A show and a drink

The room was fairly sparse, a simple wood table and chair and a bed the only notable furniture, but the window had real glass in it marking it as a profitable, if not reputable, business. As the door shut behind the goblin lass, a trembling ran down her spine, this woman absolutely towered over the green shortstack. The Minotaur turned and sat on the edge of the bed with a grace that belied her gigantic stature. She grinned down at the goblin as Trucy stood up on her tippy toes to lock the door.

Trucy spun back to the Minotaur, the hem of her barmaids short skirt dancing out as she twirled. Placing both hands at her hips she grinned. “Well Ms. Customer lady, what on earth shall we do first?” The Minotaur exhaled through her nose, “I’m pretty sure you lured me up here with the promise of a show.” Carol teased back. “After all I was just sitting at the bar minding my own business.”

Using the muted music from the bar below for the beat, Trucy grabbed her straps of her dress and began to slide them down her shoulders spinning back away from the Minotaur in an exaggerated display of shyness that hid her anticipation. As the dress came off her hips swayed and her fingers threaded through her long hair, letting it down to barely cover her perky chest. She turned back to the Minotaur woman, still swaying with the beat of the bar down below. Carol could see that she wore no undergarments of any kind under the simple shift. Her pussy was perfectly smooth, and one hand drifted over it as the Minotaur’s jaw dropped to the ground. Carol looked at her like a person who’d spent days wandering the desert and had now come across the first drink of water in days.

Trucy clambered up onto the bed, drawing a stifled giggle from her customer. She recovered quickly though and standing on the bed wrapped her arms around the Minotaur’s neck pulling herself in to whisper into her ear, before stepping back.

The Minotaur lay back using the pillow and her arm to prop her self forward as the goblin girl continued her dance, swaying back and forth.

Trucy stepped forward as Carol moved her arm down, and positioned herself over her waiting mouth, one knee on either side of her head. Trucy could feel the short horns pressing gently into her thighs, forcing them further apart and lower onto the cow’s face. She could feel the wide tongue that ran it’s way over her glistening cunt. A rivulet escaped and the cow girl lapped it up like it was precious desert water from a oasis.

A moan escaped Trucy’s lips, as the shock unbalanced her. She was **** to use the headboard as support.