Chapter 304
Before me stood 60 succubi in the break room. 40 from Elza, 10 from the Tsukiji's branch of Tsuki, and 10 who quit their jobs to work here instead. Plenty of employees from the other Tsukiji volunteered to move to help me, but the recent succubi immigration tempered that need. It was a great start, but I'd still need to employ a little more to meet Tokyo's insane demand. To no surprise, there were a lot of pent-up men. Women, too. After entering them into the company database, we started receiving bookings up to a month in advance for every succubus.
As director of two Tsukis, I became my own boss. Kind of. I still answered to Mr. Ishioka, who was my supervisor. However, more work on my plate meant less time to see clients. So, I only did outcalls to certain people with delicate or specific needs. Mio wasted no time turning her room in Tsuki into an S&M dungeon. On company Yen to boot.
Many of the new faces weren't used to life on Earth yet. They didn't understand social etiquette, especially in Japan where things were so nuanced. One succubus was holding down the button of the electric water dispenser, and a couple more watched in fascination.
"Is this endless? I've never seen a keg like this before. It must be enchanted!"
Another succubus repeatedly opened and closed the refrigerator door. She discovered the freezer box, rather liked the chill it emitted, and stuck her head inside.
"Oooh, it feels so nice and cool…"
Then there were those that just didn't understand the concept of using their personal space. A succubus shoved a box of dildos into a break room cabinet.
"Alright, everyone." I clapped to get their attention. "We'll be opening tomorrow, and I expect you all to be on your best behavior. If you're doing anything extreme, establish safe words with the clients. Condoms are recommended but not required. We can still get diseases, and that's not fun. Most importantly, clean up after each client. Unless your next client is weird and likes sloppy seconds. It's up to you. Any questions?"
A couple of hands shot up.
"Do humans really eat raw fish? I want to try some!"
"Can I keep a human as a pet?"
"How does this box stay cold?"
"Oh, my god…" I put a hand to my face and sighed.
After answering some mundane questions, because I didn't want to risk missing out on important ones, everyone went their separate ways. Most returned to their rooms. Others hung out in the break room. A few went out back to try cigarettes.
I headed up to my office, where Erma was tidying up the place. Mr. Ishioka had come down and busied himself in front of the computer. His fingers flew across the keyboard with better precision than tech savants of my age. It went to show how much time he spent as a desk jockey, including his work ethic and drive.
Stacks of collapsed cardboard boxes rested in one corner of the room. My office featured a modest desk and bookshelves behind it. To one side, a long window faced the busy streets below. My belongings, like pictures with different combinations of myself, Kana, Mio, and Elendir filled a pin board to the opposite side of the desk. A fax machine I'd probably never use sat by the door, but just as I thought that, it whirred to life and spat out a document.
Mr. Ishioka mindlessly walked over to pick it up, returned to the computer, and continued typing away without missing a beat. Erma, on the other hand, stopped vacuuming to bow to me.
"My mistress, your study is nearly furnished. We await two chairs that will arrive tomorrow morning by courier," Erma reported.
"Good girl." I gestured her closer with my finger.
Erma obediently came up to me, and I adjusted the red collar around her neck. A copper tag hung from it engraved with the words, 'Property of Saeko Ito'. I bought the collar from a pet store and got the tag engraved from the same place. The employees looked at us funny when I put it on her there. She seemed to have taken a liking to it right away though.
"Will… Will we be going for a walk?" Erma gulped hard.
"Not during work hours. Maybe later." I patted my pet on the head and smiled. "Take that pile of cardboard out for me, please."
"At once." She hurried to do as I asked.
Mr. Ishioka didn't even notice the entire exchange, too focused on the computer. Once Erma was gone, I sidled up to my boss, scooted the keyboard aside, and sat up on the desk and spread my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties underneath, giving him an eyeful of my wet pussy.
"Erma's afraid of elevators. So while she throws the cardboard away, we have ten minutes for a quickie~" I offered.
"Oh…" Mr. Ishioka wiped the sweat from his brows. "As… As tempting as that sounds, I'm nearly done writing up a report. The governor of Tokyo Prefecture was staunchly against the SPSFL project. The only reason I got it through was convincing her how much in taxes this would bring in—"
I pouted and tuned him out while he continued rambling. Without a word, I slipped under the desk and unzipped his pants. An erect penis sprung out that I started sucking on. Mr. Ishioka lost his train of thought immediately. Legs trembling, his throbbing dick exploded a load down my throat. Before he had a chance to recover, I climbed on top of him and sheathed his still hard rod into me.
Mr. Ishioka's eyes rolled back. I bounced repeatedly until he came inside. My womb felt warm and full, yet I wasn't completely sated.
"I… I need… more." I panted.
"But I'm spent!" my boss cried.
My ears twitched to the sound of Erma's footsteps. I quickly got off Mr. Ishioka and pulled up my jeans. He scooted back into the desk.
"Mistress, I've discarded the cardboard… is anything the matter?" Of course, Erma had a keen sense given her occupation back in Elza and eyed us suspiciously.
"N-Nothing! Let's grab Mio, and we can go pick up some catering! You're interested in our dessert culture, right?" I shifted my weight from one leg to the other as fresh cum dripped down my thighs.
"Yes!" She beamed. "Princess Amira has a sweet tooth, and I'd like to look at what Earth might have to offer."
Mr. Ishioka breathed a sigh of relief as I left with Erma. We barged in on Mio as she was finishing up a whipping session with a client. The three of us headed into town by car. No matter how many times we drove through the city, Erma was always in awe of something. Her sense of wonder was a lot more colorful than Elendir's.
Erma was on the edge of her seat in the back. Her neck craned up to look at the scrapers of Tokyo. If it wasn't for the seatbelt, she might have fallen off the car a while ago.
We pulled up to a popular ice cream shop chain. People gave us weird stares, not just because Mio and I were succubi. But also because a real elf was in front of their eyes, and moreover dressed in a French maid outfit.
"Saeko, Mio. This place is rather chilly. Where exactly have we gone?" Erma asked.
"Ice cream!" Mio skipped over to the counter.
"You'll find out soon enough. Real quick, Erma. What's your favorite fruit back in Elza?" I interrogated her.
"Oh, hmm. Vaingord Orchards grew these delightfully tart and sweet fruits, about half the size of a palm. Now that I'm thinking of them, my belly stirs. But… why the sudden question?" She cocked her head at me.
I told Erma to wait for it and entered the line after Mio. We took an open table, and I handed Erma a cup of strawberry ice cream topped with diced strawberries. She stared at it strangely at first, studying the gradually melting mountain. The soldier in her watched Mio eating it so excitedly, and she finally stuffed a spoonful into her mouth.
"You have given me a delicacy of the gods…" Erma sighed in pleasure.
"It's just ice cream," I said.
"Kahaha! That was my exact reaction when I first had it on Earth. We don't have good shit like that in Elza. Mmmm!" Mio squealed after another bite.
"Aacck!" She winced and clutched her head. "Mistress… Something is assaulting my mind… What magic is it?"
Mio and I giggled at her expense.
"Relax, it's not magic! You just ate too much ice cream at once and got a brain freeze. They're annoying but harmless," I explained.
"Is that so? Such agony is a small price to pay for such a treat. Thank you, Mistress. Mio, too. Mmmm~" Erma's lips brightened into a wide smile.
A pleasant feeling washed over me as I watched Erma enjoy her ice cream. God, I wanted to fuck her so bad right now. Wait, no! At least not in public. I stopped myself before actually pouncing on her and causing a scene.
By the time we finished eating, the store had finished the catering order. They gave us a cooler that an employee would come fetch back. It was filled with ice cream. Mio tried snatching one out for seconds until I bopped her on the head. She stuck her tongue out at me, then ordered another to go.
The succubi who were new to Earth received their ice cream with caution like Erma did. It wasn't until they watched their fellows, who had been here for much longer, eat happily that they started digging in.
I found Rowessa and Miriam right outside the break room away from their squads. Both of them were savouring their ice cream in peace.
"How's your first day of work going?" I asked them.
"I like it here. Don't have to hunt down a beastkin or light elf to feed on. I was getting tired of dark elves, not that there's anything wrong with them," Rowessa opened as the first to speak up.
"I'm of the same sentiment." Miriam nodded. "Although… I have to ask. Are humans normally so peculiar? One asked me to whisper them words of encouragement. Another wanted to be cradled like an infant. The last human I serviced before coming here pleaded for me to spit on him. Why?"
"Well… I have to admit there are a lot of humans with weird kinks. To be fair, it sounds like you got most of the tame ones though," I explained.
"I… see…" She pursed her lips.
"After week one, I'll let you guys start choosing your own clients! You can build your own base to cater to!"
Both of them seem to be fine either way.
Everyone enjoyed the ice cream we brought back, particularly Miriam. Apparently she had a sweet tooth, and I promised to bring some Japanese candy for her tomorrow. Rowessa took an interest in lifting weights, something she couldn't explore back in Elza without proper equipment. I'd heard from the other girls that her room had weight lifting gear in there, and clients sometimes book her for training. Learning about my subjects was kind of fun. It made me want to dote on them.
Despite screwing up back in Elza, their earnest desire to live up to my expectations and make amends felt genuine. I felt like I really belonged with the lot of them.
However…
As night fell, my stomach started rumbling. Not my human hunger, but the succubus one. I noticed Mio and the other succubi seemed to have gotten over their heat phase of the year. So, why was I still hungry?
I tidied up the office and slumped down at my desk. The building was still buzzing with activity, since this was being used as the succubi immigrants' temporary home. In fact, they were having a party downstairs in the break room after Mio brought them some alcohol. All of them went crazy over beer.
"Mistress, is everything alright?" Erma dipped into my field of view from across the desk. "You seem ill. If there is anything you need of me, I am here to provide and serve."
"Erma… I think… I think I'm still in heat," I said.
"In that case—"
My mind blanked out for a moment, and I'd pounced on top of Erma, pinning her to the couch. Our tongues lashed around in her mouth. She struggled to reciprocate. I parted her shapely thighs with my knee, then pressed my tail into her soaking pussy.
The elf writhed in pleasure underneath me. Eyes glossy and body trembling, the dreaded legate that succubi, dark elves, and demonkind feared back in Elza became puddy at my touch. I grabbed a dick potion from my desk, one of a few Mio had given me after she picked up a lockbox of them back in Elza. My slave stared up at me when I returned to her, gaze fixed on the growth between my legs.
"Mistress…" Erma's breathy voice made me want to mess her up more.
"Turn around," I ordered.
Erma did so obediently. I pushed my dick into her waiting cunt. It was so hot and wet inside, I could only imagine she was waiting for this all day. I slapped her on the ass repeatedly, taking joy in watching the fat ripple after each strike. She cried out and shuddered every time. Juices streaked down her inner thighs.
"Nnhh! More… Use me as you wish! Satisfy yourself on this slave!" Erma pleaded desperately.
Without thinking, I wrapped my tail around Erma's throat. Our hips continued pounding together with no end in sight. Both of her ass cheeks were red from being slapped so much. Soon, the walls of her pussy clenched even tighter.
"Climaxing before I do? Naughty, naughty~ You have to satisfy your mistress first. Be a good girl and tell me who you are," I cooed.
"I am… my… insatiable mistress' little… whore…" Erma choked between each word.
Unable to contain herself, Erma orgasmed first. I released my tail's hold on her and pulled out. She mustered what remained of her strength to flip over face up, and I blew my load over her face and open mouth. Threads of sticky white shot all over her. While she twitched and gasped for air, I rubbed my dick against her trembling lips. Erma readily cleaned me with a blowjob.
"Are you… satisfied… Mistress?" Erma panted. "Mis… tress?"
I couldn't remember anything else past that point.
The next morning, I came to sitting at my desk and the room was heavy with the scent of sex. It was still extremely early, and not a single ray of sunlight was visible from the curtains yet. Or maybe the skyscrapers were blocking them. An odd sound buzzed incessantly from across the room.
"Ugh…" I pressed a hand to my head, only for a couple empty vials from the dick potions fell to the floor. "Oh, crap."
Glancing up, Erma was lying sprawled out on the couch. She was covered in my jizz and surrounded by sex toys. A vibrating dildo writhed half-way out of her pussy on max setting. Two more bullet vibrators were attached to her nipples. Her tongue hung out from the side of her mouth. Disheveled hair matted against her face.
I rushed over to shake Erma awake. She stirred a bit and met my eyes.
"Good morning, Mistress… Last night… nnh… was wonderful…" Erma flashed a depraved smile.
"I'm… going to need some help." I sighed.