Stunned Disbelief

You didn’t have to wait long until Amber came strolling out of the shower. Wearing nothing but her hat, water dripping down her skin and a flirtatious smile on her face.

“Hello Master…” She then starts walking towards you, swaying her hips seductively as she gazes at you, biting her lower lip nervously. “I’m ready to serve you…”

Resisting the urge to grin, you glance at her for a second before looking back at the Pokémon Gear. She approaches until she is close enough to place her hand on the armrest of the chair. She leans forward causing her large breasts to sway in front of you.

You do your best to ignore your growing erection and resist the urge to give into your lust and grab onto the massive bags of flesh. Instead you continue to act uninterested, bored even. You glance away from the PokeGear in your hand and make eye contact with Amber. “Oh, you’re still here?”

Her flirtatious smile is gone, replaced by a look of confusion. “I’m sorry Master, what do you mean?”

You turn the screen of your PokeGear towards her, showing her the expired contract. “Times up, you are free to go.” You then lean back into the chair and purposefully avoid looking at Amber’s naked body, keeping your eyes completely on the screen of your PokeGear. You further the illusion by pressing random buttons on the device as you ignore her.

You honestly didn’t care what Amber did at this point. If she decided to leave, that would give you some solitude. If she decided to offer herself up to you then you would get your dick wet again. Either way it was a win win for you.

As you continue to ignore her Amber backs away from the chair. You take a moment to glance at her and see her face is a mess of emotions. “I… I guess… I’ll go then.” In the moment before she turns away you see her eyes start to water.

As Amber starts picking up her things you continue to act uninterested. You have to clench your jaw to keep yourself from laughing when you hear the pathetic girl start to sniffle. Amber wasn’t the first slut that had fallen in love with your cock, and she wouldn’t be the last either. It was kind of funny actually, pathetic, but funny. You’d fucked plenty of women but weren’t dumb enough to think the physical pleasure that came from sex meant anything. It wasn’t your fault these cock hungry sluts fell in love with you after you fucked them.

Speaking of cock hungry sluts, Amber had finished getting dressed. Not that she was wearing much.

Not only was she still not wearing a bra (did she even own a bra?), but since she had just gotten out of the shower her shirt was wet, so you were able to see her nipples. Amber had also dressed so quickly that she hadn’t bothered to put on panties, giving you a glimpse of her pussy before she buttoned up the short shorts.

Having gathered her meager belongings Amber looks at you, staring at you in silence. She looked like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure what words to use. “Are you still here?” But you honestly didn’t care, you’d had your fun and were starting to get bored with her.

Amber doesn’t say anything in response. Instead she makes a dash towards the exit, but you can already hear her crying before the door closes behind her.

When you hear the door close you give a loud sigh of relief. “Finally, some peace and quiet!” Yes, fucking around and training Amber had been amusing, at first. But after having to be around her for 24 hours you were starting to get bored with her.

Besides, you didn’t want to have the slut around you 24/7. That would mean constantly maintaining an air of politeness, the façade, the mask. It was honestly exhausting.

If you wanted to constantly deal with a cock hungry slut you would have stayed in Pallet Town and moved into the house of one of the lonely MILFs. At least a MILF would have money. Amber was all the downsides with none of the benefits.

Ok, that wasn’t 100% true. Amber WAS the best pussy you had ever fucked. But good pussy wasn’t enough to put up with just how useless she was. Besides, you didn’t need or want any woman in your life. Except for Elly of course, but she was useful.

Thinking of your Pokémon reminded you of another before getting rid of the whore. You could focus on doing something useful and productive. Like training your Pokémon instead of trying to train the useless PokeSlut.

Thinking of your Pokemon reminded you that you were still naked. Closing the PokeGear you get out of the chair and look for your clothes. Now was a great time to get to know your new Mankey, who you still needed to name.

Then you could introduce him to Elly and Arthur.

But first, clothes.