[FF4M] La Château [Script Offer] [Monstergirl Monday] [Wight] [Bar/Brothel] [A Classy Establishment] [Jazz] [Comedic] [Special Menu for Single Monsters] [Bartender] [Client] [Technically Prostitution] [Bisexual] [Handjob] [Blowjob] [Ball Sucking] [Cum Swallowing] [Unimaginably Lewd]

DESCRIPTION: Sex is never far from a monster's mind, regardless of species. But in this busy day and age, not everyone has the time, energy, or opportunity to find a partner for themselves. So, failing that, they can turn to a certain establishment to meet their needs. After all, single, lonely, and hungry monster women make for a powerful market group.

A classy venue on the corner of High Street, La Château caters to those in need of comfort. Be it a stiff drink, a warm companion for the night, or more often than not, both, the reputable establishment will accept anyone that's willing to play by its rules.

Basically, this is a bar and brothel that primarily caters to single monster women. It has a menu of regular drinks, all the fittings of a normal bar, but also has a very popular 'special menu'. Standard monstergirl rules apply...they only birth females, they feed on the life energy in male 'essence' (delicacy to most species, vital to survival for others), typically are extremely monogamous, etc.

This is a two-person audio that will feature the Bartender, a human woman, and the Client, a Wight, which is a very powerful and high-class type of undead monster. The Bartender has worked here for about a year and has gotten used to the nature of her work. It's well paying and she enjoys it, and has a very professional demeanor. The Bartender has a sharp wit and a dry sense of humor. Once she feels a little more comfortable with a client, she'll speak a little more casually and even offer some banter and sass if she feels it would be well-accepted.

The Wight has been dead for centuries, finally re-animating after a very slow-burning spell that she cast upon herself took effect. She has been undead for only a few years and is struggling to adapt to modern society.

NAMES: The bartender is named Jill. For the Wight, I went with Angeline. You can feel free to change this and go by your usernames/etc if you'd like.

VOICE DIRECTIONS: The Bartender should sound like a professional. Calm, and with a steady voice. You should also have a delightfully dry sense of sarcasm. Sharp witted, a bit cynical. You like giving blunt responses to elicit a reaction.

For the Wight, any kind of accent could work, although I imagined a classy English accent while writing. She needs to sound high-class, wealthy, important. She isn't rude or arrogant and is a bit unsure of herself. The Wight is still adjusting to modern society and should seem stressed and overwhelmed at first, gradually unwinding as the night goes on and she vents her problems.

It's up to you if you want to start slurring your speech and acting like a giggly drunk as the script moves on. It could add a lot, but don't overdo it and seem completely hammered. Once you get to the sex and start to recover your mojo, sound very lustful and seductive (but still a giggly drunk).

SOUND EFFECTS: Soft, instrumental jazz in the background is strongly recommended to set the mood of a classy bar. This could become muffled/muted when moving into the backrooms, and/or it could become a slower, sexier, and more romantic mood-setting kind of song. Changing songs in the time skips is also a good idea. Some kind of sound effect to indicate the passage of time.

NOTE: I might write this as a recurring series, where the Bartender interacts with a variety of different clients each time.

START OF SCRIPT:

Bartender: (inner monologue) Human or monster, every one needs a source of comfort. Here at the Chateau, we provide that comfort to those willing to behave themselves. Whether you're lonely, thirsty, or just looking for some casual fun, we're always happy to provide...

And that's where she comes in. A Wight...stepping in through the doors in careful, cautious steps with a look of uncertainty on her face. Red eyes alight with the spark of magic...pale, smooth skin, long, blonde hair hanging in an elegant ponytail...a gorgeous, black-silk dress and the curves to go with it...

A high-class undead like herself would seem right at home in a classy place like this...if only she didn't look so uncomfortable...

(fade out from the introduction monologue, fade in soft jazz music. You can add extra bar ambiance if you feel it would help set the mood.)

Wight: (a little stiff and uncertain) Good evening...

Bartender: (speaking aloud) Ah, good evening, ma'am. Is the night treating you well?

Wight: Well enough, I suppose. I had heard about this establishment from a trusted friend's recommendation and figured that I should finally try it.

B: I hope that we'll live up to your expectations, ma'am. Please, come and take a seat at the counter. Or would you prefer a table?

W: Ah...well, to tell the truth, I've never really been to one of these 'bar' places before. So I'm not quite sure what I want.

B: I understand. Let's go with this spot over in the corner, then. A little more privacy might help you feel more at ease.

W: That would be wonderful, thank you. By the way, this place's name...La Chateau. That's French for 'the castle', is it not?

B: It is. Our founder established this place after she moved here from France, twenty or so years ago.

w: Interesting...

(pause)

B: Here we are. Please take a seat, ma'am. And...here's our regular menu. Would you like a moment to review it, or perhaps I can answer any questions you might have?

W: I had heard that the menu here was quite extensive...hmm? Oh, I see! You have many different menus, do you not? Ones suited for each species of monster.

B: That's correct, ma'am. That menu is custom-tailored to suit the tastes of the unliving. Different species like different things, after all. Beverages for the unliving typically feature a vastly higher alcohol content, seeing as it's difficult for them to become inebriated otherwise, and many feature magical ingredients, given their natural inclination towards the arcane.

W: Mm, I see...oh, this one sounds interesting. A...Blue Parade. Oh, it has rum in it! That's one of those delicacies from the tropical islands in the New World colonies, is it not?

B: Err...I believe rum is mainly produced in the Caribbean islands, yes...

W: (sigh) My apologies. I'm still struggling to separate my current mind from the one I had when I was alive. That was...quite some time ago.

B: It's perfectly understandable, ma'am. Don't worry yourself.

W: (giggle) There's no need to be so professional, darling, I know I'm a good deal worse than antiquated. The truth is, I haven't been undead...or unliving I suppose is the politically correct term, for all that long. It's...it's as if I've traveled forward in time while in a long, long sleep.

B: I've heard a lich describe the awakening from death to be similar to that, before.

W: Indeed...it's a rather...well, no. It's an exceptionally confusing ordeal. The spell that worked my own re-animation took centuries to complete. And the world has changed in ways I can barely comprehend...

(small pause)

W: (with a surge of confidence) But I didn't come here to lament, no! In fact, I think I'm doing rather well. Just the other day I purchased one of those 'mobile phones'. I even used it to speak with someone over a great distance! Although, the idea of the 'inter-net' is still all rather...nebulous.

B: I think that's true even for a lot of modern citizens, ma'am. I wouldn't feel too upset for not having a perfect grasp on technology. Now, please give me a moment and I'll be back with your drink.

W: Certainly.

(fade out to indicate the passage of time, change music tracks if you wish)

B: Here you are, ma'am.

W: Oh, thank you. My, it's more colorful than I imagined. Ah, what does one say in situations like this? 'Bottom's up?'

B: You don't really need to say anything if you're own your own. It's more of a thing to do when company is involved.

W: I see. Well, perhaps I'll say it for the sake of saying it, since I have you for company. Bottom's up!

B: Ah, I'd recommend pacing yourself, ma'am, rum and managlow makes for a rather potent drink, and...

W: (gulp, contented sigh) Oh, my! That's...quite strong!

B: (sigh) And you just downed half of it at once. You may find yourself growing tipsy faster than you expected, ma'am.

W: (giggle) Well, that's not bad, is it? The whole point of these 'bars' is to go and lose control of ourselves, is it not?

B: It's not my place to tell you how to enjoy yourself, ma'am. I just want to ensure that your first experience here is an enjoyable one. I won't deny that some people come here to lose themselves, although some might argue that the degradation of inhibitions is a process best done slowly.

W: (giggle) Ah, I see. That's very considerate of you, Miss Bartender.

W: (distracted, mumbling) Ooh...I see what you meant, now. I feel all...tingly. It's like there are little thunderstorms coursing through me...say, are all the staff here as considerate as you, Miss Bartender?

B: They're all probably more so. I've never considered myself to be an especially kind person, really.

W: Pfft. Oh, nonsense. It's clear as day to me that you have a good soul.

B: A good soul? Is soul sight some undead power that I haven't heard of?

W: Perhaps. For an undead, looking at a living person is sort of like...looking at a burning flame. Your 'color', the hue of your flame, if you will, is very bright and clear - an unmistakable sign of a good person.

B: Thanks. Hopefully not too bright, though. The candle that burns twice as bright, and all that.

W: Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to frighten you. Although, if you would indulge my curiosity...have you ever considered undeath? Not any time soon, I mean. I'm not trying to recruit you into some cultish nonsense.

B: Honestly, yeah. Death is a lot less scary when you consider the possibility of continuing on afterwards.

B: (sigh) It's an option. Although, I'm not keen on being a mindless zombie for a few centuries until I finally gather the energy to think for myself.

W: Well, it probably isn't my place to say, seeing as I transformed directly into a Wight upon my awakening. But I can assure you that being a so-called 'lesser undead' has a bad reputation. It's not that you would be mindless, but rather...extremely focused on one thing at a time.

B: Sex, in other words.

W: Well...(sigh) yes, that's typically what a zombie is generally concerned with. The craving for life never really stops. It's more than what we need to survive, it's a taste of what you once had. Well, I suppose it's a more literal taste, too, but the point is that dying really makes you appreciate life.

B: I guess I can see that. And I see that you've finished your drink, as well. Did you want to order something else?

W: Yes, I believe so. But in return, I want you to tell me something about yourself, Miss Bartender.

B: What's that?

W: Why did a human woman like yourself choose to work here? This is primarily a monster-focused establishment, is it not? Aren't you worried that someone might drink a little too much, get a bit overzealous, and...well...you know...

B: Rape me and transform me into a monster against my will?

W: (wincing at the blunt statement) Well...essentially, yes...

B: It isn't really something that worries me, to be honest. Unwilling transformations are an anomaly, nowadays. Barely ever happens, and when it does the culprit is usually caught, and prosecuted hard. Besides...that's not likely to happen here. Being drunk loosens inhibitions, it doesn't fundamentally change a person. Anyone who forcibly changes someone like that is a different kind of monster.

B: Besides, I like it here. My boss is cool, and pretty generous, too. And besides, practically all the patrons come here for the men, not me.

W: I see. Although...I was wondering, about that last part...

B: About the men?

W: Right...this is essentially...what's the modern term? A brothel?

B: I'm not sure there really is a term for a place like the Castle. I've heard 'stable' used as a slang term, a couple of times, but I think that more refers to a place that caters to gay men.

W: (nervous and awkward) I...I see. So...your men here...they're all...free-range, right?

B: Free...range?

(pause)

B: Oh, I think I understand. All of the men here are employees. They're not livestock or slaves, ma'am.

B: (amused, dry) ...they're GMO free, too.

W: (very embarrassed) Oh gods, why the hell did I say that? Am I really that drunk already?

W: (groaning, as if planting her face on the counter) Ugh...I must really seem like an idiot, don't I?

B: Really, ma'am, it's fine. Please sit up, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

W: (begin ranting and venting. raise your voice and be emotional, but don't yell.) Yes there is! I'm a Wight, for fuck's sake! I'm not supposed to be this clueless! Everyone looks at me and goes:

W: (Use a mocking voice) 'Oh, she's a Wight, she's supposed to be high class and elegant! She must really powerful and intelligent, better look out for that one! She'll seduce the undergarments right off of you!'

W: (Frustrated) And meanwhile, here I am in reality, rambling like a fool because I have to ask the most basic questions in the world, like how does a bar work!

W: (bitter sigh) You know, I'd like to see them try and adapt after being dead for a few centuries! I'm sure they would find it so easy to act like a well-and-proper Wight!

(pause)

B: ...feel better?

W: I...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lost my composure like that.

B: Are you kidding? Venting to a professional stranger is specifically what some people come here for, you know? Honestly, it's probably for the best that you got all of that off your chest.

W: You're...probably right...

W: (sigh) Thank you.

B: Of course. Mind if I ask you something to distract you?

W: (tired laugh) Go ahead.

B: Where...and I suppose, when...are you originally from?

W: Near the southwest coast of what is modern England, in the late 17th century.

B: Wow. That really must have made for quite the culture shock.

W: (laugh) You have no idea. And in quite the interesting turn of fate, my old, ancestral castle where I grew up is still intact. Occupied, even.

B: Really? Are they descendants of your family?

W: No, my family line died out sometime in the 19th century, I believe. Damnable plague.

W: (sigh) The new tenants were gracious enough to let me tour the place for nostalgia's sake, but...I think it's best to leave it in their hands. I have no real connection to the place, anymore. Besides, even if I did want to take it back, it would be quite the impossible legal battle to prove my claim.

B: Yeah, I'm not really sure how property law works when the previous owner comes back from the dead a few centuries down the line.

W: Indeed. To be honest, memories of my time when I was alive are actually a bit hazy, likely a result of my resurrection taking such a prodigious amount of time.

B: So how'd you die in the first place? If you don't mind telling me.

W: If I remember correctly, I believe I went into hiding in order to avoid being burned at the stake for heresy, or witchcraft, or some such garbage fabricated by the local rabble. I took a lethal dose of poison and sealed myself away after preparing a spell that would resurrect me upon my death. But clearly, I went wrong somewhere, as the spell ended up taking several centuries to complete.

B: Hey, at least it worked at all, right? But, wow...you seriously hid from an angry mob to use necromancy on yourself? That's...well, frankly, that seems a bit insane. You must have been really confident in your magic.

W: Desperate, rather. I'm a decent mage, but I'm no lich.

W: (sigh) Well, I suppose the local rabble technically weren't wrong that I was a magic user. But what I did was far and away from what nonsense that they accused me of. Turning people into newts, possessing children with dark spirits, poisoning pies and the like.

B: Poisoning pies...? Really?

W: I'm afraid that's not an exaggeration. That kind of idiocy is certainly something I'm glad to see absent in the modern world.

B: I'm not sure I would declare that with such sweeping optimism.

W: Oh, the modern world has more than its fair share of fools, no doubt. But public hangings and burnings at the stake aren't exactly a common occurrence anymore, are they?

B: That's true.

W: If that's not progress, I don't know what is.

W: (sigh) I'd like another drink, please.

B: Okay. Another of the same, or do you want to try a new drink?

W: I'll have another of this one. And actually, I had a another question for you, if that's alright.

B: Shoot.

W: Shoot? Wait, what? Why would I shoot at you? And with what?

B: It means, shoot the question at me. As in, go ahead and ask.

W: (awkward) Oh. I...I see. Thank you for explaining it to me. (clear throat) Anyway, seeing as you work at a place like this...doesn't that make you, by extension, a sex worker?

B: Yep.

W: I...see. You're rather direct, aren't you, Miss Bartender?

B: I've been told that it adds to my charm. And you can call me Jill.

W: Alright. Then you can call me Angeline. But, Miss B-(clear throat), ahem, Jill...are you content with that label? Doesn't that carry some rather negative connotations?

B: Well, it's not like I go around advertising my night job. But no, not really. Honestly, I can't even begin to imagine how hard it must be to adapt to the modern world. But...monster and human societies have basically merged. A lot of the cultural stigmas and attitudes about sex are wildly different to what they were a few generations ago.

B: Remember how I explained that unwilling transformations have basically stopped? Well, just as humans adopted more open and accepting attitudes about sex, monsters became a bit more ethical and responsible. It's a two-way street.

W: Fascinating...well, since you've been so direct, perhaps I should try being more blunt, as well. May I ask another, more personal, question?

B: Go ahead.

W: Are you 'just' a bartender, then? Or do you...get involved, when it comes to the 'special menu'?

B: (pause) ...I'll answer that if you buy another drink.

W: (laughing) Very well. I'm sure your superior would be quite pleased with your savvy business technique. I'd like to ask for the special menu, then.

B: I figured you were going to ask for that soon, so I kept it nearby. Here you go. Take your time to think about what you'd like.

W: How diligent of you! Since you've been so helpful, I may as well ask...just to clarify, the special menu...

B: Contains alcoholic drinks mixed with human semen, yes.

W: ...people really are much more forward in this day and age, aren't they?

B: I'm a bad example, so don't read into it too much.

W: If you say so. But I must say, the level of detail on this menu is...astonishing. You detail the method of 'extraction' down to the extra flavoring. Wait, why is manticore venom listed is a flavor? Are people that masochistic?

B: The flavor is for the men, not the beverage. Unless specified, our men are all natural. Stimulants like slime jelly and manticore venom will alter the taste of semen. Even magical solutions like lust magic can be noticeable to sensitive monsters. And typically, most monsters prefer to 'enhance' their partners with their own efforts. Although, that does essentially reserve them for a few hours and is quite expensive.

W: Goodness. This is all so...very strange.

B: To be honest, I'm surprised that you seem to find it embarrassing. It's just a fact that unliving monsters need to consume semen to maintain their energy stores. Isn't it more weird to feel awkward about something you need in order to survive?

W: It's not the act of consumption itself that bothers me. It's just the idea that there's...a business about this. It feels so...I don't know...impersonal? I feel like I'd prefer to know the man whose essence I'm about to consume.

W: (sigh) But, you're right. Honestly, I haven't had a man in months, so I'm a bit starved for energy...but...this is fine, right? All of your men are here of their own will, yes?

B: They willingly allow monsters to feed on them for financial compensation, yes. You can go ask one yourself, if you like. And you can even drink right from the tap if you'd prefer, although I should say that it's quite a bit more pricey than just ordering off the menu.

W: I see...well, I have to admit that this menu is somewhat overwhelming. Sweet or salty, level of viscosity, not to mention the actual drink itself...I don't even know where to begin. Do you have a recommendation for a novice?

B: A 'Piano Woman' is quite popular among our undead patrons. The main ingredient comes from one of our men talented in ice magic, mixed with brandy and a touch of mint that gives it quite a cool, magical kick.

W: (sigh) I still can barely believe that this is a real thing, but...to hell with it. I'll take that one, then.

B: A fine choice. Give me a few minutes and I'll be back with your order.

W: Alright...

(fade to indicate the passage of time again. Can change music once again)

B: Here you are, ma'am.

W: I...(eager giggle) oh, wow! Even just by looking at this, I can tell that it's going to be incredible! The energy...it's been mixed in so thoroughly, but it's so strong...

B: Would you like me to give you some privacy, Angeline?

W: (giggling) Oh, don't you go anywhere, Jill! After all, I bought another drink, so you still have to answer my questions!

B: I believe our deal was for one question.

W: (joking) Oh, you've become so cold since we last met, Jill! Anyway, before I indulge myself, I swear that I could have heard a moan coming from the backroom, there. Was that...

B: Myself, sexually pleasuring my coworker and collecting his semen in order to mix it with alcohol and create your order?

W: Again with the incredibly blunt response...you're just doing that to get a reaction out of me, aren't you?

B: (we can hear your smile) ...maybe.

B: Anyway, I think you have your answer to your earlier question, now. Enjoy your order before it starts to get too cold.

W: Very well. I'd propose a toast, but I think that might be rather rude since you don't have a drink. Well, here goes...

(small gulp)

W: (shivering in delight) Ohhh, wow! This is fantastic!

W: (moan) Mm...! Oh gods, I needed that!

B: I believe it. Feeling more lively?

W: (more moans and gulps, followed by a content sigh) Such a...powerful taste of life! Truly incredible...the man must be quite something...it's so cold, it reminds me of death...but at the same time, it carries the burning warmth of life...it's such an exquisite balance of flavor...

W: (another gulp and content sigh) I...I finished it, already? I had no idea I was drinking it that quickly...

B: That's quite the blissful smile you're wearing, Angeline. You look like a different person.

W: (laughing) That was just...soooo good! But...I don't think I can stop, now. I had no idea that...that I was this starved for essence...

B: Not a problem. I'm quite familiar with the unexpected awakening of neglected, monstrous hunger, so I went ahead and prepared the reservation paperwork with the man in question.

W: Goodness. Was I really that predictable?

B: I'd like to think that it's less of you being predictable and more of me being good at my job. When you work here long enough, you develop a good intuition about these things. Admittedly, unliving patrons are rare, but I know hungry eyes when I see them.

(optional rustling paper sound effect)

B: Here's the file. It's just a single paper, basically just saying that you won't go wild, try to cheat more time than you paid for, or stalk the poor man after work hours. Your reservation is for one hour, but you can extend it later if you'd like. Read and sign...here.

W: Done and done. Price is no objection, I simply need more of that amazing taste...

B: (a single, small laugh) Hah...careful. You don't want my boss hearing you say that.

W: (giggle) Perhaps. However, Jill, I want you to accompany me.

B: (actually surprised) H...huh? Why?

W: (flirty) Why, to see what lies underneath that professional demeanor of yours, darling. You were being honest about pleasuring your coworkers, were you not? Perhaps I simply want to observe your technique.

B: W-well...I mean, it's not unheard of. But...I've never personally...with a client...

B: (sigh, composing herself again) I'm not cheap, you know.

W: (giggling) Excellent! Now, lead the way! Oh, this is going to be so much fun!

B: (sigh) (muttering to self) Afraid that she isn't acting like a proper Wight. Yeah, right...

(another fade out. possibly switch to a new, sexier/romantic music track and make it muffled)

B: (door opening) (sigh) Here we are. The VIP rooms are closed off and magically soundproofed for privacy. After you...

W: Why, thank you, darling. I'm quite looking forward to this!

(door closing)

B: (Unenthusiastic) Ta da....here he is, the man of the hour. Reserved juuust for you.

W: (giggling) Hello there, handsome. Or should I say...delicious?

B: You know, you get a lot more flirty and straightforward when you're drunk.

W: Oh, posh, I'm not drunk! I'm only slightly drunk.

B: Sure. (sigh) Yeah, Miss 'Slightly Drunk' here wants me to participate, too. Something about observing my technique.

W: Before all that, um...why is he blindfolded?

B: Oh, it's company policy to have the male employees blindfolded whenever catering to a VIP. One of our boss's quirks. She's a basilisk, you see. Says its helps prevent clients from growing too clingy, too.

W: Odd, but I suppose I can understand that. Very well. Shall we begin?

B: We're on your time, not mine. How do you want to start?

W: Well I would have liked to undress him, but seeing as he's already naked, it would be a bit silly to put his clothes back on just to take them off. Why don't you start by preparing him for me?

B: You want me to do it? Do I need to explain this again?

W: (giggling) Come on, just trust me. I want to see how you please a man.

W: Oh, but first, I'll start by undressing you! Let's get that top off!

B: (sigh) If you wrinkle my work uniform, I'm sending you my cleaning bill.

W: (giggle) Come on, arms up!

B: (rolling eyes) The customer is always right...

(rustling fabric)

W: Oh, my! (giggling) Were you really hiding a gorgeous body like this under that outfit?

B: Apparently so.

W: You could at least try and sound a little flattered, darling.

B: Sorry. Dry humor is my natural defense mechanism.

W: (giggle) I see. I like your 'bra', by the way. But let's get that cute little invention out of the way...

B: As you command, mistress.

W: (giggle) Careful, or I just might start liking the sound of that.

W: (delighted sigh) Ah...well, aren't you just lovely? Just look at these, aren't your breasts adorable?

B: He's blindfolded, you know.

W: It was a rhetorical question, darling. Although I wouldn't fault him for sneaking a peak, you're spectacularly beautiful.

B: Um...thanks, I guess. It feels pretty weird hearing that from you, though.

W: Oh? Why's that?

B: Because...uh...you're like, the pinnacle of undead beauty and elegance? I mean, the whole point behind a Wight is that they eventually become even more beautiful in undeath than they were life, right? So I think you must have been pretty beautiful to start with.

W: You really think so? Well, thank you, Jill. That might have been the most genuine compliment I've ever received.

B: (embarrassed) Geez, c'mon...you're making me blush, here...

W: (lustful purr) Oh, I intend to make you do much more than blush, sweet thing.

B: What do you mean by th- (interrupt self with gasping moan as the Wight leans forward and places your nipple into her mouth) thaaaaaat!

W: (moan and soft sucking noises)

B: (cry of pleasure) W-why are you s-sucking on my nipple all of the sudden? Are you so drunk that you (groan) forget what you c-came here for?

W: (giggle) Not at all, darling. Don't you remember? I'm going to see what you look like beneath all that professionalism. I want you naked, squirming, and moaning.

B: (moan) Jesus...you're suddenly really intense about this...

W: Of course! Oh, but don't you worry, handsome, I've got plenty in mind for you in just a moment, once I get your lovely coworker here all hot and bothered.

W: (giggle) Take your pants off, gorgeous.

B: F-fine...

W: Panties, too. You see, I had sort of an epiphany while we were talking, a realization about what a proper Wight should be. And I came up with a delicious little plan to reach that goal...

W: (giggle) But more on that, later. I see that you're quite literally dripping with anticipation...

B: (flustered, breathing heavily) H-how could I not be? I...I'm not too good with flattery...especially not when it's from a bombshell that's sucking on my tits...(tired laugh)

W: (giggle) Let me hear those sweet little gasps of yours, again...

B: (gasp, moans as Wight begins to finger you)

W: (laughter) Oh, lovely! You really make the sweetest sounds...how does this feel, my gorgeous girl? Your cute little pussy seems quite reluctant to let my finger leave.

B: (moan) It...ungh, feels...really good...

W: (laughter) Look how hard his cock has become, just by listening to your sounds!

B: Honestly, I'm...(moan)...ungh...it's mostly you...

W: Hmhm...you should have more confidence in yourself. Now, take a look at my hands, darling. See that spectral, shimmering white enveloping them?

B: (panting) Those are...your claws, right?

W: Correct. They're a manifestation of my own power. And a Wight only reveals her claws when she intends to use them, darling. Now, before we move on to the next act, you are going to cum for me.

B: (moan) Oh...g-good...

W: I'm going to keep slipping my finger in and out of you...

B: (continue moaning and making sounds of pleasure as W speaks)

W: (giggle) Rub circles inside of you...find that sensitive little spot as I play with your clit...

B: F-fuck...! Nngh!

W: Now, my sweet little thing...repeat after me. I...am gorgeous.

B: (Difficult to focus, nearing an orgasm) I...I am g-(moan) gorgeous...

W: I deserve this pleasure...I deserve to feel good...

B: I...deserve this p-pleaaaasure! (moan) I deserve to feel good!

W: (giggle) Good girl. Now, I'll just add my claw, and gently brush it against your chest...

B: (Strong moan/gasp)

W: See that? (giggle) It phases right through your body. How does it feel to be pleasured on a spiritual level, darling? That's your soul I'm brushing against, you know. Such a bright, beautiful soul...(happy sigh)

B: (hard to focus, feeling intense pleasure) F-fuck! T-that's...really... (moan)

W: Such a lovely display of passion...this is what I wanted to see from you, darling. Ecstasy is a such a good look on you, Jill!

W: I want your entire being submerged in pleasure as you explode. Don't worry about losing your soul, it's much sturdier than you might think. Now, one last time, repeat after me:

W: (lean in and whisper) I...am going...to cum...

B: I...(moan) I'm going to cummmm!

B: (strong moans, improv your orgasm)

W: (improv encouragement and laughter as you make her cum)

B: (moaning and panting for a while as you wind down) That...that was...jesus...

W: (laughter) Enjoy yourself?

B: Don't...don't do that soul thing again...that felt so good, I thought I was about to die...seriously...

W: (giggle) Well, if you do ever experience an orgasm so powerful that it kills you, I'll be happy to resurrect you.

B: (panting, breathing slowly returning to normal) Don't...don't even joke about that, please...

W: (giggle) Sorry, I apologize. Now then, shall we move on to your handsome friend here? My apologies for making you wait with such an impressively hard cock, sir.

B: Just...just what is the dynamic here?

W: (giggle) Jill, I'd like for you to take the lead again. Show me how you pleasured him when you were mixing my drink.

B: A-alright...well...he's already rock-hard, so I can skip the warm-up...

B: He has a pretty big cock, so I can use both hands on him...I'll wrap my fingers around his tip, like this...then I glide them down his shaft and add my other hand...I'll start doing gentle corkscrew motions, back and forth as I start jerking him...

W: I see...that's a strong opener, certainly...

B: Sometimes, that's all it takes, especially if they're still sensitive from a previous patron. But during rush hour, when there are a lot of orders to fill, it's important that I make him cum as fast as I can.

W: And how do you do that?

B: Well, it depends on the guy...some like it when I jerk them really fast, others want me to whisper dirty things to them...but this guy, for example, really likes having his balls sucked.

W: Could you demonstrate? (giggle)

B: Alright...(sucking noises)

W: Oh, my...that really made him moan. You weren't joking!

B: (mouth full, sucking and slurping) It's important that I know my coworker's weak points...

W: He certainly sounds like he's enjoying himself. Does she feel good, handsome? I think you're quite lucky to have such a skilled and gorgeous woman servicing you like this, you know.

W: Hmm...I want to see you suck on his cock, too...

B: (sigh) Alright, but I'm just saying that you're the only client I've ever had that had me act as their avatar. Although, I guess there was that one time with that Mindflayer...

W: (giggle) Here, let me get involved. Put the tip of his cock in your mouth, and...let me stroke him for you...I'll even stroke his soul a little, too...

B: (continue sucking noises/moaning as W talks)

W: Well? How's that, how does he taste?

B: It's not usually their taste that I pay attention to...

W: Well, try to focus on it. Who knows? It might help you with your work. Knowing that you enjoy their taste might make your coworkers a little bit more eager to release for you.

B: (mouth full, slurp) I guess that makes sense...

W: Oh, that was some impressive tongue technique! Swirling your tongue around his tip like that is a surefire way to make him explode.

B: Thanks, I guess. I remember my boss saying something that the happier a guy is when he cums, the better he tastes.

W: Your boss is a wise woman. I think I'd like to meet her, someday. Now, move over a little. (giggle) Let's suck on him together...

B: Okay...

(Both should continue moaning and sucking noises, improv as you see fit)

W: Mm...! Oh, he's tasty...

B: You already knew that...(slurp) didn't you?

W: His cock and his cum are worlds apart in terms of flavor. It's like savoring a multiple-course meal. (slurp) A proper lady should appreciate both aspects when she feasts on a man.

B: I guess that makes sense.

W: Gods, listen to him! He's loving this...such wonderful cries of pleasure...

B: I don't think I've ever seen him this hard...

W: You look so good with your mouth full of cock, Jill. Just keep sucking on him, up and down...

(both improv encouragement and moans for a while)

W: Mmm...he's getting close. Here's what I want...I'll suck on his balls, and I want you to make him cum inside your mouth.

B: Uh...what?

W: (giggle) Trust me, alright?

B: (sigh) Okay...

W: Thank you, darling. Now...show me your finishing move. Wrap your lips around his cock, tease him...

B: (slurps and moans)

W: (giggle) Worship that cock as if your life depended on it. Good girl...

W: (happy sigh) Alright...now to add my own mouth to the mix...mm, I can't wait to taste these big, heavy balls of yours again, handsome...

(More moans and slurps as you bring him to the edge, improv a bit)

W: (moan) It's time, Jill...he's about to cum, are you ready?

B: (slurp) (muffled sound of affirmation)

W: Now...make him cum inside your mouth...hold as much in your mouth as you can, but don't swallow...trust me...

B: (muffled sound of affirmation)

(improv, moans and sucking noises from both for a few seconds as you make him cum)

W: Mm...oh, that was great! I had an excellent view of that. I could see how much his cock was throbbing, pulsing that delicious load into your mouth...

W: Now...were you a good girl? Did you take his cum without swallowing it?

B: (unable to talk, uncertain and embarrassed) Mhm...!

W: You took it all? My, aren't you a talented little cocksucker? Well done, I knew you had it in you! Hold it for just a moment longer, alright?

B: (mouth full, vague noise of agreement) Mm...

W: Oh, and handsome? You won't want to miss this. I won't report you if you break the blindfold rule for a peek. (giggle)

W: Now then...come here and kiss me, darling. Give me what I need.

(Both moan and make kissing noises. Additionally, W makes gulping noises as she takes the cum right from B's mouth. This should last several seconds at least)

B: (pulling away, gasping for breath. Mutter some stunned expletives of your choice)

W: (final gulp, satisfied sigh, smacking lips)

W: (deeply satisfied moan) Mmm...yes! Oh, that was absolutely just what I needed.

B: I...can't believe I just...I mean...

W: (giggle) You can't believe that I just had you take your coworker's semen into your mouth, just so that I could take it from you and swallow it as I kissed you?

B: Yes! Also, don't copy me. Also also, maybe give a little warning next time, please?

W: Aww. (giggle) You were so in the moment, I thought it would be more fun to surprise you, darling. Besides, don't you think it was rather fitting? Now that was an act of delicious obscenity befitting a Wight, wouldn't you say?

B: Swallowing cum right from another girl's mouth fits under the category of 'unimaginably lewd', I suppose. I still wish you would have given me advance knowledge of your plan...but...I'm happy to have helped you get your mojo back, I guess.

W: The pleasure was all mine, darling. And I must say, this has all been quite therapeutic. I think I'll have to come back to this establishment quite frequently. I feel more alive than I have in...well, centuries!

B: I'm sure that absorbing two loads of 'life energy' has everything to do with that. I'm no therapist.

W: Perhaps, but you were quite helpful, nonetheless. I'll be sure to voice my appreciation to your superior.

W: (clapping hands together, happy and eager) Now then! Who's ready for round two?

B: Isn't this technically round three?

W: Semantics, darling. I have more than half an hour left, and intend to make full use of my time! Now, let's swap positions. I'll have you suck on his balls, this time.

B: (sigh) Fine. But no more of that 'soul-touching'.

B: (sigh, muttering to self and fading out) I can't believe I get paid to do this job...

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