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Piece Me Back Together Please?

After a rather difficult start to life you find yourself working for Silco. You grow closer and closer to two of your colleagues, Ran and Sevika. But will your complicated past drive them away?

(I’m posting my AO3 works here as I have some shorter ideas I want to post please tell me if the formatting is weird)

*SMUT INCOMING IN CHAPTER 2*

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tw: brothels, rape, incest, abortion, abuse, violence, fisting, strap ons, drug use, face sitting, fingering, squirting

warnings: 18+ only, minors and men please do not interact.

Chapter 1: Caged Animal

You were pacing, pacing back and forth. Like a caged animal, because that’s what you were at the end of the day. A caged animal forced to fight in the unregulated pits for the entertainment of other low life Zaunites and bored Pilties.

You’d just finished up a fight in the ring, blood dripping from a cut on your lip and bruises blooming across your body. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins like a drug. You had won again, the other fighter coming off worse for wear. Once the cheering had died down and the bets had been settled you had been dragged back to the dank cell where you slept.

A series of unfortunate childhood events had led you to this place, kidnapped off the streets you lived on and sold between dodgy brothels eventually resulting in you spending the last year in an illegal fighting den. Unbelievably this was better than any brothel you’d worked in. You were always forced to work in the underground establishments run by sleazy madams who didn’t care if the girls were on shimmer or there against their will. Only caring about the coins they’d have made at the end of every day. The men that would approach you for sex disgusted you. You’d always been in to women so the thought of the way you had to sell yourself to those pigs made bile rise in your throat.

You were a fighter though, always had been. When the customers got violent with you or the other girls, you were the first to throw a punch. Often leading to hours of punishment and ‘correction’ from the arseholes who ran the place. Leaving you with unforgiving scars and even angrier than before. Eventually the last underground brothel owner had enough of your disobedience and sold you into the fight pits.

Apparently the owner of this illegal fighting ring had found a gold mine in people willing to watch two girls beat the shit out of each other half naked, until the victor is sat straddling the other, covered in both of their blood and sweat, panting and screaming from the adrenaline (and often shimmer) rush. You didn’t want to hurt these girls, but you had to. They were all muscle and hard lines. Each sporting a metal collar engraved with their individual number. They were like you, covered in piercings and tattoos. That always did it for you, you found the softer girls at the brothels attractive but you liked the strong ones who could hold their own the most. You wanted to touch them with more gentle hands, have them tease you and leave bites trailing down your body as they pinned you down. But your fantasy was tarnished by men, again. They wanted the violence, that’s what got them off.

You were one of the owners best fighters, almost always coming out on top, dominating every match. Growing up in an abusive household and then on the streets had taught you well. Never let your guard down and never give your opponent an opening, it could easily cost you your life. This worked in your favour here, you could easily predict your opponents next move. Ducking and weaving till you saw that perfect opening and then taking advantage of it to stun them with precise powerful punches.

You’d never met the owner before, hearing that he preferred to go unnoticed. Presumably because of the nature of his business. You did however have to deal with his ‘associates’, a gang of burly men who ruled with force and their fists.

The skinniest of whom, a man you knew only as The Accountant, was currently walking down the dimly lit corridor towards your cell door. You could tell it was him from the sound of his abnormal gait. He was a weak pathetic looking man, who you presumed enjoyed his job managing the bosses finances as it was as close to a sense of power or control that he’d ever get. You’d met him a plenty of times before, he liked to come down to the cells and leer at the girls in his spare time.

Something was different this time though. He wasn’t alone. You stopped your pacing to listen closer, there were two other sets of footsteps following his. It wasn’t long before he was stopped outside your door, unlocking it. You looked up to watch as The Accountant opened the door.

It swung open to revel that he was being flanked by two other people. A tall, muscular woman with short dark hair which was half tied up in a ponytail so it was out of her face. Her posture was ridgid, shoulders tense. She was accompanied by a slightly shorter, skinnier person who had a black choppy fringe and dark painted lips. They both stopped outside the door staring in at you with unreadable expressions whilst the creep stepped over the threshold and approached you.

“T-today’s your lucky day... Err.. You’re getting out of here.” He said, although not in his usual leering manner. You could tell he was trying to act tougher, trying to be more imposing than he normally was. Perhaps trying to look more important in front of the two strangers. He was failing. He’s nervous demeanour seeping through. “What do you mean?” You questioned him. Confused about where this whole conversation was going. Girls didn’t normally get to leave the fight pits alive. “Did the boss get bored of his favourite toy? You here to finish me off?” Tilting your head to the side you asked the people who stood just beyond the door. “No.” Spoke the tall muscular woman. She had a deep voice with an imposing presence that didn’t seem to allow for questions.

“Well what in the hell do you want then? As you can see I’m rather busy here.” you responded with a tone of boredom. Waving your arm at the empty space which was only occupied by a sad looking mattress, a punching bag suspended from the ceiling, and an empty food tray which was yet to have been picked up by one of the goons who kept order down in the damp cells. The cell was cold, with no natural light, not conditions for any human to live in.

“Well these two are going t-to take you away from here. Their boss has… errrr… p-procured you shall we say…” The Accountant stuttered. Clearly growing unsettled by the looming presence of the two strangers. He must know something more. Something that he’s not letting on. “If you’re taking me somewhere I want to know where.” You demanded of the taller woman. “You’re not exactly in a position to refuse, brat” she quickly retorted. She turned to the sallow looking accountant and said “You were right. She is argumentative.”

You breathed slowly, growing tired of this game quickly. Trying to calm your agitated mind you started walking towards the taller woman until you were in her personal space, close enough to see the blue scars up one side of her cheek and the steel grey of her eyes. You stared up into them briefly getting a little lost in them. You came back to reality quickly when you realised that she was glaring down at you. She was busy assessing you when her expression changed and her lips smirked upwards and she let out a small laugh. “You’re quite the brave one aren’t you?” She spoke, softer now. You grinned at her, sensing that she’d be a strong opponent, someone you could have a real fight against and maybe wouldn’t win. That sent a small shiver down your spine at the thought of losing to her and having her pin you down underneath her strong body. Claiming her prize.

“Your boss bought me huh? You guys run another fight ring or just some seedy brothel?” You asked her. “Not quite. He’s noticed you and wanted to have a little chat” she responded. “A chat huh? That doesn’t really answer my question.” You said, still staring up at her. “If you’re done staring at me like that I’d like to get out of here now so get your things together. Come on, Ran.” She spoke as she gave the other stranger a short nod and started walking back up the long corridor.

You’d almost forgotten that they were here. They were silent this whole time, just watching you talking back to the other woman with a slightly amused look on their face. You frowned slightly and shouted back to her “I don’t have things. That’s not a luxury we’re afforded down here.” The person who you guessed was Ran gave you a cheeky smile and followed the other woman down the hallway. It was almost as if they were certain that you’d follow them. “Great. You’ll have no trouble leaving immediately then will you?” she spoke back as she carried on walking. There was obviously no room for arguments with her so you followed them both, leaving The Accountant behind without a second look. Not like you had anywhere to go and if you were honest the pits were getting boring. The same routine day in, day out. Fight, win, get patched up, then stare at the ceiling above your dingy mattress for hours until someone came along to feed you, cry yourself to sleep and inevitably wake up screaming. You’d see what her boss wanted to ‘chat’ with you about.

Maybe where ever they were taking you there would be a change in your routine? Something to break up the monotony of feeling your mind slowly slipping from the boredom. Maybe you’d be free to find a way to deal with your frustrations and anger at the world in a more… intimate way.

As you followed the two people up the winding staircase and along different dark corridors that you’d never seen before (the goons tended to drag you back and forth between the pit and the cells through the back corridors) you found yourself taking in their appearances a little closer.

You saw that the shorter of the two, Ran perhaps, wore a white shirt with a leather harness which seemed to hold twin blades tight against their side. Scanning down you saw that one of their hands was metal, clearly they’d lost it somehow and it’d been replaced with a prosthetic at some point. You looked across to the taller woman and saw that she had a burgundy cloak covering her upper body and most of her left side. Just as you were analysing her a little closer you made it to a large metal door which she opened forcefully and smell of Zaun hit you for the first time in months.

You’d only been outside a handful of times in the last year, spending most of your days locked away underground. You stopped in the doorway and breathed in the harsh polluted air, coughing slightly as it hit your lungs. Ran stopped to turn towards you, noticing that you weren’t following behind them. “Come, he’s expecting us back soon.” They spoke for the first time. “Who’s that?” You asked catching your breath and picking up speed so as not to get left behind.

“Your new boss” they responded to your question, watching as you passed them to catch up to the taller woman. They followed behind closely, presumably to make sure you didn’t try and make a run for it. Your new boss? This was a job then. Would you be working alongside these two? What kind of work was it? So many questions ran through your head but you didn’t bother trying to get answers from either of your escorts. You doubted that they’d give you them.

You could feel Ran’s eyes on the back of you, taking in the sight before them. You were slim but with curves in all the right places. You still had toned muscles from all the fighting and hours of exercise alone in your cell but you looked nothing like the well built woman in front of you. There was little else to do other than work your body whilst you waited to be dragged up to the ring to fight. It kept you strong enough to survive another day.

You had long white blonde hair with shaved undercuts on each side of your head and a short fringe. You preferred to keep the rest of your hair out of your face with two long French braids which went down to your lower back. Your eyes were also bright white, which was apparently unusual in these parts, you’d always been bullied for them. In your memories your mother had the same eyes, her face would stare back at you every time you looked in the mirror.

You had tattoos all across your body, they were curtesy of the boss down in the fight pits. He liked you to maintain an intimidating appearance, but at least they’d allowed you to pick out the intricate artwork yourself. He gave you that one freedom of choice at least. Silver bars and hoops pierced your ears, lips, and nose. The goons had to hold you down as they did them, ironically enough, though you were happy to sit for hours and let the backstreet tattoo artist work on you. The numbing pain of the needles soothing you into a calmer state of mind whereas the sharp short pain of the piercings was jarring.

As you rounded another street you started to feel the cold breeze blow over you. You had left the cells with just the clothes on your back. You wore a simple worn out black cropped tank top, with bandages underneath keeping your breasts supported, and black leather looking pants which were held up by a belt slung low on your hips, your thong was suggestively poking out under the low riding trousers. You had an old beat up pair of combat boots on which just barely kept the dirty puddles on the streets from seeping through. And lastly the metal collar with your number engraved on the inside. It had an O-ring attachment which was used to drag you around or tie you down when you needed disciplining.

Shit.

You forgotten about the collar! How were you meant to get it off? It locked with a key but The Accountant never gave it to you. Maybe you should ask to go back? But looking at the way the woman in front of you was storming through the Lanes you didn’t think that’d be an option.

Just as your mind was trying to come up with a solution you looked up and really took in the streets around you. There were people out drinking and smoking, presumably looking for some trouble to keep them busy. The bustling streets were lined with vendors selling their goods, run down looking apartments, and dirty looking food stalls. There were kids running up and down the street chasing each other between the crowds. The neon lights of Zaun had changed little in your time underground. The smoke and smog had seemed to be worse than you remembered or maybe you just weren’t used to it anymore. You’d grown up on these streets, along with other kids stealing to survive. This was your home even though you’d not had one in many years. Never letting yourself settle anywhere for too long.

The tall woman in front of you slowed down as she approached a bar that you faintly remember seeing years before. The Last Drop. However this time it looked different, less like a homely pub and more like a club. Neon signs adorned the outside flashing and blinding you with their light. The guards outside were definitely new too. Big burly men that took one look at the woman in front of you and stepped aside for her. She opened the door and started making her way through the crowds. The patrons seemed to notice her straight away and made a path for her to pass through and cross the packed room, past a bar serving the drinks and up a staircase in the back. You followed her quickly not wanting to get left behind, Ran was holding up the rear following closely. There was no time to really take in your surroundings but from a brief glance you could see this was a lively place full of drinking and gambling.

As you followed the fierce woman up the stairs a spark of confidence, or stupidity, caused you to reach out and grab the arm of hers that you could see. She stopped mid step and turned towards you.

Oh no.

That was definitely stupidity.

She knocked your hand away with her arm and once again glared down at you. “What?!” she said sternly. The height difference only made larger by her being on a higher step than you. “I errr… I just wanted to ask you what your name is…” you spoke softly, internally scolding yourself for grabbing onto her like that. Surprisingly her glare softened and she responded to your question.

“Sevika.”

Sevika.

You spoke her name in your head. Enjoying the way it sounded. You were pulled from your mind by the harsh sound of three sharp knocks on a large wooden door just a few steps from the top of the stairs. “Come in.” Spoke a bored voice from behind the door. Sevika opened the door and as she stepped inside you were able to see the space beyond it. Dark wooden walls gave the room a sense of unnerving claustrophobia. The main source of light being a large circular window with a green tint and an intricate pattern made from metal bars.

There was a large desk just in front of the window and behind which you could see a high backed chair was turned to face the eerie green glow of the street below.

You turned briefly to look behind you where Ran was standing. They gave you a smirk and a short nod towards the desk, imploring you to go further into that imposing room. You knew that everything would change once you’d crossed that threshold. You wouldn’t be leaving that room the same bored and tired pit fighter that you entered it as. But that was what you wanted. You could have refused to leave the pits. You could have started a fight with Sevika and Ran in that dingy cell. You probably would’ve lost but maybe if you had wanted to stay in your stagnant, monotonous life down there then it would have been worth the aggravation. You didn’t want that life anymore though. The first breath of the dirty Zaun air that hit your lungs reminded you of the freedom you’d given up on. You wanted to choose your future. So even if you had to follow two complete strangers into this dangerous situation to potentially get that freedom it was worth the risk. You stepped forward into the room standing beside Sevika in front of the desk staring curiously at the back of the stiff looking chair.

“We picked up your latest acquisition. You didn’t tell me it was a person.” Sevika barked at whoever was sat in the chair facing away from you both. You heard Ran step into the dark room and the click of the door closing behind them.

“Yes, well I know you would have been rather opinionated about me ‘buying’ a person.” Came a low drawl of the man seated before you. The chair turned slowly and revealed to you the source of the voice. A rather skinny, sharply dressed man with slicked back greying hair. The first thing that you noticed was half of his face was scarred… or was it melted almost? He had a one black eye with a burning orange centre that seemed to pierce you with its emotionless stare. As your brain caught up to what you were witnessing you suddenly remembered that it was rude to stare, so quickly looked away. Instead trying to take in the features of the ornate golden patterns framing his desk.

He’d most definitely seen your awkward stare but chose to ignore it. He must be used to getting that reaction from people the first time they meet him. Instead he introduced himself to you. Silco was his name, it would appear that since you’d been hidden away fighting for your life he’s seized control of the lanes. He ran various different businesses. Shimmer deals, protection rackets, and the nightclub downstairs to name a few. It would seem that Sevika was his second in command, enforcing his orders and reporting back to him.

“Why did you ‘buy’ me then? What do you need from me?” You asked him once he’d finished his introductions. “Don’t think of it as you being purchased as such. I’m giving you a choice.” A choice huh, not like you’d had many of those in your life. “You can either leave here right now, free to go about your life with just the clothes on your back. Or you can join me. Work for me.” Not much of a choice then…

“I heard about your skills in the ring. You leave almost every opponent seriously injured or dead. I want you to use your talents to help our cause. Control the lanes and fight for Zaun’s independence from Piltover.”

He continued his pitch to you. “You’d have free board and you’d be paid well for your efforts. You’ll have one day off a week with which you can do as you please. Otherwise I expect you to be in the barracks or the bar waiting for my word.” As he finished his speech Sevika turned to look at you, waiting for your answer.

There really wasn’t much to think about. You could leave now, go back down into the lanes and try to continue where you left off years ago before you were kidnapped off the streets. You had nobody to go back home to, your mother had passed away when you were very young and you had no idea where your dead beat dad may have ended up. Silco was here offering your employment, housing, and a purpose. You could see yourself fitting in here, just another Zaunite dealt a shit hand in life using their grit and determination to grab onto anything positive that came their way.

“Okay.” You responded. “I’ll work for you.”

“Good. You made the right choice. Sevika, Ran. Show her to the barracks, find her a room. I want you to take her to the armoury tomorrow morning and kit her out.” Silco instructed the two others still in the room. You saw Sevika nod sharply at Silco and turn to walk away towards the exit. “Oh also… I’m giving you a week’s advance on your pay. You’ll need to get yourself set up I assume?” Silco asked just as you were about to turn away.

You were a little taken aback but responded quickly “Oh… err. Yes sir.” He nudged over a small bag of coins which clinked as they moved towards you on his desk. You carefully reached out to take them, not wanting to seem overly eager.

You were left standing in front of that imposing man, his gaze no longer on you but on a clipboard in his hands. You felt like you should express your gratitude for the opportunity and your advance. He must have paid off your old boss handsomely to take his best fighter away, either that or the visitors to the rings were bored with the predictability of your wins by now. “Thank you.” You spoke quietly. As first you weren’t sure if he had heard you or just wasn’t used to those words being uttered in his presence so chose to ignore them. But you thought you saw one of his eyebrows raise slightly.

You turned to follow behind Sevika. Ran once again bring up the rear and you were guided out of the back exit to The Last Drop and down an alley. It was nighttime now and the cold air was once again sending goosebumps up your bare arms. You didn’t have long to walk though as you were shown the entrance to another run down looking building. This one was almost as noisy as the club had been, just without the music and the party atmosphere. It didn’t take you long to find the source of all the noise. Men were crowded around a small table in a room just off the entrance way. You could see them placing bets on something as you walked past. You saw it was a chalk board with your name written on it. Below were clearly bets on how long you would last here as one of Silco’s workers. You saw them turn to face you at the sound of the front door being shut behind you.

To say they were an interesting bunch of people was an understatement. Men of varying sizes and shapes were filling the room. None of whom looked welcoming but their eyes did linger on you with a hint of surprise.

One man pushed past the others and spoke to Sevika as she ushered you through the hallway. “Damn Ran, she’s cuter than I thought she’d be! You said she was a pit fighter? We were expecting someone bigger and nastier looking.” Sevika stopped in her tracks which caused you to almost bump into her back but you caught yourself at the last possible moment.

She pushed her way around you and spoke down to the shorter man. Getting right up in his face with a clearly threatening tone to her voice.

“Keep your hands off of her. If I see or hear about anyone one of you making her feel uncomfortable then I’ll see to it that you don’t get paid.” She glanced at the room of men which had gone silent after her threat and carried on walking back down the hallway and up a set of stairs. Slightly bewildered you gave the room full of men one last glance and carried on following behind Sevika. You made your way up to the top of the building onto a dimly lit landing. She walked along the hallway and told you that there were no men staying on this floor. Just her, Ran and now you.

There were about 5 doors along the landing and she led you to the second to last one. She unlocked it and pushed the squeaky door open.

“This is your room. Here’s the keys, don’t loose them.” She told you firmly and placed them in your hands. You stepped inside and scanned across the dusty room. It was small, but against the wall was a decent sized bed with a bedside table which had a lamp on it. On one side of the room was a floor length mirror and a set of drawers that had seen better days. In the middle was a wobbly looking table and two chairs, and set into the wall beside the bed was a circular window that you weren’t sure even opened. You noticed another door and were surprised when it opened up to reveal a dingy bathroom with a small shower, toilet and sink. It’d need a clean but you were just glad to have somewhere you could lock yourself away. Nobody else would ever hold the keys to your cage again.

“It’s not much but it’s home.” Spoke Ran, making you jump slightly as you had once again forgotten they had been silently following behind you. “It’s more than I’ve ever had.” You responded quietly. “You weren’t joking when you said you didn’t have any belongs were you?” Sevika chimed in. “No. All of our clothes were given to us as we needed them. We’d use the makeup and toiletries that they gave us when we were getting ready for a match. Any personal items I’d lost long before I’d even arrived there, it’s hard to hold onto the things you love down here.” You replied, a slightly wistful tone to your voice. Sevika just huffed in response to your rather depressing answer. Ran though moved towards you, once again assessing you, looking you up and down. You were used to being stared at, but not by someone who didn’t seem to be leering at you or trying to start a fight.

“Can I… help you…?” You asked them. Suddenly aware that you were still covered in blood and body paint from your fight.

“I think I should have some spare clothes that might fit you. And some spare shampoo and stuff” they replied with a small smile on their face. “Wait here!” They left you standing there awkwardly with Sevika. She didn’t look at you, instead favouring kicking her boot against a floor board that was seemingly starting to come loose. You watched her for a moment before you got the courage to thank her for scolding the group of men earlier. “It’s nothing... but you need to be able to handle your own shit here. I’m not going to pick up the pieces if you piss them off.”

You simply nodded at her response, making a mental note of what she said. Clearly she had a very low tolerance for idiots and you didn’t want to test her.

Ran wasn’t gone long luckily and when they returned, Sevika excused herself stating that she needed to report back to Silco and that she’d come by your room tomorrow morning to take you to the armoury. You nodded and thanked her for showing you to your room.

Ran handed over an armful of clothes, a towel, and some toiletries, which you happily accepted. “If you fancy it come down to The Last Drop after you’ve settled in. I’ll buy you a drink” they stated and then turned away and left you alone in your new room.

After putting the bundle of clothes Ran gave you away in the dresser you took some time to get the shower running at a decently warm temperature. You stood under the running water, letting the days events replay in your mind. The shock of it all, the thoughts of what the future held for you now, and for some reason a flash of Sevika’s eyes glaring down at you all swirled around in your head. Maybe it was the effect of the warm water or all your emotions that made you feel a bit light headed but you quickly washed yourself, cleaning away the makeup, grime and blood that still clung to your body from your last fight.

You stepped out of the shower wrapping the towel that your new colleague had given you around your body. You wiped down the mirror with your hand so you could get a look at yourself. It wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed doing. You were always trying not to over analysis the large scar that ran up from your lip, across your left cheek, over your eye and cutting through your eyebrow. You had a similarly dramatic scar across your neck as well though it was hidden under a large tattoo and your collar.

Gently tracing it with your fingers you decided not to dwell on them anymore, instead you focused on drying yourself off and then walked into your room to take a look at the clothes Ran had left you. From the pile they had kindly let you borrow you picked out a pair of fitted black trousers (which you had to roll up at the ankles so they fit you a bit better), a sports bra, some simple underwear, socks and a white shirt which buttoned up. You decided to tie the shirt in a knot at the front that sat just below the band of your bra. It showed off your cleavage nicely you thought to yourself. You pulled your still slightly damp hair into a high ponytail, pulled on your boots and left your room, locking it behind you.

You wondered back the way Sevika and Ran had brought you earlier and found yourself walking through the back entrance of The Last Drop. The music was louder now and the bar was full but you managed to spot Ran playing pool in a corner. They were joined by a few of the men that had been betting on you earlier. Ran looked up from their game just as you were walking over. They gave you a small smirk and silently handed you a drink. You took the drink thanking them. Having a sip you found it was a smoky whisky, you wondered how they had guessed you liked something stronger and not some fruity cocktail. You figured they weren’t much of a talker so you just settled in to watch them play.

You glanced around at the bar taking in all the new faces. You could tell that most of the people there seemed to be regulars, the way they moved through the space with comfort and ease. A booth occupied by two men dressed in expensive looking suits stood out to you the most. They looked out of place in their well tailored clothes and neat slicked back hair. Slowly sipping on an amber liquid.

Ran caught you staring at them. “Pilties” they simply stated. “Why are they down here?” You questioned. They laughed slightly at you “Trying to get in Silco’s good books. Want to do some business with him I suppose.” That surprised you, you thought that they’d be too scared to come down to the undercity. “Would he though? Don’t all topsiders hate our guts?” You responded. “Yeah but I guess some of these rich brats aren’t above making a bit of dirty cash. And Silco would happily have their investments if it helped the cause.” They replied and went back to their game.

After a couple of minutes you looked back at the two men but this time they were joined by Sevika. She was sat spread out in the booth. She seemed to have a way of dominating any space she was in. She was smoking a cigarillo, and you watched her blow the smoke out of her beautiful dark lips, causing one of the two men to cough. Slightly mesmerised you looked away before she caught you staring. Janna, you needed to get laid. She wasn’t sat with them for long. You watched her shake their hands, then the two men left. She finished off her drink in one mouthful and stood. Once again you whipped your head back around to focus on Ran’s game so as not to attract her attention. You weren’t so lucky, as a few seconds later you watched a large shadow creep up on you.

Looking behind you and jumping a little as you saw Sevika standing above you. “Caught you staring at me.” She whispered in your ear moving her arms to cage you in slightly against the pool table. “Oh… urmm sorry the Pilties caught my eye. They aren’t exactly subtle.” You quickly replied. Trying to deflect from your slight blush spreading on your cheeks at her proximity. “Hmmmm no they aren’t. Had one of the guards escort them topside so they make it back in one piece.” She moved away from you then, giving you more space. Instead choosing to rest her hips against the pool table. “They’re young and dumb, two rich brothers looking to increase their trust funds with a little bit of underground business. Easy money.” She stated. “For us or them?” You asked, genuinely curious about the business you now found yourself working for.

“Both. But mostly us. Not worth the effort otherwise.” She looked at you then, her gaze travelling slowly down to where the shirt Ran had lent you was tied. You knew she could probably get a good look at your cleavage from this angle but you found that you didn’t much care if she was looking.

“Anyways. Nice talking to you sugar tits but I have business to attend to.” Before you had the chance to respond to the pet name she’d turned and left through the main door. Gawking slightly you heard Ran laugh at you.

“She’s going to The Gardens.” They informed you as they finished up their game. It appears that they had won, you noticed some coins exchanging hands. Ran turned back to you and asked “Fancy another drink?” You really didn’t want to stay any longer. You weren’t used to being able to move around freely and there were too many people so close to you.

“No thanks. I think I might head back up. Thank you for the drinks and the clothes again.” They nodded at your response. “No worries, been a long day for you I guess. And don’t worry about it. They look good on you by the way.” The replied with a mischievous expression on their face. You watched their eyes scan you and just like Sevika’s they lingered a little longer over your breasts. And again, just like with Sevika, you seemed to not mind the attention.

Seems like tonight you’ll have a lot to occupy your thoughts as you have some much needed alone time.

You made it back to your room okay, you did have a small concern that one of the men you saw earlier in the barracks might try and interact with you but luckily they all gave you a wide breadth. You guessed you had Sevika’s threats to thank for that.

You kicked off your boots taking a look at them as they fell to the floor. You’d definitely need to get some new ones. Yours were steel toed but after years of wearing them in the ring the metal had dented and the leather was wearing away. New boots would be a larger cost so thinking over what you’d need to use your advance on you decided they’d have to do until you had a few weeks pay saved up.

You shoved your socks inside them and tucked them neatly by the dresser as you moved into the bathroom, tying your hair into a messy bun and rinsed off your face. Toothbrush and toothpaste. That’s a must. And some makeup. It didn’t need to be fancy it just needed to not smudge when you sweat during a fight.

Drying off your face with the towel Ran had let you borrow you made a mental list of things you’d need to start afresh. This whole freedom thing was going to be expensive.

Removing Ran’s clothes you folded them and placed them in a dresser draw, choosing to sleep naked instead since you didn’t have anything comfortable enough to wear.

Slipping into the firm bed you rested your head on the pillow. You thought back to both Sevika and Ran staring at your cleavage earlier in the bar. Then your mind wondered to what Ran had said about Sevika going to The Gardens.

You knew that The Gardens was a reputable brothel. Babette didn’t allow for her girls to be on Shimmer and they definitely had to be there of their own free will. You found yourself starting to wonder about what Sevika might have been like to have as a customer, you’d never had women come in. They tended not to frequent the seedy establishments you were sold to, maybe there was something about the lack of consenting partners.

You would have loved to have had Sevika come in and choose you. That would definitely had made your day, or week or maybe year. Slowly your hand made its way up your body gently stroking across your left breast and then teasing your nipple as you started pinching the pink bud. Your other hand found its way to your pussy which you weren’t surprised to find was already wet and ready for your fingers to slowly circle your clit. You took your time building yourself up before you slipped two fingers into your soaking wet hole and started pumping them in and out gradually picking up speed. Your legs spread wider, toes curling into the sheets as your other hand found your clit and started circling it firmly.

Your mind traveled as you pushed yourself closer and closer to your peak. You imagined her hands were the ones between your legs not your own. A third finger slipping into your cunt to mimic her thicker hands. Would she be gentle or rough? Would she take complete control over you, only allowing you to cum after you begged her for release? Would she relinquish all control to you and let you take your time bringing her to the edge again and again before she snaps and uses you for her pleasure? Would she use pet names for you in bed too? Did she liked to be called anything in particular herself? Master? Sir? Mommy… even?

With that last thought you were now just on the edge. Three fingers pumping hard and fast into your pulsing cunt, they were dragging along your sweet spot with every stroke. So distracted by your own approaching climax you failed to hear the heavy footsteps climbing up the wooden stairs to the top landing.

You were still distracted when they walked towards your door. Your other hand was occupied with teasing your clit in tight firm circles. Short hard pants leaving your lips louder than you realised. Only when you were past the point of no return and a loud moan was already slipping from your lips did you hear the unmistakable footsteps of Sevika pass your door and stop just outside.

You gasped a quick breath trying to gather yourself so you could listen out for her next move. Fingers slipping from your wet cunt and coming up to cover your mouth. The smell of your own arousal strong on your glistening fingers. You heard a small shuffle and the sound of keys turning in the lock of the last door on the landing. Then a pause of movements. A short huff of a laugh and her door opened, Sevika entered and closed the door behind her.

You let out a slow steady breath as your hands slipped from your mouth. Your chest rising and falling fast as you let yourself come down from that high you’d been chasing before you were interrupted. A blush spread across your cheeks and chest. Your hands shaking slightly. Then the embarrassment hit you. Your new coworker just heard you getting yourself off just hours after your first meeting… How were you meant to look her in the eyes when she came to get you tomorrow morning?

You ran to your bathroom to cool off. Letting the cold water slide over your hands before bringing them to your cheeks and neck.

Looking into the mirror and scolded yourself slightly for letting your imagination get the better of you. Returning to bed you tried to block out the memory of that short laugh that you heard leave her lips. She definitely heard your loud moan. How could she not have? You decided that if you were going to have anymore ‘alone time’ that you’d need to be more aware of your surroundings. How you’d do that you had no idea.

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