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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Recettear:_An_Item_Shop's_Tale
  Relationship:
      Recette_Lemongrass/Male_OC, Nagi/Many_Men, Charme/Tear, Prime/Tear
  Character:
      Recette_Lemongrass, Charme, Prime, Tear, Nagi
  Additional Tags:
      Loli, Anal, Bondage, Prostitution, Gangbang, Yuri, Strap-On, Spanking
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-22 Updated: 2018-02-01 Chapters: 4/? Words: 19969
****** A Capitalism Ho! ******
by WestOrEast
Summary
     Needing money to pay off the debt, Recette is at her wit's end. But a
     chance encounter with Charme shows her a whole new realm of money-
     making possibilities. A commission for Engimatic.
***** Chapter 1 *****

“Ooooh noooo…” Recette was slumped in her chair behind the store counter,
staring at a ledger. Ledgers were always evil, with all those rows of numbers
and lines and Tear yelling at her to pay attention, but this one was even
eviler than most. The reason it was a very bad, no-good ledger was because of
the bad number written on the Net Profits column.

The bad number at the bottom, that Tear had circled in red, underlined three
times, and drew arrows pointing to was a very bad, very large number indeed.
Recette closed her eyes and counted to ten. Opening them- nope, the number was
still there. Recette sagged even further in disappointment. How was she going
to make this week’s payment, and avoid living in the alley cardboard box of
shame?

A blue, hovering light intruded on her despair. Looking up, she saw Tear
hovering above her, looking all mean and grumpy. It was a big change from her
usual look of grumpy and mean.

“Recette, if you do not have an additional five thousand Pix soon, I will have
no choice but to repossess the store for Terme Finance Company."

Recette paled in shock at the thought.

"Uhba abhu, Tear! How? Can't I make more money?"

“Well,” the fairy said, tapping her chin. “There are a legion of money-making
enterprises we haven’t exploited, for various reasons.”

Recette felt the need to chime in, to show that she was totally understanding
what Tear was saying, and wasn’t even slightly lost.

“Yeah! Like setting a fire and taking out an insurance policy.”

Tear stared at her for a long minute, still tapping her chin. Finally she
closed her eyes and sighed.

“Merde. Even if we were to try insurance fraud, we would want to take the
insurance policy out before we set fire to the store.”

Recette drooped. What was she going to do with the oily rags she’d grabbed in
the dungeon now? As she was thinking real hard and dedicated like about how to
get more money, her stomach rumbled. Clutching it in pain, she looked at the
clock. No wonder she was starving! It had been two hours since her last snack!

Recette scrabbled around under the counter, looking for chocolate bar or
caramel apple or something to stop her imminent death of sugar withdrawal. Not
finding anything, she popped back up and looked around the store frantically.
There was snacks for sale out on the floor, but she had a vivid idea of what
would happen if she ate store merchandise in front of Tear.

“I’m going to go out and look for ideas, okay?” It technically wasn’t a lie.
She might see something that they could use to make money, in between her
buying a snack. Before Tear could say anything, Recette dashed out of the store
and down the hill, further into the city.

Munching on a loaf of walnut bread, Recette looked around for inspiration as
she walked the streets of Pensee. As she saved herself from her horrible fate
of not having a snack, Recette smelled a familiar scent. Looking around, she
saw Charme staggering from side to side down the road. There was a bottle in
her hand. The older woman saw Recette, and her face lit up in a big, happy
smile.

“Hey, Rece, Recce, Receipt! Ish good to see you!” Charme lurched over to
Recette, showing a surprisingly good turn of speed.

Recette took a step back, the waves of alcohol washing over her face. Charme
seemed even more out of it than was usual for her drinking.

“You’re jhust the girl I wanted to see! Wadda ya say if we go out to a dungeon,
huh? Bring along Bossy Britches and we can make, make a killing.” Recette was
very unsure on which way the killing would go in Charme’s present state. She
opened her mouth-

“Nah, nah, I got a better idea. You ever been to Grope Alley?”

Recette had never even heard of Grope Alley. She played a word association game
in her head about what it might be and came up with-

“No? Oh, do you wear a blindfold and search for stuff?”

Charme laughed hysterically at that, before taking another swig from her
bottle.

“Ha, ha, yeah, I guess you could do that. Waste of good coin, though. Nah, you
go here to get your cherry popped.” She made a weird gesture with her bottle
that Recette didn’t get. “Or get yer peach eaten or your melons rubbed, or, or,
ah carp. Other food puns.”

Recette had sold her last cherry to Louie this morning, and said so. For some
reason, this made Charme double over in laughter, almost losing her grip on the
wine bottle. Recette didn’t understand why she would want her melons rubbed,
but all the talk of food was very fun sounding.

Charme threw an arm over her shoulder, and started walking down the street,
leaning on Recette for assistance. Recette groaned under the weight, although
she was glad it wasn’t Elan or Griff leaning on her. She’d have been squashed
flat like a pancake if it had been them! Her stomach rumbled at the thought of
food, and she thought longingly of a delicious, fluffy pancake, with a pat of
butter on it and syrup running down the sides… Her stomach rumbled again.

After going down a few streets Recette rarely traveled, Charme pulled her down
a side alley. There were a lot of buildings all clustered together, but there
were no shop signs displaying what was sold. There weren’t any merchants
hawking their wares either, just some men and women lounging around not dong
much. Shady looking people wearing cloaks and hoods were ducking in and out of
doorways.

Charme stumble-walked over to a young man, who was wearing not very much at
all. His vest bared most of his torso, and Recette had never seen such tight
pants. Recette wondered how he wasn’t cold, earing so little. He smiled
winsomely at Charme, though his grin faltered a bit when he saw Recette. The
two of them came to a stop in front of him, Charme waving her bottle around
again.

“Ish, ish time for you to become a woman, Recce. I’ve, I’ve got lots of money,
soh the two of ush can share the shame cutie, alright?”

“Uh…” Recette thought she was a lot cuter as a little girl than as a woman, and
knew there were people out there who wanted to steal her cuteness. That, and
she had no idea what Charme meant. There was no sign of food appearing, and she
wanted to be a girl for several more years still.

“Hey, Pierre. Yoush wanna help me with lil’ Recette here?” Charme winked at the
young man, who had an eyebrow raised.

As Charme talked, she pulled Recette closer to the man, so she could throw an
arm around him. Recette looked around the street, and eeped! as she saw what
was happening just down the road. A lady was on her knees in front of two men,
one of whom Recette vaguely recognized from the store. Her attention was
dragged back to Charme, as the older woman squeezed down on her shoulder.

“Man, Rece, Reshe, girl, you wouldn’t believe what thish guy’s packing. He
look’s all skinny, but he’sh got a dick like tree trunk. Onshe that’s inside
you, you’ll think you died and went to heaven.”

Recette didn’t know what a dick was, but she didn’t want anything the size of a
tree trunk in or on her. As she spluttered, trying to say so, Charme dipped a
hand down and grabbed at the man between his legs. It was all too overwhelming
for the young girl. Too many new ideas and sights and words. Recette wanted to
get back to her store and settle down, where everything could be normal.

“I, I gotta go and uh, do stuff.” Recette stammered out as she backed away, out
of the alley.

Recette ran away from there as fast as she could go. It was all too much for
her. Even as she ran, though, her mind was racing just as quickly over
possibilities. Those men and women did make money, and Recette needed money.
People were always calling her cute, and Charme had called them cute. It all
led together, to a point called money.

Later that day, at Recettear, Recette and Tear had a very long discussion,
ranging over several topics. Recette was gradually enlightened on the world of
adulthood, or at least of prostitution. And Tear got a refresher course on how
to insert square-shaped facts into Recette’s circle-shaped brain.

Finally, Recette got a firm enough grasp on what had been going on in Grope
Alley to understand what it meant. She didn’t understand why Tear was so
vehemently vocal on the issue, or why she didn’t always seem embarrassed so
much as intrigued some of the time. Still, Tear’s explanations eventually gave
Recette an idea.

Tear didn’t like the idea. At all. Not remotely. Not in the slightest bit. She
so didn’t like the idea, that she had used words Recette didn’t understand in
ways Recette didn’t understand to express how little she liked the idea.
However, she finally agreed, not having any better ideas on how to make money.
She did make Recette sign a waiver saying that Terme Finance in no way
endorsed, approved, or condoned the actions.

Tear had also written up a list, with Recette’s contributions mostly limited to
drawing hearts and flowers along the margins. The fairy had also disappeared
last night, and returned, burdened with a stack of packages almost as big as
she was. Recette had been overjoyed when Tear said they were for her, but the
excitement quickly faded when she realized it wasn’t toys and food. Or at
least, Tear said some of them were toys, but Recette didn’t see what fun you
could have with a bright red ball on two straps of leather. At least the black
net of cloth, no bigger than her forearm, looked like fun, but Tear had
snatched it from her hands, and said that it wasn’t for her. Recette thought
that was very unfair, since Tear didn’t seem to be using it either. Recette
knew, because she’d poked Tear’s stuff this morning, and couldn’t find a trace
of it.

The next day, Recette and Tear worked hard to open up the store, setting out
items to entice people in, putting the hot sellers up by the windows, and
hiding the unfashionable inventory in back underneath a tarp. Tear was fussing
over how exactly to announce what Recette (and only Recette, Tear had made
abundantly clear) was offering. Finally, they were ready and the store was
opened.

The first customer of the day entered the store, and Recette perked up. He
paused to examine the sheet Tear had put up next to the entrance, describing
the new services Recettear had to offer, and their prices. Recette didn’t even
know what most of the words on the sheet meant, and Tear had refused to explain
them to her. The man examined the paper for a minute, his eyebrows climbing as
he read about words like ‘oral’ ‘threesome’ ‘size play’ and other things
Recette didn’t understand in that context.

After a few minutes of looking over the list, the customer walked up to the
counter, where Recette was waiting. A weird mix of dread and anticipation was
swirling around in her stomach. She tried to take deep, steady breaths, calming
herself.

“I’ll try your ‘Anal Virginity’ please.”

Recette forced a smile and nodded, breathing in deeply. This was it. Time to
offer the first new service of Recettear. She remembered the phrases Tear had
drilled into her last night.

“Payment on completion, rates and fees may apply.”

The customer snorted, and put away his coin purse. As he walked towards the
open end of the counter, already fiddling with his belt, Recette opened up a
drawer to display some of the stuff Tear had bought last night. It would cost
extra to use them, of course, but Recette knew how effective it could be to
dangle the purchase in front of someone to get them to buy it.

The customer came behind the counter, and Recette stood up, letting him sit
down on her chair. She squeaked as a pair of hands grabbed her hips, and
lowered her down onto his lap. Tear was staring at them both, but she was too
far away for Recette to make out the expression on her tiny face.

The customer’s hands started wandering over her, making Recette squeak and
squirm as she was touched in unfamiliar ways. He seemed frustrated with her
dress, though, and tried to get it off her. After a few minutes of him failing
at that, Recette undid the straps along her upper arms that held the red dress
up.

Recette shivered in the cool morning air, goosebumps forming along her bare
legs. She was just wearing her shirt now, it’s hem brushing against her lower
stomach. The customer’s hands went down the sides of her body, stroking her
thighs and making her shiver. It wasn’t just the cold, or the nervousness that
was making Recette tremble now. There was also a new feeling growing in her
gut. It was strange, but kind of pleasant.

Recette looked up, away from the large hands that were moving over her tiny
body. Tear had gotten closer, and was now hovering over the counter, watching
the two of them. Customers were coming into the store behind her, but she
wasn’t going to greet them, instead just watching Recette and the first
customer. Recette caught her eye and looked meaningfully over her shoulder.

Tear hesitated, hovering above the counter, and not moving towards the front
door. It was a struggle to concentrate, but Recette could just see two small
dots of red on her partner’s cheeks. Her breath was coming in short, sharp
pants, matching Recette’s own gasps. Her legs were rubbing together, and she
wasn’t looking Recette in the eyes, but instead down below, where she and the
customer met.

“Uh, uh, Tear?” There was no response. “Tear?”

It took several more questions before Tear seemed to hear. She shook herself
all over before her gaze dashed back up to Recette’s face. It still took
another minute for her to remember what she was supposed to be doing.

“What? Oh, uh, yes! It’s time to man the store, yes, right.”

It still took several minutes before Tear tore herself away from the scene, and
flew slowly and shakily towards the front of the store. Recette wondered what
was wrong with her, before a touch on her bare rear drove that consideration
from her mind.

Recette squeaked as a slippery finger entered her back there. She squirmed, but
with only one hand, the customer was able to hold her still and in his lap.
She’d cleaned herself back there this morning, knowing that this might happen,
but it still felt beyond weird to have something back there, especially moving
around so enthusiastically like that. At least it didn’t feel bad, just unusal.

It was a struggle to handle store business with something inside her behind,
but Recette did her best, buying and selling and trying to act like everything
was normal. The charade was spoiled with how she eeped and yeped with every new
movement of the intruding figure. Finally, it was removed, and Recette sighed
in relief.

Recette groaned as something a lot larger than a finger slid into her. Her rear
was lubed up and slippery enough it didn’t hurt, per se, but it was very weird
as the customer slowly entered her. Her insides were stretched further and
further as the customer oh so slowly slid deeper and deeper inside her. After
five minutes of torturously slow progress, Recette finally felt the customer’s
thighs rub against hers. Somehow, his entire thing was inside her. It hardly
seemed possible, and Recette looked down, expecting her belly to be bulging out
like after eating a whole cake. She almost couldn’t believe it when she saw
that her stomach was as flat as ever.

Now that the customer had seen how much Recette could take, he picked up the
pace, lifting her up and down along his shaft slowly at first, but then faster
and faster. There was a burn, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just strange feeling,
like when Tear made her exercise.

The customer wasn’t inattentive to Recette’s needs either, even as he picked
her and down, pulling her along his cock. One hand snaked around to the front
of her body, and sought out her button, hidden between her legs and a small
hood of skin. Recette moaned as, for the very first time, her clitoris was
touched. It felt good, a sharper, more exciting feeling than even making a sale
for over 250% the market price.

As the customer continued his actions, Recette felt better and better, enjoying
it more and more. Her squirmings in his lap changed from trying to get away, to
a general feeling of excitement as new feelings ran through her. She started to
feel tingly in between her legs, like an itch inside her skin that was running
back and forth inside her.

There were more customers in the store, and they were interested in buying
stuff. Recette struggled with getting the best price possible, but it was hard.
Sometimes she even went down to only 118% for something she’d bought for 50% of
what it was worth!

It was bizarre how none of the customers said anything about what she was
doing. It was obvious they knew what was happening, the way they looked at her
and blushed, or fidgeted, or just looked appreciative showed that much. But
none of them asked her what she was doing, or tried to stop them, or made any
kind of comment at all! They just looked at her, and did their business like it
was a normal day at the store. It was really weird, but Recette could handle
it, even as she gasped and moaned as the first customer kept on pounding into
her.

Then Recette’s day got a lot worse. The door opened again, and this time on of
her friends walked in. Well, flew in. Prime got three feet inside the door
before she stopped dead, her mouth hanging open in shock. Recette moaned in
embarrassment, knowing what she must look like, even as the other shoppers
desperately tried to act like nothing was wrong.

Closer up, Recette could see the blush spreading across Prime’s dark cheeks as
she hovered over the counter. Tear was behind, looking mortified. A sharp,
gleeful smile spread across Prime’s face as she looked Recette and her
customer.

Recette couldn’t match her stare for long, turning her head as the man grabbed
her chest. Her nipples were feeling all funny and hard, and she gasped as thick
calloused fingers ran over them, even through layers of fabric. She jerked in
the customer’s lap as he slowed his pounding to better molest her flat chest.

Prime started to talk, which meant Recette had to pay attention to her. She
tried to look at the fairy, though her neck felt like jelly as she was bounced
up and down. Prime had her hands on her hips, looking like the cat that ate the
canary.

“Well, I know you like that motto, but I never thought it would describe you so
well.”

Recette didn’t understand what she meant by that, and didn’t get the chance to
ask. The customer distracted her by pressing down hard against her button, and
she couldn’t work up the ability to respond. Seeing this, Prime snorted and
turned around to look at Tear, who looked as if she was ready for the ground to
swallow her up.

“And how did youthink this was a good idea? I know I wouldn’t find this in
Terme Finance’s best practices handbook.”

The prospect of a verbal fight seemed to stabilize Tear, who stopped looking at
Recette and her customer, and focused on Prime. The flush in her cheeks changed
from embarrassment to the more familiar exasperation and impatience.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Recette thought this was a profitable
idea to get enough Pix to pay off her debt-“

“Oh yeah, your only motive is getting the debt paid,” Prime interrupted,
rolling her eyes. “And not at all the thought of getting some of that for
yourself, huh?”

“Wh-what?” Tear spluttered. “How dare you accuse me of something so base and
debauched.”

Prime frowned, before her eyes slipped down from Tear’s face to her torso, and
the bare midriff exposed by her clothing. She seemed to see whatever it was she
was looking for, as her smile climbed three points on the scale, from tiger to
shark.

“Oh yeah, you’re a real model of purity, aren’t you?”

Prime flew over to Tear and yanked her shirt up, exposing a tracing of black
lines winding around her torso. More than just that was exposed, with Tear’s
small breasts slipping out as well. They were small and well-formed, the
perfect size and shape for someone of Tear’s build. They were held up by more
of the black lines that crisscrossed every section of Tear’s upper body that
would have been hidden by her clothing.

“Yeah, there’s nothing unusual about wearing bondage getup underneath your
clothes, is there?”

Tear shrieked in outrage, and tried to pull her shirt back down, but not before
everyone in the store got a good eyeful of tiny fairy titties, supported and
presented by an intricate web of binding ropes. Recette couldn’t understand why
her friend and minder was wearing that.

Seeing that everyone in the store was looking at her, Tear shrieked again and
flew away, vanishing up the stairs. Recette watched her go, already missing the
support of her friend, and still very confused about what had just happened.

A buzz of conversation broke out amid the store’s customers, although Recette
couldn’t make out any of it over Prime’s laughter. The dark-skinned fairy was
almost bent double in hysterics, obviously very pleased with herself.

“Ah ha ha ha ha…” Prime straightened up and wiped a tear away. “Now there’s a
fairy who wants a human dicking, am I right?” She winked at Recette. “Bet ya
didn’t have to talk too hard to convince her of that, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Heh, anyways, I didn’t come here just to see how much of a perv Ms. Prim and
Proper was.” Somehow, Prime hefted a charm almost as big as she was. “How
much?”

Recette groaned. Prime was always one of her tougher customers, and she really
wasn’t at her best, negotiating wise right now. She looked at the item in front
of her, trying to focus enough to see both what it was and how much it would
cost. Her fingers fumbled along the cool metal surface of the charm as she
tried to remember what the going price for it was.

After some haggling, Recette felt satisfied with the deal she’d gotten. The
sense of confidence was quickly eroded by the way Prime giggled to herself as
soon as the Pix changed hands.

“Heh, score one for the fairy! Maybe I’ll be around later, see if Tear’s added
herself to the menu.”

With that, she winked at Recette and flew out the door, the amulet hanging
underneath her. Recette watched her go, wondering what Tear would have to say
to that. A glance towards the stairs showed the door still closed, with no sign
that her partner was coming back down soon.

A particularly forceful thrust took Recette’s mind off the mystery of Tear’s
actions. The customer underneath her was going faster and faster, hammering
himself in and out of Recette like a demon. Her legs were bouncing on top of
the man’s, and his fingers were squeezing down hard on her hips, using them as
a grip to move her to his pleasing.

The customer held her down firm in his lap as his thing pulsed inside her.
Recette squeaked as she felt something hot and sticky shoot into her rear. The
man behind groaned and his grip tightened on her hips as he bucked forward.
Recette pressed down hard on her button, and let out a blissed-out moan as the
strange sensations inside her rose to a peak.

It was pleasure like she’d never felt before, a burning, tingly sensation
shooting out from her crotch and filling every part of her body. Recette moaned
and groaned as she felt herself tighten down around the man. She couldn’t say
anything, the feelings inside her were too much. The customer held her in place
as she thrashed around, limbs moving on some animal level of instinct.

The man was still cumming inside her, painting her rear walls with something
hot and thick and sticky. Hot being the biggest word. For Recette. It felt like
taking a steaming hot bath, or burying her face in a warm, wet towel. And there
was so much! It felt like she was going to explode as jet after jet of it
spurted into her. Recette whined as her arms beat against the counter, or her
sides, or anything in reach as she tried to deal with the levels of pleasure.

Finally the customer settled down, and let Recette relax in his arms. She felt
like a mess, drool collecting on her lips, and other fluids pooling down below.
The customer pulling out was a relief, since it let her poor, stretched hole
rest, even if Recette felt the warm sticky stuff pour out. Well, some of it
poured out. Most of it stayed inside, making her bum feel hot and tingly,
echoing the sensation from her button.

Recette buried her head in her arms as she fought for breath and control. The
thick, sticky feeling in her rear was like nothing she’d ever felt before, just
like half a dozen other things today. It felt good, or at least not unpleasant,
but still not something Recette would really want to seek out. Not like a
delicious cake, with thick white frosting that she could just gobble down and
eat and eat until she was too stuffed to even clean the white off her face…

Remembering something, Recette grabbed the piece of paper lying on the desk
next to her. Waving it around in the air, she tried to get the customer to grab
it. It was the pricing list Tear had drawn up, with percentages and rates and
everything. It made Recette’s head hurt to look at.

“It’s an additional 5000 Pix for…” there was no way she was going to say it.
“For doing that.”

“What? But when I came in, the fairy said it was only 2200!”

“Yes, but didn’t you notice the blue banner just before we were… didn’t you
notice the blue banner? It said ‘Anal sex a hit with young men!’ So I raised
the price to reflect the current demand.”

The customer grumbled, but soon there was the sweet sound of coins clinking
together and landing on the counter. Recette giggled as the coins piled up. The
customer slid her off his lap and pulled his pants back up. Pausing to say
thanks, he left the store, under Tear’s watchful eyes.

As tear manned- womaned- fairied- the front of the store, Recette slipped off
to clean herself up. There was a lot of white stuff coming out of her rear. It
kind of looked like frosting and- nopification! It didn’t taste like warm,
delicious, runny frosting at all. Recette made a face, sticking out her tongue
and screwing her eyes shut at the taste, the sticky, salty taste lingering on
her tongue. There was something else coming out of her front, something she’d
never seen before.

It was also sticky, and as Recette pressed against where it came out, she felt
a nice tingle. Since it was right next to where that amazing feeling button had
been, Recette was very tempted to explore some more, and see just how nice that
part of her body could feel. But, she also knew that Tear didn’t like being the
only one in the store, and Recette knew how bad of an idea it was to make the
cook made. But just one more stroke wouldn’t hurt, right?

Eventually, Recette cleaned herself up and went back downstairs to the store.
Tear gratefully switched off, going back to fussing over a clipboard and
glaring at customers who hadn’t bought anything yet. The next few hours flew
by, Recette getting into the grove of buying and selling stuff, bargaining like
a madwoman. Finally, as the sun started downwards, she had a moment to breathe,
and look over what she’d gotten so far.

Recette counted up the money she and Tear had earned so far today. As she was
doing so, a shadow fell over her. Looking up, she saw a nervous young man. His
eyes kept on meeting hers, before skittering away. His fingers were tapping
against his side as he shifted his weight around.

“Uh, I heard that, well, that you have… services now?” He was blushing even
harder than Recette had been.

It took a moment for Recette to realize what he meant, but finally it clicked.

“Yeppers!” She waved the pricing sheet around. “Everything on here, just pick
what you like!”

As the customer hemmed and hawed, looking the list over, Recette squirmed in
her seat. She was going to make so much money.
***** A Capitalism Ho: Capilitize harder *****
                                        
                                        
Recette giggled to herself as she counted the money she’d made today. Recettear
had been making so much money lately. People were just falling over each other,
offering up money for the goods and services she and Tear had available.
 
There’d even been enough money to accessorize! Charme had dragged Recette out
on a shopping trip, insisting the young shopkeeper had clothes that reflected
her new station in life. Recette didn’t really understand what fishnet
stockings and a purple hat with a feather in it meant, but Tear did, judging by
the way her face turned red when Recette brought them back home.
 
She’d forbidden Recette from wearing any of it and tried to give Charme a
tongue lashing the next time the woman came in. It had the same effect as water
on rock, though, and now, every time Charme visited the store, she tried to get
Recette to wear the outfit.
 
Tear had allowed Recette to spend some money on redecorating the store. She’d
been insistent on including lots of red velvet, and some dim lights. Recette
didn’t like those, it made it too hard to read. But Tear insisted it helped the
ambience of the store, and had been on the verge of pulling out a whiteboard
when Recette had hastily agreed with her.
 
Recettear had also changed their stock, somewhat. They still carried some very
expensive gear for adventurers, the sort of thing that Recette could manage a
two hundred percent profit off of, but most of the rest had disappeared. In
their place, a lot of sex toys, costumes and other paraph- para- paraphernalia.
They catered to a more niche market nowadays, but the margins Recette and Tear
made off of the new items more than made up for the smaller number of sales
each day. And of course, as a special service, customers could try out their
purchase on Recette or Tear.
 
Recette looked up as she heard the door open. Nagi stood in the entryway,
slowly looking around. She was carrying a bag of groceries, and looked
confused. That was hardly an unfamiliar expression for Nagi, even Recette knew
that thought was mean spirited.
 
“Are you sure this isn’t my home? It looks just like it.” Nagi put her head to
one side and tapped her fingers on her chin. “There’s the dim lighting, and the
red velvet and the sex toys and lingerie… It’s all just as I remember it.”
 
“Uh…” Recette struggled to think of a response to that. “No, it’s, it’s
Recettear, just like it always has been. Um, take a look around?” She was
wishing Tear was around to help.
 
Nagi nodded absentmindedly, and started to wander around the store. Recette
watched her pick up and examine a horse cock dildo thoughtfully, before her
attention was drawn back to the counter. A young man stood there, blushing
nervously and fidgeting. He looked up at the ceiling as he put a rope harness
and leather mask on the counter.
 
Recette spent an enjoyable minute dickering with him over the price, finally
ending with a comfortable profit margin of thirty seven percent. As the
customer handed over the Pix, Recette followed up with the next part of her
sales pitch.
 
“And would you like to have sex with me or Tear? Or would you like a
demonstration of your purchase?”
 
Tear had drilled those sentences into Recette’s head over the course of a
weekend. Halfway through, Recette thought Tear was going to literally use a
drill on her, but, in the end, Recette memorized it. Not that it did much good
this time. The customer’s blush brightened as he stammered out a denial and
fled the store, almost dropping his purchase as he ran away.
 
Recette sat back with a pout. Sex wasn’t as fun for her as it was for her
customers, but she did enjoy it. She liked eating sweets with Tielle more, but
getting her pussy filled did feel nice, especially if the customer knew what
they were doing.
 
“Excuse me, Recette?”
 
Recette looked up from her pout. Nagi stood in front of the counter, a gentle
smile on her face. Recette got her game face on, preparing for a sale. She’d
start just as soon as Nagi showed what she wanted to buy.
 
“Do you offer your body to strangers?”
 
“Eh?!” That wasn’t what Recette had been expecting. Most people were either too
embarrassed to talk to her about her services, or didn’t need confirmation.
 
Tear stopped fussing over the display of floggers and quietly flew closer to
the two of them. Recette had noticed her partner always had a reason to be
nearby whenever she was negotiating with a customer, but she never could figure
out why. After all, it wasn’t as if it was Tear’s body they were talking about!
 
“Oh? Did I not use the proper words?” Nagi looked concerned. Concerned and
dazed. “Let me try again. Do men pay you to have sex with you?”
 
Recette squirmed. It was so embarrassing to talk about stuff like this! Her
face was about as red as the velvet on the walls, and she glanced beseechingly
at Tear to come and save her. When the fairy just hung back, watching, Recette
gloomily decided she was going to have to take care of this herself.
 
“Yes.” Recette muttered, wanting to bury her face in her hands. Talking about
this stuff was so much worse than actually doing it. When she was ‘providing a
useful service’ as Tear would put it, it was really easy for Recette to lose
herself in the feelings of it. Listening to people talk about it with her? Not
so much.
 
“Ah,” Nagi nodded. She paused for a moment before continuing. “May I join you?”
 
 
                                      ***
Nagi knew people thought she was a slow thinker and easily distracted and could
get lost in an empty room. While it was true that she had a bad sense of
direction, that was part that was true. She had a great mind, and had easily
mastered how to arrange flowers and use a naginata and preform tea ceremonies,
and all the other things a proper lady had to know. The reason people thought
she was an airhead, was because most of the time she preferred to think about
sex.
 
Sex by herself, sex with a man, sex with many men, sex in almost every way
she’d ever heard of. Nagi loved sex, and wished more of her day could be spent
doing it. Her joining Recettear had been like a dream come true. No more
wandering the dungeons, wondering how long it would take before the tentacle
beasts started seeming attractive. Now she could spend a few hours each getting
fucked by some studs, and then go about her business satiated, with a pussy,
ass, or stomach full of cum.
 
Nagi pranced around the bedroom Tear had assigned her to. It was small, the bed
in the middle of the room taking up most of the space. But Nagi didn’t mind. So
long as the bed was comfortable, that was enough. She undressed, neatly folding
and storing her clothes. It would legitimately be horrible if her clothes get
messy, since she hadn’t found any stores that sold anything even remotely like
what she wore.
 
Nagi sat down on the bed, naked. While she waited for the creak of the stairs
that announce her first customer, she decided to masturbate. Her hands ran up
and down her body, warming her up. She sighed as she cupped her breasts, her
fingers moving over them in just the right manner.
 
Her other hand slid down her stomach, in between her legs. It didn’t take much
rubbing for her to get aroused. To be fair, it rarely did, but right here,
right now, it took a lot less effort than usual. The thought that soon that
door would open, and hot, hung men would come through… It sent a shiver down
Nagi’s spine.
 
Nagi’s breath came in short pants as she toyed with her hard nipples and wet
folds. It was a struggle to pace herself, but it wouldn’t do to cum, and leave
herself exhausted before the first customer even set foot in the room.
Hopefully it wouldn’t turn into an all-day edging session while she waited for
her lover to arrive, like that one time she met that handsome boy with a
bandanna. But an hour or so slowly pleasuring herself wouldn’t be too bad.
 
Nagi spent maybe half an hour in that room, slowly masturbating. Scenes of her
greatest sex sessions played in her head as she massaged her breasts and slid a
finger in and out of her folds. Twice she felt herself right on the edge of
orgasm, but backed off, fingers stilling as she waited for her arousal to
subside.
 
Finally, Nagi heard the sound she’d been waiting for. The heavy tread of feet
on the stairs, making their way to her door. And it sounded like there was more
than one of them. It sounded like there were more than two of them, for that
matter. Nagi was almost drooling as she speculated at how many men were about
to ravage her defenseless, willing body.
 
Nagi sat up on the bed, almost vibrating in excitement. She licked her lips as
the bedroom door opened. The first man through was fairly hot, well-muscled and
clean shaven. The one after him looked even better, and so on and so forth. The
last man through the door was downright handsome, strong jaw, sharp cheekbones,
all the things Nagi liked. All in all, there were half a dozen studs in the
room with her, all of them wanting a piece of her body. Nagi couldn’t wait.
 
“Hello, everybody. I’m Nagi. And you are…?”

The men glanced back and forth between one another. Then the most handsome one
spoke up.
 
“We’re from the guild of leatherworkers.” Something inside Nagi pulsed at the
thought of them demonstrating their products on her. “We just made a big sale,
so we’re celebrating with a night out. The girl downstairs said you were the
new one, so we thought…”
 
Nagi nodded. Honestly, she didn’t care about their reasons for visiting her
that much. What she cared about was their muscular bodies and thick cocks.
Still, it wasn’t proper to show such a crass level of interest. The room didn’t
have the facilities for a proper tea ceremony or anything, but at least Nagi
could make them comfortable before they got down to business.
 
Half an hour had passed. It had been an enjoyable half hour, with Nagi learning
the names of her clients and a bit about them. They’d slowly undressed, and
surrounded her, until she was encircled, closed in by hard, thick cocks. Even
as they got closer and closer, Nagi kept on acting as the perfect hostess,
putting them at ease and discussing their lives. But now that time was over.
 
One of the men behind her pushed Nagi forward, sending her falling onto the
bed. She yelped in excitement, just as ready to begin as they were. She lay
there for a minute, letting the guests get a good look at her ass. She knew it
was a fine ass, made fit and muscular from all her exercise. If she was very
lucky, they might even start spanking her, and make her rear jiggle. She had
good memories of being double teamed like that, a watchman spanking her while
he fucked her ass as his partner filled her throat.
 
Sadly, none of the current group imitated the men from that long ago coupling.
Instead, one of the men in front of her, Nagi couldn’t really get a good view
of faces from this angle, stepped forward. Nagi raised her head just enough for
him to press his cock and balls against her face. Nagi sighed in delight. It
was hot and smelled nice and a flick of her tongue showed that it tasted nice
too. It was going to be a real treat to suck on this cock, Nagi thought. But
why waste anticipating it, when she could have it?
 
Nagi opened her mouth wide. The man, whoever he was, took the invitation, and
slid his dick into her mouth. His balls pressed against her face as he went
further and further in. Nagi had trained enough that her gag reflex had
disappeared, and the man didn’t stop until he was as far inside as he could go.
 
He stayed there for a while, his cock buried down Nagi’s throat.  Nagi was
quite okay with that. She liked dicks in her mouth. Dicks in her pussy and ass
were pretty good too. Nagi approved of cocks in general, really. Inside her, in
between her tits, wrapped in her fingers, whatever. So long as they were big
and thick and hard, she liked them.
 
And it looked like she was going to get her fill today. The other men had
gotten hard, watching her take their friend all the way to his balls. Nagi was
surrounded by hard cocks, all of them pointing at her. She smiled in happiness.
 
Nagi felt hands on her knees, gently spreading them apart. She let them,
revealing her peach. She wiggled in happiness as she heard some wolf whistles
as the crowd got a look at her core. She made sure to take good care of her
pussy, since you never knew when the chance to have sex with a good-looking man
could come along.
 
A hand spread Nagi’s folds apart, and she moaned. She was already wet from
being naked and surrounded by so many men. She needed a dick inside her, and
she needed it now! She thrust her hips back and forth, trying to invite someone
in. Fingerbanging could feel nice, but she wasn’t alone and horny. She was with
a bunch of men and horny. The difference in circumstances obviously meant a
difference in how she was pleasured.
 
Nagi loved getting spitroasted. It wasn’t as good as getting a full gangbang,
but it was enjoyable regardless. The feel of thick, hard dicks pumping into
her, going down her throat and filling her pussy, was amazing. It also helped
that the man fucking her pussy was considerate enough to pay attention to her
clitoris. He was using slow, circular strokes around her button, not pressing
too hard, but just enough to send a constant stream of pleasure up Nagi’s
spine.
 
Nagi listened with half an ear to the conversation the other men were having.
They were discussing how best to pick her up and arrange her so that one of
them could fuck her ass. She let them talk, knowing that she would almost
certainly enjoy whatever they decided.
 
As they argued over the best way to maneuver her, one of the men got bored. He
started playing with Nagi’s nipples as he talked, pinching and then massaging
them. Nagi moaned around the cock in her mouth. She knew she didn’t have the
biggest bust in the world, but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy them getting
attention.
 
Finally, a dozen warm, strong hands descended on her. They picked Nagi up, and
held her about a foot above the bed. She whined as the cocks inside her slipped
out, but at least she didn’t scrape her teeth against the shaft of the man she
was giving a blowjob to. That would not have been enjoyable for either of them.
 
As the men held her up, one lucky guy crawled onto the bed underneath her. At
his signal, they lowered Nagi back down. She smiled, feeling a hard, warm cock
pressed against her lower back. So that was how they planned to fuck her. She
approved. There were very few positions she’d tried that she didn’t approve of,
though. With the exception of ones designed to be used in drawings, to show off
bodies instead of giving pleasure, Nagi enjoyed most of the ways to have sex.
Doggy style, missionary style, laps, sixty-nining, Nagi had tried them all and
approved of them all.
 
Nagi lifted her hips up, giving the man beneath her room to work. She gasped, a
smile forming on her face, as she felt something thick and hard press against
her rear entrance. She pushed back, and he pushed forward, and soon Nagi’s ass
was plugged by a stranger’s cock.
 
The man pulled down on her hips, and she sank with them, finally coming to
rest. His dick went deeper and deeper into her ass, forcing Nagi’s tight walls
apart. Her delighted squeals were cut off as the man near her head tugged her
back onto his dick. An ass fuck always felt so good.
 
Nagi’s folds were dripping wet, needing a cock to slide between them. She
closed her eyes in happiness when that happened, a thick cock filling her
pussy. For the first time in far too long, Nagi was getting fucked in all three
holes. That was as close to heaven as anything she’d ever heard of.
 
Nagi let her hands get grabbed. Soon, they were wrapped around two more cocks.
They were big and hard, and felt wonderful in Nagi’s grip. She started slowly
stroking them, going up and down, up and down. At this rate, they wouldn’t cum,
but they would be nice and hard and ready to use on Nagi when one of her holes
were available.
 
Nagi settled into the comfortable, familiar routine of getting gangbanged.
Cocks went in and out of her, men called her a variety of different names, and
Nagi concentrated on enjoying herself. And that wasn’t hard. Her ass was very
sensitive compared to most women, and it was easy for her to cum from it. As
for her mouth, well, while she’d never managed an orgasm from there, it was a
wonderful contributing factor, just like running her hands over her inner
thighs. And right now, when her mouth and her ass and her pussy were filled by
thick, hard cocks, while strong hands played with the rest of her body? There
was no way Nagi couldn’t cum from that.
 
Her first orgasm didn’t take very long at all. Within a few minutes, she was
quaking, her pussy and ass tightening down around the dicks inside her as she
came. None of the men could see her face, but they could still tell when she
came. They laughed and joked with each other about how easily she reached
orgasm. Nagi didn’t care. So long as she kept on getting to cum, they could say
anything they liked about.
 
Finally, Nagi got her first cumshot of the day. The man using her throat
groaned, and jerked his hips forward. Nagi moaned in anticipation, the
vibration of it running through his cock. It was all he needed. Nagi felt the
dick inside her pulse as the balls resting against her face twitched.
 
Nagi could see a blue glow hovering near the ceiling. She was touched
(emotionally, not physically). It was so nice of Tear to come and watch over
her first time entertaining clients. Actually, hadn’t Recette said something
about that? That Tear almost always watched over her during her sessions? That
was so considerate and thoughtful of her.
 
Nagi’s attention was drawn from watching Tear watch her as another man walked
up to her. She knew what he wanted, and Nagi was already to give out a blowjob
to such a handsome man. She opened her mouth, and eagerly accepted another man.
 
It was a wonderful feeling, being sandwiched between three strong men. They
could easily pull Nagi’s body this way and that, not leaving her much to do
besides accept the hard fucking they were giving her. Their firm grips meant
that she was moving just as much as they were, which was certainly nice to the
man underneath her. He wouldn’t be able to get that much hip action but as
Nagi’s body was moved up and down, his cock slid in and out of her ass just
like he was on top of her.
 
Underneath the raw, primal lust and excitement of fucking, Nagi felt a deeper
kind on contentment. It was very satisfying to bring so much pleasure to
people, and the fact that she could feel good from it to made it even better.
Nagi often thought about how she could have more sex, and scenes like this was
the reason why.
 
Nagi squirmed as the man fucking her pussy came. White hot heat blossomed in
her core as he reached climax, his thick seed spraying her core. It was enough
to make her cum, again, and she panted as her orgasm wrung her out. The men
using her didn’t pause for a second, but kept on fucking her. That was just the
way she wanted it, too. Less than a minute later, Nagi was ready for her next
orgasm, and started working towards it. Squeezing down around the cocks inside
her, shifting back and forth to rub her clit against the man using her pussy,
remembering past gangbangs, there were a dozen different ways for Nagi to work
towards her orgasm, even without her hands free.
 
Nagi’s orgasms could be bone-deep, soul-satisfying affairs, but she had the
endurance to go again and again. Her personal best was one night a few years
ago, where she’d had over twenty orgasms between sun down and sun up.
Admittedly, some drugs had helped her with that, but it was still an impressive
feat. Nagi didn’t think she’d match that, or even come close, today, but at
least she could try. And, in doing so, help her guests reach multiple orgasms
of their own as well.
 
The guest using her pussy was replaced by one of the men Nagi had been giving
handjobs to. And that meant all the clients had had access to her holes. Nagi
knew that neither they nor herself would be satisfied with just one go-around,
of course, but it was still an important milestone to reach. The next one would
be when everyone was too tired to even think of going for another round, though
Nagi sincerely hoped that wouldn’t be for hours.
 
With her hands now free, Nagi reached up and grabbed the thighs of the man
plundering her throat. She didn’t push back or anything, but just let her palms
rest against his skin. The additional contact felt nice, and it meant her
fingers wouldn’t be cramping when it came time for Nagi to give out handjobs
again.
 
As time went on, Nagi was moved into different positions. One of the clients
had a bad back, and couldn’t lie down with Nagi on top of him. That wouldn’t
have been a problem, except he also wanted a go at Nagi’s ass. The solution
they worked out was for Nagi to turn around and lie on her stomach. That way,
he could use her ass while standing. Nagi didn’t object, especially since his
dick was so nice and big and felt wonderful in her ass.
 
One of the men crowding around her groaned. He’d been masturbating (a major
waste, since Nagi had two free hands) to the sight of the small woman getting
gangbanged. His hand sped up, almost blurring as he yanked his hand up and down
his cock. After a few seconds, he gasped in relief as he came. Cum shot out
from him, landing on Nagi. It splattered on her breasts, covering her valley
with his thick seed.
 
Nagi was conflicted about that. One on hand, cum on her body felt nice, at
least while it was fresh. On the other hand, he’d done it all by himself,
without using the services he was entitled to as a customer. If he had just
been a bit more patient, he could have enjoyed Nagi’s charms, and would have
had his choice about where to cum: inside or outside. Instead, he wasted his
opportunity on a handjob. It was enough to make Nagi weep, really.
 
Oh well, at least there were plenty of other big dicks and hard bodies to help
take her mind off things. Nagi leaned back against the man thrusting into her
ass. Her mouth was free, for the moment, though it took several tries before
she got enough cum down her throat to properly enunciate.
 
“Please, honored guests, feel free to make use of my body however you please. I
am here for your satisfaction.”
 
There was a pause while all the men stared at her. Then they all, every single
one, burst into laughter. Nagi frowned. She wasn’t trying to be funny, she was
trying to be respectful. Politeness and decorum were important to have in any
situation, including while getting gangbanged by utter strangers for money.
 
Deciding that the customers were more interested in her mouth than her voice,
Nagi started sucking on another cock, pouting somewhat. Her discontent was soon
forgotten as lust built back up in her. The man below her started playing with
her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
 
Nagi moaned around the cock in her mouth as the pleasurable sensations in her
chest radiated out through her body. She closed her eyes to better feel the
wonderful heat inside her. The hard dicks pounding her pussy and ass, the
strong hands wandering over her body, the salty taste of cum in her mouth, any
one would have been great. All of them, and more, together? It was more than
Nagi could take.
 
This time, Nagi’s orgasm matched the one of the man fucking her mouth. She
tried to moan around the semen filling her mouth, but the thick cum just ran
down her chin as she opened her mouth. Nagi swallowed as much as she could, but
the man was verybacked up, and he pumped more and more cum into Nagi. She
couldn’t keep up, and soon her entire chin was white, and she was still
swallowing.
 
By the time the man withdrew, Nagi felt like she’d tried to swallow an ocean.
Her stomach felt full, warm and full, and her mouth was still gooey with cum.
Cum formed long strands hanging off her chin, before the movement of her body
plastered them back onto her.
 
Nagi was delighted. She hadn’t had this much cum to swallow in almost a year.
Her only regret was that it was unlikely she’d get an equally large cumshot in
her ass or pussy. Sure, over time, she’d get more, but there was something so
amazing about it happening all at once. Just stream after stream of cum,
filling her hole, and then overflowing and running down her skin, that thick,
white, sticky tide washing over her… Nagi shivered in delight at the thought.
 
Now that her mouth was temporarily free, Nagi could give voice to her feelings.
She didn’t bother to form actual words, instead opting for short moans, timed
to the thrusting of the men claiming her pussy and her ass.
 
She braced herself on the firm chest of the man beneath her, thrusting her hips
back against him and his friend. She was reminded all over again why she loved
cock. It wasn’t just the hot loads of cum they’d give her, but almost
everything about them. The smell as they were pressed against her face before
she gave them a blowjob, the taste of them on her tongue, the sound of them
pounding into her wet pussy, it was a delight to all five senses. Sometimes,
Nagi wondered how she got through the day without a cock or two.
 
The day wore on, the men using every hole Nagi had, repeatedly. She welcomed it
all, constantly grinding against whoever was in her, and offering encouragement
to the others. If she was giving a blowjob, then she would try to face away
from them, and shake her cum-splattered rear. If her pussy or ass were being
used, she’d talk, praising whoever was fucking her and begging the others to
get hard again so they could get back in the game.
 
Nagi reaped her reward for her efforts time and time again. Her body shook with
orgasm after orgasm, until she almost lost coherence. Eventually, she did. When
two men came into her ass and pussy at the same time, Nagi was finally lost in
a fog of pleasure, and didn’t come out of it for a while. She only regained her
faculties when a limp cock was pulled out of her and was not replaced.
 
Nagi murmured a goodbye to the men as they left. She slumped down onto the bed,
utterly exhausted. Her body was covered in cum, from head to toe. It was
especially thick around her mouth and crotch, just solid white as the cum
flowed over her skin. She was going to need take a long bath. Later, though.
Right now, just lifting her head was about the maximum exertion Nagi could
muster.
 
Nagi flopped her head to one side, looking upwards. Tear was still there,
hovering in a corner. She yelped as Nagi looked at her, and yanked her hand out
from underneath her skirt. She coughed, and floated down next to Nagi. Nagi
smiled lazily at her.
 
“Hello, Tear. Did I do well?”
 
“Uh, well,” Tear glanced to the side and coughed again. Nagi could see that her
tiny, tiny cheeks were flushed. “Yes, yes you did very well. I think your
services will fill a valuable niche here at Recettear.”
 
Nagi smiled, and reached out to pat Tear’s head with a finger. The fairy
scowled and moved out of the way, hovering out of reach.
 
“Get cleaned up, and Recette will give you your share of the pay. Now, if
you’ll excuse me, I have… stuff I need to take care of.”
 
Nagi nodded, and watched Tear fly out the door. It was a good thing her clients
hadn’t completely shut the door behind them, she supposed, since she wasn’t up
for opening it for Tear, and she doubted the fairy was strong enough to work
the latch by herself. Ha, her elf.
 
Nagi went to sleep, a smile on her lips at her pun.
***** Chapter 3 *****
                                        
Tear looked up as the bell hanging over the front door rang. Recette was with a
client in the back, so it was up to her to manage the front desk. And keep the
inventory accurate. And help customers as they looked over the displays. And
fill out almost every scrap of paperwork that filled out in the store.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that they’d have to give out money, Tear
would have had Recette hire an assistant long ago.
 
Tear sighed and flew over to the door, blue wings beating. She sighed again
when she saw who the customer was. Charme. Recette had a knack for collecting
disreputable characters, and Charme was the most disreputable of them all, even
beating out Louie. Still, she did have money, and Recette would sulk if Tear
threw her out, so she didn’t really have a choice.
 
“Welcome to the Recettear Brothel and Item Shop. How can I help you?”
 
As Tear flew closer to the human, she noticed some more subtle details. There
was a rosy glow to Charme’s cheeks, and she was gently swaying from side to
side. Tear sighed again. Charme was drunk. Correction, she was drunk enough to
be acting like she was drunk, which meant she was very drunk indeed.
 
“Heeyyy, Tear. Where’s, where’s, you know?” Charme vaguely gestured with her
hands. “The little one. That little cutie!” Her voice abruptly rose on the last
syllable.
 
“Merde. Recette is busy with a client. A paying client. I’m sure you can
understand why she isn’t here.” And since it was Nagi’s day off, that meant
there was no one else to deal with Charme.
 
“Oh yeah? That’sss too bad.” Charme came further into the shop, bumping against
a display stand as she walked towards the counter. Tear followed close behind
her, making sure that nothing was knocked to the floor and that Charme didn’t
pocket anything. “She, she, she’s such a lil’ cutie. Don’t you just wanna eat
her up?”
 
“No.”
 
Charme didn’t seem to really process Tear’s blunt answer. As the fairy flew out
in front of her, hovering over the counter, she looked around, a smile forming
on her lips.
 
“So, Tear. You’re such a good pal, I was wondering…” She remained silent for a
long while. Just as Tear was reaching the end of her patience, she started
speaking again. “You got any of that Perlanian cognac around? ‘Booze of the
World’ had an article on it, and mmm…” Charme rolled her eyes in mimed ecstasy.
 
“I saw that and I just had to have it. A little taste of ho- sounded good,
sounded real good.” Tear’s eyes narrowed at Charme’s verbal backtracking. Just
another piece of evidence for the pile, she supposed. It also meant Charme was
still sober enough to keep at least a loose grip on her tongue.
 
“Annnyway, do you have it?” Charme had an eager light in her eyes, like a
puppy. A smelly, drunken puppy. Tear hated dogs.
 
“…As a matter of fact, we do.” Charme brightened up, and Tear allowed herself a
tight smile. “In fact we only have a single bottle of it, and the vendor said
there was not another bottle in the city.”
 
Charme was reaching under her shirt for her coinpurse. Tear allowed herself a
tight little smile. Then she named the price.
 
Charme flinched back like she had been struck. She gaped at Tear, and then at
the purse in her hands. Tear, then the purse. Tear, then the purse. Slowly,
sadly, she tucked the leather bag back underneath her shirt. She sighed
forlornly, a cloud of vaporized alcohol washing over Tear. The fairy flinched
in turn.
 
As Charme slowly prepared to leave, her head hanging, a door behind Tear
slammed. The fairy turned around to see a nervous young man exiting the lower
bedroom. He was still tugging his clothes into place as he walked around the
counter.
 
Recette followed him, a spring in her step. She waved goodbye and hopped up
onto her stool behind the counter, all in the same breath. As the client
stepped out of the store, she turned her attention and smile to Tear and
Charme.
 
“Hello Tear! Hello Charme! Are you here to buy anything, or do you just want to
talk?”
 
Tear opened her mouth, but Charme cut in front of her. The self-described berk
sighed, sounding heartbroken as she stared at Recette.
 
“Oh, Re, Recette, could you find it in your heart to,” she swayed back and
forth. “To be kinder than your cruel, cruel partner?”
 
Tear bridled, and spun around.

“Excuse me? I am not cruel. I am merely displaying eminently reasonable
business sense in not letting a such a valuable piece of merchandise walk out
our front door.”
 
Charme ignored her, continuing to direct her attentions to Recette.
 
“She won’t even give a drink to a poor lonely woman, who’s all alone in the
world. How can such a cute girl like you stand to work with such a cruel,
heartless monster?”

“Ehhehe.” Recette chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her head. Tear had
crossed her arms and was glaring at the thief.
 
“If you can’t pay for the bottle, then you don’t have any further business
here,” Tear said coolly.
 
Charme shook her head and looked around the room for inspiration.
 
“No, wait, wait, wait. What if I pay you back?”
 
“I hardly think you’ll ever be in a position to make up the cost of that
cognac. It costs far more than someone who makes her living looting gnolls and
mushrooms could ever hope to acquire.” Charme bit her lip, swaying from side to
side. Then Tear had an idea. “Maybe you could earn the cost of the cognac
working here.”
 
Charme deflated, undoubtedly at the thought of having to work an honest job
selling her body for money. Tear wasn’t moved by her theatrical performance.
While it was impressive that she could summon tears on demand, the way she kept
peeking up at Tear and Recette robbed the performance of its impact.
 
“Ehhh? Charme would work here without pay?” Recette looked confused.
 
Tear coughed, and assumed her lecturing tone.
 
“There is a great deal of precedent that allows people’s pay to be deducted to
repay damages or debts. It would be perfectly acceptable for Charme to work
here and all her earnings to be put toward the bottle of cognac.”
 
As Tear spoke, she warmed to the idea. It would solve the understaffing problem
for several months while Charme earned enough money. And getting to be the boss
of someone she had a low-key dislike for was also appealing. It was a pity they
couldn’t finalize the deal tonight.
 
Contracts formed under the influence of alcohol or other mind-altering
substances were strictly illegal. Otherwise, Tear would have had a pen and
paper out in a heartbeat. She was sure now was the time to get Charme to agree
on how much she would be paid.
 
Sadly, she doubted Charme would agree to a rate of one pix per day once she
sobered up. Just another case of intrusive laws stifling the small
businesswoman. No. Not small. The… Tear was distracted from trying to think up
of another word that didn’t call attention to her diminutive stature by
Recette.
 
“You mean I get to see more of Charme? Yayifications!”
 
Tear nodded as Recette cheered. She turned her attention to Charme as the thief
smiled at Recette’s antics.
 
“Go to whatever place you call home and sober up, Charme. Come back tomorrow
when you’re sober.”
 
Charme sighed deeply, and looked imploringly at Recette. The young girl looked
back and forth between Tear and Charme before finally nodding, supporting her
partner. Charme sighed again and left, acting very melodramatic. Tear thought
there was a fifty-fifty chance of her showing up tomorrow.
 
                                *The Next Day*
                                        
The shop/brothel was doing a fine business today. Nagi was working, so anyone
interested in the physical side of things could join her and the several other
men in a back room. Up front, Recette and Tear were doing a brisk business
selling merchandise to a variety of customers.
 
When Charme came in, she did so without her usual swagger and verve. She darted
inside, and stuck to the walls, avoiding the gazes of the few customers who
cast curious glances in her direction. She examined a display of double-ended
dildoes until the customer Recette and Tear were helping finalized her purchase
and left the counter. Then, and only then, did Charme come up to the front of
the store.
 
“Hello Charme!” Recette cheerily said.
 
Charme muttered a greeting to her and Tear, before falling silent. Both Recette
and Tear watched her slowly shift her weight from one foot to the next before
Tear finally broke the silence.
 
“Are you here about what we talked about last night?”
 
Charme nodded jerkily, but still stayed silent. Tear sighed. As wonderful as
not having to deal with innuendos and double meanings were, it still took two
people to make a conversation. Perhaps the thief would do better once there was
only her and Tear.
 
“Keep watching the store,” Tear said. She flew to hover next to Charme. “I’ll
take the riffraff into the back and run her through her paces.”
 
Recette nodded and waved goodbye, turning her attention to a customer wanting
to buy an illustrated book on the sexual positions for old age.
 
Tear led Charme into one of Recettear’s back rooms. They would have quite a lot
to go over before Charme took her first client. The pay, for one. Tear would
let Recette handle that, since the little girl was a much better negotiator
than Tear. But Tear would be the one drafting the contract for Charme to sign.
Telling her the rules of the store, and when she was allowed to slap a
customer. But first of all…
 
“How much do you know about what you’ll have to be doing?”
 
Tear was honestly interested. Charme certainly seemed like the type who’d never
lack of company, so long as that company didn’t pass out on the alcohol fumes
wafting off of her. She wasn’t expecting Charme’s reaction.
 
Charme turned a deep shade of red. The carpet became unaccountably fascinating
as she intently studied it. Just as Tear was about to force the issue, Charme
spoke.
 
“Okay, maybe I’ll need a few pointers, but I’m sure it can’t be that hard. So
if you just give me a lecture for a few minutes, I’ll go out there and wow
people with my knowledge.”
 
Tear stared at in confusion. She really didn’t know what Charme’s problem was.
Which one of Charme’s many problems and flaws was currently the issue, rather.
 
“… All right. What do you need help with?”
 
Charme waved her hand, breezily. She tried to make her voice sound just as
carefree, but it was obvious there was a sense of dread creeping up underneath
it.
 
“Oh, just, you know the basics. No, not the basics, I mean the advanced stuff.
Like, um, how much should I be charging people? I have no idea how much
prostitutes make, you know? Wouldn’t want to undercharge someone for access to
my amazing body.”
 
Tear stared at her, eyes narrowed to slits.
 
“Recette said you were trying to take her to a male prostitute. That was how
she got the idea for the change in store direction in the first place.”
 
Charme laughed, unease bubbling underneath her voice.
 
“Yeah, yeah, but… I just haven’t been able to find a guy who meets my
standards, you know? Not here in Pensee. But in other towns I’ve been too, yes.
I have lots of sex with the men there.”
 
She was talking much too fast, and looking at the walls. Tear felt a suspicion
rise within her.
 
“Charme, have you ever had sex before?”
 
Her silence was answer enough.
 
“Merde.” Tear pinched her nose. “How big of a display would Recette have seen
if she stuck around? No, don’t answer.”
 
Tear thought for a while as Charme stared at the floor. Finally, the fairy
sighed.
 
“I suppose we don’t have a choice on the matter. If you’re going to work here
for us, I’ll have to train you on how to be a prostitute.”
 
“First things first. Let me get a good look at you.” Tear paused for a beat.
“By which I mean strip naked, not just wink and smile at me.”
 
Charme blushed. She opened her mouth to say something, but seemed to think
better of it. After a moment’s hesitation, she started pulling at her clothes.
 
Charme stripped quickly enough, but there was no sense of style or
seductiveness to it. She just took off her clothes, without any kind of shimmy
or shake whatsoever.
 
As she stood in the center of her clothing, Tear flew around her. The theif had
her arms crossed underneath her breasts and was self-consciously shifting. That
would change soon enough. Either the embarrassment would be trained out of her
by experience, or she’d use it as a fetish to attract customers.
 
Tear was glad to see that Charme had a very good pair of breasts. Medium
running to big, which was still a lot more than Nagi or Recette. Tear herself
had, for her frame, a good pair of breasts, but the problem was that she was
still too tiny for it to mean much. There was no way a customer could actually
play with them, or do anything besides visually admire them. It was a problem,
the few times somebody had requested Tear’s services.
 
Charme had a nice body in general. Smooth skin with no major scars, a round
rear, and a face that, when it wasn’t drooling from too much drink, was alive
with thoughts and energy.
 
Her clothes would work for her new job as well. Just like Recette’s clothes
exuded youthfulness and innocence and Nagi’s slipped open invitingly, the large
amount of midriff Charme normally bared would work well. And if she tugged that
zipper down to show off some cleavage… Yes, Tear thought she’d just have to
lose the metal bracer and some of the belts and she’d be ready to go.
 
Tear flew up to Charme’s breast. She hovered just a few inches in front of the
thief’s nipple. She let her tiny, miniscule hands play across the bountiful
skin on display. Charme grunted, but remained still. Indulging in a fit of
whimsy, Tear tried to take Charme’s nipple in her mouth. After all, Recette
moaned in a most pleasing manner whenever Tear did that to her.
 
She opened as far as she could, stretching her jaw until it hurt. But she just
couldn’t make it. A full-grown woman’s nipple was just too big for Tear to
handle. Tear gave up eventually, realizing that it just wasn’t happening. And
now that she had failed, she would act as if that had never happened and not
respond if Charme brought it up. If it worked for cats, it would work for her.
 
Not that Tear had embarrassed herself in any manner whatsoever, but she was
ready to move onto a different topic now. She coughed and flew up, level with
Charme’s head.
 
“How do you masturbate? Is your hymen still intact?”
 
Charme blushed. If that was all it took to make her blush, she’d be beet-red as
long as she worked here, Tear thought.
 
“I- no, that tore years ago. I, uh, touch myself a couple times a week.” The
floor seemed to have an unaccountable fascination for Charme as she fixedly
stared at it.
 
“I’ll need to examine it,” Tear decided. And there was no better examination
than a hands-on examination.
 
Tear flew down to Charme’s hips and gestured for her to back up to the bed
against one wall. Charme lay down on it and spread her legs, blushing all the
while. Tear hovered close to Charme’s crotch. Despite her embarrassed attitude,
Tear could still see the slightest flush of arousal. She ran her hand along one
of Charme’s lips, and felt a touch of dampness. She nodded to herself. It was a
good start, but Charme would need to be more aroused for what was to come.
 
Raising her voice, Tear called out to Charme.
 
“Think about whatever it is you think about when you masturbate.” She paused
for a second. “And don’t tell me. I don’t need to hear about your sexual
attraction to whiskey.”
 
Tear heard Charme rest her head against the pillow. She dismissed it from
consideration, and focused on her job. Tear pressed the palm of one hand
against Charme’s clit. She started rubbing it, moving her hand in circles and
coaxing the sensitive nub of flesh out from underneath its protective hood of
skin.
 
Tear knew that there were many other ways to arouse someone, but, given the
relative sizes between a full-grown fairy and a full-grown human, focusing on
Charme’s clitoris offered the quickest route to make her aroused enough for
Tear to continue her inspection. She still used her other hand to stroke
Charme’s lower lips, but she knew her hand was just too small to matter much.
 
Charme lifted her arms to play with her breasts, sighing as she touched
herself. Tear nodded approvingly. Their newest employee was getting more and
more aroused, and beads of arousal were forming more and more quickly. Curious,
Tear leaned forward and licked up a droplet. It flooded her mouth with the
taste, and she spluttered as she drank too quickly.
 
Charme had her own distinct taste. The taste of salt lingered in Tear’s mouth
and she ran her tongue along the insides of her mouth, lapping up as much
residue as she could. Cum and arousal both had such interesting tastes, Tear
had found. Especially in humans, though she knew humans thought the same of
faeries.
 
Tear kept on licking and rubbing, and soon Charme was moaning and moving her
legs. Not too much, which was a good thing for Tear. Otherwise, she would have
had to break out the leather straps to keep Charme’s lower body in place, at
least while she was in between the human’s thighs. (Not that Tear ever needed
much of a reason to break out he bondage gear, for her or for others.)
 
Pausing for a minute, Tear flew backwards a bit. She started tugging at her own
collection of clothes, removing her tights, skirt and top. Soon, she was
completely naked. Normally, removing Tear’s outer clothes would have just
revealed whatever set of bondage gear or lacy underwear she was wearing, but
since she knew this would be happening today, Tear had gone naked underneath
her outer layers.
 
Tear returned to brushing Charme’s clit, but her other hand ran down her own
body and in between her legs. She was already somewhat aroused, partly from
playing with another woman, and partly because she’d been thinking about this
all day and most of last night.
 
Charme concentrated on playing with her breasts, as Tear worked down below. As
Tear drew out Charme’s arousal, she was masturbating faster and faster,
slipping a finger in and out of her slit as her thumb rubbed her button. As the
two of them worked in tandem, Charme’s walls got more and more wet and more and
more relaxed. Finally, her lower lips parted enough to satisfy Tear.
 
And now that Charme was sufficiently aroused, it was time for the next,
completely necessary step. It was so necessary that Tear was unable to
adequately describe its importance. She grabbed Charme’s lower lips, and gently
pulled them apart. Once they were separated, Tear flew forward. She slowly
crawled inside Charme’s pussy. This was obviously the only way to inspect
Charme’s, or any other woman’s, pussy. If other alternatives were brought up
that didn’t involve Tear doing a spot of exploration, she would suddenly become
hard of hearing.
 
It was easy to get her upper body inside Charme. Since Tear still had a firm
grip on Charme’s outer lips, she just had to do a reverse chin-up. Once she was
mostly inside, Tear found it harder going. It wasn’t as easy to get a grip.
Both because Charme’s insides were significantly more lubricated and slippery,
and because Tear didn’t want to squeeze down too hard on the sensitive flesh
she was surrounded by.
 
Tear wiggled her way further and further inside, until she was completely
surrounded by Charme’s warm, wet walls. She enjoyed this, being surrounded by
another woman. Getting to feel her arousal, her warmth, all the most sensitive,
inner-most parts of her. Tear opened her mouth and let a drop of arousal flood
her mouth. It tasted so wonderful.
 
Tear snaked an arm down her body, back in between her legs. She started
masturbating again as she slowly turned inside Charme’s pussy. Her own arousal
dripped out from between her legs and mingled with Charme’s. Tear didn’t know
and didn’t much care what the human woman was thinking about this. So long as
she didn’t try to pull Tear out, that was good enough.
 
Tear wiggled around, trying to make Charme feel as good as she was feeling. Her
own small, dainty hand was busy inside her, rubbing her clit and plunging in
and out of her sodden box. The other was playing with her breast, trying to get
as much pleasure as she could from her small chest.
 
Tear twisted and turned inside Charme’s pussy, loving the sensation of being
surrounded by her wet, tight walls. She’d done the same to Nagi when she had
started working at Recettear, and had enjoyed the larger amount of space she
had to move around. She’d also tried that with Recette, but hadn’t been able to
get all of her body in, and her coworker (and, Tear had to admit, friend) had
complained about how funny Tear felt inside of her.
 
Tear came, her own pussy squeezing down around her fingers as she gasped and
moaned. Nobody else could hear her, but she hoped that Charme could feel her
sounds of pleasure. Tear writhed around, pressing against the velvety walls as
her orgasm swept through her. She always came so hard when she did this, and
today was no exception.
 
As the aftermath of Tear’s orgasm passed through her, the fairy just lay there,
enjoying the sensation of being tightly surrounded by so much warmth and wet.
But she couldn’t stay in there forever. Not just because her business sense was
urging her to get the store’s newest attraction out on the floor, but also
because Tear had been told how embarrassing and or distracting it was for a
fairy to climb inside a human woman’s pussy and masturbate to completion.
 
Finally, though, it was time to leave. Tear slowly slid out of Charme, pushing
herself backwards until first her legs, then the rest of her body came out of
the human. Tear was an absolute mess, her entire body, from toes to the top of
her head, covered with Charme’s arousal. She would need an extra-long shower to
get her hair clean, and the rest of her body could use some water as well. And
of course, putting her clothes back on while she was still covered in arousal
was out of the question. Oh well, Tear would just have to fly around naked.
Such an inconvenience.
 
Tear flew up to Charme’s head. The thief was still lying on the bed, her hands
slowly tracing patterns on her breasts. Tear raised her closed fist to her
mouth and coughed.
 
“Well, it seems that your vagina is in excellent condition. Now that I’ve been
assured of that, it’s time to discuss some other aspects of your duties here.”
 
Charme nodded, slowly. Then she shook her head and nodded again, shaking off
the veils of lust that had been clouding her mind. She looked up at Tear and
let her hands fall to her sides.
 
“Hah, hah, did I pass?” Tear noticed her hands slowly sliding down her body, to
the spot Tear had just left.
 
“Pass? Oh, uh, yes. You did great. Now, onto other matters.” Tear wetly coughed
into her hand as she tried to remember what to do next.
 
“Now we have to go over the rules and regulations any member of the Recettear
Item Shop and Brothel is expected to adhere too.”
 
Tear didn’t need to consult a list for this. After all, she had been the one to
draw the commandments up, and was the only one who cared that much about them.
 
She started going over the various strictures, uncaring that Charme was
masturbating instead of listening to her. The rules and regulations were long
and varied, covering everything from how you shouldn’t wake Tear up before six
in the morning, to how to clean the bedding after meeting a client.
 
Charme reached her climax before Tear was done, and laid there, panting. She
listened with half an ear as Tear described how to mark down any products that
a customer bought and wanted to immediately try out on one of the staff.
Finally, as Tear explained how, as an icon of Recettear Item Shop and Brothel,
she was expected to act outside work hours, she reached her limit.
 
“So, what’s the next part of the training? Learning how to use perfume? I
already know that, and I’m sure I’ve used better fragrances than anything you’d
be able to buy. How about make-up? What do you want there?”

Tear glared, upset at being interrupted. She still had the final third of the
list to go through, and had assumed Charme would be distracted enough to let
her finish for once. Recette, obviously, had gotten bored less than halfway
through and had obviously started daydreaming about food. And Nagi, well, Tear
wasn’t certain how much of what she had said penetrated Nagi’s mind, but the
thought of trying to keep Nagi’s attention on something as long and complex as
Tear’s list of rules hardly seemed feasible.
 
 
“As a matter of fact, you’ll be practicing with a dildo and later an anal plug.
There should be one I the dresser next to you.”

As Charme dug around for the toy, Tear stared at her, fingers tapping against
her forearm. The mention of the anal plug had given her an idea. And since
Charme was already so close to that in personality…
 
“Charme, you’ll also have the honor of being the lead implementer of our new
line of catgirls. Once you get used to the anal plug, we’ll switch it out for a
tailplug. That and some cat ears should be fine. If you just act like yourself,
I’m sure no one will notice a difference.”
 
Tear stifled a shudder. Yes, Charme did act like a cat sometimes, the self-
assuredness and casual irritating with other people. Tear didn’t think much of
cats, who saw a tiny flying thing as something to catch and eat. But she knew
humans were infatuated with girls who dressed up like the mangy fleaballs, and
would pay good money to have sex with one of them. And Tear couldn’t turn down
money.
 
Tear filed those thoughts away for later consideration as Charme found the
dildo among the mess of other things in the drawer. The thief looked at it
skeptically, turning the large, purple shaft over in her hands as she obviously
mentally compared it’s size to the size of her vagina.
 
“Obviously, we know that you can handle objects of a certain size inside you,
but,” Tear coughed, feeling Charme’s arousal still drying on her, “we also need
to make sure that you can handle quick, repeated insertions. I want you to
masturbate with that until I tell you to stop.”
 
Charme looked at Tear and then at the dildo. Tear could tell what she was
thinking, but she was mostly wrong. Tear had just had an orgasm, so she
wouldn’t be masturbating to this display. Mostly, at least.  The objective
really was to make sure that Charme could handle the vigorous thrusts from a
partner.
 
 
Charme took a deep breath and lowered the toy to her crotch. She was already
wet enough that she didn’t need to lube up herself or the toy. Instead, she set
the tip of the toy against her slit and took a deep breath. She took another
breath, and pushed.
 
Charme moaned as the toy slid inside her. It went a good way in, more than two-
thirds of it getting swallowed by her. Tear watched patiently. She had been
sure Charme could take the dildo, but that wasn’t this was about.
 
The fairy nodded in satisfaction as Charme pulled the dildo out of her and then
thrust it back in. Her slow starting pace picked up as she grew more
comfortable with the toy. Tear was glad to see that Charme was using quick,
strong thrusts, making her body shake. It was good that she could handle that
kind of impact, especially once she started taking on two or three clients at
once.
 
Tear realized that Charme could actually be a valuable employee for Recettear.
She supposed they’d have to put that cognac bottle in storage for her after
all. As Charme moaned in orgasm, she kept on moving her hand, pulling the dildo
our and pushing it back in.
 
Tear coughed, ready to move on. When Charme didn’t stop, she coughed again. In
the end, she had slap Charme’s leg to get her to pay attention. The thief’s
hand slowed to a halt, and she looked down at Tear.
 
“Well done. Now, onto the next test. How to best…”
***** Chapter 4 *****
                              A Capitalism Ho! 4
                                        
Tear didn’t often have sessions with her customers. There were several reasons
for that. One was that, while she was ‘an ice-cold bitch’ who should ‘have the
stick in her ass replaced with a dick’, in the words of one disappointed
customer, she was too frail for anything really strenuous. While fairies were
flexible, taking even a human fingertip inside her would be suicide.
 
Another reason was that someone had to balance the books, and Tear was the only
option. Nagi and Recette were both too… high on life, too put it politely, to
trust. And while Charme was thoroughly grounded in reality, Tear didn’t trust
the thief with access to the sex shop and brothel’s books.
 
Of course, not often didn’t meant never. For… special clients, Tear was
available. Clients who were either fairies themselves, or could be trusted to
sit back and let Tear do the work without waving their mammoth, clumsy paws at
her delicate body. Tear rubbed herself against a man’s cock until he came once
or twice a month.
 
But today, it was with another fairy. The only other fairy who lived in Pensee,
actually. Prime. The dark-skinned fairy was by far Tear’s most regular
customer. And also her most aggressive. Recettear’s investment in fairy-sized
bondage equipment had paid off, given how often Prime wanted something spicier
than just fairy on fairy sex.
 
Racks made out of toothpicks, thimble-sized bondage outfits, and similarly
sized toys all got a thorough stress test whenever Prime came calling. And,
come to it, she usually came because she was stressed out. And today was no
different.
 
“You have no idea how lucky you are,” Prime said, as she lifted the paddle up.
“Day in and day out, it’s ‘Prime do this, Prime, get me that.” She swung down,
making the paddle bounce off of Tear’s rear. “Do you know how hard it is
setting up a brothel and sex shop?” Tear did, actually. “Especially when your
mistress spends all day deciding what color the curtains should be, and then
changes her mind once you order them?”
 
As Prime was ranting, her paddle fell another four times. Tear’s rear was
turning a dull red, with square marks showing where the slaps had landed. Every
time, Tear jolted forward, as far as her restraints would allow.
 
Prime switched to her other hand. This one was getting sore. She started up
again, both spanking and venting.
 
“This whole thing is taking four times longer than it should. Every little
damned thing needs to be changed twice over before she’s happy.” Prime let
loose with a particularly hard slap. “I blame you, you know. If you and Recette
hadn’t changed your market niche, Alouette would have been just fine with being
the Big Bash heiress.”
 
“But no,” Prime said, rolling her eyes. “Because her ‘rival’ is building a
brothel, that means Little Miss Heiress has to have one twice the size with
triple the number of girls.” Another series of blows landed on Tear’s ass, and
one made a wet slap on her pussy. “So that means I have to spend every waking
hour getting staff, begging money from her dad, and listening to her latest
brainwave. It. Gets. Very. Frustrating!” The last sentence was punctuated with
the paddle descending.
 
Tear was unable to share any words of wisdom she might have had. The ball gag
in her mouth kept her quite silent. Or rather, it kept her non-verbal. She made
plenty of grunts and squeals as Prime spanked her. Drool was running down her
chin and onto the floor. She was tied up with bright red rope, which made most
of her costume. The rope was attached to several points, keeping her legs
spread and her bent over, small breasts pointed at the floor.
 
Tear was quite aroused. She loved bondage, and she loved getting spanked. She
could do without Prime’s endless bellyaching, but her sense of professional
ethics told her it was wrong to tell a paying client to shut up so she could
properly enjoy getting spanked.
 
“And then there’s all the stuff she’s learning. Have you ever had to explain to
a preteen what a Donkey Dance is? I don’t even know what she’s reading to find
out about that stuff! All I know is that after a long day of trying to cater to
her idea of what a brothel should look like, I have to explain how to do stuff
women don’t even have the equipment to do.”
 
Prime’s shoulders heaved as she panted. She had obviously been bottling up her
frustrations for a while. Probably since the last time she came to visit Tear,
which had more or less played out the same way it was now. Tear thought there
were better ways of dealing with frustration. None of them would as painfully
fun for Tear as this, though.
 
Fun was an understatement, really. Tear was soaked. Her arousal was running
down her thighs, and her pussy ached, needing something to fill it. A dildo,
fingers, tongue, Tear didn’t care. If she had been untied, she would have
masturbated right in front of Prime. If she had been ungagged, she would have
begged for relief in as sweet a voice as she could manage. Since she wasn’t,
all Tear could do was wiggle her hips and wait for the next blow to send a
crack of blissful agony through her.
 
Prime obliged. She kept on ranting about the difficulties of her job as she
paddled Tear’s ass. Tear reflected that Prime would be an excellent source on
unknowing information if Recettear and her brothel ever ended up competing. The
hard-driving fairy just couldn’t help but share detail after detail of her
business life.
 
“And she insists on buying wall art from that crook.” Prime landed a blow that
made Tear scream around the ball gag. “Even though she’s obviously charging
Alouette a dozen times what it’s worth. She thinks it will make the place look
fancy.”
 
Prime stopped the spanking and sighed. She rested her hand on Tear’s back, in
between her wings. Her palm was cool against Tear’s flushed, sweating skin.
 
“I just don’t know what to do. I can’t get her to listen, and her dad’s too
busy keeping Big Bash afloat to spare the time. I’ve been working with him
since before she was born but…” She shook her head and stopped talking. There
was obviously more of a story there, but Tear didn’t care too much right now.
The aching need she felt was a much higher priority.
 
Prime finally set the paddle aside. Turning away from Tear’s burning, bright
red ass, she flew over to the equipment rack. Browsing the various kinky toys
on display, she finally selected one. Grabbing it, she flew back to Tear, and
hovered over her. The blue themed fairy craned her head to look up at the dark-
skinned woman.
 
Prime sported a rather large strap-on. While it wouldn’t even be big enough to
tear the hymen of a human woman, it was worryingly large for Tear to
contemplate entering her. Not that she had a choice, or was really that
worried. It looked big, but Tear had thoroughly tested each and every piece of
equipment in the room before giving it her mark of approval. She knew she could
take it.
 
Prime ran a hand down the thick, studded shaft, smirking as she adjusted it. It
was one of the bigger dildoes available for a fairy. The studded rod grew
thicker as it ran down to the base, and it wasn’t exactly narrow at the bulbed
hear.. There was an open bottle of lube in her other hand as she got it ready
to tear Tear a new one.
 
“Tear, I’m going to fuck those glasses right off of your face,” Prime declared,
narrowed eyes examining her bound counterpart. The thought of further
submission and degradation from Tear seemed to have improved her mood.
 
Tear was surprised that her glasses had stayed on so long. Normally a blindfold
was normal for her sessions with Prime. On the other hand, her glasses were
held onto her face pretty solidly. How forceful was Prime going to be with her?
Probably as forceful as all her other sessions, really. It was a good thing
fairies healed quickly, otherwise Tear would have bruises for a week after
every round with her counterpart.
 
As Prime walked around Tear’s body, there was one question on the blue-themed
fairy’s mind. Would Prime be using her ass, or her pussy. Either felt good,
really. Getting stretched around a monster of a cock was a sure way to drive
Tear to orgasm after orgasm. Not that Prime was paying all this money so that
Tear could have an orgasm, but Tear was a strong believer in finding ways to
enjoy her work.
 
Tear couldn’t remember how large the plugs were for the harness Prime was
using, but she was sure her rival must be feeling quite stretched in both
holes. On the other hand, Tear also knew that some people could get off on
punishing people, just like some people could get off on being punished. Sexual
stimulation wasn’t required. So it was possible that Prime’s ass and pussy were
empty, and she was just planning to enjoy the sight of Tear getting stuffed.
 
Tear’s whole body shivered as she felt the strap-on press against her pussy.
Her arousal and its lube mixed as she felt the huge head prod against her lips.
Prime grunted and pushed forward. Tear opened up around her and the dildo
started to sink into the fairy.
 
Prime had to slowly inch her way inside Tear. For all that fairies were fairly
elastic, it was still a small opening and a big rod. And the bumps and
protrusions on the shaft made the progress even slower. But while Prime may not
have been satisfied with the pace, it was more than enough for Tear.
 
The bound fairy’s eyes were wide, and her mouth would have been hanging open
even without the gag. It felt like a tree trunk was being pushed inside her,
molding her around it. Tear was shaking in her restraints as she felt herself
being deformed, being wrapped around the fake dick that Prime was pushing
inside of her.
 
The bumps on the dildo felt so amazing, as each one slipped inside Tear. She
felt like she was being turned into a cocksleeve, something that only existed
to be wrapped around the dildo. By the time Prime bottomed out inside her
whore, Tear was hanging limply in her restraints, utterly blissed out on the
painful pleasure of having such a large toy shoved inside her.
 
And then Prime started to pull out. Tear twitched and moaned as the dick was
removed from her stuffed pussy. Prime drew her hips back until only the bulbed
head of the dildo was still inside Tear. Then she pushed forward again. The
dildo went in easier this time, since Tear’s pussy had already been stretched.
 
Soon, Tear was gurgling again as she felt the strap-on fill her up. Her arms
and legs hung limply, but her fingers and toes curled up as she tried to cope
with the huge rod inside her. Prime didn’t give her a chance. Now that she had
an idea of how fast she could move, she went at that speed. She started fucking
Tear hard, slamming the huge strap-on deep inside the gray-haired fairy.
 
As Prime got into the rhythm of fucking Tear, she started getting chatty again.
This time, the focus wasn’t on how frustrating her life was. Instead, the
general theme was that Tear was a slut far, far below Prime.
 
“Do you really think you’re fooling anybody with that wanna-be librarian crap?”
Prime snarled as she slammed her monstrous rod deep into Tear. “Everyone knows
you’re nothing more than a slut who’d spread her legs for a gnoll.”
 
Prime reached forward to grab one of Tear’s tails of hair. Wrapping her fingers
in it, she yanked back, making Tear’s head snap back. The fairy used her new
grip to start thrusting even harder than before, slamming her hips against
Tear’s thighs.
 
“How many times a day do you take a human’s cock, huh? I bet you can’t go to
sleep unless you’re fucking coated with some guy’s cum.”
 
While Prime was obviously just making up stuff she thought sounded hot, there
was some truth in the last bit. Tear really did enjoy getting covered with a
human’s cum. It was practically a bath for her, leaving her absolutely coated
in white.
 
And by coated, Tear meant coated. She wouldn’t have a single scrap of hair or
skin showing, her entire body covered with a thick, gooey mass of hot semen.
The semen would quickly be diluted by her own arousal as she masturbated,
plunging her cum covered fingers into her pussy, smearing the cum around inside
and out.
 
It was a worthy reward for what Tear had to go through to get it. It was hard,
wrapping her limbs around a human’s hot, hard cock and rubbing her naked body
against it until the client finally came. Tear was usually left exhausted at
the end of it, and not just because she could angle her hips to run her clit
against the shaft.
 
Still, for all that, Tear didn’t think Prime actually knew about how love for
bukkake. And it wasn’t as if Tear could inadvertently give it away. Perhaps if
she was ungagged, she could have gasped. Or if Prime had a real penis, she
could have felt Tear clench down harder around her at the thought. But since
neither of those were true, Prime kept right on moving to her next fantasy.
 
“When I see Recette, I should tell her to use you as an advertisement. A flying
billboard. You could have the prices for her written all over your body, and
give out free samples to anyone who asked as you flew around the city.” Prime’s
thrusts slowed down as she pondered the idea further. “In fact, when I finally
get the brothel running, I think I’ll do that. I’m sure Recette wouldn’t
understand why her partner should be a living ad for her competitor.”

Tear thought Recette was a more astute than that. She still wouldn’t take the
chance, though, and made a mental note to always be in the room with Recette
and Prime. Not unless Prime was willing to do the same for her.
 
Surprisingly, Prime wasn’t spanking Tear. Tear would have thought that with her
bent over, and her ass right there, Prime would have started spanking her
again. Instead, both of Prime’s hands were wrapped in Tear’s hair, pulling her
head back as she dragged her strap-on in and out of her whore.
 
Tear came. Her pussy was already wrapped as tightly around the cock as it could
be, but the flow of arousal out of her redoubled. Even if her gag had been
removed, the sounds coming out of her mouth couldn’t have been called words.
 
Prime couldn’t tell that Tear had cum. And she didn’t much care. She had paid
good money so that she, not Tear, could relax. She wouldn’t stop fucking the
stuck-up bitch until she was satisfied.
 
As the thrusts from Prime grew more forceful, Tear felt her glasses start to
vibrate. Her eyes crossed as she tried to look at them, and then, as they slid
down her nose with every thrust, tried to grab at them. It failed, of course.
Tear’s hands were securely tied to the frame keeping her bent over. All she
could do was watch as the glasses slid down and then off her face. Instantly,
the world turned blurry.
 
“Yes!” Prime shouted in joy. “Score one for the sexy, sexy fairy.” She stopped
fucking Tear, to raise her hands in victory, doing a little dance. Since she
hadn’t pulled out of Tear, it was a very odd dance.
 
After a minute, her hands returned to their grip on Tear’s twin tails. The
fucking started again, with the same slow, forceful pace. The biggest
difference was Tear futilely squinting in front of her, and the big smile on
Prime’s face.
 
Prime did her part to take Tear’s mind off her vision difficulties. It was very
hard to ignore the bone-rattling thrusts Prime was using, making Tear jolt
forward and driving the breath out of her with every thrust. Soon, Tear had
forgotten about her glasses, and was once more consumed with the feelings
coming out of her crotch.
 
The lewd, wet sounds of Prime slamming the strap-on into Tear’s soaked pussy
filled the room. Tear couldn’t help it, and was driven from orgasm to orgasm.
Each one tore through her increasingly tired frame, hollowing her out with
every thrust.
 
The pleasure and pain blended together inside Tear, forming something that was
so much greater than the sum of its parts. Her body was consumed with an
electric fire, every inch of her buzzing as Prime fucked her again and again.
Her ass was still on fire from the vigorous spanking earlier, her hair hurt
from Prime’s yanks, and, most of all, Tear’s pussy felt on fire. It felt so
good, for her to be wrapped around that huge dildo.
 
Prime was a harsh mistress, one who would see Tear completely broken and
serving her own desires. Tear wouldn’t have it any other way. It felt so good
to not have to always be on the ball, watching herself, Recette and the store
all the time. The chance to just relax, and let someone else make her do things
was a powerful allure. Of course, that the only person who regularly signed up
for these sessions was Tear’s business rival put a slight damper on things, but
not enough to stop Tear from enjoying her sessions with Prime.
 
Tear couldn’t tell if Prime had cum yet. Presumably she was enjoying herself,
since she hadn’t buried Tear’s face in her muff as an alternative to strap-on
fucking. But with her face pointed away from Prime, and her heartbeat echoing
in her ears, there was no way for Tear to pick up on the signs of the female
orgasm.
 
It was obvious that Prime had gotten tired of fucking Tear’s pussy. She drew
herself back, the mammoth dildo slowly slipping out of Tear’s stretched center.
Tear whimpered around her gag as she was emptied out, her parted lips already
missing the feel of the studded toy inside her.
 
“You know something, Tear?” Prime waited for a response that obviously wasn’t
coming. “Why don’t I set up a demonstration to help sell Recette on using you
as a billboard for Big Bust? You’re fine with that, right?” Tear was too tired
to make any sound, let alone something that was obviously a negative. “Right,
thought you would be. Now, if I was a marker, were would I be…?” Prime trailed
off, muttering to herself as she looked around the room.
 
Tear looked up to see Prime walking across the room. Her strap-on still jutted
from her hips, waving obscenely as she walked around. She went through a few
drawers, picking up and discarding a number of fairy sized sex toys. Finally
she found what she was looking for. She turned back around, a glint in her eyes
as she held up the black marker.
 
“Now, what should I start with?” Prime asked herself as she walked, almost
skipped back over to Tear. “Need the name of the place, obviously. Should I
mention Recettear?” There was a pause as Prime thought it over. “No, don’t want
to give you guys any publicity, even bad publicity.”
 
The pen traced light, idle doodles as Prime mused to herself. Tear was slowly
starting to recover her wits, reason reasserting itself as she recovered from
the pounding. That meant she was forced to listen to Prime monologue on how to
degrade, and, even worse, steal business from her. Only the fact that Prime
wouldn’t actually do it kept Tear from vibrating in rage so hard her rope
bindings would combust.
 
“And of course, there has to be something to let people know that you’re a free
sample for them to try out. Don’t act as it you wouldn’t enjoy it. That thief
of yours got drunk, and now the entire city knows you like to crawl up inside
human women’s pussies.” Tear silently cursed Charme. “I’m sure a depraved slut
like you would love to get humped by some guy, just long enough to get him nice
and hard, before he goes off to visit some real beauties.”
 
Prime paused and laughed. She tossed the marker aside and ruffled Tear’s hair.
“Damn it all, you’ve got me horny again. I’m thinking it’s going to be your ass
this time.” On that optimistic note, she walked back around to Tear’s rear.
 
Tear shivered as she heard the pop of a bottle of lube. She could barely
imagine what it would feel like to have a monster like that strap-on go inside
her. The consolation that soon she wouldn’t have to imagine it escaped her
utterly.
 
Tear soon felt a thick, cool, slippery head pressing against her other
entrance. She twitched in her bindings, and not even she was able to tell if
she was trying to pull away or trying to press against it. Not that it
mattered.
 
Prime grunted with effort as she pressed the bulbous head against Tear’s
rosebud. It slowly, slowly opened, the strap-on entering minute fraction by
minute fraction. Tear reacted quite strongly to it. The feeling of something so
huge trying to get inside her made her start to writhe around in her bondage,
thrashing as she felt the dildo press against her.
 
The ball gag muffled Tear’s keening sound as the head slid into her. Prime’s
fingers were like iron bars on her hips as the dark-skinned fairy slowly worked
her way inside Tear’s ass. The first stud pressed against Tear’s entrance.
Prime smirked as she watched it slowly slide in, deforming Tear’s ass around
it.
 
The rationally that Tear had worked so hard to reassemble in her mind was
crushed. It was shattered into a million tiny pieces by the massive strap-on
invading her rear. Prime pushed and pushed, sending the toy deeper and deeper
into Tear. The fairy thought she could just about taste the dildo coming up her
neck and out of her mouth.
 
Drool ran down Tear’s chin as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. She
couldn’t deal with this, couldn’t handle the bitch-breaker of a toy getting
shoved into her. There was no other option. Tear came.
 
Tear’s pussy clamped down around a phantom intrusion, arousal spilling out of
her and falling onto the floor. She howled out something that couldn’t be
called words as her body twitched, pushing against the ropes holding her. All
the while, Prime kept on fucking her.
 
Tear hadn’t been this aroused in ages. It felt like her body was going to break
underneath the lust filling her. She could barely think, as her body burned in
the inferno Prime had conjured up. All she could focus on was the massive shaft
filling her asshole, driving deeper and deeper inside it. She could distinctly
feel each and every bump as Prime slowly worked her way inside Tear.
 
“You really do have substandard merchandise here,” Prime said in a
conversational tone. “I mean, this is the most elaborate dildo in the store,
and it still doesn’t even have a reservoir for a semen substitute. I’m amazed
your standards are so low that you can stand working here.” One hand moved from
Tear’s hip to her reddened ass, provoking a gasp from the bound fairy.
 
“After all, you look like you’re the queen bitch of the city, with those
glasses, and that supercilious air you have.” Prime spanked Tear as she pushed
deeper into her. “But really, it’s all just an act, isn’t it? You’re perfectly
fine with peddling shoddy crap like this so long as it makes you a penny or
two.”

Tear was too out of it to take proper offence to Prime disparaging her and her
store. That didn’t cut down on how much Prime enjoyed it, though. In fact, she
was spurring herself to new levels of effort, pounding in and out of Tear’s ass
while spanking her, all while a steady stream of dirty talk and insults came
from her lips. Tear was driven to orgasm after orgasm, and Prime was enjoying
herself almost as much.
 
Finally, Prime stopped fucking Tear. She was wiped out, and it wasn’t even as
if she had been the one getting spanked and fucked.  Still, she had a
responsibility to Tear, and Prime was intent of fulfilling it.
 
The bossy fairy untied Tear, undoing the ropes that had held her in place as
Prime took her pleasure again and again. Tear collapsed onto the floor, moving
like a liquid as her limbs were loosed from the frame holding her. She let out
a soft moan, barely audible as she lay on the floor.
 
Prime knelt down next to Tear’s head. Her fingers wrapped around the grey-
haired fairy’s head, grabbing the ball gag. Unfastening it, she stood up to
place it on a counter, before immediately kneeling back down. The removal of
the gag didn’t mean much for Tear. She was too out of it to speak, gag or no
gag. The only difference was that the drool ran directly down her lips, instead
of pooling behind the gag before flowing out.
 
Prime started massaging Tear’s limbs, slowly kneading the quivering muscles in
her arms and legs. Prime could feel the muscles jumping and spasming underneath
her fingers. The tiled floor couldn’t be very comfortable to lie on, so Prime
snaked her arms underneath Tear and picked her up. She started staggering
towards the bed, grousing under her breath.
 
“And I thought the kid was the one, uhhff, who had too many sweets. How much do
you eat in a day, huh?” Tear was too out of it to respond, or even notice what
was being said to her.
 
Prime dropped Tear onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, and sat down next to
her. Tear was still slightly twitching from what Prime had done to her. Sweat
glistened on her skin, and Prime could still see the red prints on her rear
from the paddle. She smirked as she traced the outline of them. Tear wouldn’t
be sitting down for the next few days.
 
That actually gave Prime an idea. Try to get Alouette to invite Recette and
Tear over for something, and have some very nice and luxurious chairs to lounge
around on. It could be fun to either see Tear sit down on them, or to
constantly pester her to take a seat and see what kind of denials and evasions
she would come up with.
 
Prime waited around until Tear came to. It took a while. Prime had really done
a number on Tear, she thought with pride. But, slowly, Tear stopped drooling
and twitching, and started to look around the room with a semblance of
rationality. Prime spent the time in between by rubbing Tear’s body. Not
erotically, but just to enjoy the feeling of warm, pale flesh sliding
underneath her fingers.
 
Finally, Tear twisted her neck far enough to look Prime in the eyes. Her face
was still flushed, and sweat still beaded her forehead. Prime licked her lips,
feeling a sudden, small urge to grab Tear again and drag her back over to the
rack. That helpless, needy look on her face… Oh, it was just so enticing.
 
“I hope…” Tear trailed off, before drawing a deep breath. “I hope you enjoyed
your time here at Recettear Item Shop and Relaxation Center.”
 
Prime almost laughed. Nobody else called it that. It wasn’t even on the sign
hanging over the door. Prime (badly) acted confused, tapping her chin and
looking Tear over.
 
“Did I leave that dildo inside you? Because it seems you already have a stick
up your ass again.”
 
Tear’s eyes narrowed, and for a second Prime thought she was going to get
double birds from the stuck-up fairy. But the moment passed, and Tear just
coughed.
 
A thought struck Prime, and she flew off the bed and over to where Tear’s
glasses had fallen. Luckily they hadn’t been crushed when Prime had untied
Tear. That would have been something to laugh about, though only roughly ten
years later when the scars from Tear tearing a strip of skin off of Prime would
have healed.
 
She handed them back to Tear, who blinked before putting them back on. Once
they settled on her face, she looked much more aware of what was going on.
Prime and Tear exchanged casual barbs for a while as Prime dressed. Then the
fairy left, flying out of the small room.
 
Leaving through the fairy sized door, she flew directly into the store. The
room was a small box, mounted in the upper corner of the main display room.
Only fairies could get to it without a ladder. Prime flew straight from it
towards the front door, ready to get back to work.
 
Prime was sure she would be back. Her session with Tear had drained the stress
that had accumulated trying to deal with Alouette, but her ‘young mistress’ was
still there, and would still have a mile-long list of boneheaded ideas she
would want to try. Or rather, have Prime try.
 
Prime was really looking forward to the brothel/sex shop being built. Not that
she thought her stress levels would go down, but because she could have her
relaxation sessions with a fairy working for her, rather than for her
competitor.
 
In some regards, Tear and Prime were quite alike.
 
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