Emerald and you find a seat in the auction, somewhere near the back, and you warn her not to raise her hand or gesture. Emerald nods, understanding why, and you both watch as the auction begins. Girls are brought out one by one up onto the stage, carrying with them wooden boards with their number on. People have already had a chance to browse the girls, so they will have marked down which numbers they want to bid on. Sure enough, the bidding begins for the first one on the stage, a full-bodied horse faunus, from the looks of her. She has blonde hair, huge breasts, and a sultry smile.
You focus more on the prices than the girls, wanting to get an idea at what price they’re being sold at for later purposes. Nothing will ever be set in stone, and sometimes girls will go for less or more, but it’s not bad to have a rough idea. Today being the Grand Market, everyone is a little more expensive than usual.
In the future you know you'll have the chance to bid and take part in the auction, but for now you settle down to just watch it play out and see what the girls go for. You marked three down that interested you, not because they were exceptional but because they fit, in your opinion, the idea of high-class, middle-class, and low-class. You expect that will give you a rough idea of the pricing structure.
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< SOLD: 20,000 lien >
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< SOLD: 12,500 lien >
< SOLD: 6,000 lien >
The prices range here and there, with the lowest being a rather boring looking woman sold for only 4,000 lien. This must be one of the leftover slaves you’ve heard about. You could have afforded someone like that starting out, but you have Emerald now and you can’t say you feel too bad about that.
A commotion begins as the auction goes on, however, and more people begin to show up. You wonder why, and stand to get a better view as a very interesting girl is brought out onto the stage.
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Her hair is an unusual mix of colours, and she’s short – very short. Petite, even diminutive, at what you can't help but feel would be under five feet in height. Despite that, she has a very good figure and she even has heterochromia – two different eye colours.
She’s beautiful, and quite clearly exotic, but Jaune’s warning about disobedience comes to your mind as she has to be dragged onto the stage, and she snaps a kick up at one man, almost catching him in the jaw. She’s not only disobedient, but aggressive as well.
“Our final lot of the evening is Neopolitan,” said the auctioneer. “Arrested for crimes of assault, battery, breaking and entry along with more, she has been sentenced to 20 years, but has agreed to service as a slave.” He takes a great huff of air and releases it. “Purchased two weeks ago, her current owner has found himself unable to tame her and must reluctantly sell her on. A fine asset for someone with the steel to break her in. Do I have 40,000 lien?”
Good lord – 40,000 to start? That’s more than any slave has been sold at so far, and yet a hand goes up immediately, and then another, and then a third. Within 30 seconds the bidding is at 60,000 lien and climbing. It evens out in the 80,000 range, and only comes to an end at 89,000.
“I have 89,000 lien. That is not enough to meet the reserve price of 100,000 lien. I repeat, that is not enough. Going once. Going twice…?” He pauses, waiting to see if anyone has the courage and the money to spend 100,000 lien on a girl so unruly. Sadly, he claps his gavel down. “Not sold. Reserve price not met.”
The girl looks smug about that, even as her hands are cuffed behind her back, and she’s led away, presumably back to prison. It looks like she’s a regular appearance at the Grand Market, and that everyone here is hoping her reserve price will be dropped a little.
For someone so exotic, you’re not sure it will be.
As successful bidders line up to collect their assets, you take Emerald’s hand and steer her out the auction. You might come back once you have money to spend, but then it might be better to approach on a weekday and see some of the more affordable options.
The slave auction was an experience and a half, but you think Emerald is happy to be away from it and eating lunch back at the hotel. You would have eaten out, but you already planned to film a video through the afternoon, so there isn’t much point in being anywhere else.
While Emerald eats, you spend your time looking up places to potentially take Kali on a date in your free time, and you send her a quick text just to let her have your number. If you had your own place then you could invite her over and cook a meal, but bringing her to the hotel won’t impress her, so it’ll have to be a date out in the city.
If you wanted to take her for a meal, then you can get a reasonably high-quality experience for 250 lien at a restaurant. It will be a proper full meal with drinks, which a woman her age will appreciate a lot more than some fast-food crap. On the other hand, you both met out drinking and you could do a repeat of that. It may not be classically romantic, but she’s an adult and there’s nothing wrong with some intimate drinks in a nice bar. That would cost you 150 lien for an afternoon out.
There’s always the cinema, which would only cost 50 lien for two sets of tickets and some cinema food (and it’s always that which costs the most). You’re not sure if that feels a little too teenage for her, but maybe Kali will appreciate you treating her like a younger woman.
Later, you might be able to chill at hers and spend time together, but that’s not first-date material. You’re still in the stage of wanting to get to know one another and make sure things work out before going back to hers – though, given how sexual a woman she is, there’s no saying any date won’t end with another night like that. The two of you obviously had good chemistry.
Either way, a date will take time, and it’ll happen in the evening, so if you want to go on a date with her then you’ll either need to give up making a video that night or make a video in the morning or afternoon instead.
Or, alternatively, if you had someone else working for you then they could make a video with Emerald while you’re out with Kali. You and Emerald have made perfectly good videos in front of a camera balanced on the dresser, so there’s no reason two other people couldn’t. You don’t have to be there for the video to be made.
It might be a little less high-quality for the fact that you’re not there to direct it, but that small (-20% video modifier) hit might be worth it if it opens you up to doing other things – which could include convincing other girls to work for you, or even taking a third out pimping.
That’ll be in the future, however. You only have Emerald for now.
Though, given Velvet’s interest, that might change. On a whim, you decide to text Velvet and send her the full video that she recorded, or a link to it with a free-entry code. That will let her access and watch it, and also see all the comments below it as well. That’s if she hasn’t looked it up already. You’d have been curious if it was you, and even though Velvet is shy, that doesn’t mean she won’t know how to find a porn video online.
A text comes back from her almost immediately.
“Why would you send me this!? 😳”
“You filmed the video. Thought you deserved to see it. Comments liked it a lot.”
“I can see that!!! 😖”
Velvet’s embarrassed little emojis certainly feel like her, and you wonder if this counts as pushing her too hard. Still, leaving her alone doesn’t feel like the best choice. She might just be the type of person to do nothing if you don’t push her.
This might be a good time to make her an offer. Velvet isn’t Emerald, so you know for a fact she isn’t going to do porn for food and shelter. This is a girl who will want money – which, to be fair, most girls that aren’t slaves are going to want. You’re going to need to spend money to make money, so you shouldn’t expect any freebies.
What you could offer is a flat fee per video or a cut of the earnings. The flat fee would only be paid every time she agrees to a video, so you wouldn’t have to worry about making the most use of her. The only problem will be that if a video really tanks then you might end up paying more than you make.
Giving her a cut of the profits would be safer because it shouldn’t be possible to make a loss or go bankrupt, but it may also mean paying her more if the video does really well. Your last video made 270 lien, so even a 40% cut would mean paying her 108, cutting into your profit a little. That cut will only feel worse if you start making videos worth even more money.
As far as cuts go, you probably don’t want to offer as much as 50% unless you’re only planning to ever star them with you, since two people with a 50% cut filming a video together would mean none for the studio. Then again, really skilled or confident girls might ask that anyway, in which case you’ll want to pair them with people who didn’t ask for cuts – or with a slave girl, or just with Emerald. Someone who won’t take the money left over.
You don’t have much experience to go on, sadly, as Velvet is your first instance of negotiation. You know she earns 20 lien per hour at her normal job, and that is, at least, an easy job. Yours will be a lot more embarrassing in terms of what she has to do, so you know she’ll expect a drastic improvement on that rate.
You paid her 50 lien to work the camera, so she’ll expect more than that, too. You could also offer her a combination of both – a smaller set fee and also a smaller % cut of the revenue.
>200 lien per video and a 10% cut
>Pay her a flat 120 and an additional 20 lien per hour
>150 lien per and a 15% cut
“If it tempts you any, I’m prepared to offer you 120 per video.”
It takes several minutes for her response.
“Whut? 😐”
And then, not two seconds later, your scroll goes off.
“V—Velvet here!” she squeaks. “Um. 120 lien per video?”
“That’s right,” you say, leaning back. She sounds intrigued, which isn’t a big surprise. “That’s your daily wage, right? You work six hours a day. I think that’s what Coco said, so I figured I’d match what you earn in a whole day for a single video. Won’t take more than an hour.”
“I… Yes, I… um…” There’s a moment of silence that you’re sure Velvet is spending in deep thought. “I… I think that would be okay…?”
“It’s your decision, Velvet. You tell me if it’s okay.”
She takes a deep breath. “It’s okay. I’ll… I’ll do it. Or I’ll try it. Maybe… um… if I don’t like it then I can back out?”
“By all means.” Velvet isn’t a slave or indebted to you, so you have no ability to force otherwise. “But I’ll be doing my best to have you want to stay. I hope you don’t mind that.”
“No. That’s fine. Um. Would we be filming tomorrow…?”
“We might be. I’ll call you if we do.”
“C—Can I request nothing public? For my first time, I mean. I… I think I’d like a bed. Not my place, though!” she squeaks. “I live with my mom. Your… um… place?”
“My place is fine.”
You’re sure you can convince her to become more adventurous in the future, but asking for her first time to be in a safe room isn’t too tall an order. You know it’s best if it’s with you as well, and alone. Velvet won’t feel brave enough for a threesome on her debut, and you’re not sure how Emerald will do with her.
Best it be just you and her for the first time.
“I’ll call you tomorrow to arrange if we’re using you.”
“O—Okay. Please give me warning so I can… um… wash and dress nice…?”
“I will. Oh, by the way, I’m off to a club tonight. Want to come? As friends,” you add, as soon as you hear her squeak.
“I shouldn’t. Me and clubs don’t mix and I… I think I need a night to relax and… um… process all this? I think things would be too awkward if I hung out with you right now. Please don’t take that the wrong way!”
It’s not an unexpected response, and you can’t help but think you should have predicted it. That said, if Velvet felt more trusting of you, or if she was made to be more outgoing, then you’re sure she’d agree with you in the future. But, for now, the shy little bunny struggling to get out of Coco’s shadow isn’t going to agree.
“It’s fine. You’re nervous. That’s normal. We’ll take things real easy tomorrow, and you’ll love it. Trust me, you’ll do fine.”
Velvet doesn’t sound so sure, but you know she’ll be there for 120 lien per video. It’s a big amount to her, and hopefully one you can stomach fairly easily. As the call ends, you look at Emerald, grin, and say, “We’ve got her. Rabbit acquired.”
Emerald pumps her fist in the air, mouth full of food.
You have to wonder if your own awkward relationship with your father doesn’t make things a little awkward, when, with your dick buried in Emerald from behind, she cries out, “Yes, daddy! Oh, daddy!”
You have her on all-fours today, on your bed, acting out the fantasy of a daughter who is jealous her father is looking at other women, and who wants to keep him for herself. It’s a little on the nose with what’s been happening recently, but Tukson did mention that incestual porn was big at the moment. You’re not actually related, removing any element of reluctance from you, but you figure acting it out would be fine.
You try to involve a few techniques you read in that sex manual online during it, but it doesn’t really feel like you’re getting any better at those. Instead, you fall back on the tried and tested methods – the first of bending Emerald over doggy-style and fucking her. She pinches her knees together, squeezing your dick tightly, and you give her ass a hefty slap, the sound echoing off the room.
“When did I raise such a slutty daughter?” you ask, spanking her again.
“Mmm. Daddy. Please don’t be so rough~”
You spank Emerald again for good measure, then pull out of her and walk to the edge of the bed. Emerald is quick to catch what you’re doing and mounts your lap, letting you push up into her pussy while gripping her ass cheeks with both hands. You bounce her in your lap, making sure that she falls with loud slapping sounds.
It feels like Emerald is getting more used to sex and performing, but you’re not so sure about yourself. It feels like you’ve hit a plateau, though maybe that’s arrogant to even think when you’ve only had sex with Emerald and Kali. Two people is not typically considered a large sample size.
You also wonder just how “okay” Emerald is with this roleplay, given she’s an orphan who never had a family in her life.
Could you change that?
You don’t really know.
You lack a steady job, a home to call your own, and all the other things that would be looked for when it comes to adopting someone. Beyond that, you’re perhaps a year or two older than Emerald at best. Not exactly a father-figure. Older brother, maybe? If Emerald thinks of you that way, then she keeps it to herself.
“You don’t need any stupid woman!” cries Emerald. “You have me, daddy!”
You groan with her, spilling her forward and on her back so that she’s hanging off the foot of the bed and exposed for the camera. You pull her legs up over your shoulders and slam into her, driving her off the edge of the bed and bending her back.
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Her skin glistens with sweat as she pants and plants her hands on the ground. At the last second, you pull out, take your place between her spread legs, and shoot your load out over her stomach and chest. It dribbles down the valley between her breasts, down her neck, and across the underside of her chin.
“Mmmm. All mine, daddy,” she purrs.
Does it hurt her to have to act like this?
And, if it did, would she ever dare let you know and risk your disappointment?
Video Results:
Emerald x Joker: "Daddy’s Girl"
Joker – 1 Star
Emerald – 2 Star
Base Roll: 135
Modifiers:
Chemistry (+5%)
Samey – This marks your 4th video with the same actress (-5%)
Incest (+25%)
Not convincing – As a family, you don’t look very convincing (-10%)
Roleplay (+10%)
Reputation (-45%)
Final Roll: 108
Comments:
Is it just going to be these two forever?
Incest is hot, but he doesn’t look much like her daddy, does he?
Come on – get some toys involved. Tie her up. Break her. Give us anal!
Getting stale.
I’ll give a 250 bonus if you make her cry in a video.
Videos Sold: 40 lien
Legacy Earnings: 4 lien
Total Earnings: 148 lien
With Emerald practicing her anal stretching, you head out into Vale for another night on the city. This time, you don’t plan to go home with a woman old enough to be your mother, but it’s hard to say if you’d say no were it to happen. Vale’s nightlife is mostly split into three categories: the elite, where the wealthy go, the working-class bars, and the student scene.
There’s crossover, obviously, but for the most part the students and younger people in Vale stick to the clubs that play today’s music and have obnoxious drinks, sticky floors, and enough strobe lighting to give a person a headache. It’s all about the atmosphere, or so they say. To you, it feels like an excuse to sell cheap drinks at ridiculous prices.
You end up following the crowd of people to a large building unoriginally named “the club”, where bouncers in black suits with red tied guard from entry. You have to wait in line for a solid 30 minutes to get to the front, at which point they judge your clothing “acceptable” and you’re allowed in.
Only to run into a checkpoint.
“It’s 100 lien to get in,” says the man before it.
It’s too late to back out now you’re here, and you knew something like this would be in place for the more exclusive clubs, so you hand over the money and get an ink stamp on the back of your hand to show you’re allowed in. It should also let you leave and come back, at least for tonight, but you doubt you’ll be making use of that.
At least the club itself looks to be good on the inside. There’s a huge dancefloor off to one side where a whole mass of people are already bouncing up and down. Opposite that is a long bar with a crowd of people buying drinks, and then a small and over-filled area with seats and tables. Up top, a balcony hangs over the dancefloor, and it looked almost empty. You track the staircase and see another bouncer in front of a red rope.
A VIP area of some kind, then, likely available to rent for an evening for some more lien.
You fight your way to the front of the bar, struggling against a mass of people you’re not used to. Life in a rich family rarely meant waiting for anything, and it especially didn’t mean having people shout over you when you were quite clearly at the front. Still, you catch on quick enough and manage to get yourself a cheap beer that somehow costs you 10 lien. You could get a spirit and mixer for that at the place you met Kali.
There’s something about coming to a nightclub alone that feels awkward. Everyone else is hanging out with other people, except for a few lonely guys hoping to pick up girls, and they look as cast adrift as you feel.
You nurse your drink as an excuse to not have to make a move and watch as people get progressively drunker and drunker. It’s about an even mix of guys and girls, and yet it somehow also feels like every girl is being hounded by four men. There’s a drunk woman off at the bar with two men talking to her over her shoulder, and another on the dancefloor who seems caught dancing between three men, all of whom are pretending she’s dancing with them alone. When you spot two girls on their own, neither being harassed, they immediately stand out.
They look identical, twins for sure, but dressed differently, one in all red and the other all white. Little accents of black and blue respectively set them apart, but the way they stand side by side makes it impossible to approach one without the other. They have a commanding view over the club from their position, and yet neither looks interested in joining in with it all.
Approaching them might be a little intimidating.
On the other hand, you spot a figure just coming off the dancefloor, pursued helplessly by a couple of guys. She’s frankly gorgeous, and she definitely knows it if her confident grin is anything to go by.
This is the kind of girl guys dream of picking up at a club, and the kind that few ever do. Still, it might not be a bad idea to at least introduce yourself. Shoot your shot, as they say, even if that might not work out. It couldn’t hurt to get a name, and you know the slow approach often works better when it comes to winning people over.
You might not get her attention of her body tonight, but you’ll at least be a familiar face and name to her, and that might mean something later.
Beyond that, all you can think of doing is going for a dance on the dancefloor and seeing if anything good happens or heading home and calling it an early night. It’s a shame you couldn’t convince Velvet or Emerald to come with you to have some fun. You down your drink, gather your courage and make your decision.
You have 3,760 lien, a drink, and a chance.
>BLONDE: They say blondes have more fun, and this one looks like a barrel of it.
>DANCE: Maybe you’ll find something, or someone, else on the dance floor.
>TWINS: Buckle up and talk to the intimidating twins by the back wall.
You don’t know how good your chances are with the blonde bombshell, but she’s surrounded by guys, and your dancing skills leave something to be desired. You decide to approach the twins instead, which might seem a little arrogant, but you have to take a punt somewhere.
You head back to the bar and buy three drinks for 30 lien, then carry them over. The red twin notices your approach, bumps her hand against the white twin’s skirt and nods your way. They push off the wall, cattish, predatory grins sneaking across their faces.
It’s immediately apparent this is not new, and that you’re in for a rough ride.
“You two look like you could use a drink,” you tell them anyway, pushing on with what you hope is a roguish smile.
“Such a gentleman,” says the white twin. “I’m Melanie.”
“Trying to get us drunk so you can take advantage of us?” asks the red twin. “You’ll need more than this. I’m Miltia.”
“As you might have noticed, she’s the bad twin,” says Melanie, accepting your offering and taking a sip.
“Does that make you the good twin?” you ask.
“Ha. Don’t believe her.” Miltia walks behind you, stalking around you like a lion. Her hand reaches over your shoulder to poach a drink, and she leans in to whisper in your ear, “I may be the bad twin, but she’s an animal in bed.”
You swallow. “Really?”
“Oh yes,” says Miltia, breathing hot air on your ear. “She’s a lazy bitch who’d sleep half the day away while she lets everyone else work – and then she’ll demand you pet her head and feed her. A real animal.”
Miltia draws back with a snort, and Melanie laughs into her drink. You’ve been the victim of a prank, but you laugh along with it. “Good one,” you say. “Had me going for a nanosecond.”
“Yeah, well, do you really think a girl will sleep with you because you buy them one drink?”
It’s your turn to smile cockily. “It worked for me last night.”
The twins stare at you, disbelieving for a moment, but then they notice your confident grin doesn’t waver and their eyebrows rise.
“Really?” asks Melanie, smiling behind her glass. “Well, I guess it takes all types. We see enough of it here. You wouldn’t believe how many people sneak into the toilets for a quick fuck and think no one notices.”
The way they say it suggests they’re aware of it every time, and even that they have to deal with it. Come to think of it, they’re not even remotely drunk, and they haven’t been dancing at all.
“You work here, don’t you?”
“Ah, he gets it at last,” says Miltia. “Maybe he isn’t as dumb as he looks.”
“Come now, Miltia. He doesn’t look that dumb. I’d say simple, but not dumb.”
“I’m actually quite educated—”
“Yeah, you talk posh and dress posh. We get the idea. You’re a rich boy. Trust me, we can tell.” Miltia leans back against the wall and nods to her sister. “It’s our job to keep this place in line, and we have to deal with your sort often enough. Usually, you come down here, thinking you’re hot shit, then get knocked down a few pegs by one of the regulars for assuming they’ll get down and suck your dick for some lien.”
“Usually by Yang,” Melanie quips.
You feel the conversation slipping away from you.
“I’m more of a businessman than a rich family heir,” you say. “Sadly, my father fucked away the family fortune on whores.” They don’t look sympathetic, and you don’t expect them to. “I’m working to reclaim it or make something of myself.”
“Hmmm.” Melanie doesn’t sound interested, but you bought her a drink, so she feigns it and asks the expected question. “How?”
“I’ve opened a porn studio.”
Miltia snorts into her drink, spraying liquid up around her mouth. Melanie leans away from her, then glances at you. Her piercing green eyes narrow. “I hope you didn’t approach us expecting you’d get us in one of your videos, then. And if you brought a camera into here to film then we’ll have to break it, then you.”
“No camera.” You hold your hands out, one holding a drink, to show that. “And while I am here to keep an eye out for potential actresses, I didn’t approach you about that.” It’s a white lie. “You two actually looked like you know what’s going on here, the lay of the land as it were. I figured you might know if anyone was interested.”
Miltia hums. “You want us to scout for you? Sounds lazy.”
“But, you know,” says Melanie. “Junior, that’s the guy who runs this place. He makes a living on the side selling information. Nothing illegal,” she adds, “most of the time, but sometimes big businesses or rich people come down to ask for a little information gathering on their rivals, or a prospective spouse. Think of it like PI work. Junior has contacts, and he can write up a dossier. That might be useful for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure.” Melanie takes another sip. “Won’t do much to just find girls, but if you ever have one that you want to find out more about – where they work, how they’re doing, what problems they have, stuff like that – then Junior can provide it. Might give you an idea on how best to approach someone. Course, we’d need a name – and you’d need to be in with Junior, which you’re not, but we are.”
So, basically, they want you to pay them so that they will pay Junior and get you a dossier on any girl you want. Or guy, you suppose. If it really goes into detail about their work and finances, then it could be a good way to figure out what areas they’re strong or weak in, which could be some areas of attack. A way for you to know what to push them on and how to poke them into working for you.
“How much?” you ask.
“Let’s say 500 lien per dossier.”
“That’s a lot.”
“It’s a lot of work,” Miltia says, “and it might be worth it if you’re trying to get some hot talent on board, wouldn’t it? We’re not saying you’d use it for some random girl, but you run into one that you just can’t work out, or who you want fast, then you know where to find us. It’ll take 48 hours to get the info, but it’ll be detailed. Trust us on that.”
It’s an idea. You’re not sure how useful it would be. You can keep it in mind for the future, but you know they’re silently asking whether you’d like to make use of the service right now.
“I think I’d best hold onto my lien for now,” you say, “Unless you’re willing to give me a free sample?”
The twins share a look and then purse their lips. “Afraid not. We get a lot of people prepared to pay, so it’s not like we’re desperate for it. And this place pays well. You can have my number, though. Give me your scroll.”
You hand it over and she types into it before handing it back.
“Call or text me over something frivolous and the cost immediately goes up to 600 lien. You don’t contact me unless you want to buy, or you somehow find my sister with a broken leg in a ditch, and she needs my help. You call for a hookup and I might just leave you in a ditch.”
“Message received,” you say. Melanie has gone so far as to write her name as: Mel – Do not fkn call in your contacts.
You’re sure, in time, that you can get them to open up to you. Most people start to feel easy around people they spend time with. It’s called propinquity. If you just show up a few times and chat with them, then they’ll ease up, and might even start considering you as something of a friend. Or, at least, as not being a dweeb.
For now, you back off, wishing them a good night and retreating. The blonde has disappeared, but you doubt it’s with a man because one of the guys that was flirting with her is nursing his shoulder. Looks like he got handsy and paid the price for it. She’s nowhere to be seen, maybe having decided it’s ruined her night.
You try to dance a little, but your heart isn’t in it, and it turns out that it’s not easy showing your moves only a couple of hours after sex. Fatigue soon kicks in, and you excuse yourself to head home, walking past drunks hurling on the pavement and fighting for taxis.
Emerald is already asleep when you get back, but she wakes up when you lift the sheets and climb in behind her. She makes a pleased sound and snuggles back into you, sleepily pulling your hands around her.
Author's Note:
Original Quest: https://fiction.live/stories/Running-the-Red-Light/z3DQkYE5X8YBXovZ8/home
Visual Novel: https://andoravn.itch.io/running-the-red-light