother slowing down at all. He was gradually picking up the pace. 

“Reserve? Wait, you can—agh, reserve rooms?”

“♪ Fufufu~ you’ve got a lot to learn.”

“Waaait! Slow down! You’re… ow, ah! Too much! Too much!”

He’s practically using me like a fleshlight now. At this point, my brain’s tuned out whoever’s footsteps I heard from before. All I can think of and focus on is everything that’s surrounding me right now. I can only hear myself begging and whining like a whore. I can only hear the guy who I’m supposed to be in charge of bossing me around, commending me for doing a good job…

I need more. 

“♪ Look at him. Isn’t he cute?”

“Mmh, fuck! D-Don’t! It’s too deep!!”

“I gotsta get in on dat.”

Right when I feel like I’m about to pass out, I let out an embarrassingly drawn out, almost pornographic moan and throw my head back.

“Gaaah…”

I feel like I’m being filled to the brim right now. Am I gonna get pregnant or something? It’s like I can feel it surging through. It’s burning my insides like crazy, but it feels so good, and for what?

“Duhh… just…” All I wanna do is stay put for just a little longer and feel him. Just a little longer. I don’t care about anything else. I’m just resting my head in his neck for just a little longer, everything else is just noise right now.

“Quit hoggin, Plues!”

“♪ I’m not hogging. He’s latched onto me. I don’t think he wants to let go.” 

I feel so nice. I’m getting treated so well. He’s rubbing my back all nice and everything. I wanna stay here for a little while.

“Get ‘im off! C’mon, you’s had him for ages now… I wanna turn.”

“♪ Mm, good point. Customer’s always right. Isn’t that right, Batts?”

I feel myself snap back into reality when Pluey pulls out of me and turns me around so my back is to him. It just registered to me that the other special guest made their way over here, and they’re looking at me with this kind of insatiable hunger that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.

“Lookin’ good, Boss.”

“Shut up, Bozo!”

“It’s cute that you still think you’re in a position where you can tell us what to do.”

“That’s cause I am!”

I winced when he propped me up in a way so his dick was now inches away from my ass, but my pussy was on full display and facing the world! Awesome! Splendid, even!

“♪ Look… he’s still leaking.” He spreads my lips for emphasis. I could’ve sworn I saw some of his cum from just moments ago leak out a bit too. I can feel my own slick drenching his fingers, and I’m sure he can, too.

“Q-Quit starin’ like an idiot! If you’re gonna be in here, at least make yourself useful!”

“♪ Ooh… those are fighting words,” Pluey had this stupid cat-like grin on his face. Those probably weren’t the best words to use.

“I don’t think you’s should be talkin’ to your patrons like dat, boss,” The way they emphasized that ‘boss’ part was on par with the energy behind a slur. I cringed a little bit. But what the hell are they gonna do? They still have their trousers on. They can’t do shit.

“I can talk to you… however the hell I want,” I huffed. “You’re still my—Pluey, you dick, I’m trying to-”

I can barely concentrate with Pluey’s dick trying to wriggle its way into my ass, all the while he’s just drumming his fingers against my clit. I hate it. I hate that I’m moving into the touch before I even realize that I’m doing it.

“Watch it, Batts,” I heard them mutter under their breath, and I was trying so hard to not focus on the new intrusion inside of me. 

“Or what? What are you gonna—urgh, do, huh? If you want me so bad…” I trailed off as soon as I heard the sound of a belt buckle and pants hitting the ground.

“♪ They’re big, aren’t they? Nothing you can’t handle though, I’m sure.”

“Y-You assholes! I’ve never done this before! You can’t just waltz in here on my first day and try to show me up- AAAH!”

“Dats it!”

My eyes snapped wide open. I thought I was gonna throw up as soon as this big lug just plowed their way inside me. I can see them bulging in my stomach.

I’m gonna break. I’m definitely gonna break. Is this where I fucking die? I’m gonna break, I just know it…! 

“Always—huff, bein’ so whiny n’ bratty n’ lousy,” they grumble through gritted teeth, not giving me a second to breathe or even think, “I reckon it’s about time somebody’s whips ya into shape!” 

“F-Fuck! Slow, aah… slow down… hurts…!”

“♪ Doesn’t sound like it hurts at all,” Pluey bucked his hips up in tandem with Jongler’s thrusts, and holy shit, I think I’m actually gonna die. They’re gonna impale me. But at least I’ll die happy. That’s what I’m starting to realize.

“It… it does,” I retort. It still does hurt, but it’s that good kind of hurt that I never knew existed until now. 

“So do yous wants us to slow down?”

“…no,” I muttered.

“♪ Speak up. You’re a big boy.”

A calculated thrust to my ass and another fast couple of thrusts to my pussy had me seeing stars.

“Gah! F-Fine! Go faster… please.”

“Mm, dat wasn’t very polite. Wants ta try again?”

These guys. These guys. I need them. I need them to rip me apart. I don’t care anymore.

“Please,” my voice is all airy and desperate as I plead, “Oh, please. Please go faster, I’m begging! I mean it! I really mean it! Please! Mmh, don’t make me beg anymore, I- aah!”

I’m so full. I’m so sick. They’re gonna kill me. I’m gonna die now. I’m gonna die happy.

“I’m gonna cum really s-soon!”

“Not before we do~♪”

“Pleaseee…” I’m a whining and crying mess. I can feel it pooling down there already, I’m on fire. I need to cum. It hurts so much. It’s gonna come. “You can… you can keep going after I do.”

“Whaddya mean by dat?”

I was moving into this double trouble tag team maneuver, rocking into both of them as I looked right at Jongler when they asked that.

“You can use me,” I said wholeheartedly. “You can keep on going, even if I can’t stop cumming. You can use me until you’re all done.” I gave a wobbly smile and leaned my head back far enough to look at Pluey’s face. 

I seem to have struck a chord when I looked at him, because literally he took my breath and quickened the pace in an instant.

“Mmph-!”

“Boss… you’s is so good for us… I’m gonna cum inside you’s. Can I do that?”

“…mmph, y-yes!” I broke away from the kiss momentarily to give Jongler the green light.

“♪ I’m gonna…”

“God, please, please, please, I need you both so bad~! Just rip me apart! Just rock me, spill me, shock and—nn, thrill me! 

I don’t even care about how crazy the things that are coming out of my mouth sound right now. This is all I need right now. This is all I want. I feel like I’m drunk off of this. 

My pupils go wide for one last second, and it was like the world around me went dark for a little while. 

The last thing I can remember hearing was, “let’s hope dat Tenna don’t notice dat Mike ain’t around right now.”