08-07-2018, 11:08 AM
The Twisted Tail seemed as joy filled as it was yesterday, Elysia had come in not too long ago, walking around in her dress as she mingled with a few of the girls around her, she wore a smile but it was fake, always keeping in mind that she should keep a pleasant visage for her potential clients.
“Elysia!” Carl called out from the front desk, typically this meant she had a room ready, which as she walked over he would give her a key.
“You know the room, got a client already up there for you, payed a nice bit extra too. Make sure you give him a good time, might just have a recurring customer.” He’d mention which she would quirk a brow towards.
“What did he pay for?” She’d ask, wondering what she had in store as Carl spoke plainly.
“Enough to pay off your clients for the day, which is why I said keep him satisfied.” This shocked her a bit, no one ever payed that much, unless they were apart of the family, that or someone from the rich part of town, most didn’t get paid that much even if they worked for The Rat Pack, and unless someone really liked her then she had no clue who this could be.
Elysia knew not to ask if they knew who it was, he would have told her already, giving a small nod. “Alright, guess I’ll get to work.” Nodding, he would let her go off up stairs, making a hard right she headed down the hall with a number of rooms. The key had a number on it, while each door was plain but had a number above it with a removable plate, her key was at the far end of the hall, number fourteen.
As she would come to the door, turned the knob, and looked inside to find her client the woman noticed a cloaked figure, sitting on the bed silently while giving no hints too what they looked like underneath. Her eyes would scan over them for a moment before looking down and then closing and locking the door behind her.
“Good morning sir, I hope your well, did you have something in mind before we begin?” Elysia posture seemed more submissive, like a servant, hands together in front of her, one paw over the other. Her eyes looking down but then up at the dark opening of the cloak that represented a head, the person there would give a head shake, indicating no.
“Okay, if you don’t mind me asking, you paid quite a sum just for me, was there something special you had in mind? Or were you one of those boys with a lot of extra stamina.” She’d say, a bit of sass but a respectable amount for not knowing who she was talking too.
However the figure spoke, “I mean, a little of both really.” His voice was familiar, almost shockingly so as Elysia’s eyes would fly open, as if before she could say another word Ricter’s big round ears and fluffy face popped out of the cloak as he smiled towards her innocently. Like she would be happy to see him.
Her face lit up in a blush, as if thinking that he had done this on purpose for another reason but as she would look the womans eyes darted to the window, “You…didn’t have to do this, I..I didn’t expect you to..” She’d stammer, this was new for her, normally she kept a keen of mind but now she was babbling a bit.
“If you wanted to fuck me you could have just asked to last night, Ricter!” A hard slap was delivered to his face, not hard enough to budge him but enough to feel the sting as she put all of her might into it. Only making her rub her own hand, why did that hurt her more than himself?
“Ow..What are you made of?” She remarked under her breath, getting frustrated by this surprise as he barely budged, rubbing his own cheek as the weasel looked at her. Elysia looked back, a look of confusion on his face from being hit but cutely enough he would just stare back and diminish her anger infused hostility.
“Its not that, is it? Let me guess, followed me to work, is that how you found out?” The woman was smart, she never even gave a hint about where she worked much less showed him this place before, and she knew the weasel wasn’t a perv like so many other men so she had to ask how did he find out.
“No, I didn't follow you, actually its a bit more complicated than that, is it okay if we can talk about that later? I wanted to ask why didn’t you just tell me you worked here? How did you even end up here? You seem like such a smart woman, and no I wont look down on you for doing what you need to do to survive, but I honestly never took you for turning tricks just to make a quick dollar.”
Sitting down in a chair as she was no longer angry, just the shock was too much for her to cope with right away. However she felt it was plenty time to tell him now that he knew, it was better this way. She was still confused on how he found out but at the promise of being told later, the two had plenty of time to talk. “Alright, fine Mr. Snoopy, I’ll tell you, but your explaining yourself right after I’m done. Give me your phone, if were talking better to make this ruse full proof. Carl will come by pretty soon to make sure everything's fine.”
She’d hold out her hand to him expectantly, Ricter mentally questioned why but fished out his phone and gave it to her with out a fuss. She would begin typing on the screen, looking for something before cranking up the volume to max and pressing the play button.
What would play was the most raunchy sounding moaning mixed with other lewd noises you could imagine, the type of stuff that made you freak out if it was coming from your computer in a public area. It even drew some blushes from Ricter as she was essentially playing a high volume flick on his phone, she’d then place it on a stool the middle of the room as the sound would echo around them.
He’d get what she was doing, making it sound like they were doing something, but a the same time “Is this necessary?..”
“Yes, indeed it is, now you might as well get comfortable. We have little less than an hour or so.”
Taking off the cloak fully, tossing it to the side as she would sit down again, the sound was loud but she was close enough that it didn’t matter. Heck, even now with the phone pointed out towards the door girls who were coming up to their rooms or out of their rooms would pass by the door, listening and flustering by what they thought was Elysia and her client having a good time together.
Even Carl who was about to walk up the steps to check on his girls would perk up to the noise and give a knowing look, turning around while mumbling to himself, “Looks like she got someone to put her through the ringer and back, hey you all get back to work, if you want a piece of em better flaunt your goods when he’s done with Elysia.” His voice called out to the three or so girls who were listening in, all giving bows and went back to work now right after their boss left.
But, while all the commotion outside settled the woman would begin talking, “Back when I was a young girl, just turning 22 my father, a local fungus farmer, hit some hard times after a blight had hit the crops. He couldn’t supply food and had very little money to get more seeds or equipment so he took what little money we had and tried gambling, a past time that’s always failed him before. As you can guess it didn’t end well, he lost it all and drove himself into full on dept with the The Family, they don’t take kindly to not having their money, so as an alternative he sold his only daughter to a brothel to pay off his debit.”
Eyes foggy with the prospect of tears, held back by her own will power not to cry she had to take a moment to pause. Not for dramatic affect, but because it was her life and she rarely ever got to explain it to anyone willing to listen, especially not in this room.
“But it was so large no matter how many clients I had I’d never pay it off, because he kept taking out loan after loan, till finally the last I’d see of him was a photo of a bag over his head sitting in a chair, with a bucket of water over his feet. After he was gone I had the privilege of taking on his debt for him, and so here I am, working for something my father placed on me because he couldn’t find any other alternatives. I hated him, I hated him for 3 years, but I never once thought about wishing him dead, even after my first time was taking by a stranger who I hadn’t even gained the common practice of knowing their name. I still cared.”
She was crying, normally she seemed so strong willed yet now she was breaking down, and even Ricter couldn’t help but move his arm around her and pull her into a hug against him. He could hear soft sobbing, not making too much noise against the wet stain that was his shirt but also he could feel her arms wrapping around his midsection.
This was definitely needed this, to talk to someone, a friend, yet now he could see why that news paper was so prevalent, this family or whom ever they were was a problem and they now wanted him dead. Which as she began to blow into a small napkin she would correct her appearance a tad.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be soaking your shirt in my tears..” She’d apologize but he would wave it off, stroking a tear from his own eye as well, he wasn’t an empath but he was one of the biggest softies when it came to sad things, so seeing someone cry sparked him to do it as well.
“Its alright, besides a wet shirt means little for what lead too it, but what is your debt? I’m sure I can pay it.” He’d say, trying to offer hope but she would shake her head, smiling as she gently ran a hand down the side of his face.
“Your too sweet, but its far too much for you to pay for, the rest of the girls are in the same position, some falling on hard times only to sell their bodies to the highest bidder. While others having been sold by their own parents, people they loved and trusted just to cover their losses, its a sick practice but its my life and its sad to say I’ve grown to accept it.”
Her eyes had dulled, foggy from the tears but also from her admitting that this was hopeless, but Ricter couldn’t accept that, his own eyes held the prospect of hope, they almost always did. Which seemed to make her smile every time she looked at him.
“Now what was it that you wanted to tell me? I told you my half, better keep your part of the deal.” She poked his chest as he frowned and looked down before saying, “I..got it from a guys phone, it seems that the gang members here don’t take kindly to me chopping off their hands. But yes they tried to kill me.” He’d say with some resentment as her eyes seemed to open in shock at the mention of this.
“They…tried to kill you? But your alive, and- don’t tell me you-.” She seemed shocked, but not appalled by this, as if he did her a favor, and given his comments before to her he probably did.
“Yeah, a few of them are in that lake around the docks, they escorted me there after holding me at gun point. I didn’t let them live after that.” Once this was explained she would both smile and give a worried gaze.
“Heh…Always knew you were special, didn’t expect Demetri to be right about the whole knight in shining armor thing. So whats the plan?”
“Huh?” Ricter gave a puzzled gaze as Elysia smirked.
“Knowing you I’m fairly sure your not going to just take everything lightly, and you don't look like your willing to leave. So, whats the plan? Going to try tearing down a whole criminal organization by yourself then? Or are you just going by sheer luck.”
Smirking, the weasel was easy to read, but he would at least say, “Well I did plan on asking what you maybe knew about them over all, if you don’t mind me trying to upset the balance here.” He couldn't do it alone that was for sure, however he had a feeling with Elysia’s current smile she was more than happy to aid him.
“Well then lets get started.”
The two would soon begin their preparation for what would be and operation for which she would dub “Operation: Rat Pack is now underway! Now, I’d say we have three targets for which to strike them from. You know all three already from our little Q & A last night I take it?”
“Mhm, the mansion, the docks, and the casino, right?”
“Yes, however we should make a plan to take down each of them. Or at the least the docking ports and the casino, cutting off the sons power and operations would easily put the entire family in hot water with the cops.”
“You guys have cops down here?” Ricter seemed a little surprised by it since he hadn’t seen any police since he’s come down here.
“Yes, but they are paid off to ignore everything the gangs do, at least most of them, they were the ones in those aluminum platted armors you might have seen when entering into town.”
With this cleared up though he would shut up and begin to listen to her suggestions, formulating what could be the best approach to attacking. “Your best bet is the casino first, its a large complex, takes up a couple of blocks of space. Though your main goal would be finding Agustin, he stays in the VIP section of his own casino a lot. Tends to enjoy the more ‘exotic’ female parties if you know what I mean, if you can get past security or even trigger the fire alarms you can get there while clearing out the building.”
“How will get in though? I’m sure they know who I am now and probably want me dead now.”
Taking a moment the rat woman would look out the window, luckily the casino was so big she could see it from even here, thinking of an entrance before pointing at something through the tinted window. “See the roof? It is well guarded but given you escaped an execution squad with out a mark I’m sure you can do it. Find a door that leads down into the building, the camera room should be close too it as well.”
Watching her gesture and seeing the roof he could tell a number of goons were roaming on top of it, yeah that would be a hard way of doing it, but much better than walking in through the front door.
“As for Agustin?” The weasel asked expectantly.
“Kill the bastard, torture him, hell even hand him over to his brother. I could care less about his life for what him and his family has done to so many. After you find him though your next goal should be the docking ports.”
Taking out her own phone, she would give a small lay out of the docks, since a casino plan would be a bit out of her reach to bring up on the fly with just a map app. “They don’t have boats, but they transport goods all around town via aquatic creatures using the river systems. Demetri basically owns all the trade in town, and so he stays only a little ways away from his precious port. If you cause a ruckus down there you will probably get him to come out. Or if you come baring his brother I’m sure he will cut some kinda deal.”
Looking at the picture of the ports he would commit it to memory while also seeing her text the picture of them to his phone, still making lewd sounds of course. “What ever you do after both go up in smoke best to sit back and enjoy the firs works, once their underground schemes are out in the public they will have no way of recovery.”
Elysia had the biggest grin on her face, and by the sound of it she had this plan well thought out, even if it was just on the fly, he liked it. “This seems like a big job you know, well above what I can maybe do by myself.” Of course he would admit this, after all he was probably faced with well around 2000 plus men between the two groups, and much more fire power than a guy with a sword could take on his own.
“That is were your wrong sweetie, you have me, and a number of friends in high places. Even the girls here are willing to help out, just know we have your back, now, what say we start tonight?”
Ricter did want to hang out tonight, but he didn’t expect them hanging out to be fighting some kind of mafia. But he would nod in agreement, he was too much of a nice person to really say no to this, especially when it could give some hope to a town in turmoil. “Sounds good.”
“Perfect! I’ll try to keep in touch, lets make this a date to remember.” A giggle escaping her as he never thought a date would be this full of excitement but maybe he should get out more.
“Elysia, one more questions, what if we fail? What will happen to you all?”
A somber sensation rolled over her face, smirking but also saying in a tone that showed some remorse for the answer. “Well, then my mother, my friends, anyone I knew would be killed, many of the girls here included. Just as a warning to set the example, but were already living in a state of being dead, and were sick of it. Ricter, I don't expect you to do everything but I think I have enough faith in you that we could do this. Which I’ve held in no man ever.”
This made his heart skip, not for adoration, or for him liking her in some romantic way. He could feel that she was telling the truth, that she actually believed in him, and being the first male to have some of her trust felt like an honor that wouldn’t be soiled.
“Okay, lets make it a date to remember.” A smile appearing on his own face, confident this was doable as Elysia grinned back. Silently agreeing with him now before walking towards his phone, slowly turning down the volume on it. Stripping down she would seemingly begin taking off her clothes down to her bra, panties and clear stocking, but obviously it was for another reason.
“Feel free to head out soon, I still need to stay, however with you buying up all my clients I think Carl will give me most of the day off. We’ll convene a better plan over the phone, good luck out there and stay low.”
Placing the cloak over his body and covered up again he would silently walk to the door, smiling softly, “I’ll…talk to you on the phone later, yeah?” He’d say, his tone more casual now, but full of longing, as if she felt the need to reach out and grab him.
“Yeah.” She said back as after a moment or two of silence the weasel bent down to give her a hug, one that she would happily accept. “Your a cuddly one, you know a hug would have been better to give when I wasn't half naked.”
Drawing an embarrassed blush over his cream and white colored cheeks, “y-yeah I just realized that..” Shuddering he simply would make his way out of the room now as Elysia hopped into the bed, having splashed water on her face.
Right away he noticed what seemed like three girls and Carl who were all around the door, caught red handed trying to listen in but not hearing much. Emily who was a young mouse but just old enough to be legally here, an older rat who seemed to be on the taller side, quite skinny, and a lurantis.
All collectively huddled near the door as they blushed once he came out, “Um…may I help you?” Ricter would say in a gruff tone, mostly to mask his normal cheerful sounding voice.
“Oh nothing, policy says I have to check in and make sure my girls are all okay. By the sounds of it you really made her scream.” The bug man would say as he slipped a hand on the door, looking inside. He would see Elysia panting loudly, covering some parts of herself in blankets as she had taken off all of her clothes but she gave the look of an exhausted woman who just had a nice time.
All the while Carl would smirk, or at least his mandibles would give off the look of a smirk before closing the door, his eyes going back to Ricters form under the cloak. “Seems like I’ll need more girls with a customer like yourself, I brought you some of my newer ones. Have your pick of them if your not satisfied yet, I’ll even throw in a discount, just talk to me down stairs when your done.”
Happy with the results the ruse seemed to work very well, Elysia’s acting was top notch, though he felt all embarrassed for all the naughty after tones this resembled but he the act would be sustained for now. Giving a bow to the departing insect man before looking to the three girls who were picked just for him, of which he had no interest in taking but in a way he wanted to know more about the girls who were in the same bind as Elysia.
When Carl was gone the Taller woman would smile, speaking up first while giving a small bow to the weasel, “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Hyde, if you see what you like I’d be more than happy for you to be my next client. Especially after the show you seemed to give Elysia.” Completely failing at flirting as Ricter’s stare screamed the words ‘begone thot’, luckily they couldn’t see his eyes.
However her friend would chime in, the mantis pokemon smirking and flaunting in her dress as she spoke, a lot more flamboyant than her friend. “Blah he doesn’t want some skinny old hag, maybe you’d like something more exotic? You don’t need to worry, I wont bite off anything when were done, but I can be feisty too on command~”
Again, begone thots was the phrase of the day, and so far the weasel was unimpressed but could tell they were trying. However his attention went down to the small mouse girl, of which he would lean down and ask her, “You look quite young to be here, what is your name?”
His voice still as gruff as ever, he was new to the whole disguising himself thing but he was doing well with it so far. She was around 2’4”, very tiny, which the girl would blush and fiddle with her dress, she seemed shy and had a gray and white fur pattern, but she would answer him.
“I’m..Emily…Emily Mayflower..um..I’m what ever a-age you want me to be, s-sir..” She’d say in a timid tone that was practiced yet not used to saying, she was small for her age, and he could feel his heart breaking at hearing this. Why was she here? Why was any of these girls here? It made him get annoyed, but he kept his composure.
“Have you taken clients before?”
Her answer was slow but she eventually would muster the will to speak again, “Y-yes, only a..a few.” Timidly she would look down, not daring to look into his eyes till eventually she did glance up. He was so close she could make out the bright blue yes under the hood and his fuzzy face, which made the girl look up with amazement, as if she was expecting something else.
“I see, well, I’ll consider your offers for another time. I’m sure your boss doesn’t want you heckling a well paying client too much.” He’d say back to the two, which they gave a worried giggle and soon a curtsy before scampering off, arguing about who he’d choose. However as the little one would walk away she would turn into one of the rooms, glancing back at Ricter with a soft smile on her face before closing it.
A Whisper would interrupt Ricters trance as Elysia cracked the door slightly, speaking to him. “Innocent, isn’t she? Her mother was on drugs and so she sold her child to get extra cash, shes been here only a four days and has only scratched the surface of what they will make her do. You know it only took me a week before I was given clients that wanted to do more than just touch and look.”
Her tone just as heavy as you could imagine, even while delivered in a whisper he only knew that this plan seemed like the bet saving grace. But the weasel would have some more motivation if he wasn't convinced already while walking toward the stairs, someone else was coming up them.
He’d see a large hulking man, so big in fact that the stairs creaked loudly under his weight, and his size took up most of the space on each step. His face was that of a pig man, resembling boils and dotted with moles and spots of age, his breath was deep as he scaled the steps one at a time.
Ugly wasn’t close to even explaining his looks, and normally Ricter didn’t consider beauty a thing but the man didn’t take care of himself at all, even as he got up to the last step he could see the crack of his ass, trying to adjust his pants before pulling his hand up and sniffing it, he wanted to vomit. But he stood there and watched him.
The client would make his way down the hall, looking to Ricter as he gave a hearty grin and wink his way, “Hope you don’t mind me having my turn hekehak.” He’d choke on his own saliva as he licked his lips, as if salivating at the thought of some feast he was going to have. He smelled horrid too, like garlic fermenting in shit, it was gross and Ricter would say nothing as under his cloak he was holding his breath with his paw around his pink nose.
As the man passed him the weasel looked back, watching as he stopped to take a small breather before finally taking a right turn and opening a door and closing it behind himself, he stepped into little Mayflowers room.
“Elysia!” Carl called out from the front desk, typically this meant she had a room ready, which as she walked over he would give her a key.
“You know the room, got a client already up there for you, payed a nice bit extra too. Make sure you give him a good time, might just have a recurring customer.” He’d mention which she would quirk a brow towards.
“What did he pay for?” She’d ask, wondering what she had in store as Carl spoke plainly.
“Enough to pay off your clients for the day, which is why I said keep him satisfied.” This shocked her a bit, no one ever payed that much, unless they were apart of the family, that or someone from the rich part of town, most didn’t get paid that much even if they worked for The Rat Pack, and unless someone really liked her then she had no clue who this could be.
Elysia knew not to ask if they knew who it was, he would have told her already, giving a small nod. “Alright, guess I’ll get to work.” Nodding, he would let her go off up stairs, making a hard right she headed down the hall with a number of rooms. The key had a number on it, while each door was plain but had a number above it with a removable plate, her key was at the far end of the hall, number fourteen.
As she would come to the door, turned the knob, and looked inside to find her client the woman noticed a cloaked figure, sitting on the bed silently while giving no hints too what they looked like underneath. Her eyes would scan over them for a moment before looking down and then closing and locking the door behind her.
“Good morning sir, I hope your well, did you have something in mind before we begin?” Elysia posture seemed more submissive, like a servant, hands together in front of her, one paw over the other. Her eyes looking down but then up at the dark opening of the cloak that represented a head, the person there would give a head shake, indicating no.
“Okay, if you don’t mind me asking, you paid quite a sum just for me, was there something special you had in mind? Or were you one of those boys with a lot of extra stamina.” She’d say, a bit of sass but a respectable amount for not knowing who she was talking too.
However the figure spoke, “I mean, a little of both really.” His voice was familiar, almost shockingly so as Elysia’s eyes would fly open, as if before she could say another word Ricter’s big round ears and fluffy face popped out of the cloak as he smiled towards her innocently. Like she would be happy to see him.
Her face lit up in a blush, as if thinking that he had done this on purpose for another reason but as she would look the womans eyes darted to the window, “You…didn’t have to do this, I..I didn’t expect you to..” She’d stammer, this was new for her, normally she kept a keen of mind but now she was babbling a bit.
“If you wanted to fuck me you could have just asked to last night, Ricter!” A hard slap was delivered to his face, not hard enough to budge him but enough to feel the sting as she put all of her might into it. Only making her rub her own hand, why did that hurt her more than himself?
“Ow..What are you made of?” She remarked under her breath, getting frustrated by this surprise as he barely budged, rubbing his own cheek as the weasel looked at her. Elysia looked back, a look of confusion on his face from being hit but cutely enough he would just stare back and diminish her anger infused hostility.
“Its not that, is it? Let me guess, followed me to work, is that how you found out?” The woman was smart, she never even gave a hint about where she worked much less showed him this place before, and she knew the weasel wasn’t a perv like so many other men so she had to ask how did he find out.
“No, I didn't follow you, actually its a bit more complicated than that, is it okay if we can talk about that later? I wanted to ask why didn’t you just tell me you worked here? How did you even end up here? You seem like such a smart woman, and no I wont look down on you for doing what you need to do to survive, but I honestly never took you for turning tricks just to make a quick dollar.”
Sitting down in a chair as she was no longer angry, just the shock was too much for her to cope with right away. However she felt it was plenty time to tell him now that he knew, it was better this way. She was still confused on how he found out but at the promise of being told later, the two had plenty of time to talk. “Alright, fine Mr. Snoopy, I’ll tell you, but your explaining yourself right after I’m done. Give me your phone, if were talking better to make this ruse full proof. Carl will come by pretty soon to make sure everything's fine.”
She’d hold out her hand to him expectantly, Ricter mentally questioned why but fished out his phone and gave it to her with out a fuss. She would begin typing on the screen, looking for something before cranking up the volume to max and pressing the play button.
What would play was the most raunchy sounding moaning mixed with other lewd noises you could imagine, the type of stuff that made you freak out if it was coming from your computer in a public area. It even drew some blushes from Ricter as she was essentially playing a high volume flick on his phone, she’d then place it on a stool the middle of the room as the sound would echo around them.
He’d get what she was doing, making it sound like they were doing something, but a the same time “Is this necessary?..”
“Yes, indeed it is, now you might as well get comfortable. We have little less than an hour or so.”
Taking off the cloak fully, tossing it to the side as she would sit down again, the sound was loud but she was close enough that it didn’t matter. Heck, even now with the phone pointed out towards the door girls who were coming up to their rooms or out of their rooms would pass by the door, listening and flustering by what they thought was Elysia and her client having a good time together.
Even Carl who was about to walk up the steps to check on his girls would perk up to the noise and give a knowing look, turning around while mumbling to himself, “Looks like she got someone to put her through the ringer and back, hey you all get back to work, if you want a piece of em better flaunt your goods when he’s done with Elysia.” His voice called out to the three or so girls who were listening in, all giving bows and went back to work now right after their boss left.
But, while all the commotion outside settled the woman would begin talking, “Back when I was a young girl, just turning 22 my father, a local fungus farmer, hit some hard times after a blight had hit the crops. He couldn’t supply food and had very little money to get more seeds or equipment so he took what little money we had and tried gambling, a past time that’s always failed him before. As you can guess it didn’t end well, he lost it all and drove himself into full on dept with the The Family, they don’t take kindly to not having their money, so as an alternative he sold his only daughter to a brothel to pay off his debit.”
Eyes foggy with the prospect of tears, held back by her own will power not to cry she had to take a moment to pause. Not for dramatic affect, but because it was her life and she rarely ever got to explain it to anyone willing to listen, especially not in this room.
“But it was so large no matter how many clients I had I’d never pay it off, because he kept taking out loan after loan, till finally the last I’d see of him was a photo of a bag over his head sitting in a chair, with a bucket of water over his feet. After he was gone I had the privilege of taking on his debt for him, and so here I am, working for something my father placed on me because he couldn’t find any other alternatives. I hated him, I hated him for 3 years, but I never once thought about wishing him dead, even after my first time was taking by a stranger who I hadn’t even gained the common practice of knowing their name. I still cared.”
She was crying, normally she seemed so strong willed yet now she was breaking down, and even Ricter couldn’t help but move his arm around her and pull her into a hug against him. He could hear soft sobbing, not making too much noise against the wet stain that was his shirt but also he could feel her arms wrapping around his midsection.
This was definitely needed this, to talk to someone, a friend, yet now he could see why that news paper was so prevalent, this family or whom ever they were was a problem and they now wanted him dead. Which as she began to blow into a small napkin she would correct her appearance a tad.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be soaking your shirt in my tears..” She’d apologize but he would wave it off, stroking a tear from his own eye as well, he wasn’t an empath but he was one of the biggest softies when it came to sad things, so seeing someone cry sparked him to do it as well.
“Its alright, besides a wet shirt means little for what lead too it, but what is your debt? I’m sure I can pay it.” He’d say, trying to offer hope but she would shake her head, smiling as she gently ran a hand down the side of his face.
“Your too sweet, but its far too much for you to pay for, the rest of the girls are in the same position, some falling on hard times only to sell their bodies to the highest bidder. While others having been sold by their own parents, people they loved and trusted just to cover their losses, its a sick practice but its my life and its sad to say I’ve grown to accept it.”
Her eyes had dulled, foggy from the tears but also from her admitting that this was hopeless, but Ricter couldn’t accept that, his own eyes held the prospect of hope, they almost always did. Which seemed to make her smile every time she looked at him.
“Now what was it that you wanted to tell me? I told you my half, better keep your part of the deal.” She poked his chest as he frowned and looked down before saying, “I..got it from a guys phone, it seems that the gang members here don’t take kindly to me chopping off their hands. But yes they tried to kill me.” He’d say with some resentment as her eyes seemed to open in shock at the mention of this.
“They…tried to kill you? But your alive, and- don’t tell me you-.” She seemed shocked, but not appalled by this, as if he did her a favor, and given his comments before to her he probably did.
“Yeah, a few of them are in that lake around the docks, they escorted me there after holding me at gun point. I didn’t let them live after that.” Once this was explained she would both smile and give a worried gaze.
“Heh…Always knew you were special, didn’t expect Demetri to be right about the whole knight in shining armor thing. So whats the plan?”
“Huh?” Ricter gave a puzzled gaze as Elysia smirked.
“Knowing you I’m fairly sure your not going to just take everything lightly, and you don't look like your willing to leave. So, whats the plan? Going to try tearing down a whole criminal organization by yourself then? Or are you just going by sheer luck.”
Smirking, the weasel was easy to read, but he would at least say, “Well I did plan on asking what you maybe knew about them over all, if you don’t mind me trying to upset the balance here.” He couldn't do it alone that was for sure, however he had a feeling with Elysia’s current smile she was more than happy to aid him.
“Well then lets get started.”
The two would soon begin their preparation for what would be and operation for which she would dub “Operation: Rat Pack is now underway! Now, I’d say we have three targets for which to strike them from. You know all three already from our little Q & A last night I take it?”
“Mhm, the mansion, the docks, and the casino, right?”
“Yes, however we should make a plan to take down each of them. Or at the least the docking ports and the casino, cutting off the sons power and operations would easily put the entire family in hot water with the cops.”
“You guys have cops down here?” Ricter seemed a little surprised by it since he hadn’t seen any police since he’s come down here.
“Yes, but they are paid off to ignore everything the gangs do, at least most of them, they were the ones in those aluminum platted armors you might have seen when entering into town.”
With this cleared up though he would shut up and begin to listen to her suggestions, formulating what could be the best approach to attacking. “Your best bet is the casino first, its a large complex, takes up a couple of blocks of space. Though your main goal would be finding Agustin, he stays in the VIP section of his own casino a lot. Tends to enjoy the more ‘exotic’ female parties if you know what I mean, if you can get past security or even trigger the fire alarms you can get there while clearing out the building.”
“How will get in though? I’m sure they know who I am now and probably want me dead now.”
Taking a moment the rat woman would look out the window, luckily the casino was so big she could see it from even here, thinking of an entrance before pointing at something through the tinted window. “See the roof? It is well guarded but given you escaped an execution squad with out a mark I’m sure you can do it. Find a door that leads down into the building, the camera room should be close too it as well.”
Watching her gesture and seeing the roof he could tell a number of goons were roaming on top of it, yeah that would be a hard way of doing it, but much better than walking in through the front door.
“As for Agustin?” The weasel asked expectantly.
“Kill the bastard, torture him, hell even hand him over to his brother. I could care less about his life for what him and his family has done to so many. After you find him though your next goal should be the docking ports.”
Taking out her own phone, she would give a small lay out of the docks, since a casino plan would be a bit out of her reach to bring up on the fly with just a map app. “They don’t have boats, but they transport goods all around town via aquatic creatures using the river systems. Demetri basically owns all the trade in town, and so he stays only a little ways away from his precious port. If you cause a ruckus down there you will probably get him to come out. Or if you come baring his brother I’m sure he will cut some kinda deal.”
Looking at the picture of the ports he would commit it to memory while also seeing her text the picture of them to his phone, still making lewd sounds of course. “What ever you do after both go up in smoke best to sit back and enjoy the firs works, once their underground schemes are out in the public they will have no way of recovery.”
Elysia had the biggest grin on her face, and by the sound of it she had this plan well thought out, even if it was just on the fly, he liked it. “This seems like a big job you know, well above what I can maybe do by myself.” Of course he would admit this, after all he was probably faced with well around 2000 plus men between the two groups, and much more fire power than a guy with a sword could take on his own.
“That is were your wrong sweetie, you have me, and a number of friends in high places. Even the girls here are willing to help out, just know we have your back, now, what say we start tonight?”
Ricter did want to hang out tonight, but he didn’t expect them hanging out to be fighting some kind of mafia. But he would nod in agreement, he was too much of a nice person to really say no to this, especially when it could give some hope to a town in turmoil. “Sounds good.”
“Perfect! I’ll try to keep in touch, lets make this a date to remember.” A giggle escaping her as he never thought a date would be this full of excitement but maybe he should get out more.
“Elysia, one more questions, what if we fail? What will happen to you all?”
A somber sensation rolled over her face, smirking but also saying in a tone that showed some remorse for the answer. “Well, then my mother, my friends, anyone I knew would be killed, many of the girls here included. Just as a warning to set the example, but were already living in a state of being dead, and were sick of it. Ricter, I don't expect you to do everything but I think I have enough faith in you that we could do this. Which I’ve held in no man ever.”
This made his heart skip, not for adoration, or for him liking her in some romantic way. He could feel that she was telling the truth, that she actually believed in him, and being the first male to have some of her trust felt like an honor that wouldn’t be soiled.
“Okay, lets make it a date to remember.” A smile appearing on his own face, confident this was doable as Elysia grinned back. Silently agreeing with him now before walking towards his phone, slowly turning down the volume on it. Stripping down she would seemingly begin taking off her clothes down to her bra, panties and clear stocking, but obviously it was for another reason.
“Feel free to head out soon, I still need to stay, however with you buying up all my clients I think Carl will give me most of the day off. We’ll convene a better plan over the phone, good luck out there and stay low.”
Placing the cloak over his body and covered up again he would silently walk to the door, smiling softly, “I’ll…talk to you on the phone later, yeah?” He’d say, his tone more casual now, but full of longing, as if she felt the need to reach out and grab him.
“Yeah.” She said back as after a moment or two of silence the weasel bent down to give her a hug, one that she would happily accept. “Your a cuddly one, you know a hug would have been better to give when I wasn't half naked.”
Drawing an embarrassed blush over his cream and white colored cheeks, “y-yeah I just realized that..” Shuddering he simply would make his way out of the room now as Elysia hopped into the bed, having splashed water on her face.
Right away he noticed what seemed like three girls and Carl who were all around the door, caught red handed trying to listen in but not hearing much. Emily who was a young mouse but just old enough to be legally here, an older rat who seemed to be on the taller side, quite skinny, and a lurantis.
All collectively huddled near the door as they blushed once he came out, “Um…may I help you?” Ricter would say in a gruff tone, mostly to mask his normal cheerful sounding voice.
“Oh nothing, policy says I have to check in and make sure my girls are all okay. By the sounds of it you really made her scream.” The bug man would say as he slipped a hand on the door, looking inside. He would see Elysia panting loudly, covering some parts of herself in blankets as she had taken off all of her clothes but she gave the look of an exhausted woman who just had a nice time.
All the while Carl would smirk, or at least his mandibles would give off the look of a smirk before closing the door, his eyes going back to Ricters form under the cloak. “Seems like I’ll need more girls with a customer like yourself, I brought you some of my newer ones. Have your pick of them if your not satisfied yet, I’ll even throw in a discount, just talk to me down stairs when your done.”
Happy with the results the ruse seemed to work very well, Elysia’s acting was top notch, though he felt all embarrassed for all the naughty after tones this resembled but he the act would be sustained for now. Giving a bow to the departing insect man before looking to the three girls who were picked just for him, of which he had no interest in taking but in a way he wanted to know more about the girls who were in the same bind as Elysia.
When Carl was gone the Taller woman would smile, speaking up first while giving a small bow to the weasel, “Pleasure to meet you, I’m Hyde, if you see what you like I’d be more than happy for you to be my next client. Especially after the show you seemed to give Elysia.” Completely failing at flirting as Ricter’s stare screamed the words ‘begone thot’, luckily they couldn’t see his eyes.
However her friend would chime in, the mantis pokemon smirking and flaunting in her dress as she spoke, a lot more flamboyant than her friend. “Blah he doesn’t want some skinny old hag, maybe you’d like something more exotic? You don’t need to worry, I wont bite off anything when were done, but I can be feisty too on command~”
Again, begone thots was the phrase of the day, and so far the weasel was unimpressed but could tell they were trying. However his attention went down to the small mouse girl, of which he would lean down and ask her, “You look quite young to be here, what is your name?”
His voice still as gruff as ever, he was new to the whole disguising himself thing but he was doing well with it so far. She was around 2’4”, very tiny, which the girl would blush and fiddle with her dress, she seemed shy and had a gray and white fur pattern, but she would answer him.
“I’m..Emily…Emily Mayflower..um..I’m what ever a-age you want me to be, s-sir..” She’d say in a timid tone that was practiced yet not used to saying, she was small for her age, and he could feel his heart breaking at hearing this. Why was she here? Why was any of these girls here? It made him get annoyed, but he kept his composure.
“Have you taken clients before?”
Her answer was slow but she eventually would muster the will to speak again, “Y-yes, only a..a few.” Timidly she would look down, not daring to look into his eyes till eventually she did glance up. He was so close she could make out the bright blue yes under the hood and his fuzzy face, which made the girl look up with amazement, as if she was expecting something else.
“I see, well, I’ll consider your offers for another time. I’m sure your boss doesn’t want you heckling a well paying client too much.” He’d say back to the two, which they gave a worried giggle and soon a curtsy before scampering off, arguing about who he’d choose. However as the little one would walk away she would turn into one of the rooms, glancing back at Ricter with a soft smile on her face before closing it.
A Whisper would interrupt Ricters trance as Elysia cracked the door slightly, speaking to him. “Innocent, isn’t she? Her mother was on drugs and so she sold her child to get extra cash, shes been here only a four days and has only scratched the surface of what they will make her do. You know it only took me a week before I was given clients that wanted to do more than just touch and look.”
Her tone just as heavy as you could imagine, even while delivered in a whisper he only knew that this plan seemed like the bet saving grace. But the weasel would have some more motivation if he wasn't convinced already while walking toward the stairs, someone else was coming up them.
He’d see a large hulking man, so big in fact that the stairs creaked loudly under his weight, and his size took up most of the space on each step. His face was that of a pig man, resembling boils and dotted with moles and spots of age, his breath was deep as he scaled the steps one at a time.
Ugly wasn’t close to even explaining his looks, and normally Ricter didn’t consider beauty a thing but the man didn’t take care of himself at all, even as he got up to the last step he could see the crack of his ass, trying to adjust his pants before pulling his hand up and sniffing it, he wanted to vomit. But he stood there and watched him.
The client would make his way down the hall, looking to Ricter as he gave a hearty grin and wink his way, “Hope you don’t mind me having my turn hekehak.” He’d choke on his own saliva as he licked his lips, as if salivating at the thought of some feast he was going to have. He smelled horrid too, like garlic fermenting in shit, it was gross and Ricter would say nothing as under his cloak he was holding his breath with his paw around his pink nose.
As the man passed him the weasel looked back, watching as he stopped to take a small breather before finally taking a right turn and opening a door and closing it behind himself, he stepped into little Mayflowers room.