A staff meeting and a reward.

When Ivy returned, she looked irritated but otherwise normal. This I could understand, as spending a grant total of about ten minutes around or near Zaine had nearly caused me a headache, and Ivy had just spent half a day in his presence. She immediately called a staff meeting to discuss how the night went with everyone. Dekkan was notably not present, which seemed like a pretty cowardly move, all things considered.

“How did everything go?” Ivy asked to start off the meeting.

“Extremely well,” Melandra said, “speaking for myself, I netted two more customers than I normally would have.”

The other whores nodded along, having similar stories, but Vixilica nearly doubled the number of clients than was typical of her, a fact that she announced to a round of applause and amazement. Among the whores, she was consistently the least popular due to the physical and cultural limitations on the services she could perform. So the fact that she nearly netted as many clients as the others was definitely a significant change.

“Wow, that is quite impressive, excellent work. What happened tonight to cause such a difference?”

All eyes were suddenly on me. I sighed and said, “I would like to begin by making one thing very clear: I did what I did with the express consent of everyone here, and nobody objected.”

Ivy leveled her silver-eyed gaze on me, a gesture I was getting very used to recognizing, and it did send a shiver up my spine from its intimidating aura.

“I will confess, I used the opportunity of your absence to experiment a little with how the brothel side was managed. I will not delude myself into believing that I will ever be as good as you are at the hands-on approach to leadership. You are far better at improvising than I am, and I don’t think I will be able to match your style and have it work nearly as well. I have to look at this place with my own eyes, knowing my own strengths, and cater to them.”

I then proceeded to outline all of the minor and major changes to the flow of the shift I had implemented. Ivy nodded along with each topic, listening carefully to my reasoning behind each one, and to my immense relief, she did not appear to be outwardly upset at my actions.

She turned to the whores, “Would you all say that you attribute your additional income to Silus’ change of plans?”

“Absolutely,” Vixilica said, making me notice yet again the adorable slight lisp she had.

“Yes,” Evangeline continued, “Eruka’s help in directing customers to us made a huge difference and gave us more time to spend with clients.”

“She kept the customers happy too,” Izlani added, “I got way more tips than I usually do, and I’m pretty sure it's because she was keeping the guests entertained while waiting for me.”

Ivy took all of this in, then turned to Halek, “How about the tavern side, how did things go over here?”

This was more or less what I was dreading, it was the only negative outcome to my plan, after all. Halek looked disheveled, exhausted, and covered in sweat. He certainly wouldn’t be able to get away with lying for my sake—not that I expected or wanted him to—because he looked like an absolute mess.

“I won’t lie to you, Ivy, it was very rough for me. But I want to make a couple things very clear. Firstly, it wasn’t any rougher than the moments throughout a typical shift that you call Eruka over to help. Secondly, the tavern side doesn’t make as much money as the brothel side, so any of my concerns shouldn’t be weighed as heavily against positive outcomes over there. One thing is absolutely certain, however. We desperately need a new staff member. Having Eruka work two jobs at once is not sustainable, and it sounds like she’ll do a lot better over there than over here.”

Ivy nodded along to all of this, and I let myself relax a little. I was glad to hear that Halek hadn’t spun this as a completely miserable experience for him. He believed in me, he agreed with me and sacrificed a lot to help me. I would have to remember this for the future. I owed him one.

“Eruka, how did you feel about today?” Ivy asked.

“Honestly, madam Ivy, I had so much fun. This was the best shift I’ve ever had. A lot of the patrons really liked me, a few of them told me they were disappointed that I wasn't one of the whores.” She bashfully grabbed the hem of her skirt and swayed back and forth, fidgeting in place.

“She was totally in her element,” Melandra agreed, nodding.

“It seems I may need to make a few adjustments to our roles,” Ivy said, “and it also seems I may have to loosen the reigns a little for Silus here. It sounds like she and Eruka are the stars of the shift.”

“I don’t want to give the impression that everything went perfectly,” I said, and then proceeded to relay the events of Dekkan’s stubborn obstinance to Ivy.

She looked irritated again, “I will have some choice words with him tomorrow. He needs to know what the pecking order is around here. In any case, it seems the shift was a net positive. I will think over a few things and come to you the day after tomorrow with some new ideas. I’ll tell you right now that our problem of not having enough hands may resolve itself, but I’ll wait to say anything concrete until it happens.”

Everyone looked between each other, trying to decipher the cryptic words. Oddly, Ivy seemed to linger her gaze on me for just a heartbeat longer than the others, making me think I had something to do with it.

“You’re all dismissed, get some rest and enjoy your day off tomorrow.”

I remained in the tavern after everyone had left, helping Halek clean up and to give him a cut of my own pay, as promised. He appreciated the gesture and eventually left me alone on one of the stools once all the work had been done. I was enjoying the silence to myself when I was approached by Evangeline.

“A little white-haired birdie tells me I have you to thank for making sure I can afford my new necklace tomorrow,” she said, turning around and leaning against the bar beside me. She was dressed in one of her favorite white dresses, a very flowy and loose gown without straps, so the cleavage line was incredibly low thanks to her massive breasts.

I smiled at the gorgeous blonde omen, “I may have had something to do with it.”

Her hand idly fell into my lap and began gently rubbing my thigh, “Well, whoever is responsible, can you let them know that they’ve made me a very happy woman, and I would love to return the gesture.”

I turned to her and grinned, taking her by the chin and pulling her in for a deep kiss. We remained there for a few minutes, kissing each other in casual passion under the dim lights of the bar. Her hand continued to rub my thigh, coming ever closer to my steadily stiffening cock without ever actually touching it.

When at last she actually did lay her hand on it, she gave it a quick stroke and then just as quickly retreated and gave me a sly smile, “Come back to my room and let me show you just how happy you’ve made me, Madam Silus.”

I wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that. I knew that I technically could have any of the whores anytime I wanted them, but there was definitely something deeply satisfying about having them come to me instead of the other way around. I took her by the hand and let her lead me out of the tavern and through the Scarlet Tail into her room.

I was immediately assaulted once again by how bright and elegant Evangeline’s room was, especially when compared to the rooms of the other whores. With its great love of whites, creams, and golds, the room struck me more as the abode of an angel rather than a demon. However, this was an aesthetic that seemed to apply to Evangeline herself just as easily. Her fair skin and blonde hair, striking blue eyes, and flowing white attire all being contributing factors.

I wasted no time in grabbing the omen woman by the waist and pulling her into a passionate and fiery kiss. I felt her massive teats press into my own meager chest, the contrast being quite pleasing to think about, and my slowly stiffening rod pressed against her soft and meaty thigh as our tongues danced and invaded each other's lips.

This time, there was no teasing as her hand fell to my erect rod and began caressing it, stroking it gently and skillfully. Her soft and delicate fingers dancing along my length and sending shivers down my spine as our tongues mingled in a lustful dance.

We parted lips briefly and took a look into each other’s eyes, “I still can’t believe that you’re not a demon with that libido of yours,” Evangeline said, chuckling in an enchanting tone.

“What can I say? My whores bring out the best in me,” I replied and then brought up a hand to grasp and squeeze at one of Evangeline’s massive breasts.

“You’re welcome to be rougher with them,” she said, “that’s how I like it.”

I felt my cock twitch in her hand as she said this, and I couldn’t hold back. Not only did I take her up on her offer, yanking down her strapless dress and digging my fingers into the soft flesh, I immediately pressed my lips against hers again and continued our passionate kiss. I even allowed myself to be much more aggressive with my tongue, drilling it deep into her own soft lips and probing it, humming with animalistic passion.

My aggressiveness began driving her backward, but I pursued her, stepping forward with each step back she made until we had reached the edge of her bed. At this point she broke away from me but fell backward onto the bed, her enormous mountainous breasts wobbling as she landed. I needed to feel myself between those hills, I had wanted to know what they felt like from the moment I first laid eyes upon them.

This goal in mind, I climbed up onto the bed and mounted her, resting my stiff rod against her pillowy breasts and grinning down at her. She returned with her own smile as she licked her ruby red lips. I reached down and grabbed the side of her breasts, my hands sinking into the soft hills and urging them together into a tight crevasse. Then I pulled back and lunged my hips forward, sliding my erect cock between her tits.

I began thrusting without care or hesitation, her breasts were like a soft prison for my hard length, and they bounced in a pleasing way with each rough slap my hips made against them.

“Hah, they feel even better than I imagined,” I said, beginning to breathe heavier from the activity.

“Thank you. I’m surprised it took us so long to get together like this,” Evangeline said.

The truth was I was doing my best to take my job seriously. These past few days if I wasn’t working, I was brushing up on my arithmetic, studying how to write Abyssal, or sleeping. I didn’t really have time since my first day on the job.

“Sometimes I just need a little encouragement is all,” I replied, and that technically wasn’t a lie either.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind, then, I’m enjoying this little get-together.”

“Really?” I was genuinely surprised but hearing that motivated me to move my hips a little faster, sliding my cock between her luscious tits, “I’m surprised this is doing anything for you.”

She giggled, “I told you, Silus, this is how I like it. Besides, I can feel how much you’re enjoying yourself and mmmm that makes it fun too.” I kept forgetting about that. It was strange, but if it was helping me, I wasn’t about to question it.

I was especially in no place to question it right now, because I was moments away from bursting and unloading into the gorgeous blonde demon’s cleavage. I quickened my pace even more, aggressively pumping my hips in and out of her increasingly sweaty tits, making the journey through them much easier.

“It feels so good, Eva,” I exclaimed and in that moment the dam broke and I felt my cream begin to erupt from my tip in its typical continuous stream. I didn’t see any of it, however, and it just made the space between Evangeline’s tits much stickier and slimier. After a couple seconds I did see little pearls of white begin oozing out from several points along her cleavage, and it was oddly satisfying to see them. Eventually, however, I pulled myself out and allowed my sperm to cover her upper body in what remained of my ejaculation. By the time I was finished, she had long ropes of spunk splattered across her breasts and face. She licked her lips again as she lay panting, this time pulling some of the cream into her mouth.

The view was wonderful, and I could hardly hold myself back as I moved myself forward and pushed my cock into her mouth without warning.

She gagged at first, but the sounds of distress slowly become moans of delight as I began thrusting my hips in and out of her mouth and throat. These sounds of contented happiness only urged me to go deeper and thrust faster. I felt like an animal in heat, and I let the warm wet chasm of her mouth fill me up with carnal pleasure.

“Your mouth feels almost as good as your tits,” I said, and the resulting whimper of delight from below at the words almost urged a second climax from me which I managed to barely beat down. The animal within me was hardly satisfied.

This woman, this gorgeous omen woman, whom most people could only enjoy by spending probably an entire week or month worth of their earnings, was mine. I could enjoy her mouth and her breasts for free as much as I wanted. Each of these thoughts was accompanied by a thrust of my hips and a moan of pleasure from Evangeline.

Eventually, these thoughts and sounds and feelings were what drove me to a second orgasm. With a breathy moan I unloaded my spunk directly into her mouth and into her throat. The slapping sounds and moaning was now replaced by gentle gulping noises as the blonde omen swallowed my stream of cum diligently. In spite of her best efforts, I still saw a stream of my ejaculate ooze from the side of her lips as she drank heartily of it.

I did not pull my cock out from her lips until I had completely finished shooting every last drop of cum into her mouth. When I did, I let out a sigh of satisfaction and grinned down at my partner who was returning my gaze with an equally satisfied look.

“Well,” she began, breathily, “that was fun. Did you enjoy your reward?”

I chuckled as I collapsed onto the bed beside her, breathing just as heavily as her, “Remind me to get you more jewelry.”

She laughed at this.

“Before long your appeal isn’t going to be your breasts, it’ll be that you look like royalty.”

“I don’t think I’d mind that all too much. I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to take on a more dominant persona in my work.”

“I bet there’d be people out there who would pay to pamper you,” I said.

She laughed again and leaned up on her arm, using a finger to trace circles on my belly as she spoke, “Oh absolutely. It’s an untapped market as far as I know. That used to be Ivy’s thing before she became the madam, if I recall. And nobody has picked it up since.”

“You could definitely pull it off.”

“I’d need to bring in a lot more money, but if our ifran madam adopts your method of running things that might end up being a pretty realistic goal.”

There was a moment of silence as the two of us basked in the afterglow and imagined such an outcome. Evangeline may have actually been seriously considering the idea.

“I think I am going to take a quick dip in the bath before bed,” she said eventually, smiling at me and standing up, “you’ve made an absolutely wonderful mess of me. Make yourself comfortable while I'm gone.”

Once she had left the room, I decided to take her advice and move further up on her bed to rest my head on her pillow. Without even meaning to, I went right to sleep. At some point, I was vaguely aware of Evangeline returning to the room and chuckling softly over me, but otherwise nothing but darkness until I awoke.