by Garth Ono
In the upper right was another circle, with a map of the area and little moving dots. I was the middle red triangle, with all other players indicated by yellow dots. I willed it to zoom in, and it responded, before I willed it to zoom out so I could see a map of the whole town. Blue dots indicated dungeons.
"My HUD doesn't have a backpack or anything to cache my weapons and loot," I said.
"I think in this VR version you have to carry everything like in real life," Tom said, eyes darting around while he checked out his HUD. "They have VR games with no HUD, too, to be even more realistic."
"How do we tell the difference between players and NPCs?" Charlie asked. "Surely everyone on this street isn't a player."
Good question. I checked Tom and Charlie, and saw their names and characters they were playing. Just like Marcus the Half-orc. So I concentrated on a character no one would pay to place, a simple street sweeper.
Falstaff. Street sweeper.
"Seriously? There's no way to tell us apart?" I asked. "I'll have to study the manual before I play again."
Charlie said there was a moneychanger around the corner to my right. I checked my map, and there it was with a golden coin icon. I headed up the street, marveling at all of the fantasy and game characters. Orcs, goblins, elves, and dwarves mingled with humans, who accounted for more than half of the characters. An old man patted my butt as I passed by, and a woman almost hit me when she tossed out the contents of a chamber pot two floors above.
The stench of it gagged me.
Turning on the next street, I spotted the moneychanger's shop halfway to the next street. A flickering orange glow lit the single small window. I was almost run over by a goblin warrior riding a female centaur when I crossed the street. My anger melted away when I noticed the centaur was topless, and had an amazing pair. Her hair and mane were long. Silky, and golden blonde. Her human upper half looked more elven than human.
"Watch where you're going," I shouted. He brandished his crude little spear at me, before reining the centaur around and kicking her back into a cantor. The poor centaur girl looked on the brink of tears, but obeyed. I noticed a glowing collar around her slender throat. "Hey, you think that goblin is forcing her to be his mount?"
"Absolutely. That's a magic collar," Charlie said.
"I didn't notice any collar," Tom whispered. "But did you see her… Never mind."
I rolled my eyes. Men. The moneychanger's shop was right there. We quickly entered and bought money. The exchange rate was one silver coin per dollar. Each gold coin was worth twenty dollars. There was no other currency. I bought twenty dollars worth of silver coins.
"What happens to any money I have when I exit the game?"
The moneychanger was an elderly goblin. I couldn't tell if it was a he or a she. The goblin looked at me like I was a moron.
"It's credited to your account, and is transferrable to other games."
We stopped at a street vendor and bought sausages wrapped in flatbread. More like pita bread than a tortilla. It was hot, juicy, and delicious.
"Even my taste buds are delighted in this game," I said. "Mmm, that was delish."
Charlie stopped and pointed at a black door. There was a red heart painted above it, with two orcs standing guard. At first I thought it was a dungeon. Then the game identified it.
Madam Elsa's House of Carnal Delights. Cathouse.
"They have brothels?" I cried, drawing dozens of eyes to me.
"They have brothels and sex clubs serving one and all fetishes," Charlie said. He winked at me. "That's something Eddie only told me and Tom."
"Yeah, you could've warned me." I turned to stride away, eager to get as much distance between me and that cathouse as possible. I didn't like the lusty way those orcs were eyeballing me. The red orc was touching himself. "Let's find a dungeon and – Ooff!"
I collided with a wall of steel. I was knocked to my butt, and pulled my sword before I accessed the situation.
"Watch where you're…um…Hi, guys."
What felt like a steel wall was in fact a City Watch patrol. Big, thick-limbed soldiers sheathed in armor and looking grim and unfriendly scowled down at me. One of them growled and grabbed my sword arm's wrist.
"Leave her alone," Charlie shouted.
He brandished his staff, spoke a weird word, and lightning shot out of the staff's crystal and scattered the Watch patrol. I twisted free, and was on my feet in an instant.
"Get them!" a soldier commanded.
"Run," I cried, and took off running.
Big, angry men with spears chased me. I raced through the crowd, ducking and cutting this way and that, until I spotted a dark, narrow passage between two half-timbered structures. It was barely wide enough for me to pass, sideways, so no way the soldiers chasing me could follow.
I emerged on a dark, empty street. I checked my map, but couldn't tell which dots were my friends. Biting my lip, I considered my options. We hadn't discussed what to do if separated. There was a good chance I'd spend the rest of my session looking for them.
"Or, I can go off on my own and explore this new VR world." A big, wicked grin spread across my face. I remembered that earlier comment about dragon-shifters. "I bet I can get into all kinds of sexy trouble on my own."
Chapter 3
It was almost full night. Daytime was cool with lots of amazing sights in that virtual world, but night was the domain of thieves and rogues. A very roguish smiled spread across my face as I studied the surrounding structures.
I checked my map for dungeons. None on that street. Not all of the surrounding buildings had names pop up when I looked at them, but most did. Just simple names. Baker's house. Corner pub. Farrier's shop. That street had some of everything, as did the next street I checked.
I found a tavern at the intersection of five streets. That made me wonder what the difference between a tavern and a pub could be. As best I could tell, the pub had a better clientele. Everyone I saw coming and going were humans and looked like everyday people. Laughter bubbled out of the pub.
The few men I watched enter the tavern looked decidedly unsavory. More than half were members of the fantasy races, like drows, orcs, goblins, and even a minotaur. For some reason that got me excited. And a sassy kind of music was drifting out of the tavern.
"Do I want to tackle a dungeon on my own?" I whispered, looking around. "Or do I want to party with monsters?"
Since I was separated from Tom and Charlie, I could get drunk, sing, dance, and carouse without anyone being the wiser. AI-controlled NPCs weren't going to gossip about me back at work. I could do anything in that world, or do anyone, without any consequences in real life.
I gnawed on my lip. "I can explore all of my darkest fantasies."
My belly filled with butterflies. I was in new, scary territory. While I liked to think I was some badass gamer girl, in truth I was a stay the safe course and don't rock the boat kind of girl. Eddie may have given me the best gift ever, a way to vent my frustration in a safe game environment. A safe way to be very unsafe and be bad.
"Time to put my big bad girl panties on," I muttered, heading for the tavern. "It's party time in the bad boy tavern."
There were five guys and a girl lingering around the door. None of them were humans. The girl was an elf, wearing what I thought looked like a sluttier version of the Princess Leia slave girl outfit, only in bright red. She was a redhead, with a full-sleeve roses, thorns, and dragons tattoo. She was practically molesting an orc warrior in black furs and scale armor. A pair of kobolds in mismatched armor were sitting against the wall singing drunkenly, while a goblin paced back and forth mumbling. The elf girl and goblin were both smoking brown cigarettes.
I studied the sloppily rolled up cig in the goblin's hand. Do they have virtual pot?
That would be so cool.
Everyone, except the singing kobolds, stopped to watch as I passed by to enter the divine chaos. It was just as dark inside as out, but with small flickering candles on most
of the bistro tables. Human and elven serving wenches, also in the Leia slave girl outfits, weaved through the crowd to serve mugs of beer. People were laughing, dancing, drinking, and otherwise having a grand ole time.
There were few humans inside, and most of them were serving wenches. The other two human females were making out atop a table to wild cheers. The music was provided by a trio of slender young wood nymphs in the corner. The beautiful nymphs played stringed instruments and sang in harmony.
"Take a seat anywhere," a serving wench said. She was a busty drow with blue-dyed hair, which matched her outfit. "I'll get you a mug."
Every table had at least one patron. Most looked happy, but a few had sour looks. I moved deeper inside, heading for the back wall when I saw him. An orc sitting alone in the corner pulled out a chair for me. Our eyes locked for a second, and it was intense.
Shak. Mountain orc.
"Oh dear, I'm going to get in so much trouble in here," I whispered, but joined him. His fierce eyes dropped to my cleavage, and then my waist. I think he liked what he saw. "Hi, I'm Ari."
Shak was easily seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and bulging muscles. He was bald, with a slightly greenish-gray skin color. His massive chest and arms were covered with scars and tattoos. And all he wore was a black furry loincloth. He was scary sexy and made my eggs vibrate.
"I am Shak."
I wondered if the NPCs could see names above characters like we could. Neither Shak nor the serving wench looked above my head even once. And I didn't notice anyone out front checking me out that way. A few of the people I passed on the street had checked me out.
Indeed, Shak's eyes weren't roving above my shoulders. It got a little warmer in there. I glanced down at his lap. My breath caught. His cock had slipped out and laid against his thigh in plain view.
It was scary big. Long, thick, and covered with pulsing blue veins. For a moment I couldn't breathe or think. I finally tore my eyes away.
"You're kind of exposed down there," I offered tentatively as I sat down.
The orc looked down, shrugged and looked me in the eyes. Electricity rippled through me when his gaze lingered. Something stirred deep inside.
"I have no reason to be ashamed."
That was an understatement. He could shame a stallion. My eyes kept being pulled down, stirring up feelings and images in my too fertile imagination. My mouth went dry, and I looked around for that lazy serving wench with my drink. I struggled to change the subject, anything to take my mind off that.
"Are you a warrior, or one of the tavern's bouncers?" I asked.
"Bouncer?"
"You're big, bald, and tough looking," I replied. "That usually means bouncer."
He indicated the double-headed battle-axe and scarred round shield leaning against the wall. "I am an orc warrior in my prime. I do not demean myself like that."
The serving wench arrived with my mug, and wanted five silver pieces for it. That beer cost me five dollars, and the mug probably only held half a can. I sucked half of it down right away to relieve my dry mouth.
"This is highway robbery," I told Shak after she left. "Where I come from places like this give girls free or cheap beer to lure us in, which pulls in more men who buy more drinks."
Shak looked around. "They're doing well without discounts."
"But how many women are here? Three, counting me." The two human women, a blonde and a redhead, were now topless and still making out hot and heavy. I took another swig of beer. It was watered down crap, but better than nothing. "Wouldn't this place be more fun with more women?"
"Everything is more fun with more women." He caught the serving wench's attention and held up four huge fingers. Everything about him was huge. "You look like a fun girl. Maybe you should show them just how much fun girls can be."
The serving wench returned with four shots. The shot glasses were actually small ceramic cups. Shak poured three of them into my beer, and downed the fourth. I took a sip, and wow that shit was strong. He just wagged his brows.
"Drink up, Ari. You need to relax and have fun."
He was right. The last month at work had been stressful. This was the perfect time and place to blow off some steam. For the first time in my life I could let my hair down and enjoy some no consequence fun since it was all VR. So I grinned at Shak and downed half my spiked mug.
"Holy moly!" I cried, and started coughing. Shak laughed and pounded my back. I'm sure for him it was a friendly pat on the back, but the oversized brute rattled my bones. It took a minute to get my wind back. "Damn, that shit is strong."
"Good shit," Shak said, nodding with a grin. "It'll put hair on your chest."
I reached over and stroked his chest. His skin was rough, but warm. Not a hair on it, either. Indeed, I didn't see a hair anywhere on his body.
"You obviously haven't drank much."
He laughed, saluted me with his mug, and drained it. Shak signaled a serving wench to get us two more mugs. I sighed. If he was buying, I was drinking. Who cared if I got drunk? No one there cared what I did and didn't do. They didn't know me. Most of them probably weren't even real people.
I was feeling real good. So when a bunch of goblins and kobolds began line dancing, I joined them. It was a hoot. They taught me their dance, and I taught them the Cotton Eyed Joe. We danced. We drank. We sang dirty songs. We drank some more. Really, every time I turned around someone handed me a mug or a shot.
I don't know how long it took, but I found myself dancing atop a table. Men crowded around and encouraged me. Shak was front and center. So I danced for him. First, my corset came off. And then my shirt. Yeah, I wasn't wearing anything under it.
Did they even have bras back in the olden days?
When the song ended I laughed, and then threw myself off and into Shak's arms. He motorboated my tits to wild cheers and congratulations. The orc then tossed me over his shoulder and headed back to our table, while fondling my butt. I giggled, kicked, and playfully beat on his back. When he sat, I ended up on his lap.
"Are you going to take advantage of me?"
"Of course. I'm an uncivilized savage orc. What did you expect?"
I wiggled out of his lap, unfastened my pants, and grinned. "I expect to be ravaged, so don't disappoint."
Shak plopped me atop the table, quickly removed my boots, and then generously helped me out of those incredible tight pants. He had me panting and all tingly hot inside. I decided it was time to give my first lap dance. I wiggled and giggled for that big ugly orc, but mostly rubbed my naked body all over him. The butterflies in my belly melted into a hot, mushy mess, while my pussy tingled. His hands boldly explored my body, touching, pinching, probing all my naughtiest spots.
Shak made me straddle his lap, so he could nibble and suck on my tits. One hand held my waist, keeping me in place, while the other went between my legs. Rough fingertips rubbed my sensitive folds, quickly getting them wet and making me squirm.
"Oh baby," I purred. I kissed the top of his head while he sucked hard on my right nipple. Then one huge finger pressed hard into my slipper folds, and penetrated in two knuckles deep. "Aaiiee. Oooooh."
That magnificent orc alternated between finger fucking me and rubbing circles over my throbbing pussy. My back bowed, head lolling around, as he sent wave after wave of pleasure through my hot and trembling body. He finally released my waist to fondle my tits, and then pinching, pulling, and rolling my erect nipples until I couldn't take it any longer.
"Oh, baby, I'm about to explode," I whispered breathlessly.
Shak pinched and rolled a nipple super hard, while sucking hungrily on the other. I cried out, and then felt him thrust two fingers up inside me. My vagina clamped down on those invaders, as they pumped in and out faster and faster.
Heat washed through my body, and I felt that rush to climax start. "Just like that!"
His thumb found my clit, rubbing it super hard even as he thrust the full length of his fingers in and out, in and out, faster and
faster. My body tensed up to the max, and then glory. Intense pleasure erupted, consuming me body and soul.
"Ai caramba!" I screamed. "Ooooh, yes."
That beautiful beast of an orc continued all of his wonderful activities until my orgasm subsided. I staggered back off his lap and sighed gustily. Then I caught his eyes and wagged my brows.
"My turn."
I yanked off his loincloth and wrapped a hand around his semi-flaccid cock. It was a little annoying to discover him not fully aroused, but I had a remedy in mind. Holding his eyes in a sultry gaze, I stroked him to hardness.
I dropped to my knees, pushed his knees wide, and pressed in close. Staring at his massive erection, my belly still quivering, I stroked him with both hands while my mouth watered. I couldn't wait to taste him. Did orcs taste like human men? Did the programmers of that VR game know how to add the taste of genitalia? So far beer tasted like beer, and sausage tasted like sausage.
"Mmmmm," I moaned when I went down on him.
I ran my tongue up from his big sweaty balls, all the way up the underside of his shaft. Shak sucked in a sharp breath when my lips wrapped around his cock head. He palmed the back of my head, and firmly pushed down.
"Mmmmggh," I groaned.
He completely filled my mouth, stretching my jaw like never before. I bobbed up and down a few times, before returning to stroking and licking. And then I went down on him again.
Shak couldn't take it anymore and pulled me up into his lap. I straddled him, grinding my pussy against his cock. We kissed, while his huge hands fondled my breasts and butt. And then I felt him guide his dick to my hot, wet folds. His bulbous head pressed hard, and my folds spread welcomingly.
"Uggh!" I grunted when he thrust up into me.
I stared incredulously. His cock stretched me out to the point of pain. Okay, well past the point of pain. For a second I thought he might actually kill me. Rip me apart. But he held still while my sex quivered and pulsed around his enormity. After a few seconds, my vagina adjusted and snugged up around him sweetly. When my body relaxed, Shak began pumping.