[Divine Blood] Offer a rather more Physical Bribe

It does not take much to convince her. You mention your lack of finances but stress your willingness to work with her. She takes your meaning, quickly and eagerly. ”We can come to an arrangement,” she says. ”If you’re game?”

You are.

”Good.” She climbs the desk and pulls off her pants, revealing absent underwear. Arousal bedews her sex, and her scent, ready and heavy, fills the air. She beckons you towards her and you, rising, reveal your hardness.

”Delicious,” she says, ”but I ain’t your whore. And I am keen on finding out what you can do with your tongue.” The motions of her hand order you to your knees and her open legs invite you in. ”This,” she moans, ”may be a good day after all.”

You taste tangy salt, her wet and **** heat. Dark and coarse hair teases your lip. Your tongue finds the wellspring in the underbrush and her moans turn to screams. Honeyed quivers reward you and her hands rake your hair. You let your hands wander her body, finding her breasts. They raise with the movements of your tongue, hidden under her vest and blouse. Your cock aches, and you stop your groping long enough to pull it out.

”Oh, fuck! Do not stop!” she demands, trapping your head with her legs. ”Good! Ohhh! Oh, Lord! Oh, fuuuu...”

You stagger to the floor, gasping for air and overwhelmed by her explosion. She pushes her pelvis upwards and pushed her eager fingers into the void, **** to prolong the rush. You find your footing and your kisses draw the last grateful shudder from her weakening body. Your cock strains under your touch, close to bursting.

She collapses down to a chair, laughing. Her mirth warms the room, and her gaze finds your cock, strutting from your pants and bulging. She laughs louder. ”Lord and Saints! That’s the Sea for ya, innit? Well, don’t let me keep ya.”

You mumble something, close to finishing yourself, and she snorts.

”Nice cock, though. Tell you what, ” she says, orders her clothing, and pulls a small card from her vest pocket. ”I usually hang out at the Pigskin Drum. Should you have need to find me.” She winks, taps the brim of her hat, and removes herself and her men from the Demeter.

You have gained 1 Reputation

Your Reputation is now at 4 – Ignored

You turn the card over in your sticky hand. The address of the Pigskin Drum is printed on it. You put it away.

An in with the flatfoots, or with one horny flatfoot at least, may come in handy.

You have gained [1] Connected: Greencoats

Your Connected: Greencoats is now 1 – Occasionally seen at the Pigskin Drum

You have finally reached your destination.