by Alden Odessa
“She’s better-lookin' than you’ve seen in a long time, isn’t she?” I asked him as I rubbed my hand on Stephanie’s back.
He said nothing he just stared at her. As I had suspected, Stephanie would be a big hit down here. “You know where the Side Light Motel is?”
“I do?”
“Well, we’re preparing for our opening night tomorrow, why don’t you come by, room five,” his eyes lit up, but I could tell he needed a little more. “How about a sample?”
“Really?”
I looked at Stephanie; she smiled at me even though she didn’t know what I was doing. Knowing her, she would do whatever I told her. “Stephanie, why don’t you lift up your dress?”
“Sure thing,” she said. She looked directly at the man and then reached down and first pulled down her underwear from beneath the green dress I had bought her. There's not a lot I knew about redheads, as they had never really been my thing. Unless they wore green. It was something about a redheaded woman wearing a green dress that took the creases out of my slacks.
After she seductively pulled down her panties to mid-thigh, she made direct eye contact with the short little man and then guided his eyes down. She slowly pulled up her dress and held it there.
I couldn’t be sure, but I think I saw a spot of drool reach the corner of his mouth. He stared at her bald pussy, and then he put his hand on his groin.
“Hold on there, pal,” I said. “This is just a sample. you want to touch it.”
“Seriously,” he said, his breathing was already heavy. I found him disgusting, but who the hell am I to suddenly start taking the moral high ground.
“Yeah, go ahead. Be gentle; she’s delicate.”
Stephanie looked at me. “I’m not delicate!” she said, playfully offended and smiling.
“She’s right,” I said to the man. “I just didn’t want to scare you.”
“Scare me?” he said, still not taking his eyes off of her crotch.
“Yeah, truth is, that’s a fierce pussy right there, if you’re not careful it’ll rip your whole arm off.”
He broke his gaze and looked at me, but I kept a straight face. He seemed to take me more literal than I thought he would.
“Go ahead,” I said. “Touch it.”
He looked back between her thighs and slowly reached out his hand and touched her between the legs. I looked at his other hand; it was in his pocket. He was pushing it forward to rub his hard-on. He started to gently rub her clit and then suddenly Stephanie surprised him.
“RAWR!” she said, thrusting her groin forward, and the man moved his hand and jumped back almost a foot.
He looked up at her in surprise as she started laughing. She was proud of her little joke. He didn’t know what to think at first, and then he laughed as well.
“Oh, she’s a feisty one, isn’t she?” The man said and took his other hand out of his pocket. His erection was still clearly there, but he didn’t even seem to notice or be embarrassed about it.
“Buddy,” I said. “You have no idea.”
“I’ll blow your dick and then your mind,” Stephanie said. It wasn’t the cliché I would have gone with, but I wasn’t going to hold her back.
The short man looked at me. “You said The Side Light?”
“Yes sir, room five.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Good deal,” I said, and then we walked past him on our way to the laundry mat. Stephanie stopped beside the man. She reached over and grabbed his cock on the outside of his pants and gently rubbed it. The man was shocked and a little over-joyed at the occurrence. He let out a small groan of pleasure to have his dick touched.
“See ya tomorrow good looking,” she whispered in his ear, just loud enough so I could hear it.
Yup, Stephanie was going to be a good earner.
The laundry mat didn’t have a name, other than the sign that said: LAUNDRY. That could be its actual name, seeing as how so many places around Canny Valley were actually named what they were.
Although, the things down here felt older, like they had been here longer and many of them actually had names. It’s almost like the city expanded quickly and the programmers ran out of names the further they got away from here.
My walking theory on The Lower Bottoms was that this was the beta phase of the game. The programmers treated this as a sandbox to try out ideas and then abandoned it once they programmed further.
The theory was just as good as any other idea I had so I held onto it. Much like the programmers, it was my intentions to get the hell out of here as quickly as possible.
There were two other occupants in the laundry, two older women in the corner, washing their clothes in the sink, they weren’t even using a machine. They looked like hell, and they were easily fifty years old. They looked like prostitutes and fifty years in hooker time was like a hundred in normal years.
Hooker’s aged in dog years.
They looked at us as we walked in. They saw me and they instantly started fluffing up their hair. It’s like this was strictly a prostitute hang out, and as soon as a man walked in they primped their merchandise!
“Hey Baby,” one of them said. I knew the offer was coming. “You need a date?”
And there it was.
I stopped and then sat down my detergent. I walked over to them. Stephanie gave me a look as I walked past her, I looked back at her and did my best to glance back to let her know I had a plan.
As I got closer to the women they got excited at the prospect of a paying customer. They started brushing themselves off because they actually had to do such a thing. They were covered in filth.
Despite what Stephanie thought I would do, I wasn’t. I had a plan and more than that; I needed a little information.
“Ten bucks each and we’ll both blow you,” said the second woman.
I smiled at them both and then glanced back at the two younger and much better-looking girls I walked in with.
“Do I really look like I’m in the market?”
“Fine,” said the first one. “Ten bucks total.”
As much as I appreciated their rock-bottom prices, their rock-bottom looks did not entice me to take them up on their offer.
“First of all, no. Secondly, what are your names?”
They looked dejected. Something tells me it was a look they were getting used to in their lives.
“Augustus,” said the first woman. She too was a redhead, but not the bright red that Stephanie was. It was more of a strawberry blond, dirty red and also just regular dirty. Why did the women down here all look like they had a coat of dust on them? I was correct in my assumption of her age. She seemed to be around fifty-years-old. Her face was wrinkled and blemished with age spots. She was thin, unhealthily so. She had pale blue eyes and appeared to have trouble seeing as she kept squinting at me. It had probably been a while since she had been to an optometrist (did they have those here) and she probably needed glasses.
“Beatrice,” the other said. She was a brunette who was now about fifty percent gray. She had brown eyes and a face that sagged. She was also thin, but not as much as Augustus.
Probably the most unattractive thing about them was that they were wearing hooker clothing. Both of them were wearing tight pants and halter tops. They were not the type of women who should wear halter tops.
“Augustus, Beatrice, nice to meet you,” they said nothing, just gave me a bitter look. I glanced at the sink they were washing their clothes in. “Is there even any soap in that?”
They didn’t say anything. They just looked at me; they may as well have just written the word ‘no’ on their face.
“Take off your clothes,” I said.
“Five bucks!” Beatrice said. Almost offended.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Look, I’m trying to help you.”
“Help us? Why would we need your help! We don’t need your charity,” Augustus said.
I could tell I would have to speak fast and be upf
ront with them. These ladies looked like they were at the end of their rope. They’d probably seen the worst of the world, and by this point, they didn’t need to take any more shit. But even the worst among us need clean clothes.
I leaned over my shoulder and looked at my girls. “April, can you come here please,” she did as I told her and walked to me. The look of confusion was clear on her face.
I turned my attention back to the two older ladies. “Here’s the scoop. April here is gonna wash your clothes; we have detergent and money to use in the machines. Tomorrow I want you to walk over to The Side Light Motel, room three. You’re gonna ask for Betty, she will let you take a shower and she will give you some food.”
“What do we have to do?” said Augustus, skeptical and hostile.
“Nothing, other than walk over there. If you’d like to stick around and continue to have food and a place to stay, then you can.”
“Who are we fuckin’?” said Beatrice.
“You’re not fuckin’ anybody, but you will be cooking and cleaning and being treated fairly.”
“Don’t try to trick us, you serpent,” said Augustus. “Are you going to kill us?”
“Would you care?”
“It’d be a relief,” said Beatrice, for the first time not hostile or angry. She said it like she actually meant it. Which made me sad.
“I’m not going to kill you; I’m not going to hurt you. I want to help you, but that help ain’t free. I don’t have time to do laundry and I don’t have time to clean the toilet and I sure as shit don’t have time to make crepes. So if you would like help, I am offering it. I won’t offer it again.”
The pain in my ribs caused me to suffer fools lightly and speak in a harsh fashion. At least I think it is the ribs, it could be this persona I’ve adopted or it could be The Lower Bottoms in general.
I don’t know if they say it or not, but if there was a saying for The Lower Bottoms it should be: Get out of The Lower Bottoms before it makes you hard.
They nodded accepting my proposition. They stood up and took off their clothes. I turned to April; she was a relief to look at after looking at those two. I also turned to her since I had no desire to watch these two old women undress.
“April, I need you to take their clothes, including the ones in this sink,” I said, pointing to the muddy water with lumps of clothes in them. “Wash them and give them back.”
“Okay,” she said, obediently.
“I’m sorry, it’s a mess.”
“It’s okay,” she said as she walked past me to the other women.
I walked back to Stephanie and thought about the fact that I just seemed to hire two more mouths to feed. Hungry mouths at that. When I got to Stephanie, I saw that she was already separating out the items that needed to be washed.
In a game of beautiful women willing to let you put it wherever you wanted and making all of your dreams come true, I leaned down and put filthy sheets into a washer and prepared to do laundry.
10
Group Meeting
We got back to The Side Light, and everyone was still doing what I told them.
Courtney and Bogo had done the best with what they were given. The first thing I did was walk into the bathroom as I had to go pee and wanted to check my statistics. The bathroom did not look good, but it seemed clean. They had done an excellent job, but there’s only so many ways that you can polish this particular turd.
It resembled a place to clean yourself and not some place where you would kill somebody. The dust and dirt that seemed to cover everything in The Lower Bottoms was gone, and the smell of age had been replaced with the smell of cleaning products. All good news.
I would learn later that they had needed every drop of cleaning product I had purchased them previously and they were thankful when we came back with re-enforcements. Courtney quickly took all the products we had and simply said: “Great, we’re almost done.”
It turned out that Courtney and Bogo made a pretty good cleaning team. Hopefully, Beatrice and Augustus would do as well.
I got into the bathroom, and before emptying my bladder, I checked my stats.
H: 11 $:19 BR:66 T:72 DOM:74 PRW:82 ST: 8
Interesting. Through no real effort, I gained a few levels in BRAINS and TRUST. I bought $8 worth of cleaning products, and it looked like my strength was returning. The thing I found the most interesting of all of it was the STRENGTH number. Just earlier this morning I had been at a 6, and although 8 was not a good number, it meant that my health was rising. My body was healing itself, and this was especially interesting because I had been on the go all day. This had to be part of the game's mechanics. My ribs still hurt, but it was manageable, and it had gotten better throughout the day/night/whatever. My body naturally healed whether I did anything special or not. This was good news.
Now, the other thing of note was health. That 11 staring me in the face was not a kosher number. I needed rest and food. Perhaps if I did this, it would also bring my strength back up. A boy can hope.
I took a leak and considered it a win I no longer felt like I would get the plague by being in this room. Score one for Team Rockknocker.
I went out into my room and did a circle throughout the rest. Having the ability to walk from room to room without having to go outside was a nice option. I made it into room five where the new girls were. Everybody was in high spirits. It seems like they had been having fun. It was nice to hear laughter. Also, Courtney and Bogo seemed cheery to be cleaning. Bogo still felt grateful to be with us, and Courtney seemed to enjoy being useful. She also seemed to really get along well with Bogo. They were acting more like a couple than just ordinary co-workers.
Workplace romance? Talk about something you didn’t see coming.
My only concern would be if Bogo became possessive. Courtney was one of my only sources of income, and I couldn’t afford to have her taken off the table. Bogo, however, was my only source of protection, so I really couldn’t afford to lose him.
The other pleasant news I got after returning was Emily and Bridget. They looked considerably better. They were sitting on one of the beds in room five, naked, and Betty was continuing to help them put on some make-up. She knew to go light with it as we had limited supplies and they would not be working tonight. I didn’t want them going out until I sampled the product. Hopefully, that would be tonight, provided my ribs held together. I hadn’t planned on doing that earlier, but seeing them naked there on the bed, it made me in the mood suddenly.
I walked over to the girls and asked them to stand up. They were loosened up from earlier and in a much more jovial mood. They had relaxed around Betty, and that was good, but I did sense a certain level of trepidation as I approached them.
I checked them out. This was a much better barometer of what I could expect of them. First, I looked at Bridget. She was adorable. She had a very cute face with dark auburn hair and blue eyes. Her hair was long and wavy thick; it trailed down to the middle of her back. She had looked extremely dirty earlier, and now I realize that her dark skin made it look worse than it probably was. I thought maybe she was Hispanic, but then I realized that she was a mix of some sorts. She was either half black or half Mexican. I realize that the term Mexican probably has no meaning here as I doubt that there is a Mexico. So she was a mix, that’s all I know. She had darker skin, and with those light eyes, it made for a lovely look.
The rest of her wasn’t as good as the top of her. First things first, she had great tits. They were large and firm looking, past that there wasn’t much to be thrilled with. She wasn’t thick like Courtney, but instead, I would describe her as fat. How you got fat in the Lower Bottoms I did not understand, but she was. She was also only a little over five-foot-one. Which was about the same height as Betty, but she was twice Betty’s size in weight. She was cute enough that maybe she could play the adorable card, but we would have to dress her in a more flattering way. Naked she wasn’t much to look at, except those tits, I almost reached out and p
layed with them, they were really great. The caramel skin and the darker nipples made them stick out from the rest of the girls in my harem.
Emily, on the other hand, instantly went into the top part of my harem. She was average height, I would say about five-foot-five, and she had light blond hair. Almost white-blond and that was good as that shit sold. I didn’t have one of those yet and as they say: Gentlemen prefer blondes.
I doubt I will find a lot of gentlemen in The Lower Bottoms.
To go with her hair, she had light blue eyes and pale white skin. She looked as though she was in her early twenties and while she didn’t have huge tits, they looked right at me. They were nice and firm with small nipples that pointed straight up. Her breasts arched to the sky, and they were beautiful.
Of all the girls who benefited from a good cleaning, she had the most. I didn’t even look at her twice before, and now she was someone I was looking forward to auditioning. My dick reminded me of that.
Emily also had a nice smile and was thin, but not too thin. Her skin wasn’t tight like April’s, but she wasn’t flabby, just had a little more body fat. It gave her skin a soft appearance. She would make me some money down here I could tell. I’m pretty sure I could make some money with her down here, in fact, I could probably make good money with her further up the road on my way back to The Reference, or my way to the coast, whichever way I planned on expanding. If I could expand.
“Okay, have a seat girls,” I said and then went over to the other bed and sat down as well. “Group meeting,” I said loudly.
Everybody worked their way back into the room, and I addressed them to give them some idea of how things would be going.
“First of all, Courtney and Bogo, great job cleaning this place up,” Courtney smiled and put her arm around Bogo and he, in turn, put his arm around her. They had already started putting sheets back on the beds.
“Betty, great work with the girls here. How are you holding up on supplies?”
