Saskia's Next Customer

Once the door had closed behind him, Saskia got up, walking over to the bedside table with the old towel. She wiped the cum from her face, feeling dirty and sticky even when she’d managed to get it off. She looked at her face in the mirror, feeling pathetic. This had to be done though; it was all part of the plan.

Emerald returned to the bedroom wearing skimpy, lacy black underwear that was almost completely see-through; looking at her was like looking in a mirror: long wavy brown hair, bright green eyes, round face, curvy body with large breasts.

"How was it?" Emerald asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

“Intense.” Saskia sighed. In all honesty, the pleasure stick was… pleasurable.

"Well, at least you two had a good time," she teased, handing Saskia a damp cloth to clean her face properly.

Saskia took the cloth gratefully, feeling a little humiliated but also inexplicably aroused by the whole experience.

"I guess so," she replied, her voice quiet.

“You’ll need to get your underwear on, the boss wants you out front giving lap dances.”

Saskia nodded, feeling a jolt of apprehension as she thought about the upcoming task. But she knew that this was all part of the plan, and she had to do what it took to keep working here and achieve her ultimate goal of ****.

As she dressed in her skimpy underwear, she tried to focus on the mission and not on the lingering feeling of stickiness and shame from her encounter with the dark elf.

The green undergarments matched the green of her eyes as she looked in the mirror, as did the high heels.

She made her way out front, heels clicking as she stepped into the dimly lit room filled with men, elves, orcs and dwarves; the flickering magical neon lights casting an eerie glow over the clientele. It smelled of sweat and sex, the odd whiff of pipe smoke and **** cutting through. Saskia could do with a drink to get through the rest of the evening.

Her heart raced as she waited at the bar for her next customer, her resolve stiffening. She would use her body to get **** for what happened back in the Galanel mansion. Her target came here regularly when he visited Octoton, but he wasn’t here tonight.

Tonight, though, she would have to satisfy the patrons, it could be weeks, even months until she had her chance at ****; she had to be patient.

The first customer to approach her was a tall, muscular orc, his skin a pale green, rough as tree bark. His face had deep creases, tusks protruding from his underbite. His yellow eyes were filled with lust as he looked her up and down, sizing her up for their encounter. He must’ve been a foot and a half taller than her at least.

"Your tits look so soft," he growled with foul breath, his hand reaching out to cup one through her bra. "I want to rub my cock between them."

Saskia **** a smile despite the sickness in her stomach, trying to maintain her calm. "I assure you, they're as soft as they look," she replied, keeping her voice seductive.

He was shirtless; muscular arms and chest that were sticky with sweat and dirt. Around his neck was a rope necklace with the teeth of wild animals. He looked like he’d never washed in his life. He was bald, but for a tuft of grey hair on top.

He took her hand, guiding her towards a small, private booth. His hand was huge against hers, fingers rough and callused.

The other girls-a mix of humans, elves and even orcs-danced on poles on the stage, or lap danced on the long row of benches either side of the room, or moaned loudly from behind the curtains of private booths.

Saskia followed, feeling a sense of dread building up within her. She knew that this was all part of the plan, but the thought of more intimate encounters with these people was almost too much to bear. The orc dropped a pouch of gold with the night manager, who nodded at him, before leading Saskia to the booth.

He sat back in the large, comfortable chair, and Saskia closed the curtains and began to dance seductively for him. She felt sexy in her underwear, but every time she had to look up at him, it almost ruined the mood entirely. She had to hold back the disgusted feeling in her stomach. Even the orc girls didn’t like having to satisfy the orc males.

Her eyes met his, a challenge in his gaze, daring her to prove just how much she could take.

Orcs were always there worst; their cocks were usually huge, almost too much to take. And they always wanted to start and finish in her mouth. Their cocks tasted disgusting, their cum was foul, and they expected her to swallow every last drop. The fucking in the middle was usually amazing though, on the occasions that it wasn’t too much to handle.

Her body moved in a hypnotic rhythm, her eyes locked on his as she unhooked her bra and slowly stripped it off, revealing her perfect breasts. She continued to dance, feeling them wobble and her nipples shake up and down for his visual pleasure.

The orc smirked, his eyes never leaving her. His dick was stiffening under that loin cloth. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch.

"This should help," he said, tossing it to her.

Saskia caught it, her eyes widening as she saw the small, glowing vial inside. The bubbling liquid was a deep shade of pink.

"Potions are not allowed here," she cautioned him, her voice firm. “You could be banned.”

The orc grinned, his eyes taking on a predatory look. "But this one is different. It will make whatever happens between us… unforgettable."

Saskia hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what the potion might do. Perhaps it would make the encounter more bearable though.

He licked his lips, enjoying the view of her topless body like so many others had since she’d started working here.

She took the pouch, the vial glowing in her hand. "Very well," she said, her voice low and sultry.

As she uncorked the vial, she took a deep breath, but hesitated for a moment.

The orc chuckled, his yellow eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's just a bit of fun," he taunted, leaning back in his chair.

With a determined smile, Saskia gulped down the liquid, feeling a tingling sensation spread through her body. It had a sweet taste, like strawberries, but fizzy too.

As the potions' magic took effect, she felt her desire intensify, her lust growing stronger. There was a warm feeling of arousal filling her as she continued to dance.

The orc watched her eagerly, his gaze hungry and possessive. She looked back at him, feeling like his eyes now glowed a pale gold. His muscular body was more appealing too. She licked her lips as she eyed the bulge in his crotch.

Saskia began to dance more intimately, her body swaying seductively as she approached the orc.

She reached out and touched him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his cloth. Suddenly the wetness of her pussy amplified.

The orc let out a growl of pleasure, his eyes darkening with desire.

Saskia looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and determination.

With a primal growl, the orc slipped off the loin cloth, revealing his massive cock. It must have been a foot and a half long at least.

Saskia felt a shiver of fear and arousal run through her, but she **** herself to focus on the task at hand.

She didn’t even kneel, just remained standing, bent forwards as she took the orc's cock in her mouth. She felt the potion's magic coursing through her veins, amplifying every sensation.

The orc groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping her hair and thrusting his hips into her face.

She let her tongue slide up and down his shaft, swirling around the tip. The potion had made everything feel so intense. Too bad it didn’t improve the taste. It was like licking the bottom of someone's shoe.

The orc moaned louder, his hands tangling in her hair, pulling her even closer. Saskia could feel his hips thrusting harder, her mouth gagging on his monstrous cock. It wasn’t even halfway in and it already tickled her throat. The girth was hard to deal with too; it filled her mouth entirely and it was hard to avoid her teeth.

Saskia's lips wrapped around the massive cock, and she sucked it passionately. The potion had amplified her desire, and she couldn't get enough of the orc's dick. She felt her body crave it, the way it pulsed in her mouth, and she eagerly opened wider to accommodate it.

Her eyes welled up with tears, but she swallowed back the pain and focused on the task at hand. This was the kind of job that had to be done, no matter how disgusting. Even though the taste and feel of the orc's cock made her want to gag, she knew that she needed to show the boss that she could handle anything they threw at her.

The orc grunted, his yellow eyes locked onto her, the lust and primal hunger evident in his gaze as he pushed her down to her knees. She kept her eyes on his too, daring him to see how far he could push her.

Saskia knew the limitations of her own body; the potion wouldn't make her throat expand, or her jaw more flexible. As the orc's cock slid in and out of her mouth, she couldn't help but feel a small victory in making him work for it.

His hips thrust harder, her head bobbeb back, her lips stretched around his monstrous cock. The potion must have been working wonders, because she felt no gag reflex, no discomfort at all. All she felt was the burning desire to satisfy this monstrous orc.

Saskia let go of her pride and willed herself to take it all, her throat stretching to accommodate the girth.

The orc's thrusts grew stronger, and Saskia felt her eyes watering. The potion was working wonders, but she knew that this was the limit of her endurance. Still, she refused to back down, her lips locked around his shaft and her nails digging into the orc's thighs.

The orc let out a roar of pleasure, his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel the veins on it pulsing, the heat of his seed building inside him.

Her lips locked over the base of his cock, her hand reaching down to massage his balls. She could feel the tension building in him, and it was a testament to her skill.

The potion had taken hold, the arousal almost painfully intense as she suckled him. She felt as if she'd drifted into a place that was somewhere between pleasure and pain, desire and the need for something more.

The orc's hips thrust harder, almost brutally, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as she tried to keep up. She could feel the warmth from his balls, the weight of them heavy against her palm.

Her head bobbed, her eyes locked onto his, the desire in her gaze mirroring the hunger in his