Load up the car

You are starting to hurt. Even with whatever magic is boosting your recovery rate you don't think you can handle more than maybe one more person. Your arms feel like Jell-o from carrying the heavy bag around and your abs are starting to feel cramped.

You head out the side door and lug your goodies to your overstuffed vehicle. The trunk is completely full and the backseat is gonna be crammed after you get this bag in. You wrangle it eventually and head back inside to do one last sweep of the place.

As you pass through the main entrance you see the dark elf woman who handed you your pass lounging around the staff area, so you decide to ask some questions. "Hello, when I arrived here you gave me this pass. Can you tell me anything about it?"

She just stares at you blankly. "Uh, I don't know, the computer said to give you the special VIP pass from the cabinet so I gave it to you." She just shrugs her shoulders at you and goes back to laying on the bench.

In frustration, you go over to the front ticket area and look in through the side window and notice something peculiar. There are no cabinets under the service counter, just on the back wall, but you remember her stooping down to grab it. You now have many more questions than answers, so many that you need to question your choice of questions. You head off onto the floor looking for one last thing to look at before end of day.

As you walk through a small plaza you notice the web-comic girls are packing up their booth and you head over. Waving to them as you get closer you ask, "Hey, how was the haul?"

Rebecca smiles after she recognizes you, "Oh it was great, we sold out!"

You smile in genuine happiness, always great to see an artist thrive. "Congratulations, you two." Turning to the one of the pair you didn't do last time you get a strong urge for one last fuck before you have to go. "Is it alright if I fuck you?"

(I have Searcher0595's permission to duplicate his chapters here.)