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Stay Gold has blood on her fist:
It was hard to start it out—but in the best way she could put it was that: she got engulfed in debts reserved by the mafia.
It started small: an amount she could pay easily, before gradually, she succumbed into her free lifestyle, choosing to lend even more—as the taste of life freedom rushed all on her tongue.
And as expected: her debt was one that she wasn't sure could even be paid if it were to be passed down to her hypothetical children.
And by the due date: she had no choice, between to flight and to fight.
Foolishly enough: Stay Gold made her grave by choosing the later option, choosing to stain her hands by beating up the collectors—before she eventually got into the ear's of the underboss
and if one decision to fight wasn't bad enough: Stay Gold decided it was a good idea to make the blood count goes to be an even number, to also make a writhing victim of the underboss.
The underboss learned of her through the passing whispers rather than the report.
Pain has a way of carrying information with unusual efficiency. Stay Gold inflicted enough of it—measured, or restrained, nobody quite know which one—not to end a life, but to redirect attention.
It was not the underboss she sought—not truly, at least. but the ear beyond her, the authority that would interpret injury not as accident, but as message:
The moment the ginger haired underboss coughed blood, scarred with injuries and scars left by Stay Gold: She knew that her life is dangling off a strings now: how could she not say that?
The moment the ginger haired uma churned on the floor: with blood already splattering everywhere from her mouth—to the bruised part of her body—with her eyes that could barely be kept open, Stay Gold knew she was dead to the mafia.
With a hiss: the bloodied girl quickly stood, albeit wobbly. Still holding the side of her stomach and her chin up. "Dream Journey will be hearing about this—, Aneue will put a mark on you."
Aneue: a term for an older sister
Knowing that the boss and underboss are sisters now—of course such action would not be taken lightly by the boss: now that the rumor of her loving the underboss so much so that she wasn't hesitate to make an unusually rascal move.
What Stay Gold had not expected was this—
The moment she was taken, seized without warning and thrown onto the unforgiving floor of a sealed office, the shock still ringing through her bones—when she finally lifted her head, steadying herself against the disorientation—she was not met with cruelty.
She was met with beauty.
The woman before her did not resemble the danger that had brought Stay Gold here. No sharp edges, no raised voice, no flicker of anger marring the softness of her expression:
"You know what you did." The voice jolted Stay Gold back to her right sense: in which— the Boss' voice felt commanding, even with the lack of anger in it. "I've heard that you caused quite the ruckus in .. both my underlings, and my sister."
The white streak haired uma clicked her tongue in disapproval: as she adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her button nose.
.. Stay Gold would be lying, to say she didn't feel the strain on her pants: and yet, She also knew that she cannot quite control what her body feels.
"Should've fought better." Stay Gold murmured, with as she squeezed her thighs together: hoping to drown out the feeling of arousal. "Or maybe if she wasn't such a snobby cunt .." Stay Gold followed out
She could see the way Dream Journey grip her desk further, barely holding on to such mockery and insult:"do not speak of my sister that way—" she grits out.
"You will pay the mafia back—one way, or another, by money, service or blood." Dream Journey continued on. "I will wring every ounce of your bodily liquid until what remain is the dry, calloused self of you."
Stay Gold hates to admit it but the boss is actually somewhat cute when she's pissed: too bad that it'll probably the only sight she'll see before death
Or is it?
Stay Gold always never one to control her desire: never one to be able to stay rational and to her mind upon faced with the allure of arousals, it was as if the only thing in her mind was to proceed on with it: and she was sure as of now, she was leaking into hee pants.
Stay Gold couldn't believe it at first: but having such sight underneath her wasn't exactly that bad.
Logic was long scattered—The debtor couldn't even fathom how she has got to this point, taking that Dream Journey was pointing her gun at her—her knuckles interlocked at the handle of it, it was as if her life depended solely on the gun.
All that Stay Gold know is that she was is now not in her right state of mind: cornering and bending the mafia on her own desk—grounding her hardened cock right on the thin fabrics separating them: Stay Gold shuddered and whimpered on the thought of what future held.
"Every bodily liquid, right?" Stay Gold mumbled—Ragged as she watched Dream Journey's finger fiddled on if she wanted the press on the trigger. "You're so benevolent.. that you let me choose which one you wring first."
Stay Gold was fortunately: not a beginner. As she took of her gloves—and reached to the soft mounds of Dream Journey's chest, gripping it and caressing the hardened nub.
And to that: Dream Journey wavered.
Even when she knows she's not supposed to do all of this: she can't help but feels, she can't help but feel like her body was a temple—and that the debtor was the destined worshipper.
"That's not—" Dream Journey tried to deny: but at last, she too, succumbed into the utter need of her body. "You—.. lowly pest—!"
It was rare to hear the gentle smiling uma uttering such awful things:
It was even more rare to hear her whimper—pouring out her feelings into small, barely audible sound that would then fall down her lips.
She should've pulled the trigger, Dream Journey's should've let the crimson colour stain the very creek of hard woods they're standing on—she should've let blood pour, and drips like how she would to any other debtors.
She found it hard to do so: especially when Stay Gold is now moving to her shorts—as the debtor had lifted Dream Journey's leg onto her shoulder: even when she could feel that she was basically peeled off her clothes slowly, her grip became shakier.
"Deny me, Boss." Stay Gold whispered, leaning back to Dream Journey's pointed ear. In a very sultry tone she muttered again: "Pull the trigger, why don't you? I'm just another ordinary debtor."
And to that: Dream Journey's breath hitched all together—before her hand gave up and lowered itself all together: her finger no longer meddled near the trigger, which both scares and relaxed Stay Gold: from the utter realization of how much she's now waking on thread, and the relaxation blessed from how she was also atleast a little farther from death.
It took Dream Journey a while to process it, the visible shock still painted on her face: as Dream Journey bite down on her lower lips, letting the taste of metal blooms across her tongue: ".. I suppose, I too, have a bit of mercy."
With the confirmation: Stay Gold's smile seem to remain calm and composed—rehearsed perhaps, she peeled the last bit of Journey's attire, which she had guessed costed more than what she owe her. But at last, it doesn't quite matter now that their only purpose was to be taken off.
"That's more like it."
As Dream Journey's folds met the cold air: she can't help but shivers—before she let out a small sound of both surprise, albeit with the hint of pleasure in it: Stay Gold's hand was far from soft, calloused and dried aren't words to describe it—although, Dream Journey now realize that they do have their own charms: especially when it come to foreplay.
The debtor hand dragged to her labia: watching on how the boss' entrance was clenching around nothing—lubricating and getting herself all excited when Stay Gold hasn't even performed anything yet.
It wasn't like Stay Gold was any better: after all, she was the one who initiated and bend the boss, all of this was her fault—her mess, to deal with. And to that: Stay Gold never felt more eager to face a problem before.
Stay Gold's finger quickly delved themselves inside the boss' clenching heat: all whilst Dream Journey's whimpers were coming to no end—reacting to the way Stay Gold was caressing anywhere but her inner heat, flailing her words whenever the debtor decided to put her clitoris between her fingers: perhaps to the point that the gasp of her had made the lense of her own glasses blur in a motion:
"What would your sister think? Seeing her aneue moaning for the girl that beat her little sister.." Stay Gold teased, as her pants was coming in short—barely containable, her own hands fumbling with her belt before dropping it to the floor.
It seems to enrage Dream Journey:
She gritted her teeth—as her attention shift to the thought of what if: she imagined the little sister's disappointment, about how much hopes she had placed on Dream Journey, and yet—now, she was now betraying her hope.
With a rasped breath, Dream Journey opened her mouth once again: "don't bring her into this—"
Although, breath was faster to be knocked from her lungs than words to be knocked from her mouth: as Stay Gold thrusted herself into the clenching heat without any single warning—making her inside immediately yield under the intrusion, molding her cunt into the shape of Stay Gold's cock:
"You really do look better shutting the hell up .." Stay Gold commented with almost a sick grin—she knew all too well, that Dream Journey wouldn't be able to reply under such pleasure being pumped into her.
Her cheeks flushed red—it is indeed the truth for Dream Journey, being the boss of a crime organization meant she can't just sleep around, meant she never felt this type of attention from anyone—not even the surface of her own fingers: as she has always thought she was immune to it.
Stay Gold seem to break that well built illusion all too fast:
Too fast, too quickly and all too easily—that Dream Journey is now retorting back to the gun, as her hand still holding on to it's handle like a lifeline.
"Bold Wo.. words, coming from someone that can't pay me off—" Dream Journey choked out—as she pointed the gun back to Stay Gold's forehead, now directly touching it: aiming for direct, quick death.
But instead of trembling in fear: Stay Gold seems to just pants even harder, as she bite down her lips—taking a quick look of it only to shudders in pleasure, although she can't quite put it to words: being threatened was her thing—and seeing the person threatening coming unruffled underneath her only fed her ego.
She let out a newly: before her hips loses all control—buckling ever so slightly before Stay Gold pounded into the warm cavern—still with the image, words, and symphony of Dream Journey's threat inside her head. It swirled ever so deeply—That the traveler hasn't noticed that Dream Journey is now grasping on the edge of her own desk, as high pitched moan fell down from her lips without any restrain.
Her inside churned, as it clenched around Stay Gold's length desperately—in an attempt to both push the intrusion away, and to pull it deeper—all in an inconsistent patterns.
Stay Gold's eyes slowly dragged down to the sight, it was an understatement why Dream Journey acted so—as the blood of her torn hymen dripped onto her thigh: it was enough proof to justify it.
"Don't threaten me with a good time now, it only spurt me further."
Stay Gold's hands: rough and unyielding, slid under Dream Journey's hips, lifting her slightly off the desk to change the angle, making the penetration even deeper—even more intrusive.
She began to hammer into her with a relentless, rhythmic brutality, her hips striking against the girl's pelvis with a force that seemed to aim to shatter her very soul: Dream Journey—who wasn't expecting the increase in stimulus, wavered terribly.
Her moans became ragged, as her eyes blur both because of her lense and tears—her cunt seems more, and yet: she wasn't so sure she could handle something as such.
"I will make you fucking p..pay!" The boss wavered, the gun still is held on Stay Gold's forehead—that is constantly pushing against it, enjoying the very thrills it gave.
Albeit the harsh words: it seems like Dream Journey wasn't all that good on keeping it true—as Stay Gold's thrust stayed rather unyielding, she found herself cumming by the end of it, both terribly and wonderfully spent
The thick ooze of Stay Gold's cum quickly seeped through the gaps as the debtor pulled her cock out, licking her lips in progress.
"Promise to do that?"
It was both a fortune—and unfortunate, for Dream Journey to be met with such a freak debtor.