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“I’ll give you this, you never know when to quit.” She gave him a wink, and ran to her motorcycle, pulling her helmet on. She’d buried a hundred in the stack of ones, if she didn’t leave soon the difficult male would complain and shove the money back in her hands. Hopping on, and melting the chain she ignored his shouting of her name as she pulled off.
She liked Edgar, he was a nice man and often kept an eye out for the kids from the orphanage for her. So, occasionally she’d give him a rough time because he didn’t believe in handouts. Odd, for a man who lived on the streets, but she understood pride and she would let him have it.
* * *
“Fuck, s-slow down.”
Oye’s hands pressed into the cool marble wall of the bathroom stall she occupied. Her lips were wrapped around the horn tip of a minotaur named Francis. Sucking the tip she rolled her tongue around it flicking it playfully against the sharp edge of it as she quickened her pace riding his dick. His rather large dick that was hitting every spot inside her.
His large hands held her ass as she bounced atop him. The sound of flesh slapping together was drowned out by the music outside. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt his dick twitch. “H-hold on, I’m almost there.” He shook his head, dislodging his horn from her mouth.
“N-I-I can’t.”
Annoyed, Oye cursed and clapped her hands together still keeping her steady pace. A line of wire unraveled from her hands as she drew them apart.
Francis’ eyes widened at its appearance. “What are you going to do with that?”
Grinning, Oye didn’t answer him as she rose, giving him a view to the lower half of his dick covered in her juices. The wire slipped from her fingers down her chest to his dick, and slowly wrapped around it.
“Wait—”
“Shh.” Oye covered his mouth, and both watched as the metal spread out and turned into a cock ring that was thin.
Oye slowly lowered herself once more ignoring how Francis dick felt like it was tickling the back of her throat. “Now, let’s get momma that orgasm.”
Before Francis could say another word, Oye was riding him with abandon, her moans of pleasure loud. “I’m going to milk your cow ass to the last drop.” She crooned as her eyes brightened before she once again latched her lips around his horn tip and sucked.
His legs kicked out as his eyes rolled back, his tongue flopped out of his mouth as he panted from his first experience of a dry orgasm. Saliva slipped down the side of his mouth onto his shoulder.
Oye, finally reaching climax, got up and with a simple pat on his shoulder she pulled up her pants before walking out. She would take a quick shower in the break room and then start her shift. Francis had been just what she needed to relax.
* * *
“Fuck off,” was shouted by one of the bar girls who slapped a Satyr’s hand from her ass.
Oye tossed a broken glass into the trash and returned to the front of the bar. Her lips curved into a smile, as the bleary eyed Lycan in front of her reached for her hand. She didn’t even glance his way as iron spilled from her skin and pinned his hand in place on the bar top.
“What did I say, Lofair? No touching,” she chided him, catching keys that were tossed to her without looking.
Groaning, the Lycan released a low growl. “You witches always play so hard to get.” His wolf-like eyes narrowed. “If it’s more money you want, why not move floors.”
She leaned forward, shoving the keys in her hand into her front pocket. “And miss the chance at whooping your ass? Never," she said, with a saucy wink pulling back she waved the iron bar away. “What will your furry ass be having?”
He grunted, muttering out his desire for another Bud Light. The crowd was thick with regular middle-class beings, all coming in after a hard day’s work. A loud rift from an electric guitar cut through the noise occasionally from the music box in the corner playing Bitter by Archers. Turning her back, she ignored the sound of something crashing into chairs, followed by a howl and a pissed growl.
She liked being on the lower floors, with the average beings. Working with those puffed-up business snobs, always rubbed her the wrong way. Grabbing the beer out of the bottom freezer, she turned only to find Lofair gone and someone else standing in his place. Frowning, she walked to the counter. “What do you want, Rory?”
“To see my girlfriend,” the annoying shifter said, at one time his words would have caused her insides to melt. “I’ve missed you.”
Setting the beer on the counter, she shot him a hard look. “That’s interesting, because I don’t ever remember agreeing to be your girlfriend,” she said, spotting Lofair who raised a hand catching the beer she slid to him. “Now, order or leave.”
His handsome features twisted up, the tanned brown skin appearing almost ashy as his dirt brown eyes narrowed. “Oye, babe; you don’t have to act like this. My mother swears she’s sorry.”
Hearing this, Oye felt her fingers twitch. She suddenly wished she had a blade in her hand. She’d cut out his lying tongue. Witches in Veil City had a lot to deal with from prejudice to out and out hatred. Thanks to propaganda from the council, there weren’t many women interested in having their sons dating a witch. It also didn’t help that she worked for the Shade. Oye hadn’t been searching for love or a happily ever after, but she’d thought that Rory would at least not be a pretentious fuck buddy.
Then his mother had shown up at her bar to warn her off. A few broken walls later the woman had been escorted away.
“C’mon, babe, I promise you I’ll have her apologize again.”
