“So now what?” Poison thought to herself leaning back on her bar stool, letting her long pink hair sway behind her. She had a bag of apparently magic keys. Which she apparently had to exchange out as part of a contract deal with some supernatural bordello. “Ugh… just great! I should have tried that rock band idea instead of drowning my sorrows at one of my old hang outs here in Metro City. Or at least brought Hugo along… the big lummox always seems to have a knack noticing weirdos with magical bullshit what with his crazy gypsy background.”
Or… become a whore herself if she failed! Which given all the things she’d seen wasn’t a risk she was willing to take. Not that she had much of a problem with it. She’d considered plying the oldest profession a few times back when she ran with the Mad Gears. But they were playing the long con with whatever bizarre plan the boss had…
Up to the point where Mike Hagger kicked him out of his pent house window…
With a little help from Cody Travers.
As she put a few of her remaining dollars down to pay for her drinks Poison turned away, still clutching the bag tightly as she thought of her fairly serious crush on the now imprisoned street fighter. Though given how he just busted out last time to take part in a tournament it was kind of obvious they weren’t taking the precautions necessary to keep a fighter of his caliber behind bars. Hell, he might even be out again at the moment since they still had him in the same prison as before.
Probably Hagger’s doing. He always had a soft spot for the boy.
Just as she walked towards the door she found herself moving around a large rotund man with a goatee to stare into the face of one of Metro City’s finest cops. Lucia Morgan had just entered the Barfly Lounge, her short brown leather jacket pulled open to show her midriff revealing top with her long powerful legs barely covered by a pair of ripped jean shorts she often wore when officially off the clock.
Which she was supposed to be… not looking for renegade SIN agents or members of a resurrected Skull Cross gang or any of half a dozen other potential super criminal elements that seemed determined to make their home in Metro City.
And now she was face to face with one of the more notable members of what had been the most infamous gang to ever blight her not so fair city. “Poison!” Lucia practically growled out.
“Wait a minute! Whatever you think I did, I didn’t do it! I’ve been straight since… hell since before we even met that first time during the Skull Cross riots,” Poison said. Lifting her hands up defensively as she did. The last thing she needed now was trouble with the police here. Most of the corrupt cops in the department were gone by now… and she hadn’t the money to pay them off anyway. Not unless she tried to offer other services instead.
“Which is why I don’t have time to deal with this! I need to figure out how to get out of this bullshit magical nonsense I’m involved in already.”
Lucia looked from Poison’s honestly innocent expression to the small leather sack in her right hand. Which only caused her own eyes to narrow at the sight of something that looked to be a potential container of who knows what sort of illegal contraband. She quickly grabbed at it!
Only for Poison to jump away and try and lift it out of reach of the equally tall short bob cut blonde woman. “Whoa! This is mine… and while I’d love to let you deal with this crap I don’t think I can just hand the whole sack over and call it a night. So- HEY LET GO!”
Lucia pulled harder on the bag, now certain that it must contain something that would finally put this pink haired bitch behind bars like she should have been years ago. “NO! You let go… this- UH, is official police- OOH!”Lucia jumped back from where Poison had kicked at her leg yanking the small sack free at the same time. Positioning herself behind a rounded table that had cleared at the potential sight of two barely clothed women fighting she opened it up and poured the contents out. Revealing seven nearly identical silver keys with tiny blank madellions attached to their chains.
And one larger brass key with no identifying markings at all.
It might behoove the reader to know a few facts that our ignorant if luscious lady did not see fit to read from her contract. As the whore house was extra-dimensional, the recruiters are as well. Should Poison wish to go to some other world or even a place within her own, she needs merely to think of it strongly and place the travel key in a nearby door. Granting her quick passage to her destination.
Or should she merely think of a place in general… like say futuristic space city it might take her to the nearest equivalent… whether the Citadel or Coruscant might remains to be discovered. For her task is to find and create suitable whores on a scale as far reaching as the establishment for which she serves.
The more interesting feature to consider at the moment is what happens when someone other than the recruiter and not yet hired touches one of the keys.
Like Lucia just did. For these silver trinkets did far more than provide a method of convenience for the one of their recruits to attend to their services at the whore house and then return back to their home dimension.
“Okay this might look bad, but I swear I’m not working with some locksmith to rob penthouses or… hey are you listening?” Poison asked as Lucia had seemed to stop making aggressive overtures towards her soon after reaching down to touch one of the keys. Now she was just holding it in her hand…
Mine…
This is…
“Mine…”
In front of Poison a small registration form suddenly appeared. Along with a little pen emblazoned with the letters EDWH. “Extra-Dimensional Whore House recruit form… only valid if filled out by the attending recruiter?” Poison sat down, collecting the other seven keys to read through the legal form in front of her. While Lucia seemed unable to tear herself away from her current position. As if touching the key had… locked her in place for the moment.
It was so weird too. She should be terrified at this situation. Or angry at Poison for tricking her into…
Well, doing what she told her not to do, so it was kind of her fault. But if she hadn’t then she wouldn’t have found this…
Thing…
“P-Poison…”
She looked up at Lucia Morgan, seeing her blonde hair over a sweaty brow and a slightly flushed face. Her brown eyes wide as she looked back at her. “Hey, Lucia… could you hand over that key?”
Lucia reeled back as if shot. Clutching it in her fist next to her chest. “What… why! I mean… I really want it… I-“
She swallowed heavily staring down at the unmarked metal tag at the end of the chain. She needed this key. It was important, every fiber of her being was screaming out to her that this was something she had to have. That she would never forgive herself if she let this opportunity pass her by. To…
To…
“What do I have to do to keep this key?” Lucia asked suddenly. It belonged to Poison, so obviously she had to bargain for it. Her no nonsense attitude took charge and she seated herself across from the halter top wearing pinkette. Who just cocked one eyebrow at the sight in front of her.
“Well, no reason to sugar coat this…” Poison thought, taking a deep breath before she said the most ridiculous thing ever. Even more sanity questioning then “Did that bald Indian guy just teleport?”
“You’d have to be a whore… working for some sort of supernatural whorehouse. In another dimension,” Poison said, seeing not the slightest trace of the reaction she expected from these statements. Lucia appeared to be deathly serious. Truly considering bartering her life for the chance to sell sex. Her very identity and self-image seemingly unlocked the moment her fingers touched the key she now held to tightly.
“Permanently?”
Poison looked over the contract… curious herself in fact. “Uh… no, apparently it says you’d have a yearlong optional deal with negotiable extensions. So… whoa! It says you have adjustable hours and a starting bonus of $30,000.00! But… huh, my commission bonus doesn’t list anything…” Poison said as she went back to reading the contract. And then frowned a bit as she saw that towards the bottom there was a little box warning her not to mark inside it with five star ranking system. With Lucia currently sitting at two stars… and not a single extra remark to note about her future status.
Lucia let out a breath she hadn’t been holding. So she’d become a prostitute. That would be fine. She’d have fun selling her flesh over the weekends, make a lot of extra scratch and have some good experience to call on when she helped the vice squad.
Though she suddenly found herself having more and more trouble thinking of reasons to do so. She certainly still wanted to bust drug dealers… but it seemed like the more she thought about this job the harder it was to feel any sort of disgust at the idea of sex work in general. All those former prudish objections were evaporating as she held the key between her right thumb and forefinger… massaging the smooth metal.
“Okay, that’s fine. I can balance my time with the force and this new job. You said the hours were adjustable? I’m sure I can work something out,” Lucia said. “Okay… so I’ll take my vacation time over the next week to get started, maybe try and switch to a day shift if that’s more convenient. Except Poison said it’s in a another dimension? So like when that flying aircraft carrier crashed in New York last year and Mayor Hagger teamed up with a giant green man in purple underwear to save the world? So maybe the time zones won’t synch up…”
“Uh… no? How about you do this full time?” Poison suggested, interrupting her thoughts. “If Lucia becomes a full time whore I’ll be out of this gig so much quicker and maybe I’ll- what the hell?!”
Poison stared down at the contract as the words shifted around. Only to look up and see that Lucia was suddenly looking a little more… stressed than she had moments before. More like what you would expect from someone trading away a promising career curtailing vice in order to provide it.
“I-if that’s necessary I guess I can do that…” Lucia looked down at the key again. Feeling it pulse in her hand. Telling her that it would be worth it. That anything she traded away would be worth it.
While Poison looked back down at the contract…
“From a year long with possible extensions to only three months! And now it states that there’s a potential karmic imbalance and she lost a whole half star on her rank… and her starting bonus is…”
“Three hundred grand!”
“Oh… really? Well I guess that’s fair I guess… but I really like my current job… but if I have to I suppose I could- I mean if there’s no other way-“
“Sheesh… fine. You can be a hooker cop or something. Would that work?” Poison asked at last. Wanting to get the contract back to the original duration… and hopefully remove the karmic imbalance warning next to her still absent commission bonus. Getting an immediate reaction from Lucia. Her oddly panicked expression fleeing immediately now that she was no longer contemplating giving up her whole life to be a whore. Just a little on the weekends maybe? “Not like I won’t be able to keep my own hours and this establishment seems pretty high end… oh! They even state you can work in your off hours however you want… so there’s no problem with keeping my job with the force…”
She swallowed nervously as she stared at the key in her hand. Feeling the warm reflective metal between her fingers. Sending shivers up her arm as she held it…
“Or… or other costumers too. I could do that as well…”
While Lucia continued planning out her whorish lifestyle Poison was actually looking through the fine print, trying to understand the logic by which this job functioned.
“Okay… so when I told her to stop being a cop her contract got shorter and she was suddenly being paid a lot more money… plus it gave me a warning. So… what are the limitations here? Do they have to keep their old jobs… what if they don’t really have one? Or already were a whore and…”
“Why does this thing list all her body like an RPG character?”
“Is there something wrong with my body?” Lucia asked. Looking down at her fairly large bust. She wasn’t quite as large as Maki or Jessica Hagger but she dwarfed Poison’s own breasts easily. It was somewhat annoying actually that all the women she knew of in Metro City had such large chests in comparison…
“Yeah, they’re too big,” Poison said rolling her eyes. Before staring in shock as Lucia’s tits suddenly poured out a cup size into the void. Deflating down to being just a smidge smaller than her own C-cup breasts.
Lucia scooting back on her chair and closing her eyes as the throbbing sensation simmered down from her shrinking chest. “W-will that do?”
Poison looked back down at the sheet and saw that Lucia’s measurements had been adjusted… just from asked her. Looking at the pen in her hand she was struck with a sudden idea. And wrote a few words next to her hair color on the form.
Only for the ink to flow away… and for inky black to drip up her follicles. Staining them a raven black dye job that stopped just short of her roots. On the whole giving her a slightly more appropriate look for a streetwalker. While a few more words appeared next to her name and her ranking went up a star. Apparently it considered her style to be SLIGHTLY PUNK.
“Actually… no, I think your breasts need to be bigger,” Poison said holding the sheet up so she could see the numbers on Lucia’s measurements change as her own bust renewed itself… and then some! She quaked as slutty new fat developed in her breasts. The whorish moneymakers she would need to secure this contract. To earn the key in her hand. To make it hers. Fully and completely.
To make sure she fit it.
Just right…
Her blue top stretched… and stretched to contain the swelling bosoms. Her nipples going erect as her arousal built and the pushed against the too tight material as it was pushed to the very limits. She moved her left hand around her expanding bust, trying to find a comfortable position as her bra became almost impossible to miss and the zipper on the front reached the very limits of its ability to contain all that tit.
“Is this better?”
Poison nodded and looked down at the contract again. Still up for a year, but it now list that Poison herself would receive a bonus and Lucia was now listed as almost four stars on the sheet. Noting her dominant attitude and street smarts complimented her punkish looks and significant physical attributes. It even went on to recommend her as a good choice for jobs risky street walker jobs.
Which made Poison a little curious… the hooded man had said she was recruiting for a whore house… but it seemed like the type of hooker Lucia was going to be might be better suited for tracking her clients down… or doing house calls. “Guess I’ll have to ask about that later… if I can’t get out of this mess by then.”
“So it wants me to be creative? Or to try and make them sexier before I sign them up…”
Looking down at the contract some more Poison was struck with another idea to test before she finished recruiting Lucia Morgan…
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