The Hard Sell Ch. 02

Warning: This is a continuation of The Hard Sell, Chapter 1. All characters will be summarized here, but better details are explained in the previous chapters.

All characters are depicted to be 18+.

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Plates were handed out between them as Genevieve and Casper got settled into their seats. The table was covered in delicate silverware, glasses topped with sparkling water fizzed to fill the quiet ambience. Then came the smell of food, hot and sizzling filled the space, which drew Casper's attention.

The orc from earlier, Rozuk, came out wearing his checkered apron as two platters of food filled each hand, steaming with the scent of something meaty from beneath each silver lid. "Mutton on sticks, with steamed vegetables on the side and seasoned potatoes to go with it. Simple, but I've been told all my life that it's wonderful."

"And it truly is!", responded Genevieve, the owner of the inn sitting upright while the plates were set between them. Casper examined the food, taking mental notes of how quickly it was made. Yet, when she lifted the skewered lamb she could see that it was perfectly charred, the inside a delicious red like the way she requested. She took a bite, her mouth exploding with several flavors.

"My my, this is wonderful! Are you sure you're not a professional?" She moved her gaze to Rozuk, who merely blushed at the question as he rubbed the gray hair on his chin. "I've been to a couple establishments. Never stayed long though, due to personal reasons. So I've seen and studied a few tips and tricks." He offered a bow to Casper, then to Genevieve before he started making his way back to the kitchen. Casper's gaze was watching him all the way back, something she hadn't picked up on until Genevieve interrupted her, "You're staring, dear. I see you find the chef quite attractive."

Those long pointed ears turned from bronze to a deep shade of crimson as her attention went to Genevieve, whose lips drew into a knowing smile. The onyx skinned drow leaned forward, tapping her chin as Casper looked down. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, dear. Plenty of elves nowadays are getting along with orcs. Just be aware, we are here for business."

"Right, my bad. It's just... it's been some time since I've been affectionate to someone. Or had feelings for someone. I mean, I would like to know more about him, but I also wouldn't mind... you know-?" Casper paused, nodding her head back to where the orc disappeared. Genevieve merely chuckled at the response, "Having sex with him? I understand."

Casper nodded, digging into the food so it wouldn't go to waste. She didn't notice Genevieve gave one of her staff members a look, the azul colored tiefling from earlier was behind the bar when he received it. He smiled with a nod and started making his way to the kitchen before Casper drew her head up. "Yes, that was very unprofessional to talk about. Shall we move on to the plans for your business?"

Genevieve perked up at this, leaning forward while Casper reached for a small pocket book in her vest. Flipping through it, she started to go over the details about the inn. "So, to get the biggest concern off, I do believe that you will be suited to run the Hard Sell without any issue." At this, Genevieve couldn't help but whoop at the explanation, raising her hand in a fist pump before the inspector interrupted, "But, there are some concerns, and some goals you have to reach before we make this official."

Genevieve's excitement faded almost instantly, her face pouting as she sat back in her seat. "Of course, conditions... what sort of conditions?"

"Well to start," Casper continued, "your business does have to reach a monthly quota. And since it's so unique of a business, the family is willing to give you a month's time before your first quota needs to be reached. That way, you've had the chance to gain a good reputation throughout the city." The high elf had reached into her pocket and retrieved a graphite stick from it, her attention went to writing down said requirements in her book. "The second condition relates to your reputation. Each staff member here has to have a good record with the patrons before the quota."

Genevieve frowned. "Wait, before the quota? Would that mean that from today forward, we have to satisfy a customer with each current staff member?"

"With each, or in a group. Knock it all off in one go, so to speak." Casper became flush at the idea while Genevieve hummed in amusement while taking a drink from her wine glass. "Anyways, the third and final deal is to hire a new worker." At this, the drow coughed up her drink. "Wha- a new worker?"

"I know, I know...", Casper raised her hands. "It's a requirement. We need to see if you'd be able to hire someone capable within the first month. I understand that you're comfortable with your current staff, but we need an outsider to enter and work there as well."

It took her a moment for Genevieve to compose herself. It did make sense, a brothel is a difficult business to hire newcomers in. And a dangerous one. "So... meet a quota, make friends, hire a guy. Got it. Is there something else I should worry about or be concerned with?"

"Nope! Those are the main three. We'll have to discuss other things later that may require your help." Casper finished writing the details and tore the slip from her book, handing it to Genevieve. "If it helps, I have complete faith in you. I certainly believe you can make this work."

The doors to the kitchen sounded, causing the two of them to turn. Kareus stood by the doors smiling while Rozuk came out carrying two plates with him, both topped with a new treat for them. "Ah, dessert~. Thank you Rozuk!" The orc loomed between them before setting the plates down, revealing some gorgeous mini-cream pies topped with whipped cream and berries. Casper felt her mouth water at the treat, raising her fork to dig in only to notice a slip of paper beneath the pie. Frowning she pulled it free, and found attached to it was a key.

She began to read aloud just as Rozuk started heading towards the corridor with the other rooms. "Room 112? What does this mean?" Her stomach started to tingle, getting the sense that there was more to this treat. She looked up to see Genevieve wipe a bit of cream off the corner of her lips, which were pulled back into a smirk.

"Well, it means there's more treats to be had somewhere else." At this, the drow reached for a document she had between her breasts, the white sheet was bright compared to her voidless pigmentation. She slid it across the table and Casper felt her heart skip a beat, recognizing the consensual form that was written for patrons. "I couldn't help but notice how much you were eyeing my chef. You had even removed one of your buttons before sitting down, you know?"

Had she? Casper looked down at her shirt to find that, at some point, she had indeed opened herself up a bit. A covered her mouth a moment in astonishment at her own behavior. "I, well-!"

"No need to be ashamed, dear! We all have our fantasies. Our urges..." Genevieve leaned forward, tapping the dotted line where a signature was made to be signed. "I'm quite good at reading people, and I figured what better way to show off our services than letting our inspector experience a night with one of our employees? Kareus was able to read what I had planned, so he went back and asked Rozuk if he'd be interested. I didn't expect an invitation though."

"Still, Miss Casper, I won't push you into doing it. But I also know you're a very busy woman." Genevieve stood from her seat then and began to walk around towards Casper's side of the table, all while the high elf stared at the sheet with sparkling green eyes. She bit at her lower lip while her host urged her on. "You'd still be doing your job. Plus, doesn't someone of your lifestyle deserve a break at some point? I promise... you won't be disappointed."

From the corner of her eye, she saw Genevieve hold her graphite stick up from the table, holding it up to her. This offer... it was a part of her job. And Rozuk to her was quite the specimen. Her legs shifted together, her eyes darting back to the owner for a moment. She saw the reassurance in her eyes. With a moment of hesitation, her hand moved towards the document...

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Room 112. Casper brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, taking a breath before she knocked on the door. At the corner of her vision, she could see Genevieve lean against the wall while Kareus waved to her from behind, mouthing "Have fun!"

Her face became red before the door opened up, revealing Rozuk's form blocking the doorway from within. He had groomed the mane of hair that fell behind his head, which some dreads rolled over his shoulders while he leaned forward to meet her, raising a hand. "Done with the tour, ma'am? A friend of mine told me you were interested in our other services." He noticed Genevieve watching, then pointed to the document she held. "Uh, should I write my signature on that?"

Genevieve was about to respond, only for Casper to cut her off. "That can wait! I'm sure a trusted worker such as yourself will be responsible enough to sign it later!" She pressed her hands on the orc's chest, applying pressure so he'd back up inside. He was a bit surprised, but gave his boss a thumbs up before complying. The door shut behind them, leaving Casper suddenly leaning against Rozuk.

"Well, you're quite eager aren't you?" His hand came down to pat her head, causing Casper to pout. This only amused him more, his other harm wrapping around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest.

Taking a moment she looked around the space they were in. It wasn't a simple tavern room, this one was decorated specifically for the orc. A barbarians size bed was set against the back wall, made specifically for someone over seven feet tall, where large pillows, a blanket and some animal hide sheets covered its surface. There was a wardrobe, as well as some books hanging and various shelves hanging from the walls of the bedroom. It was built like that of an orcs tent, something she had seen on a scouting mission outside of the city, where she and some guards had negotiated a peace between a neighboring orc encampment. This, however, distracted her from noticing Rozuk lift her up off the floor and carry her to the bed.

"Uh, I was under the impression that you were raised in the city?", she questioned, then suddenly felt weightless before falling back against the soft sheets of the bed. Her legs lifted to their own accord as she raised herself up to see Rozuk removing his shirt. He wasn't exactly muscular, at least not like the average brute or tribal warrior she's seen. He was a lot more rotund, his torso and stomach seemed more rounded from an outside view. But her touch from earlier told her that it was all still muscle, a hardened body built for taking hits.

Or, in this case, pinning a lady down under the weight of his body. He kept his pants on as he crawled onto the bed, his bulk moving on top of hers with each leg straddling her waist. One of her hands went up to rub his chest, only for her attention to be drawn to his face by a chalice hand on her chin.

"So, why did you have an interest in me?" The hand in her chin began to slide down, briefly holding her neck in a way that caused Casper to shiver. It then continued down, each finger effortlessly picking away at the buttons on her blouse.

"I... well, you're really handsome for starters. So, that's one thing. And there's - oh!" Her body jerked at the feeling of one of his hands coming in to caress her chest, his hand large enough to encircle one of them entirely. Just feeling those callus fingers rub over her bronze skin, touching her sensitive nub and squeezing it made her cry out in a moan. "Ah! Ahem, well, I am quite fond of the bigger... ruggish sort of folks. The tribe outside of the city... they were very forward with their interests in me." She shuttered, her hands coming up to hold his arm down against her.

"I guess they really turned me on."

Her host couldn't help but chuckle at her interest. "Oh, so you have a submission fantasy?" That hand on her tit came loose, only for her to squeal giddily as she felt it grope her sex. It hiked her dress up, thick fingers pushing against the fabric that covered her leaking entrance. That squeal became a moan as just one of his fingers was enough to fill her just then, her body tightening around the intruder. "C'mon, sweetie, no need to hold back those moans of yours. It's just you and me."

"Hah, HAH!" Casper's body thrusted back against his penetrating fingers, her legs locking around his torso so he couldn't escape. Not like she wanted him to do so in this situation. She was enjoying the way he just toyed with her. Another gasp came as a second finger entered her body before all control was lost. Her body shook over the bed, a slow agonizing groan slipped past her lips as she came right then and there on his hand. "HoooOoooh fuck!"

She had thought he'd slow down then, but her beliefs were shattered. His hand continued to move, leaving her teary eyed in ecstasy as he continued finger-bagging her sopping pussy. Clearly, Rozuk had other intentions. His free hand came up to pull the back of her head into her, undoing the golden bun and letting loose a cascade of golden blonde hair down her shoulder and back. She was pulled into his chest, Casper's glasses falling off her nose a bit as she breathed the hairs on his chest. The sweat, mixed with the natural scent of his body, was alluring to her.

Then, just as she felt a third finger enter her body, his husky voice was heard clearly in her sharpened ear. "Go on, dear. Come for me again. Then, you'll get what you wanted..."

It was common knowledge that elven ears were erogenous zones. Casper's body shook again, her arms wrapped around his chest as she keeled forward. Rozuk felt the tight folds of her body close around his hand again, gushing a blast of her juices onto the bed. "G-gods! Ngh-!" She buried herself in his chest, letting the orgasm crash through her.

It took some time, but eventually she managed to catch her breath again. She fell backwards, lying down on her side as her legs shook with microscopic orgasms. She calmed herself until she noticed Rozuk moving, turning to see him pulling the waistline of his briefs down. Her eyes widened as he started to crawl forward, her focus stuck on that swaying cock between his thighs. It was as large as her forearm, the red a bulbous red that was leaking with precum. And the girth... she knew she could take it, but it would be a tight fit.

"Now... let's get started." Rozuk smiled, reaching out to pull one of her legs towards him.

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Genevieve stood a few feet from the doorway, listening to the conversation. The interaction between them seemed to have played out well, causing her to hum in amusement. It would seem that her assumptions were correct, their throes of passion echoing beyond the thin walls that separated them from the rest of the inn.

Kareus came from around the corner of the hallway, rubbing his neck as he smiled. "Sooo, are we doing ok?"

"Hm, yes dear. I'm just going over some ideas in my head for how we continue from here." Genevieve mused. The tiefling leaned in with his hands behind his back, grinning as he heard the suddenly loud groan of the orc coming from the main room. "I think the fun part is just starting."

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Everything was a blur for Casper, her entire body was raked with a mix of agonizing pain and pleasure. She was hardly a virgin, but her assumptions on her lover's cock being a tight fit was no lie. She let out a muffled cry into the bed sheets as she felt the brute finally sheathe himself into her body, a full thirteen inches of cock had managed to penetrate her.

Rozuk's hands grasped her waist and held her body up while he waited for her body to adjust. "Damn, I thought you cumming a couple times would help loosen you up." She responded with a strained groan, only to soon move her hips forward and back slowly on his member. Her drooling inner walls gripped him like a vice, squeezing and flexing while she moved her body to shape around him. Rozuk began to help, taking her waist and pulling her back along his cock, the engorged head slapping against the barrier protecting her womb. He raised himself and smacked his hips into her, the bronze elven ass wobbling with his thrusts.

"G-gods! Keep... going, dear!" Casper grunted when she felt Rozuk grab her head and push her down, only keeping her ass up for him to plow as the room began to fill with a cacophony of flesh hitting flesh and the loud grunts and moans of lust between the two. The sheets were soaked with their sweat and fluids, Casper's body leaking along with Rozuk's pre-cum. Her body was shuddering as another orgasm raked through her, her body squeezing so hard it caused her lover's member to remain stuck. "Hah, wait... just wait, a moment."

A growl hit her ears as Rozuk loomed over her, his bulk pinning her to the sheets as a thick arm wrapped around her throat. That rumbly voice in her ear caused her eyes to widen, her heart racing with excitement. "Aww, too sensitive? It's ok... I'll help you."

The arm around her neck lifted her head up, allowing her to cry out as the orcs' thrusts suddenly sped up, their bodies clapping loudly as she was forced into submission. Their love-making could only be described as a battering ram pounding against the gates of heaven, the pillar trying to gain access to the treasures inside. To spill its swarm of soldiers to invade her body and corrupt her pureness. And Casper was enjoying the hell out of it. Each smack of his balls slapping her body made her think of how much of his seed was going to spray into her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK! M-more~! Impregnate me! Please, PLEASE!" She felt herself get pulled into a head lock as nothing but his hips slammed into her, his movements weakening her to the point where she could only fall flat on the bed and let him take her. His primal grunts had her eyes roll back, a smile of joy crossing her face as she let him take her to town.

Then she felt it, the tight space around his member began to shrink and cause his movements to slow. It wasn't her body trying to milk him of his seed. Not yet anyways. No, his cock was beginning to expand, grow and prepare itself for... for...

"C-cumming! Where... do I pull...?" Casper did her best to shake her head no. She was safe, plus it was difficult for a separate race to impregnate another. The growls of the orc became a roar as he punched her body with his engorged cock, her stomach and womb becoming hot as she felt that fertile orc seed wash her insides. His body shook along her own, their bodies rippled together as they both reacted to each other coming together. His cock grew and shrunk with each pump of cum inside her, and her body couldn't take much more.

When Rozuk was satisfied, he slid his member slowly out so a small gush of his cum came out of her abused sex, pooling onto the bed for a moment. Sighing, he moved his arms so he hugged her against his body, flipping onto his back so she was on top of him. Casper's eyes were focused somewhere else, far from where she currently was as her body twitched on top of her lover, another spray of cum leaking from her.

Then, a voice spoke up beside them. "Enjoying our services, Miss Casper?" Her head slowly turned to see Genevieve standing at the doorway, her arms crossed as amusement painted her face. Casper nodded, slowly raising a hand up to give Genevieve a thumbs up. "He's... he's a very good listener."

"Hm, good. Now, would you say Rozuk passed his satisfactory test as well?" Casper blinked, lost and confused for a moment. Then she remembered the real reason why she was here in the first place, slapping her face in embarrassment as she chuckled to herself. Then she felt something rub against her thighs, and she looked down to see Rozuk's cock slowly growing hard again.

"Tell you what, Lady Genevieve. Let me fuck this hunk one more time, and you've earned your first satisfied customer..."

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End of Chapter 2. To be Continued.