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Part 9 of indebted, continuing from black-arms's arson and the protagonist opening the door after it

The room was in ruins. The rooms were in ruins. From the open vault-door of the saferoom we saw the monochrome remains, everything kissed by the purifying blaze, everything destoyed. Walls had fallen, the roof had given up. Shingles covered the floor, shattered and broken.

Daylight cast wicked shadows across this barren place. The furniture, the chairs, all reduced to a pile of barely-standing sticks, the roof a mishmash of beams and some sections low on the window.

Ash was the main thing. It was like the hot sand of a beach. Pure, morally neutral.

“This isn't so much of a phoenix as a war-ground", quipped Muscle Mike.

“Yeah", said Skinny Joe.

Muscle mike gingerly began pushing his foot out of the door.

“Careful, the floors are made of wood", said Skinny Joe.

The wind dislodged a shingle. It fell onto the floor, which gave away in a cascade of charred wood.

Muscle mike instead took the opportunity to analyse the structure.“Hmm, steel-backed wooden beams. So damn cheap…"

“One-metre gaps between the steel bars, each a 10-centimetre-squared cuboid, class C reinforcement. Not perfect, but probably safe enough to walk on…"

He threw a relatively heavy piece of charcoal out onto the beam. A cascade, revealing a metal beam, bent, seemingly unsafe.

He stepped out onto it. He jamp in place. Hard. A little noise of charcoal falling from its rest in the next room, but other then that, nothing.

“Stop it!", said Chad. “We're shit without you!"

Muscle Mike simply stood there, turning to look at us, inside our little bubble. “Just walk, it's perfectly safe."

Anista, closest to the door, was the first to go. She stepped onto a platform outside the safe bubble. She almost left and uncrouched, but Chad slapped her on the buttock. She wavered on the edge, her hands not quite gripping anything. She leaned forwards and almost fell, if it wasnt for her grabbing another bar.

Skinny Joe cast a dark glare at Chad, before jumping at him and wrestling him to the ground. “Not fucking funny!", he screamed at him, sending a punch careening into his jaw.

“That fucking hurt!", said a glowering Chad. “Don't ever try to kill me again!"

“Don't fucking play these silly jokes. Not now, not EVER!", screamed Skinny Joe back.

“Stop the stupid fighting!", screamed the second lesbian.

They paused a little second and decided it was for the best they pulled apart. They scowled at each other on the seats. They gave us a word of advice; if you get out, hop out and jump onto the base floor instead. Don't touch anything because if it hasn't yet, it's going to fall.

“Let's re-meet back in the cafeteria", said Skinny Joe. “After about an hour, so we can discuss whether this is actually possible or the brothel's a lost cause."

“What can we do if it was a lot cause?", asked Onita.

“We'd probably order a bulletproof tinted-window taxi. Expensive, but north city will be waiting for us", replied skinny Joe. “Even if it'd probably be better in the long run to hold our ground here."

Anista and Muscle Mike ventured to explore the new building. I was stimming more then usual, in the way i usually did when i was cooped up at a desk all day. I hopped out and used the time to stretch my cramped legs. And i looked around me. There was a certain beauty here. I was almost like an astronaut landing on a new planet for the first time. Strange ground? Check. Possibly toxic climate? Yeah. Lack of humans outside the ship? Definitely. Aliens? Well, yeah, if we count the werewolves.

I sat on the beam i was in and jamp through the hole in the floor out onto the bottom floor. The colloquial rooms. The wing-specific bathrooms, complete with showers and washing machines. Not that there'd be much use in these charred metal husks.

I left the lesbian wing's bathroom to enter the hall. “hall". It was nothing more then a barely-sensical collection of blackened and whitened walls, the floor being a mess of burnt-out holes and barely-surviving planks.

I tried to understand this crazy place. I still didn't quite have the perfect mental map of the area. I only really had the areas i usually went to, the gay wing's main facilities, but the other sexualities were a bit confusing. I hadn't spent enough time here.

So, i went through the doors and found my way past the doubled Mars sign, into the gay wing.

Devastation.

All the sofas had turned into a husk of themselves, the tables between them a series of cut-down rectangles, blackened on each end, destroyed.

The floor was a total loss. It was worse, even, then the ones in the hall. I could see the foundation of the building; a bunch of untreated soil interrupted by the occasional stone post and beam.

Yet it was still serviceable. I was sure i could have it revived a little and turned into a proper brothel.

A wave of panic washed over me. If i went outside, i'd most surely be shot. What was i doing here out in the open? Were we even safe?

Probably. I pushed forwards.

I saw yellow-hair's corpse. It looked horrible, his hair covered in ash. He'd fallen whilst trying to run away, i'm sure.

The gay wing was a loss but not entirely horrific, i concluded, after a few hour's exploring

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I passed the broken doors into what remained of the cafeteria.

“You're late", said Skinny Joe with a stern tone. “We almost set people searching for you!"

I looked around me at the space. It had become caved-in, smaller, more intimate. It was clear we were the only guys here. Looters would come after a short while, maybe. Wait, does the werewolf society even have looters?

“I checked the lesbian wing. Absolute devastation and all the plastic shit's gone", said the first lesbian. “At last."

“We won't be able to do anything there for a while", said the second lesbian. “I just don't think it's worth it."

“Same for the straight wing", said Chad. “Everything's gone and you can't see the roof."

“As for us, most of the money's been burnt away, but there is some left", said Muscle Mike.

“We'll have enough to restart and start rebuilding the business", said Anista

“The gay wing looks almost all-right", i said. “It just needs a little touch-up, i think."

“Perfect!" said Anista. “We should start there."

“We should build a merged brothel", i said. "Like, we can have all the sexualities intermingle."

We had a little nod of agreement.

“Wait, why are we building a brothel in the first place?!", asked Muscle Mike. “We could do anything and you go for the illegal business?!"

“He's right! If we build a brothel, we're opening ourselves up for legal investigations from both sides!", said Chad.

“Our customers are used to a brothel being on, no, being this block", explained the second lesbian. “It'd be much easier to keep our clients, especially if they haven't heard of the fire."

"I'll allow it, i guess", said muscle Mike. "But I'll start a new business in a different wing, if i haven't left altogether."

"I'll offer something; make the money to pay the smugglers and get out of here if you want. I don't care what you do with it" said Skinny Joe.

"Why can't we use the funds?" asked Muscle Mike.

"We'll need it to rebuild, or we'll never raise the money to send you back."

He plastered a gentle smile onto his face, almost forced.

“Fine.", said Muscle Mike. “But i will leave when i get the money."

“That's perfectly fine, all agree?", asked the second lesbian.

We all had the general vibe of agreement communicated between ourselves.

“Ok, as to the new brothel…", started the first lesbian. “We should make the gay wing some temporary brothel to get rebuilding funds."

And we went to the gay wing and began rebuilding.

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It was night again. We'd built a mostly safe place to have our clients. The doors to the straight and lesbian wings were both affixed with signs saying “Still in business (albeit human-only), visit the gay wing!".

So i sat here, on a sofa near the centre of the room, surrounded by little piles of ash, with the 8 other humans. We'd all agreed to spend a few nights working here then use the funds not earnt by Muscle Mike nor chad to continue rebuilding, employ new workers, and set the south brothel up for success. The north brothel would have to wait until we developed the south into a much more successful brothel.

There was much less traffic and humdrum then there used to be. A lot of the clients must have been scared off by the news of the fire.

A werewolf walked in, at last, gingerly..

“Wow, that's impressive", said the slick-back client. “The management has gone to jail and this brothel's been called a lost cause yet you're still here!"

It was Constable Green.

“I missed you!", exclaimed Slim Joe. “How's the invasion been?"

“They kicked out the north, as expected."

"So we're going to be inspected?", asked Muscle Mike

“Well, you were, but there was arson whilst there was an inspection, so they've called it off. It was all over the papers!"

“What should we do now?", asked Skinny Joe.

“Rebuild and make enough money to lobby for the pro-humans."

“Solid", replied Skinny Joe.

“Why come you here?", i asked Constable Green.

“Dunno really, i guess i wanted to see what buisness you had here. Are there any werewolves here?"

“Nah, they all left", said Muscle Mike.

“That's kind of messed up", said Constable green. “Leaving you here to wither, defenseless."

“We'll find a way", said Skinny Joe.

“No… , i'll find you some werewolf guys."

“Hmm…", said the second lesbian. “We'd do well to get some prostitutes."

“No managers?"

“We're perfectly fine doing that ourselves", said the first lesbian. “We just need to appeal to the mass market."

“And to do that, of course, we'll need werewolvian prostitutes", said the second lesbian. “And those that actually agree to work for us."

“Well, that can be arranged", said Constable Green. “I thought having a builder would be useful, not in this way."

Directed at muscle mike.

A cold draft hit me. I looked at the door. A werewolf with boobs had walked in. She shot a lecherous gaze at one of the lesbians. A series of nods, some numbers with the fingers, and they both walked towards the sex rooms, meeting just before the door.

“Oh, i didn't expect they'd use signs", said Anista.

“It's much more efficent and easier", said the second lesbian.

“That does reinforce the stereotype", wryly commented Chad.

Another werewolf walked in, male. It shot a gaze at Onita and they ended up bargaining a rate for some sex. Somehow Onita managed to get twice the initial price.

Money. What a strange thing.

Stay tuned for part 10, in which we finally draw to a final end to both the moral and existential plight the humans have faced thus far

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Some notes:

• A rant on failing life-compartmentalisation

• “mass market" like seriously why is some of the stuff i keep being told about in my A-level classes being brought into my story like this like, at one point, this might become an outlet for what i keep being told about..! Get ready for “newbie selects which employee motivation model to choose" and “newbie cash flow forcasts the brothel to ensure the maximum economic productivity" and “newbie handles liability by turning the brothel into a public limited liability company to ensure he dosen't have to pay so much debt"

• Likewise, get ready for “First lesbian uses triangle laws to help with structural stability" and “First lesbian uses integration and differentiation to help with her graphs" other shit as what little i learn of pure maths is dumped here.

• Or not because i feel slightly ashamed because what i learn in a-level is already covered and built upon in Sri Lanka, according to M.I.A (as per https://genius.com/2411435 ) and the fact i struggle to shove it into my brain is kind of indicative of what effort levels i'm capable of producing

• Also or not because i think furry porn and a-level education aren't great fits for each other; nobody wants to learn about the shit you do with graphs and how to prevent buisness failure whilst they're reading about a werewolf having it with a human…!

• Don't worry though, i will find ways to quietly slip in some of the stuff i learn into newbie's attempts to manage the buisness education

• Now i think of it, learning a-level content through furry porn is an interesting proposition…

• Ok guys sorry if this part isn't as perfect as it could be; over the last 5 days i've been kind of overworking myself and kind of had a breakdown today. Don't worry, there's plenty of backlog i've been working on, so the next few parts should be better.

• I wonder if anyone reads my little rants here or they just care for the main body of my stories. Eh, i don't mind either way, “some notes" is becoming more and more of a venting tool.