Brothel to Another World: Chapter 1
Story by stripedkittyscribe on SoFurry
In a war between the supernatural forces, Nymova isn’t even a front line soldier. She’s little more than what amounts to a supply specialist. Stuck with a boss who abuses her status and his power over her, when things go absolutely sideways, she’s left on her own, with a plan that’s nowhere near developed enough to actually work.
Now that she has her first employee, it’s time to start building the rest of her business’ employees out.
Brothel To Another World
Chapter 1
Sabe had finally stopped flinching every time she saw her new Mistress. The former demoness was anything but what people would expect. Sabe knew that when she thought 'succubus', she imagined someone tall, and beautiful, like a desert predator. Deadly, and yet beautiful to watch at the same time. Large breasts, with fat nipples, red eyes, sharp ears and pale skin. Long legs, round hips and buttocks, all of the features that people claimed were beautiful.
Nymova wasn't quite like that. She wasn't as tall as people expected. Perhaps five and a half feet on her heels. Her breasts were sizable, but not the matronly swells that people expected. She was a little more 'dancer' than 'fertility goddess', too. Her skin seemed to be more tan than pale. Which isn't to say that Nymova wasn't beautiful, or dangerous. Just not how people expected. In a lot of ways, she was almost sweet. Not innocent. No one would ever think she was anything close to innocent.
Nymova was draped across one of the bits of furniture across from Sabe, and had her head dropped into the palm of her hand, elbow braced on the arm rest. “So what you're telling me is that I'm an idiot," the former demoness said.
Sabe shook her head, quickly slinging her black hair around. “No, just that your expectations are a bit high for what we're able to reach right now." The human woman motioned around the empty room. “You've put together a beautiful place, and you'll be able to attract guests, but depending on what sort of place you want to run, we're going to need to manage things differently. Which means that we need to start with that. You said that your original plan was to simply hire other demons out of their contracts once you'd established a place, and that you would all share in the… er… food that came in."
Nymova kicked her legs, bouncing them as the cushion absorbed the impact. “Yes, and I know that's not possible now. What's your point?"
Sabe buried her face in her hands. “You wanted to hire a chef, but you have no place to actually store food. You have no place to take in coins, or anywhere to store them. And you'll have to start dealing with the fact that you are going to be employing mortals, Mis…. Nymova."
Nymova scowled at her first hire, then pushed herself up. “So what, I need to expand this place more? I can afford that, but this isn't the idea that I had in the first place."
Sabe stood as well, and motioned toward the entryway. “We have to do many things. First, let's establish the links to the weak points that you know about on the other planes. Then, let's expand the kitchen. Last, we'll make dormitories for anyone who wishes to live here rather than where we find them. While you do those things, I'll start exploring places and find us some potential clients. If we don't have any income, we're going to sink quite quickly."
Nymova looked at the human, and frowned. “You work for me. You know that, right? You're not the boss, I am."
Sabe gave a perfectly innocent smile. “Of course. But you also brought me in because I'm honest. Part of that honesty is telling you things that you may not like to hear."
*
Sabe stepped through the portal and looked around. The lush forest was anything but an ideal location to put a storefront out. “Damn," she whispered, and then stepped a bit further out into the woods. “I hope that they're not all like this. If that's how it is, we're going to have a real problem. No one's going to want to trek days into the wilderness in order to pay coins to have sex."
She unrolled the map of the plane, and then made marks on it after taking a few compass readings. It wasn't as bad as it could be. She couldn't see the highway through the trees, but there was a major trade route just to the west. That would be alright. Perhaps if this portal could be adjusted slightly, they could put it in a tavern front, a rest stop for weary travelers. She would have to see what the limits of the spell were.
*
Nymova took a deep breath, and then let it out. The expansion of the kitchen was a pain in the butt, mostly because Sabe was right. She hadn't actually planned on it being quite this way. She'd intended to have a gluttony demon producing food that was light fare and refreshments, not full meals. And since the gluttony demon would be able to produce the food, she hadn't really considered a way for mortals to have ingredients on hand. It shouldn't be a problem. But it was putting her further and further behind in terms of income. She was still bleeding energy. Maintaining the dimension took a lot out of her, especially now that she was doing it all on her own.
Sabe materialized through the portal, and reported that they had some decent prospects, but some tuning would make it better. More costs. UGH.
Over the course of the next two months, Sabe scouted out all of the locations that were in Maestre Blackspire's scrolls, and some of them were truly, wildly alien to her. One of them was in a place with all shiny metal and a strange smooth, white hollow rock. She would have thought it was marble, but it felt totally different. Almost as different as the fact that everything was enclosed. She wandered around that building for hours and never once saw open sky.
One of the places was close enough to a castle that she just noted the area and retreated, though she was confident that it would be profitable.
Another location smelled of strange fumes and had buildings made of metal and glass, as well as walkways made of stone and large carriages moving without horses but producing the foul-smelling fumes.
Several of the places were close enough to what she'd experienced before, or heard about, that she had no real issues exploring. On the other hand, getting into the various brothels to look for talent was a bit more challenging. Several of the locations had outright banned prostitution. Which was good, it would create a real demand, but it also limited where they could recruit from.
Nymova had to seek out some clients on her own, if only to bring in enough energy and coin to keep Sabe fed, and to not dip too low into her arcane reserves to keep her pocket dimension from collapsing.
It took nearly a month before they finally found their first prospect. Nymova had wanted to offer jobs to anyone just to get people in the door, but Sabe had pleaded with her, begging, cajoling, even swearing, that if Nymova wanted her place to be 'the best' then she had to only hire 'the best'.
*
Mary looked at her phone and scowled. The latest temporary job had ended, and she didn't have anything on the books. Not even anything on the radar. Her funds were running low, and her dreams of being an actress were starting to evaporate. That, and she was getting frustrated with the lack of anyone interesting to date.
Every guy seemed to have the same story. Every girl was either competing with her for parts, or for guys. Or girls. It was getting to be too much. She settled on one last party before she went into what she called 'austerity mode', and then a month for something to happen before she left town and went back somewhere it was cheaper to live.
She put on a dress that made her look absolutely stunning, did her makeup, and went to the party. She danced. She drank. And she ended up dancing with a truly stunning beauty. 'Nova' was shorter than she was by just a touch. They had the same shade of olive skin. Nova's black hair was long and straight, while Mary's was curly. Nova had a bit larger of a bust, but proportionally about the same. It was those eyes that really captivated her, though. So rich that it almost seemed to literally have a light behind them.
Nova proposed that they head back to Mary's place. No one else at the party was worth either of their time.
Mary didn't know about that, but she also knew that she wanted to have a fun night with this exotic beauty.
Nova tasted so good. SO. GOOD. Her lips, her breasts, her pussy, it was heady and intoxicating. And for all that Mary thought she knew her way around how to pleasure a woman, Nova showed her a few things that she'd never even heard of, let alone imagined! They passed out in each other's arms.
When Mary woke up the next day, Nova was gone. That wasn't too surprising. The scroll left on her night stand tied with a silk ribbon and was seal was a surprise. She cracked it and started to read. “I would like to offer you a job. If you're tired of your life, and want to have the kind of fun that we had last night…"
The message went on, and for just a moment, Mary thought about throwing the scroll away. Then again, she'd never had a night like that before. Maybe this was some new version of the casting couch?
*
Bobby's tail wagged as he watched the elegant wolf femme saunter out of the show room. His eyes were locked on her ass, and he wasn't ashamed in the least to admit it. That was, without a doubt, the single finest backside he'd ever seen, and that dress showed it off perfectly.
His supervisor almost started yelling at him to stop being rude, right up to the point that he got an eyeful too. No one was doing sales at that point. Everyone was too busy watching that white tail brushing the silk dress across a butt that would make any wolf howl under the full moon.
She hadn't bought anything. Not yet. And as much as his supervisor griped about how often Bobby let people get on the 'be-back-bus', this one was different. She'd given him her contact information, and told him to call her that night for them to go over a few things.
He did call her. And by god, did she go over things! She went over every part of him, and he went over every part of her. Twice. He hadn't had sex like that in years. At the very least! She was utterly wicked, and shameless, and he couldn't get enough. He wanted to remember every single bit of how it felt when she nuzzled up under his throat, and when she pulled his mouth onto her chest, or between her legs.
And he especially wanted to remember how it felt when he sank into her. Pure bliss. Absolute, total bliss. She wrapped around him so completely that he was shocked he didn't pop right then! On the other hand, he had just been sucked off. So he was sensitive, but not 'ready'.
She'd left him begging, and he hadn't minded that at all. When she'd finally decided they were done, she'd let him wrap his arms around her and draw her in for sleep.
That scroll in the morning was a surprise though. He didn't think she'd had anywhere she could stow something like that, certainly not in the little clutch she'd brought to his place!
*
Nymova interviewed a new person every day. Most of them didn't meet her standards. It frustrated her, not because she wasn't making any coin off of them, or even because they 'weren't a good fit'. It was because she simply couldn't find people fast enough. She wanted her brothel running, and she wanted it running NOW.
Sabe was working constantly on scouting locations, or putting together the 'selection menu' so that the customers could know what was available, and for what prices. Nymova really had dropped the ball on this part, though to be fair to her new boss, it was also an understandable lapse. There really shouldn't have been a need for hard currency, according to the original plan. It wouldn't have been anything other than a token amount, and doubtless it would just be used 'as needed' for 'expenses'.
Now, though, people were going to have to be paid, and even worse, they were going to have to figure out some way to deal with the myriad of currencies. What in the name of the pit convinced someone to name their currency after a measure of weight that it wasn't actually equal to?
Sabe finally managed to get enough of the moving parts moving, and the parts that needed to be still to remain still, in proverbial terms. Now was the part that she dreaded. It was the one thing that she'd never had to do. When her previous mistress had brought new whores in, they were slaves. This would be the first time that she'd been asked to… well… ask anyone.
*
There were a dozen mortals gathered in the lounge, and already Sabe could tell that this was going to go over like a painted coin at a money changer. Nymova had cast an illusion so that everyone would see everyone else as something familiar. If the guest was from one of the planes that had no anthro races remaining, everyone looked human. If humans were extinct, everyone looked like some species of anthro. If there was a low technology level, someone who had higher levels of technology would appear to either be using magic, or just not doing anything at all.
Nymova made her grand entrance, wearing a blue gown and pearls. The magical cost had to be insane, maintaining the illusion for a dozen different people with even more targets. “Everyone, please take a seat. We have a lot to go over, and I have a feeling that it's going to take a while to answer all of your questions. Let's start with this. I would like to make a bargain with you all. By my existence, I swear that everything I say to you for the next month will be true. In exchange, you will remain for the next four hours, and you will be unharmed in any way. Do we have an agreement?"
A dozen strangers all looked around among themselves in silence, each one somehow knowing with certainty the truth of the words. Some recognized a binding Oath, some didn't. One by one, they agreed.
As Sabe expected, the next two hours went over poorly. How someone who supposedly could read the minds of people in order to manipulate them could create such a chaotic situation was beyond her. Most of them had no idea that the supernatural even existed, let alone the possibility of other sentient races. The only explanation that Sabe could come up with was that Nymova's impatience had finally gotten the better of her judgment.
Nymova had first revealed herself and her true nature. That had sparked a half hour of accusations, questions, and frustration. Then she had dropped the veil on everyone, and that produced confusion, anger and fear for another half hour. Then, she'd made her 'offer'.
Nymova would employ them all as sex workers, in what she would make into the best brothel in existence. They had been chosen for their passion, and their nature as 'giving' lovers, rather than 'taking'. She would provide them with healing (several had asked if that meant something called 'health care') and a place to stay, as well as pay and food if they wished.
The reactions were comical, she had to admit. They varied, of course. It went from shock, to outrage, to enthusiastic acceptance. That one surprised her.
The longer things went past the initial shock, the more Sabe had to admit that Nymova may have made the right moves. None of the new hires were timid about sex, in the least. None were in bad shape. All were on the attractive side. Perhaps not 'perfect' or 'fantastic', but Sabe could see that they all had something that made them more than just attractive. It wasn't just about the physical features.
By the time that all of the questions had been answered, it looked like they had ten new workers. The two that turned the offer down were a bit disappointing, both to Nymova and Sabe. The hermaphroditic blue skinned being was simply someone who enjoyed sex, but didn't want to stop her research. Sabe didn't quite understand what the research involved, but it didn't particularly matter. The elven male said that he had too many responsibilities (also unnamed).
Ten was a decent number, though. Certainly enough to start taking clients, even if the initial flow was going to be slow. On the other hand, learning 'the business' would take some time as well, and since Nymova could re-shape the pocket dimension at will, some of the built rooms could be closed off or restricted. Sabe didn't understand how that worked, but Nymova promised it was possible.
The only thing that Sabe had to worry about right now was dealing with ten absolute rookies, who had never worked like this before. She wasn't worried about the mechanics of sex, or even 'will they be mean to the guests', Nymova had weeded those problem candidates out. It was the 'messier' side of prostitution. How to deal with clients you didn't necessarily find attractive. How to deal with reading what someone wanted versus what they needed. Where were the various lines to pointedly cross, and which ones were never supposed to be crossed. At what point do you call for reinforcement, and how would that show up? And the one thing that Sabe had never really considered because of her perspective, both employees and clients who had never even seen the other's species before.
Nymova swore that the basic sexual dimorphisms all interacted with each other in predictable ways. Sabe doubted that, if only because 'all' was a far more absolute term than she was comfortable using for anything living. Still, it was Nymova's area of expertise and they hadn't encountered a situation where something didn't function the 'right' way.
The thing that Nymova would be focused on for the time being was advertising. Which left Sabe in charge of training the new hires. She wasn't totally sure how this would go. A few of them said that they were going to live off site so that they wouldn't break their lease. A few jumped at the chance for free room and board. Everyone got their first healing spells after they were hired.
Sabe was about to pick her tablet up and go talk to one of their new hires when she saw a flash on the tablet. That was odd, they weren't accepting customers yet. She picked the enchanted slate up and looked at it, before she traced a few quick words on the surface.
*
“I… think I got it right," Bobby said as he stood back up fully. “Whoever did this must have hired a really crappy UI person."
Mary giggled, squirming slightly as she looked up at the werewolf. Only he wasn't a were. No transformation. “I don't think they hired anyone for that yet. I bet it was either Nymova or Sabe. This has that 'hipster bodega' feel to it." She was sitting on her bed kicking her ankles slightly, swinging them as she watched him move.
“Not sure what a 'hipster' is," Bobby said as he turned to face her, his tail flicking just barely from side to side. “But I think I know what you mean." He looked the human woman over, and his ears flicked a few times. “I… uh…"
They both looked at each other, and then burst into giggles. “You seriously don't have any humans on your planet…er… plane," Mary asked, her cheeks flushed. Hands pressed into the mattress at her hips, she looked at the bigger male. Man? A wer… a wolf 'morph' in a suit. It was so incongruous! “This is gonna take some getting used to," she mumbled.
He snorted, and turned, leaning against the wall while crossing his arms over his chest. When he braced his foot against the wall, he'd been about to say something agreeing with her.
She burst into a gale of laughter, holding her sides as she fell back onto the bed. A full minute passed before he joined in, sliding to the ground with his own barking laugh mixing with her own.
“You're supposed to be this giant slavering beast," she finally said, wiping her eyes. “There are legends from my home about half-men, half-wolves, and they all go along the lines of savage warriors and frenzy. All Id and impulse. And you're… you look like you're trying to sell me a used car!"
He managed to push himself up off of the ground, then sat next to her on the bed, still huffing small laughs. “Is that what you want? You want me to ravish you?" He reached out a hand, and tickled her in a spot that would make a pup wriggle around.
Seems it worked on 'humans' too! She squealed out and clutched at his wrist, giggles returning. “Yes!" She finally got him to stop, looking up at where he was sitting. “I… yes," she repeated, blushing all the way up to her ears. “I don't know how intense that fantasy is for others, but it's pretty common on my plane. You're probably going to get a lot of it."
He bared his teeth at her, and she almost wet herself in reflex. Almost. His tail was wagging far too eagerly and his ears weren't folded back. And he wasn't growling. “So what you're saying is I need to practice being the savage beast?"
“I'm saying you need to at least accept that if you're going to work here, you probably need to get used to that kind of request. Also, don't do that… teeth thing… unless you want to make them scared. Its really intense."
Bobby covered his teeth once more and then leaned in, brushing his nose against her bare neck. Both of them were still clothed, him in his button-down shirt and slacks and shoes, her in a pretty little sun dress. He snuffled against her skin, making her squeak and writhe a bit more. “But I thought you wanted to be scared," he whispered, and then licked her skin.
Mary went absolutely rigid, her hands darting up to his scruff and shoulders to lock into the soft fur of his neck and the fabric of his shirt. She wanted to say something. To retort. She couldn't.
Bobby gave a low growl, and licked her throat. “So soft," he whispered. “Smooth. And you taste good."
Mary whined low in her throat as she arched upward. Her nipples were so hard she was surprised they hadn't torn holes in her dress. She felt something sharp and hard against her skin, and she flailed, kicking and scrabbling, screaming.
Bobby pulled back, ears low, eyes wide. “Hey, sorry. Sorry, that's foreplay for us. I didn't hurt you, did I?" He almost leaned in to kiss it better, but considering that he'd just given her a tiny love bite, maybe that wasn't the best call.
She rubbed at the skin that he'd nipped, and she chewed on her own lower lip. “Maybe ease off on that with humans. At least at first. I dunno about how you're built, but I think this is pretty thin and easy to hurt," she traced a finger along the indicated area. “I'm not a doctor."
“We are absolutely not playing doctor," he stated flatly, making her laugh once more. “I'm guessing your pups do that, too?" He started to tug the buttons of his shirt open.
“Kids, er, children. But yeah." Mary trailed off as she watched him expose more of his chest to her, and reached up to run her fingers through his fur. “It's so soft," she whispered. “I don't know why I thought it would be coarse. But it's not."
He tossed the shirt to the side, and put his hands on the mattress next to her hips. “It takes a lot of conditioner," he said. “Some older wolves have rougher coats. Hope that doesn't break the fantasy. I'm not going shaggy just because that's someone's fantasy."
She giggled, and moved up to press her cheek against his chest. “I think you'll be okay," she assured him. “Though you may get someone who really gets into it and wants the whole ripped clothing thing. Remind me to show you some pictures later."
He 'mmm'd and then tried something that he'd always wanted to do. Pushing his knees down into the mattress, he bounced her up off of it with a sudden motion and followed it up by jerking her dress over her head, leaving her in her panties and bra.
She squealed out once more, clutching at him once she had control again, and then shivered as he leaned over her. “If you don't fuck me, right now, I'm going to demand a refund," she said. “That is the hottest thing I've ever had a guy do to me."
He doubted that. But she was the 'customer' right now, and she smelled amazing. He shoved her onto her back with a low growl. For him, it was playful. He wasn't entirely convinced it came across that way to her, considering how her scent spiked. On the other hand, he wasn't going to stop, either. As much as she seemed to like the feel of his fur on her skin, it was kinky for him, too. He decided how to play it, and leaned in, snapping his teeth right in front of her nose, ramping the growl up in volume. “Pull. Me. Out."
Mary fumbled far more than she ever had opening a guy's pants as she obeyed. But she managed to get the belt and slacks undone, and then slid them off of his hips. She stared, wondering at the similarities, and the differences. It was a cock. She could tell that it fulfilled all of the roles that a dick was supposed to, and yet it wasn't like a human's. The tip was more pointed, and the base flared out with the kind of swelling that would either hurt if he pushed it in, or feel insanely good. Maybe even both.
His hands weren't idle, pulling the straps of her bra off of her shoulders, then unhooking it. His fingers seemed a bit longer, but he was at least as dextrous as a human. Once he'd exposed her breasts, he pushed her back into the mattress, and started licking her chest with long strokes of his tongue.
It made her arch up against his muzzle and call out. She dragged her hands along his nape and shoulders, gasping for breath as her excitement got the better of her.
He worked her panties off of her hips, and pushed down against her, letting her feel the smooth hardness of his arousal against her flesh. He'd never felt smooth, warm skin against his dick before. Not like this. On an anthro, the only parts that weren't covered in fur were small portions of the lips, labia, nose, and claws. If he were rubbing against a wolven female, he'd be sliding through pelt, not this smooth tanned skin.
His tip easily found her entrance, and with just the barest of hesitation, he drove forward. He grunted as her heat wrapped around his shaft.
She screamed, bucking and kicking, shaking her head as she tried to grind back. “Fuckme," she begged. “Fuckmeplease."
This time, Bobby didn't hesitate. He just drove forward, and set a rough, fast pace. He hadn't ever made a woman climax just from penetration like this. He had enough self awareness to recognize that the fact she was clutching around him like that fed every last bit of his ego, and that he loved it.
Mary loved it, too. Obviously. She did her best to claw his back as he pushed further and further into her, losing herself in the act that she'd had wild fantasies about. Every woman had at least something like this in her fantasy theater. She never thought that she'd get to experience it like this.
Bobby rammed forward, all the way until his knot was kissing her petals, and then started experimenting. It seemed like she wanted the 'big dominant male', so he pushed her arms over her head and squeezed her wrists together in one hand.
Mary's thighs clutched at his waist while he kept the pace up.
He trailed his clawtips down her skin.
She made a sound that he'd never heard before, and her eyes started to flutter as she tried to push back for more.
Bobby's shaft was slick with her need, and he would probably smell of her for hours. He was about to say something to her when her insides clenched around him suddenly. He couldn't have held back if he wanted to. He just burst inside of her, making a few growling snarling grunts.
Mary's fingers clenched and twisted as she pulled at his grip. She couldn't speak. Her throat was too raw. She barely registered that he was still grinding against her, and that something big was pushing against her entrance. She went limp, gasping for breath as the aftershocks made her heels twitch.
He pawed at her hips for a moment, and then got a wicked idea. “You're not done yet," he growled into her ear, then pulled free, and flipped her over onto her belly. A light slap of his palm against her butt made her shriek out, before he leaned over and dragged his tongue along the nape of her neck. “Get on your hands and knees," he demanded.
Mary's figure jumped, first at the spank, and then at his tongue. This was so wicked. This was so taboo. Wild. She barely realized that she'd pulled her knees under her hips before she felt his hand against her thigh, holding her steady for him to drive back in. Pulling the pillow from it's place at the head of the mattress, she buried her face in it, screaming as her toes drummed into the sheets.
He thrust forward, sharp and fast, and neither of them lasted long.
She went off first, wailing like a banshee as his balls tapped against her thighs and clit.
He wasn't far behind, and didn't realize just how much he had lost himself in the act before he felt her taking his knot. It was his action, of course, that pushed it in. He was behind her. He was in physical control. He'd just let his mind wander. He'd not been focusing on all aspects or consequences of the act.
She screamed again, this time in a bit less pure pleasure as she felt him locking inside, and she finally sagged forward into the mattress, her knees slipping first apart, then back.
Bobby fell forward, managing to catch himself with a palm pressed into the mattress next to her mane of black curls. Instinct kicked in, and he rolled to the side, drawing her to lie in front of him with their bodies joined. He panted, feeling how her skin brushed against his fur as she rested against his frame.
When she started giggling, and then laughing, he wasn't sure what the joke was. “Are we so sure she's telling the truth about this 'infernal bureaucracy' thing? Because I am absolutely going to hell for enjoying that," Mary said as she wriggled closer to him.
That finally got a chuckle, and he brushed his nose against her head. “I think she is. Why was this so particularly… er… sinful?"
Mary ran her fingers along his forearm, and drew it up around her waist. “You fucked me in a way that we call 'doggy style' on my plane. Which probably is at least mildly insulting to you in some way."
He shrugged. “I'm not offended. I still find it weird that you don't have a tail for me to grab."
She laughed again. “The requests you're going to get. I can only imagine the first time someone wants to put a collar and leash on you."
Bobby gave a playful growl, and the tiniest, gentlest nip to her shoulder. “Something tells me you'd rather I put those on you."
Mary's thighs rubbed together, making him moan in pleasure as she stirred him around within her body.
*
Sabe dropped the tablet onto her desk, and tapped her chin. Maybe. Just maybe. Maybe Nymova wasn't as crazy as she seemed. She was about to start working on something else when she noticed that two of the other rooms had been activated.
She wasn't sure if it was a good idea for the employees to be 'sampling' each other like this. She wasn't sure if it was a bad thing, either.
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This story is a work of fiction. Any immoral acts included in this story are a fantasy and should not be taken as encouragement to perform or endorsement of these acts by the author. Specifically, because apparently it needs to be said; anything other than expressed consent for any sexual encounter by a legal unimpaired sentient adult is wrong, immoral, and evil. Unwilling subjugation of sentients who have committed no crime is wrong, immoral, and evil.