Madam, Jody.

You come to very disoriented. You sit down on your ornate chair and rest your pounding head on your curvy, hand carved, mahogany desk.

You think back to the night before. You remember indulging a wealthy client in a drinking game. Clearly the Sursustin liquor, a drink made from poison berries and fermented blood, packed quite a wallop.

You turn the magic full length mirror to get a good look at yourself. You breath a sigh of relief. You had some realistic hallucinations last night. Your breasts are still the same perfect F cups. You look almost like a normal human, your eyes still showing a hint of your Asian heritage. Only your petite black horns and well used tail betray your true nature. You still look quite fuckable, despite the master aging you to look about forty five for a more motherly look.

All in all you look like a whore who worked her way into a position of power. Sometimes looks aren't deceiving. You fucked so many john's in the few hundred years here you can't even remember them all. And, you were paid well. Not that you didn't enjoy it. You still remember a few thousand of your favorite encounters. You wonder if you were always such a nymphomaniac or if your master tinkered with you. It hardly matters. You were always ambitious, saving currency for a rainy day. When that crazed john killed Cecil you were all smiles.

You beat out Cecil's number two Chastity for his job. You slide a finger into your wet pussy. Thinking of Chastity always makes you a bit horny. The two of you have had quite a history of torrid sex. Indeed, now that you're her boss you mean to dominate that little slut. As if on cue you hear a knock on your door.

"Come in."

The door swings open, Chastity sways in, holding the hand of a human girl. You look at mousy brown haired girl and smile. She has an unpledged soul. You lick your lips. This one will make a fine addition to The Open Hole.

"Mistress, this is Sara, she is looking for her sister...Sara, this is Madam Jody, I'm certain she can help you." Chastity eyes you hungrily.

You turn your magic mirror to face her. It displays a rather attractive raven tressed girl.

"Jesse! You have to tell me where she is. I have to rescue her!"

You take Sara's hand, giving her your best motherly look. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. I have to charge you."

She stares at you suspiciously. "What do you want? My soul?"

"Of course not dear." You lie. "You wouldn't give that up anyway. But, I do have a little situation here. I have VIP's coming and I'm short a girl. Put in one night working for me and the information is yours."

She pauses. "For Jesse, I'll do it."

You give her a big loving smile. "Deal. You look famished. I'm sure Chastity will show you to our cafe. The Open Hole takes very good care of it's girls."

You kick back smiling. With the master's influence that one is soon going to make a fine addition. You feel a gentle caress along your thigh. A black tentacle is slithering up from the floor. Where it touches your leg you burn with desire. Your hole is instantly wet. The black tentacle slides into your sex. You moan in delight. The master is honoring you. Your desk chairs arms extend and darken to black. Soon they are messaging your breasts as the black tentacle undulates, bringing you to orgasm after mind blowing orgasm. Finally, the master comes. And, with his juice comes knowledge.