The Grand Underground Tour

"Right here's the maintenance station." Sector Manager Bralite Mycon told the nude trio as she started them on their tour of the mine. Upon signing, they had been assigned to her unit, so for the foreseeable future, she'd be in charge of their activities. "Make sure you remember how to get here; you'll need to navigate on your own quickly, and the rest of us won't stop to pick up your slack. Got it, girls?"

"Y-yes, ma'am." Takoff stuttered, suddenly aware of how much her demeanor had changed in the past day or so. Thurkla and Morgala kept nervous smiles on their faces and nodded, sheepishly holding their hands in front of their pussies.

"Good, this way then." The quartet of ladies continued on their way, the three newbies shivering in the cold cave. They'd all been naked for quite some time now, but being deep underground while having every bit of skin exposed was still a chilling experience. Bralite continued her explanations, either oblivious to or disregarding her charges' discomfort. "Over here are the barracks." She pointed to a series of doors, each leading to communal bedrooms. "You'll get your bed assignments when we get to the check-in station. We sleep pretty close together here, just 'cause we need the space." She eyed the three travelers up and down before adding, "I imagine that won't be a problem for you lot." She didn't wait for an answer before moving on.

As they moved through the spacious tunnels, Morgala couldn't help but feel many pairs of eyes on her. She couldn't tell if it was because she was naked or because she was one of the only people here who wasn't a duergar, but she was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the attention. Though not as uncomfortable as Takoff, whose eyes were darting around to every corner and whose hands were rapidly shifting between her boobs, pussy, and buttocks. Morgala could tell her friend needed comfort but didn't want to speak out of turn in front of their new boss.

For her part, Bralite struck quite the figure. She was slightly shorter than many of the other dwarves they passed by, and her thighs were much beefier. Her tight hide pants left nothing to the imagination, showing off her curvy, toned legs and (especially) ass. Her hips swayed side to side in a manner that Morgala would normally call whorish, but it seemed to come so naturally to her. It seemed so normal that she couldn't imagine it being deliberate. For her top, the dwarf wore a dark red leather vest buttoned up just low enough that her cleavage peeked out through the collar. Her chest was certainly impressive, but it was hardly abnormal when compared to the other dwarves. Come to think of it, neither were her muscles.

What was abnormal was her hair, tucked precariously inside her miner's helmet and peeking out beneath the brim. Morgala knew from experience with the guards at the keep that helmets didn't budge unless a lot of hair was stuffed underneath them. She could only imagine what that silver man looked like when set loose.

"This is the break area." The elf snapped her attention back to the present, remembering what she was here to do. "Your shifts are somewhat irregular since we assign you based on need, so you may spend some time here. It's mostly a social club, but trust me, you're gonna want to try the whiskey." Bralite smacked her lips and let out a sigh. "Finest brew this side of the Dragon Wastes."

The trio looked inside to see a few other dwarves talking over a board game of some kind, though none could make out what it was. Thurkla noticed something else, however, and asked, "Say, are there any men working in the mines?"

Bralite shook her head. "Nah, it's been ladies only the past few years. Change of guild policy."

"Why?"

Bralite hesitated. "I think you'll find out soon enough." She gestured to the group to follow as she walked over to the mine entrance. Takoff suppressed the urge to grunt in pain as the gravel dug into her bare soles. Hopefully, whatever uniforms they were offered would make work in the mines bearable on her poor feet.

The mine itself was gated off, the entrance splitting into multiple paths of varying sharpness. All the paths emitted the same yellow light as the helmet lamps, which Takoff figured were using voltdrop droppings. They were easy to find and, more importantly, cheap, so a lot of the labor guilds used them liberally. Being surrounded by bug shit while working wasn't the cleanest thought for most people, but those in this business made do with what they had. "Seems... dark."

"You get used to it," Bralite answered lazily as if the statement barely deserved a response. "Besides, a lot of what we dig up makes its own light, so as long as you bring up goods, you'll see just fine."

The group walked up to a service station by the gate, where several miners were reporting their findings and gathering their pay for the day. The dwarf behind the counter, a tall bespectacled woman with hair tied in a tight bun, smiled as Bralite approached. "Well, g'day, love." She nodded at the trio of newcomers. "You get saddled with the debtors this time?"

"Indeed, Malak," Bralite chuckled, "but I think these three will make things pretty interesting."

"Well, you know we need that." Malak gestured for the three to approach. "Welcome to the Mineral District, ladies. I've got your keys to your storage lockers right here. You can pick up your uniforms in the changing area and follow Bralite to your designated zone for the day." She handed each woman a small brass key with a number engraved on it. The nude trio turned around to see a row of storage lockers built into one of the walls and sheepishly walked over, doing their best to take up as little space as possible. Upon finding their respective lockers, each woman opened their door to find their new work uniforms...