A Morning Ride


                                            >>20850157

                                            > Seriously specific fetishes

                                            >>20850254

                                            > Pays for sex


                                            > Be Anon, waiting at the bus stop

                                            > See Adagio struting down the sidewalk

                                            > actnatural.exe

                                            > She stops about a foot away, looks you up and down

                                            > This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down

                                            > "How much?"

                                            "The bus fare?"

                                            > "No, To ride you. I want some private transportation."

                                            > Sweatman.png

                                            > Don't want to seem easy

                                            "Twenty dollars."

                                            > Dammit

                                            > She raises her eyebrows

                                            > "Interesting price. Alright, here's your twenty. Now bend over."

                                            > You automatically pocket the bill

                                            "Now? In public?"

                                            > Adagio's getting impatient

                                            > "What, I should walk somewhere private, then mount you? That would defeat the purpose."

                                            > What

                                            > You glance around

                                            > It is currently nope o'clock in the morning, and you are pretty much the only ones here

                                            "Alright."

                                            > You bend over, trying to figure out whether to clench or relax your anus

                                            > Then a weight falls on your lower back, and the siren wraps her legs around your waist

                                            > She sets her hands on your shoulders and shifts a little

                                            > "Alright, now go up this street and take a left on main."

                                            > Oh

                                            > Piggyback rides

                                            > You shrug and trundle along the course she sets

                                            > By the time you reach the apartment door, you have earned your twenty dollars

                                            > She slides off your back and gives you a  pat on the head

                                            > "You'd make a good horse, Anon."

                                            "Thanks? Though, I have to admit, at first I thought you were paying me to have sex with you."

                                            > Adagio gapes at you

                                            "Kinda funny, that. Well, see you around."

                                            > You take a step back, and she scrambles for her wallet

                                            > Before you take another step, she presses another bill into your hand

                                            "Wha-"

                                            > The siren grabs you by the wrist and hauls you into the building and up several flights of stairs

                                            > You try to keep up as best you can, but she is nearly sprinting

                                            > You collapse next to her door as she pauses to open it

                                            > Adagio just drags you inside, ignoring her roommates' inquiries

                                            > You weakly wave as you go by

                                            > Finally she heaves you onto her bed

                                            > It's a nice room, although you get the feeling it was decorated by Daphne Blake

                                            > The closet shrine to the character definitely hints at something similar

                                            > Then Adagio enters your field of vision, holding a rubber chicken

                                            > "Kiss it."

                                            "What?"

                                            > You can see an aching need mixed with pent up frustration in her expression

                                            > "I paid you twenty dollars. Now kiss the rubber chicken."