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Harper

"Oh my."

The doctor was grinning on his end, leaning back in his office chair.

"Good thing you contacted me. You could have been given something harmful. Now, where are you?"

"Danube street." You sniffed. "Everything's weird and spinning and my crotch feels weird."

His breath hitched on the other end.

"Well, you should make your way to the hospital!" He said cheerfully. "I shall attend you when you get here."

Can't feel my feet you fucking clod.

"Well, that was uncalled for." Despite his words, Harper was chuckling on the other end. "Very well. I shall come and get you."

He sounded like a giddy school boy, so much so you were reminded when Kylar dropped his pen and you happened to pick it up for him. Kylar reminded you a bit of Doctor Harper really. Not all the time, with the staring and suddenly appearing at your elbow, but the look he gets in his eye is always similar to Kylar, something dark and hungry and very excited. Their hands shook in the same way when they approached you.

"Now, what we shall do is we're going to give you a blood test for anything immediately harmful and once that gets back, we shall start flushing your system with fluids. Hopefully you've just been, ah, roofied, instead of given something more poisonous."

He just audible wished you were roofied.

"Yes, out of context that sounds bad. But you wouldn't take anything I do out of context would you?" That sounded more like a threat. "I do have to be very thorough when making sure you're okay. It's all for you, you must understand."

You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the lull of his voice. Why did you always feel so calm when he spoke? Every time he spoke... Even when you two weren't in his doctor's office... But where else did you to meet that wasn't at the doctor's office? You could faintly remember a different office. Also somewhere cold... A barn? Must have been a dream, it all felt too fuzzy to be real. Anyway, Doctor Harper wanted you safe and sound.

"Doctor Harper?"

"Hmmh?"

"Don't tell Bailey I was drugged at the party. Actually, please don't mention this to anyone."

"Hmh. Let's make a deal then. I won't say what happened tonight... If you do the same."

You hummed in agreement softly, feeling at ease and serene. Like a blanket of calm fell over you. Didn't even realize Harper had glided through the party, and made his way outdoors, looking at you like a hawk with a rabbit between its talons.

His hand was cold but it felt welcome against your overheated forehead.

"You caught me in a good mood." He murmured. "I shall hold off on anything extra till Friday, for your appointment. After all, I do have to examine you quiet extensively."

Remy

"If you throw up, tell me. Stomach acid curdles the milk and I have standards to uphold."

"What if I already threw up?"

"...Did you?"

"I don't know." You admitted.

Remy sighed on the other end.

"The one time I agree to a favor. Well, no more lending out prized cattle for perverts."

If anything, Remy was the pervert for having prized cattle.

"... I'll ignore that." His voice was icy.

Uh oh. Why was he mad at you, you were right! He acted all high and mighty and looking down at the lady who asked for his best milk producer for her party but she wasn't the one who sunk three of her fingers into you while you were being milked. Sunk more than fingers into you. To be fair, the lady wanted a milk party and whined at Remy that her guests would love to be able to sample from the source. Wasn't until she was shaking a fan of money did Remy relent.

It had been okay till the last part. You were happy to keep drinking water but one of the guests peeled off from the rutting crowd and shoved a bubbly drink into your hands, palms clammy and erection brushing your knee.

"What did he look like?"

"Wasn't talking to you." You mumbled.

"Disobedient tonight, aren't you? Going to have to do something about that."

Hopefully it was more of his fun punishments than his branding punishments.

"I let you get away with far too much." He murmured, throaty.

You just let out a soft moo, curling up properly on the chair. Remy chuckled fondly.

"You're lucky I'm already in town tonight. I'll be there shortly."

You had fallen asleep by the time Remy reached you. Good thing too, one of the guests was lifting the immodest little cow-print apron they got you to have a different type of test, but he always had his whip handy for such occasions.

You woke up on the ride home and Remy pulled over. Too impatient to properly sample you and make sure your milk was still perfect.

Bailey

"And what do you want me to do about it, brat?"

You hiccupped again miserably.

"I'm not getting you." You bet you woke him up.

"Bailey." You whispered.

"It's your fault you're all fucked up someplace. You should take this as a lesson, if you're so happy to keep drinking and get yourself wasted, you should take that with the fucking consequences."

"Didn't wanna drink." You sniffed.

"Oh, so you only know how to fucking swallow, huh? Can't spit shit out? No wonder you pull as much money as you do in."

You bet if Bailey got a blow job, he'd loosen up a bit.

"... You goddamn whore. I'll pick you up and you hope to god that you're still drunk for what I have planned for you. You better be fucking grateful when I get there."

The line went dead and you let the phone slip from your fingers. You wondered if that was a good idea after all. You struggled to keep the people slowly coming towards you in focus. How were you ever going to suck up to Bailey to not get sold off again? Thinking about that was giving you a headache. Better close your eyes for a bit. Maybe you should've taken a nap before calling Bailey.

At least you were cooling off now. The night air felt good on your bare chest. The wind was a bit too harsh though, pulling at your nipples and biting. Weirdly humid too, hot and wet. Did you wear underwear to the party? You would have but maybe not, you couldn't feel any on you.

You snapped your eyes open when a deep crack split through the heavy bass coming from the house. Something hot and coppery ran down you face. The wind was cold again and was only a gentle brush instead of the biting heat it was earlier. You slowly sat up. Oh hey, you knew that girl. In your biology class. Oh, hey, Bailey's here too! Wasn't he too old for school?

"Fucking hell, what did you drink?" Bailey looked up from where he was digging into her pockets, a crimson splattered bat rolling near him.

"My lawyer told me I don't have to answer that."

"... Right." He turned away. You heard him mutter something about fucking weirdos under his breath. Better not be talking about you.

You closed your eyes to rest them again when a smooth hand roughly groped your chest. You squeaked, batting at the hand.

"Calm down. Lean back." Bailey had a nice voice. You didn't notice that before.

You were mulling over that Bailey sounded smoky when he just woke up. Was smoky even a way to describe a voice? More importantly, why was he roughly pressing his fingers inside of you? Why was he taking them out so soon?

"Jesus, shut up. I'm seeing how much money I'm owed for them using my orphan. No cum in you, good."

Bailey was back to digging through the girl's purse, not acknowledging the strange glassy tint her eyes had taken on. Nor the blood congealing at the back of her head. He took out a fistful of notes and counted them before turning back to you.

"Come on then."

You got to your feet properly, legs shaking like a newborn foal. Bailey watched with disinterest before turning and walking out the side gate to the garden, tucking the notes into his pocket. You stumbled after him but almost immediately collided with his back. He turned and cast an eye over your ripped shirt. When did that happen? Bailey flicked the hanging fabric with his finger and exhaled through his nose before shrugging off his coat to drape around you. Jacket smelled nice.

"Don't fucking say that." He turned back away, walking down the path leading to the main road.

You hurried after him, eyes trained on him, strong shoulders with his white dress shirt stretched across his back muscles. Nice waist too. Excellent ass. What was that one movie line?

Touch the butt.

"Are you trying to fucking pickpocket me? You little bitch!"

Wren

"Jesus, had one too many, huh? Yeah, hold tight, I'm getting you... Though you are going to have to sit on my lap when we get back as my reward."

You could hear the scrape of a chair and the complaints of his friends. Wren faintly told them off, chiding them for thinking he'd pick them over you, no doubt holding the phone to his chest so you wouldn't hear that. He had a nice chest. You wanted to honk his pecs at least once.

"Just say grab my tits, not honk." Wren barked out a laugh. Shit.

"Didn't mean to say that." You whined, turning on your side in the garden chair you were lying on.

"Freudian slip huh? Don't worry, I also want to have a go at your tits. Remind me to tell you what Remy does to get his cow's udders so big, I'm dying to find out if they improve muscle mass too."

"Pink."

There was a pause from Wren's end. The only things you heard was the faint shouts of goodbye aimed at him and the sound of wind.

"What about pink, sweet cheeks?" His voice sounded the same to when he was getting up the nerve to break a window. Uncertain but trying not to show it. Maybe his large hands covering a hefty cock peeking out between his fingers since he lost his boxers to you with his last hand of cards.

"Nuh uh. You don't get to distract me by complimenting my cock. Go on, doll, you wanted to talk about pink."

"Stop talking to my thoughts, Wren." You practically wailed. "Those are mine!"

"You're the one talking aloud. At a... Party, no less, tsk tsk. Unless... You're outside a club? Doll, where you at anyway?"

"Danube street."

"Huh. I'll follow the music when I get there I guess."

You hummed and fluttered your eyes closed, enjoying not having to keep on looking at the whirling lights.

"So, how many drinks did you have?" He sounded like he was doing his fake airy voice, his "all's-good-nothing-wrong" tone. "Just so I know how many shots its gonna take to properly trump you at cards."

"Not too many. I was feeling okay until the last one..."

"Huh. Sweetcheeks, why don't you hide out somewher-"

"Wren, I'm gonna go throw up."

"...Ew."

"Stay right there." You slowly got to your feet, letting your phone slip through your fingers and leaving it on the garden chair.

"Woah, hey, take me- take your phone with you!"

"You'd make fun of what I sound like when I throw up!" You whined, trying to retain balance on your shaky legs.

"Yeah, I will, but also just... Doll, just take the phone with you in case I can't find you when I get there!" His voice was weirdly high, worried.

"I'm in the garden." With that you walked slowly to the end of the garden, ignoring the panicky exclamations coming from the phone left behind.

Instead of throwing up you stumbled and sat down hard by the pool, your shoe getting drenched from where you stuck your foot into the water. You hiccupped again, squinting against the wavy pool lights.

"Hey." A voice came from beside you.

You jumped a bit and looked up. It was... One of the guys from school. Maybe?

"You been out here for ages."

You swore you were only here for a few moments to call Wren.

"Also looks like your shoe is ruined."

Huh.

"Why don't you come inside? You can lie down in my room... Get those wet things off you."

Your foot did feel weird. The same way it did when you wandered into the moor and stuck your foot into one of the swampy bits. You felt a hand grip your upper arm, sweaty and hot and shaking with excitement.

"Back up, fuck-o." Oh hey, Wren's here.

There was a splash. The other guy must have jumped into the pool. He also looked like when you were teaching Robin how to swim, Wren holding him by the arms. Though Robin would have hated it if you held his head under the water like that. To this day, he hates opening his eyes underwater so maybe you should have.

"C'mon. Let's get you back home." Wren was back at your side, wet up to his hips and looking annoyed. "When I say to take your phone, you take your phone, got it?"

He got the most adorable look in his face with irritated. Lil scrunch in his nose.

"Jesus, you're wasted."

Briar

"Hmm. Obviously, darling, otherwise you'd have called someone else."

He sounded amused. You heard his throat swallow and you could imagine the cold wine glass perched in his hand, deep red staining his lush lips as he listened to your slurred rambles. Shirt open just enough, lounging in his office as per usual, phone tucked between their shoulder and ear, listening to his drunken little whore of a dancer cry at him for feeling weird. The thought nearly made you hang up immediately.

"Tasted pink."

"What are you going on about, darling?" You felt like he was purely indulging you for his own entertainment. If you were like this at work, he'd chuckle and shove you towards the stage.

"Drink. Tasted like the pink. With the show."

There was a beat of silence.

"Your drink tasted like the liquid we use on the sex machine?" You heard rustling on Briar's end.

"Hmmh, 'm not supposed to be on tonight, but they're waiting out there." Your voice struggled to break through the haze, tongue too heavy in your mouth.

"Darling?"

"Have to go on tonight." You mumbled again.

There was a prolonged silence and you barely managed to hear wisps of his breath fluttering against the receiver. You tilted your head back a bit more, letting it hang off of the lawn chair you were spread over. The hazy group of guys by the garden doors kept looking at you. Weren't those the guys from the brothel who helped you with your gang bang scenes? They should be getting their cue to come over at any moment now...

"You're not on tonight." Briar's voice made you jump slightly, not noticing your phone had been slowly slipping from your fingers. "But I was thinking..."

A pause. Briar sighed.

"No other way I guess. I'll send someone to pick you up. You'd appreciate that, wouldn't you, darling?"

You nodded, the thought that he couldn't see you not even crossing your mind in the least. Instead you hummed happily and let your phone slip from your fingers, hitting the patio with a crack as you let the haze descend.

Your body felt like it was floating, adrift. Too aware of your nipples for your taste, not to mention your crotch felt stifled in its underwear but your arms felt too heavy to grab it...

Weakly, you tried to slip your finger under the belt of your trousers, to at least tug it aside but a hand gripped yours.

"None of that, darling."

You weren't... On the garden chair anymore. You felt a thigh under your cheek. Soft fabric... Briar's couch. Wine and some sort of... Aftershave? Perfume? Smelled nice. Briar always smelled nice. He wasn't supposed to, being an owner of a seedy brothel.

"Sleep it off. In the morning you can pay me back." You wondered if you could pay him back by sucking him off. Of every single dick out there in the world, you bet his dick would be the nicest to just stick in your mouth and warm it for a while.

"Darling, let go of my zipper."