Warning: Lewd content below
Kinktober day four!
Prostitution: (Sonia/Rantaro)
Rantaro's adventures have brought him to many distant lands before: an Amazonian nudist colony, a secret billionaire orgy club, and whatever the hell was going on at Hope's Peak University. However this was a whole different ball game to him. Well, metaphorically speaking of course. He's had sex at ball games before, yet even those weren't as crazy as this.
"Ooooh, so this is one of those famous red light districts!" Sonia remarked with an innocent twinkle in her eyes. "Fascinating! I'd be sure to purchase at least a few servants for myself."
Yup. This was him. Arms locked with the heir of a foreign country, browsing the back alley prostitutes like they were celebrity gossip magazines at a bookstore. He'd go over how he got in this situation, but that story was a bit too long and involved way more BDSM than he was comfortable sharing, so the sparknotes of the situation were as follows:
Sonia was horny
Rantaro made a joke about prostitutes
Sonia missed the joke
Regret
Rantaro found out prostitution hasn't even been conceptualized in Novoselic
Even more regret
Sonia wants to fuck a prostitute
"So Rantaro, have you ever purchased a hooker before?" Sonia asked innocently, which was more concerning than endearing.
"T-that's…geez. Listen princess, you don't just ask people about that stuff y'know?"
"Oh! I'm sorry. Should I use the word whore instead?"
"No!"
"Slut?"
Rantaro facepalmed. "Y'know what, just drop it."
"Drop it where?"
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"Moving on." Rantaro managed to reset his cool persona. "Sorry princess. I've never done this before either. I'm just as in the dark as you are."
"Really? I would've bet my crown on the fact that you've participated in these activities at least once." Sonia sounded incredibly surprised at Rantaro's confession, which caused his eyebrow to rise playfully.
"Oh really? And just what does that mean princess?"
"You definitely have the body of a model, so you could easily be a, how do they say, wrestler?"
"I think the word you're looking for is 'hustler'. And I'm flattered by the compliment princess, but I really ain't that type of guy."
Nonsense! Even someone as royal as I would partake in naughty acts for the right price!" Sonia declared very unlady-like in the middle of the empty alleyway. Rantaro tried his best to keep his laughter inside, but couldn't contain it any longer.
"Oh really? Y'know what, shoot for the stars champ. Gimme a price and I'll drop my pants here on the spot." Rantaro laughed into his hand. Was he being a bit too rude? Of course. But what's life if you don't take the chance to tease a princess about prostituting yourself?
"Challenge accepted!" Sonia pouted, sufficiently annoyed by Rantaro's shit-eating grin. She then dug into her pockets and pulled out a fat roll of cash.
"Oooh, so close princess. But I'm afraid-"
"No, I'm afraid that you don't quite understand me." Sonia cut him off as she reached into her purse, and pulled out a miniature fortune. Rantaro's eyes couldn't help but go wide at the site as Sonia began flicking his belt buckle
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"GHLSH GLSH GLRP." Sonia performed a very messy fellatio around Rantaro's member. Her eyes were watery, her nose was running, and her mouth was drooling. But despite her incredibly perverted actions she never once took Rantaro's dick out of her mouth. She was getting all of her money's worth with this one.
Meanwhile Rantaro, pushed against the alleyway wall, was counting the inconceivably large sum of money he just received. He smirked as he watched the princess below him choke on his massive cock. He shoved the money into his baggy pants pocket as he prepared to embark on his next adventure: "exploring" the body of the future queen of Novoselic!