A meeting with the manager

Suddenly the weight on my lap lightened up immensely. Mikita grabbed my shirt and began dragging me through the casino after her, twirling her parasol above both of our heads. She did not look back at the dealer, but merely shouted and expected him to listen. "Gather up all of those chips! Put them in a suitcase and send them down to the meeting room, got it?!"

The dealer, on his part, did not cry or freak out. He merely squeaked out a confirmation and began to get all of the chips and everything in order.

As we passed by multiple other games and attractions, I was trying to formulate my next rule, when Mikita seemed to sense my response. "If I hear a peep out of you, I'll squash you like a bug. Quick. Painful. Got it?" I had **** but to nod my head. The entire time I'm being threatened, we're walking towards and through a bare cement hallway. Employees go by, all of them basically ignoring the two of us, or more like they were cowering and turning away as soon as Mikita got within a few feet of them. "Good. No one has ever beaten the house like that, and you come in like a ragamuffin and try to leave with a fortune. It's just, so... so-!" We make it to a door that opens into a small, 6'x6' room. An attendant closes the door, leaving just the two of us in it, and I feel ourselves start to sink downwards, strangely enough. I turn to my captor who is ruffling her hair before she seems to finish her previous statement.

"Hot..."

Mikita gets very close, now, standing with her body nearly on top of mine. She pressed into me, her chest flush against my arm. Her legs parted and neatly wrapped themselves around my thigh. It was an incredible turn of events, and I would not usually complain, if she wasn't so damn heavy at the same time! She was a small, slip of a woman, but in trying to hold her to me and not tip over, I found she weighed what felt like 75 kg. Nearly double what I would've guessed from her figure. The sensation was so unnerving and confusing, I had to brace myself against the wall to not tumble over completely.

"I told you if you won without cheating, there would be a reward. And your luck just paid off, big winner," the agent cooed into my ear. With a hand, she tilted my head down and placed a chaste kiss against my lips, giving off a light moan. Whatever this woman was doing, she knew exactly what it was and how to do it, because damn if I was not raring to go. I placed my arms around her, one at the small of her back, and the other at the hem of her dress, ready to pull it up. I might have been about to get laid, without even using my powers. This was a rare moment, indeed.

We continued kissing, the space we were in heating up. Her hands on my chest were lowering, and I was trying lift the edge of her dress up to get better acquainted with her behind. Sadly, the time was not yet nigh. The lowering motion stopped, and someone outside the door pushed it open, revealing the two of us. There was an awkward silence as I turned to face the newcomer. It was a woman, and the first thing I noticed was a tremendously massive rack, which was being held at bay by a struggling leather vest. Over top of that was a fluffy white jacket that was worn down below her knees, but still kept open, revealing her lean stomach. She wore a short skirt made of some kind of leather that was also tassled, and white boots nearly to her knee. The combo created a delicious sight of her thighs. The entire outfit was pulled together with an exotic looking felt hat sat on top of her long, raven-black hair. Mikita had also stopped by now, and her reaction to seeing the woman must have been as if something fell to the pit of her stomach, because I could feel her body briefly weigh itself down, adding another few kilograms. "Oh, Miss All Sunday, I was just about to meet you in your office," Mikita squeaked, recoiling behind me. I stayed silent. If this intimidating woman in a flower-print dress could scare so many people and give me chills with her threats, then what could someone she was in fear of do to me?

"Miss Valentine. I see you brought the troublemaker down here. Good. He needs to collect his winnings, and then we'll decide what happens with him next." Her voice was deep, and sultry. A far cry from Mikita's - Miss Valentine's? - high-pitched, sharp voice. The difference did not put me any at ease. If anything, it put me more off guard. The confidence and timbre of her voice made it clear that she knew she was powerful, and now in charge of this situation.

Mikita got off of me, flattening out her dress, and took me by the back of my coat, pushing me forward. "Right this way, big guy."

The three of us made our way through a small maze of halls and corridors until we reached a plain wooden door. Inside, there was a desk, a few chairs, cabinets, and everything one would assume might be out on a business woman's desk. Behind the desk was another door, leading to a separate room. Miss All Sunday was obviously some kind of manager of the casino. Maybe she also worked for Sir Crocodile.

Mikita **** me into a seat and stood behind me. Her superior walked with a tantalizing sway behind the desk, before slowly sitting into her cushioned seat. On the desk in front of her was a suitcase. She opened the container and inside were stacks of casino chips. I saw denominations as high as 100 Million, and as low as 10 Million, but there was still well over a thousand chips in total. Obviously the dealer had gotten everything prepared and sent this down before them, which would have been freakishly fast. The only other alternative was that Miss All Sunday had somehow been aware of exactly how much I had won and prepared it before meeting us at the moving room. "These are your winnings, Mr. Tsujo. 17.5 Billion Beris. Now, I hope I don't have to tell you how exorbitant that sum is. That's more than the entire treasury of Alubarna. We, here at Rain Dinners, obviously don't have that kind of cash on hand. So, for some... rather expensive prices, I would be willing to allow you to make a purchase from out of your winnings here. Does that sound agreeable to you?" Miss All Sunday asked, folding her hands together and placing her chin on top.

I stared at my surroundings. These ladies seemed like they could easily end me with minimal effort. I needed to play it safe. Luckily, safe was my normal. "Now, I know it's normally the case that I would be able to purchase most things with as little as a few Beris," I start. As soon as I see the raven-haired beauty open her mouth to respond, I push on. "Normally the case, but I understand that I would not be able to receive the full amount of my winnings either way, so I agree to the terms of purchasing from my winnings."

This response seemed to please the woman, who nodded. "Then, in that case, regarding what I saw in the elevator back there, may I first offer a night of passion with our dear Miss Valentine? You may have her until tomorrow morning for 7,000,000,000 Beri. A fair sum for one of our most prized agents, am I right, Miss Valentine?" The leather-clad woman's gaze shifted from me to up and behind me, locking eyes with Mikita.

The other woman merely nodded and hummed her approval, "Mmhmm!"

I suppose that was a fair price, especially since there was not much of a chance I was going to be leaving with any substantial amount of pocket money. But I did wonder if I could get more out of this exchange. I hummed to myself, seeming to ponder my decision when I spoke back up. "And what about you, Miss All Sunday? Isn't it normal to offer up a price for yourself?"

Her eyebrow quirked, but then lowered as her mind relented to my abilities. "Of course. If you wish to purchase me for the evening, I would be worth 10,000,000,000 Beri."

A hefty amount more than her associate. It's obvious how highly she values herself and her time. "I don't suppose it would be remiss for me to ask what the price for both of you might be? To have both of you together for the evening?" I ask.

As soon as I do, Mikita acts as if she's about to smack me, but before her hand can swing, Miss All Sunday retorts, "The total would be 17 Billion Beris. Leaving you with 500 Million, which we would be able to pay out at the end of our transaction."

I looked back at Mikita, who seemed stunned by this statement from her boss. Obviously she had not expected Miss All Sunday would even entertain the idea of the two of them working together for my pleasure. But that goes to show what could happen with a little push. Looking back at Miss All Sunday, I stick out my hand in front of me. "Then I will purchase one night with each of you, to be redeemed this evening, the both of you."

Miss All Sunday smiled with her eyes closed, seeming very pleased with this outcome. "Thank you for your patronage, Mr. Tsujo," she gratifies. She reaches out her hand and squeezes mine, shaking it up and down once. "Now is as good a time as ever. Why don't we retire to my chambers?"

I am not going to argue, and apparently neither was Miss Valentine as she allowed me to stand, and then followed me behind the desk to where Miss All Sunday waited at the second door. Opening up, a bedroom was revealed. The walls and floors were all an alabaster brick, giving the room a clean, white look. It was lightly decorated with dressers, a bureau with a mirror and all kinds of makeup applicators, and a circular rug that took up a good portion of the room. On top of the rug was a four-poster bed, big enough for a king. It was fitted with dark purple draw curtains, and turquoise sheets. I'm lead in to the room, across to the bed, and then allowed to sit at the edge.

"Allow the both of us to get more comfortable for you, Mr. Tsujo," Miss All Sunday says, dropping her heavy white coat. Mikita joined her, slipping off her jean jacket and folding it up.

This was getting good. I was about to have two ladies fully devote their evening to me. "It's normal to just call me Tsujo. It's also normal to tell me your name, instead of your code name." Trying to call her Miss All Sunday while doing the do would be a mouthful.

"Alright, Tsujo. And you may call me Nico Robin. Or just Robin." She had now loosened the tightly kept vest, undoing the string and letting it fall of both of her arms. Underneath where it had been, Robin's chest could now breath freely, and her buxom breasts bounced with joy and excitement. I myself also bounced with joy and excitement.

Beside her, Mikita peeled her dress up her body, until it rose over her head, and she hung it up against one of the dressers. She herself was nearly nude underneath the sundress, save for a pair of green panties that hugged her slim hips.

The two women stood before, striking poses in front of me. Nico Robin had her legs crossed underneath her, one hand on her hip, the other hanging aloft. All I could see left on her was her tassled skirt, and the long, white boots. Mikita was bent forward, letting her ample breasts hang. They were perky, and rose up to flash me like lantern lights. Besides her underwear, she still had her white heels, and she twirled her parasol playfully. She smiled sneakily, finally finding her rhythm again, and not letting herself stay affected by Miss All Sunday's presence. She was the one to break the silence.
"So, Tsujo. Who do you want first?"

((Allow me to apologize for the two year dip. I had no idea people would be so into the few chapters I had written, and things came up that prevented me from continuing writing that month. But I'm glad to say I am tentatively back, and hopefully can continue writing for awhile to come. I know alot of people bookmarked my chapters, waiting for new ones to come out and that never happened, but hopefully you'll be pleased with what's in store. I'll let this go a week or so before my next update, see what the reader response is like, and also gather ideas from messages and comments. Please, feel free to send me private messages, or comment on this chapter who Tsujo should choose to bed first, and even anything specific they should do. He normally has to rely on his power to make suggestions, but maybe due to these circumstances, he can coast by and still get what he wants.

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