Tifa at Don Corneo's

Tifa stepped out of the carriage onto the streets of Wall Market. Her gaze looked up from the street onto to Don Corneo’s palace. Two of Corneo’s thugs stood watch at the door. Their eyes immediately turned on Tifa, and gazed at her as if almost in a trance. As she approached the door, she could feel the thugs mentally undressing her, as if her clothes were falling off behind her with each approaching step. Obviously her choice of attire had the desired effect. Good…that is exactly what she wanted. Upon reaching the front door, one of the thugs mustered up the courage to speak to Tifa, while the other continued to ogle her up and down (probably long since mentally stripped her now). She gave that thug a wink while the other spoke up, “What can I do for you, baby?” “I have an appointment with Don Corneo. I’m Tifa.” “Appointment,” snickered the other thug, “Don’t you mean an ‘audition’ with Don Corneo?” Tifa knew that they understood full well what these meetings were. The Don was famous for bringing in beautiful women to ‘audition’ to be his bride. The ‘auditions’ most certainly involved intimate time with the Don, but she wasn’t naïve enough to think that is just to have a pleasant chat. Playing coy, Tifa replied with a gasp, “Oh, what do you mean, should I have dressed differently for the audition?” She did her best to give a shocked look, covering her mouth with her hand. As the thugs opened the doors, one snidely remarked, “Baby, what you chose is perfect…not that you’ll be wearing it long.” Feigning fear, Tifa responded, “I hope the Don isn’t planning on molesting me. I want to maintain my innocence until our wedding night.” “Baby, we are going to enjoy having you around the palace,” one of the thugs said as he guided her through the doorway; hand on her upper thigh, of course. The doors slammed shut behind her as the two thugs guffawed with laughter.

Well, she was in! Tifa knew of Don Corneo’s reputation, and had pulled out all the stops to secure her infiltration. While her normal white tank top. Black sports bra, short black skirt, suspenders, and thigh-high stockings were pretty revealing, for this, she decided to go all out. She dropped the fist-fighter gear and garb, to access her more demure side. The result was the perfect combination of skin and sexiness. There was a mirror right by the doorway, and she took this moment to make sure her outfit was everything it should be. She had ditched the stockings for a pair of deep purple heels which accentuated her muscular and shapely legs. Glancing up from the heels, she followed her bare legs up to mid thigh. ‘Boy,’ she thought, ‘I AM showing a lot of leg.’ Mid thigh, the bare skin turned into the frilly hem of a purple dress which caught the shape of her thighs, and hugged around her lower body. She loved the way it curved around her behind. She was proud of the work she had put in to shape it. The dress tapered into her slim waist, and over her taught abs, then traveled up like a second skin over her full breasts. Parting between at the onset of her breasts, the dress split into two, revealing a lot of cleavage in a quasi-bikini top style.

The shoulder straps wound around the back of her neck and fastened there. A lacy black ribbon was wrapped around her neck and tied in front near her clavicle, seemingly like a choker. She half turned sideways to get a rear view in the mirror. The back of the dress was non-existent save for two thin grey straps that swung around the shoulders and clipped together in the back for added support (which she obviously needed). Her toned bare back extended downward to just below the waist, where the dress resumed. She took great pride in her body, and the dress was so tight to her that essentially looked painted on. The material was paper thin, and while trying it on, Tifa questioned if the dress would actually hold up to adversity. This also gave her very little options as far as undergarments. There was no chance for a bra, so she had to rely on the strength of the material to contain her ample breasts. She chose the most unobtrusive thong panties she could find; essentially thin string and material, so that it gave the illusion of not being there. She had spent all the effort to make sure her whole body was shaved smooth, accentuating her shapely, but still feminine leg muscles. After spending a life time working in her bar, the twenty-year old girl knew what men wanted, and how they looked at her. She had been banking on this to get to Don Corneo, and so far it had gotten her through the door. She was ready to see how far it could take her. Once she was able to get the Don alone, she would be able to grill him for answers. She knew how intimidating she could be when called upon.

The rotund entrance hall of Don Corneo’s palace was opulent, and gaudy. He obviously had the money, but little in the way of decorative taste. It was filled with stuff, just random stuff, boxes, furniture, and crates with no rhyme or reason for any of it to be there. More of Corneo’s gang greeted her and gave her the once over. She figured this would probably be the norm with all of these guys. One of the men motioned for her to go upstairs to a waiting room, and that she would be called when the Don was ready to see her. As she made her way up the stairs, she felt all their eyes travelling up her legs. Unfortunately, the dress was short enough that at this angle, it gave very little protection from prying eyes. She could here several of the men snicker to each other under their breath as they took in the full view of the entirety of Tifa’s legs. As she reached the top of the steps, one of the men spoke audibly enough for her to hear, “man, the ass on that girl.” She knew the effect her body had on men, but she still never got used to being treated like that. As she entered the designated door, out of view of the men, she cursed under her breath, “bastards!” She had worked so hard to remain innocent in a world dominated by vice. She had fought hard, literally, to protect her body, and had held out this long without having experienced a man. She had always envisioned that Cloud would be the one, and she toyed with the idea of celebrating with him once this mission was over.

Tifa came up against fairly solid doors. It took all of her strength to push them open. She entered a darker room, musty with covered furniture. Could this really be the waiting room for her? Suddenly the heavy doors slammed shut behind her, and she heard a locking mechanism engage. She banged on the door asking to be let out, but to no avail. As she took a deep breath to figure out her next move, she sensed a new fragrance in the air. She couldn’t place the scent, but whatever it was, had adverse effects on her. She began to feel dizzy, and lightheaded, and fell into somewhat of a daze. Barely able to stand up or focus her vision, she saw the doors open, and two blurry figures enter the room. As they came closer, she saw that they both had gas masks on, and were both armed. They jokingly asked her how she was feeling, and if she was ready to move to a more comfortable location. She was too confused to even reply, still using all of her energy to stay standing. One of the men looked her over, and said, “After seeing her ass as she walked up the stairs, what say we get a look at the rest of her?” His partner nodded in agreement, “yeah, I can dig that, let’s have a look at this girl, but don’t let it get out of hand.”

The first thug grabbed Tifa by the arm and pulled her close to him. She weakly swung her arms in vain to try and fight him off as his hands began to run all over her body. He dropped his weapon, turned her back to him, and started to slowly lift of the bottom of Tifa’s dress. She closed her eyes in disgust as the hem rose up the side of her thighs and up over her behind to settle at her waist. Her skimpy thong was now in full view, as well as her muscular ass. She whimpered in shock as she had never been this exposed to any man before, let alone these goons. A whistle from the other man signaled his approval of Tifa’s clothing situation. The thug grabbed her ass firmly and jiggled it a bit, before whispering, “let’s see the rest of you, baby.” His fingers caught the dress again, and it began to travel upward once more, leaving her bare skin in its wake. He chuckled villainously as she felt the dress start to shift on her breasts, signaling that the rising material was heading towards them. His hand grazed her rock hard abs, and she squinted harder. Those abs were a symbol of her strength and power, and now their exposure to this loser was indicative of her weakness in this moment.

“Oh yeah, now we’re getting somewhere…” the thug announced as his hands moved up the sides of her ribcage, the dress coming along in tow. Suddenly, the dress reached the bottom of her breasts, and she felt the material catch underneath. The moment was upon them all. One or two firm tugs upwards, and her body would be in full view. Tifa was angry at herself for not being able to stop this. Under normal circumstances, these guys would have been knocked out cold long ago, but the gas had prevented that.