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	/% Written by Hero4Hire %/
	<<set $ManagedSlave = 1>>
	<<BackStandard>>
	You're acting as the brothel's ad hoc bartender, dutifully watering down the booze and moving the excess to empties, when you notice the door pitch open dramatically.  Dashing through is a fair skinned woman, wild eyed and frantic, her attention darting this way and that.
	<br>Seemingly skimming over and dismissing the few patrons within, eventually her gaze settles on you and she advances swiftly to the bar.  
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	<br>You guess her to be in her early twenties or so, and she doesn't look hostile so much as frightened; however, in this city of vice, victimhood and instability often run hand in hand.
	<br>As such, you don your most disarming grin and begin wiping down the counter top with a handy bit of cloth set aside for just this sort of occasion - making a mental note of the location of your trusty baseball bat tucked away nearby.
	<br>Her clothes look to be of reasonable quality, but show considerable wear and tear. Despite her hair being matted with sweat and her garb seemingly slept in, your discerning eye confirms that there is quite the potential beauty underneath that disheveled appearance.
	<br>You nod to the woman. <PC>"Welcome! How may I-"</PC>
	<br><asi>"Hi!"</asi>, she chirps, <asi>"Hey! I-I know how this sounds, but is there, like, a back door... a rear exit, or something?"</asi>
	<br>You shake your head.
	<<if $OwnKitchen>>
		<br>There is one, in the back of the Kitchen, but you have no intention of letting this potentially-unhinged just woman wander through your establishment.
	<<else>>
		<br>There was one, but it's long since been boarded up after somebody kicked it in to loot the remnants of the kitchen.
		<br>Unfortunately, it was too expensive to fix, and has thus only been functioning as a particularly ugly chunk of wall for a while now.
	<</if>>
	<br>When you relay this to the young woman, she tugs at her long brown hair in frustration.  
	<br><asi>"Fuck!"</asi>, she curses, yanking on two fistfuls of brunette tresses, <asi>"Fuckity shit fuck, fuck goddamn fuckballs!"</asi>
	<br><PC>"Er..."</PC> You briefly consider offering to call the police, but even if they decided to show up, they're likely to do more harm than good. 
	<br>Nope. No cops unless absolutely necessary.    
	<br>After a moment she ceases the abuse of her tousled hair. <asi>"Sorry. Are you <b>sure</b> there's no other way out? Super sure?"</asi>
	<br><PC>"None. Can't even squeeze out of the bathroom windows."</PC>  
	<br><asi>"Fuuuuuuucckkk."</asi>
	<br><PC>"Okay, look, I'm <<PCName>>. What's wron-"</PC>
	<br>The main door swings open once more, revealing two burly, angry looking men covered in very familiar tattoos, markings, and colors.
	<br><PC>"Shit. Eastside..."</PC>, you mutter, <PC>"...this could be troub- Hey!"</PC>
	<br>With a surprising bit of nimble grace, the woman hops over the bar counter and ducks down near your legs, swiftly hiding from their view.  
	<br>As you glance her way, you see her put a finger to her lips in the universal plea for silence. She glances at you with big, doe-like eyes.
	<br>Well, shit. You can guess where this is going.   
	<br>Sure enough, the two mooks make their way to your bar, full of swagger and tough guy body language.    
	<br><blu>"You. Barkeep. We lookin' for a girl."</blu>
	<br>You prepare a big, warm smile and turn towards the pair. <PC>"Excellent! <<if $SlaveCount <= 1 >><<$SlaveName[1]>> is<<else>>the girls are<</if>> currently occupied, but I'm sure she'll be available shortly. Will this be a single booking, or a double?"</PC>
	<br>The duo exchange confused glances.
	<br>The taller of the two turns your way. <blu2>"We ain't lookin' for no skanky-ass hoe."</blu2>, he snarls.
	<br>You take the insult in stride. <<if $SlaveCount <= 1 >><PC>"Well, as there is currently only our lovely Rebecca on call, I suppose you'll just have to keep on looking, won't you?"</PC><<else>><PC>"Well, if none of our lovely ladies appeal to you gentlemen, I suppose you'll just have to keep on looking, won't you?"</PC><</if>>
	<br>The shorter of the two stabs a finger in your general direction. <blu>"We ain't stupid. She had to come this way."</blu>
	<br>The taller looks to the other. <blu2>"Yeah! And if she ain't on stage, or in the back, mebbe she's hidin' here, somewheres!"</blu2> 
	<br>It looks like they're about to start searching, and by the looks of them two, it's likely that they'll trash the place while doing so.
	<br>Well, shit. What now? Think fast, <<PCName>>! 
	<br><PC>"Gentlemen."</PC> You begin, <PC>"Feel free to check out the facilities. I'd guide you myself, but I'm currently..."</PC>
	<br>You feel a tap on your inner thigh, and risk a glance below. Brilliant eyes meet yours, and she pantomimes sucking a dick.
	<br>More specifically, your dick.
	<br><PC>"...Indisposed."</PC> You grin from ear to ear, adjusting the angle of your hips to give her better access to your tackle. <PC>"Busy"</PC>, you clarify.
	<br><blu>"Doin' what?"</blu>, asks a thug.
	<br>The clearly audible sound of a zipper being yanked down fills the air, followed by the loud, salacious sounds of slurping and eager oral action.
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	<br>You groan appreciatively as the young woman tends to your <<PCCockDesc>>.  <PC>"...Training a new hire, obviously."</PC>, you state.  
	<br>You make a show of looking below the counter. <PC>"You're doing fine, sweetie. Watch the teeth now... That's it."</PC>  
	<br>The woman rolls her eyes at you, but breaks into an eager smile all the same. You feel her pink tongue trace the length of your now considerably erect phallus. She then peppers the crown of your cock with loud kisses, followed shortly by overly dramatic sounds of suckling.  Occasionally, she even throws in a girly moan, just to ham it up even further.
	<br>The pair of gangers blink in surprise, clearly unsure what to do now.
	<br><PC>"So yes, go explore until you are satisfied. I will– hrm! Be doing the same."</PC> You wave off the duo. 
	<br><PC>"Unless you want to cram back here for an audition at the same time? We could always use more talent, and I've more than enough cock to go around."</PC> You chuckle. <PC>"Don't be shy now! Any takers? You there, you've got marvelous lips."</PC>
	<br>The men flush in anger and surprise.  
	<br><blu2>"Naw man, sod this!"</blu2> The taller of the two visibly recoils in revulsion, then turns on his heel.    
	<br><blu>"Hey Malenky, where are you goin'?"</blu>, demands the other.
	<br><blu2>"I ain't huntin' for this stupid bitch while this goofy asshole with his perfect teeth gets his <<Cock>> sucked. Fuck this, fuck this job, and fuck you, you weird-ass homo bartender. I'm out."</blu2>
	<br><blu>"Man, we can't just-"</blu>
	<br>Without stopping, he stalks off - his partner close on his heels.
	<br>Activity in within the brothel slowly resumes to the norm.   
	<br><asi>"Mah Herruooh"</asi>, murmurs an appreciative voice from below, sending vibrations around your <<PCCockDesc>> 
	<br>Apparently not one to leave a job unfinished, the plucky brunette resumes and redoubles her efforts. After several satisfying minutes you feel a familiar swell as your cum-factories kick into overdrive - rewarding her actions with a torrent of sticky <<Cum>> across her pretty face.
	<br><<Image cum019.gif>>
	<br>After getting blasted with a few potent streams of <<Cum>>, she dives back onto your meat to meet her reward at the source.
	<br>Sighing in satisfaction, you give your eager 'apprentice' an appreciative pat on the head.  
	<br><PC>"...not that I mind, but what was all that about, Miss...?"</PC>, you inquire.
	<br><asi>"Haurgghwough."</asi> The brown haired woman breaks the eager seal of her lips from the crown of your cock and consumes the syrupy, sticky mass of your spunk with an audible swallow.
	<br><asi>"Um, $Harlowe. $Kate."</asi>, she begins again, <asi>"$Katie to my friends. And, uh... consider it a bribe, I guess?"</asi>
	<<if $PCCockSize >= 6>>
		<br><asi>"...And it was kind of hard to ignore it anyway, all up close and personal like."</asi>, she blushes.
	<</if>>
	<br><asi>"...And, uh, thanks for not ratting me out."</asi>
	<br>You wave it off. <PC>"The pleasure was literally mine. And no problem. The Eastsiders are assholes, anyway."</PC>
	<br>$Kate rises with a grimace. <asi>"You can say that again."</asi>
	<br>You hand her a cloth to clean herself off with. <PC>"The Eastsiders are assholes anyway."</PC>
	<br>Despite herself, $Kate snickers, revealing a brilliant, spunk covered smile.  <asi>"Dad jokes. Really?"</asi>
	<br><PC>"Not a fan?"</PC>
	<br>$Kate shakes her head, then scrubs her face. <asi>"Didn't say that, it's just... You don't look like the type."</asi>
	<br>Oh? Color you intrigued.
	<br><PC>"And what type <b>do</b> I look like, $Kate?"</PC>
	<br>The cheerful young woman glances at you from side to side, eyes narrowing in thought. <asi>"...The pretty, "love 'em and leave 'em"-type?  Like an actor or..."</asi>, she pauses, pondering. <asi>"...Yeah, maybe from a host club or something like that?"</asi>
	<br>Huh. Decent intuition.
	<br><PC>"Well, this <b>is</b> a club"</PC>, you begin, <PC>"and I <b>am</b> its host."</PC>
	<br>$Kate raises her eyebrows, clearly impressed.
	<br>Then she eyes the dodgy clientele, chipped paint, and furniture in dire need of repair, less impressed. <asi>"You own this wre- uh, place? How do you afford it?"</asi>, she asks.
	<br>You wince. <PC>"It isn't easy. It's a giant pain in the ass to keep afloat. We're actually in the middle of renovations and changing up the business model to fix that. But it's turning around."</PC>
	<br>You detect a hint of a sparkle in her eyes. <asi>"Yeah? I loved studying old places like this in college."</asi>, she says, almost wistfully.
	<br>You blink. <PC>"I'm all for education, but that's kind of... odd, $Kate."</PC>
	<br>She nods along. <asi>"Yeah, but not as weird as some folks would think. Like, a lot of shit went down with the Global Wars, yeah? New York? New Jersey?  Bwap!", she claps. "Gone. Just like <b>that</b>. All that history. Culture. <i>Life</i>.... Poof! So, between stuff like that, and the Blight, the cost of living only gets worse all over the place."</asi>
	<br><PC>"Yeah."</PC>
	$Katie hops backwards, planting her cute butt on the counter top. You choose to ignore the brief cloud of dust that pops up.
	<br><asi>"Hence my interest.  What's still standing tall after all this? How do they survive - much less thrive? Is there a way to get in on that action? Hotels, hostels, old franchise chains... Basically, my focus was on fixer uppers and opportunities."</asi>
	<br>She gestures to walls and ceiling.
	<br>So, some kind of Business Degree, you reckon.
	<br><asi>"A place like <i>this</i>... It has history! A legacy, even. It may be a bit... seasoned, but the building has good bones. How are you-"</asi>
	<br>The sentence remains unfinished as $SlaveName[1] struts into the room, clad in a transparent nightie, a smile - and not much else.
	<br><<Image girl011.gif>>
	<br>She looks at you then poses against a wall, smirking.
	<br>Beads of sweat glisten off her body, along with a mixture of other questionable fluids. Her glorious <<NipplesDesc>> on overt display she gestures to a room in the distance and you give her the nod in return. 
	<br>A chorus of appreciative whoops and hollers follow her and her thinly concealed <<AssDesc>> as she departs with the telltale clack clack of stiletto heels.
	<br>Mouth still agape, $Kate turns her attention from the woman's brazen exit back to you.  
	<br><asi>"Prostitution?"</asi>, she ventures.
	<br><PC>"Whoring."</PC>, you confirm.
	<br><asi>"Huh. Is it.. safe? Out here, so close to the Wastes? And the gangs?"</asi>
	<br>You level your gaze at Kate. <PC>"You saw, or heard, for yourself. Is anywhere, these days? But for now, since it's the only game in town, we're mostly left to our own devices. Mostly. I'm hoping to beef up the security and facilities before something way bigger than us comes knocking, though."</PC>
	<br>The young woman looks at you with a mix of trepidation and curiosity. <asi>"Should you, like, be telling me all this?"</asi>
	<br><PC>"I don't see why not."</PC> You find yourself shrugging. Then you grin. <PC>"That was a pretty decent blowjob back there... for an amateur. Earned some good will, at the very least."</PC>
	<br>$Kate nibbles absently on a fingernail as she watches you.  <asi>"<<PCName>>, right? Did you mean what you said?"</asi>
	<br><PC>"About the BJ? I mean, sure, it was pretty-"</PC>
	<br><asi>"About the new hire. I need... a job."</asi>
	<br>You eye her. <PC>"This isn't easy or glamorous work, kiddo. $SlaveNickname[1] works hard. As do I. And it can get dark. Dangerous, even. But it does have its perks."</PC>
	<br>She nods, carefully. <asi>"Yeah, I figured."</asi>
	<br>With a practiced eye you check out $Kate's potential <i>goods and services</i>.
	<br>Certainly on the higher end of average, you suppose. She's physically fit, but not skinny. You take a look at her <<AssDesc $AssistantAss>> and <<TitsDesc $AssistantTits>>. Attractive, with no visible scarring on the face or body you can see.  
	<br>She's short enough to inspire a desire to protect... or possess. 
	<br>...In short, it's a small miracle she hasn't already been swept up by some gang or another, or even the roaming slavers.
	<br>Clearly enjoying you checking her out, the young woman leans forward with a grin and a wink.
	<br>You cock an eyebrow above as your <<Cock>> below begins to stir once more, despite being sated just moments before.
	<br><PC>"It just so happens we are looking for... new talent"</PC>, you reply. <PC>"Are you hoping to join the business?"</PC>
	<br>$Katie giggles and snorts slightly. <asi>"Yeah, maybe not the way you're thinking. Uh, I mean..."</asi>
	<br>She immediately backpedals as you fix your steely gaze on her.
	<br><asi>"Look, I'm down to have some fun, especially if it gets me a job... but that's not what I'm actually good at. <i>"Business"</i>, that is - well, that kind of business... Not that I'm <b>bad</b> at it, just, uh..."</asi>
	<br>She clears her throat nervously.
	<br><asi>"Look. I need a job, food, a roof over my head and somewhere... out of the public eye, for now, while I sort some shit out. I think this place can do all of that. And for the love of god, a shower with actual water. <b>Hot</b> water."</asi>
	<br>You blink slowly. <PC>"...$Kate, you saw $SlaveName[1] there. It doesn't get much <i>more</i> public than this."</PC>
	<br>You detect a full on blush creep onto her cheeks. <asi>"Oh, trust me. I was watching."</asi> $Kate nods. <asi>"She's, uh... Wow!... But the best place to hide a tree is in a forest, right? With any luck, anyone who comes around will be too busy eyeing her flesh to worry about finding mine."</asi>
	<br>You nod, slowly. <PC>"That's... pretty clever, really. And it's clear you can think on your feet. Or knees, rather. But it's also clear it's a risk taking you in."</PC>
	<br><asi>"I'm worth it."</asi> $Kate counters. <asi>"I know, especially compared to Miss... $SlaveName[1], I don't look like much..."</asi>
	<br>You smile charmingly. <PC>"Agree to disagree. You look plenty good. It's hard out there. You've fared better than most, seems like."</PC>
	<br><asi>"Hah! Thanks. Looks pretty hard in here, too."</asi> $Kate eyes your growing bulge with a tired grin. <asi>"Give me a try. If I can't pull my weight, kick me to the curb. But yeah, I'm actually good at a ton of aspects of running a business. Was going to school for that before it went all pear shaped. Paperwork, negotiating supplies, legal jargon, working a desk..."</asi>
	<br><PC>"What about under a desk?"</PC>, you ask, wiggling your eyebrows.
	<br>This time, $Kate doesn't hesitate, and you feel the weight of her hand rest upon the swell of your <<PCCockDesc>> as it strains and struggles within the confines of your trousers.
	<br><asi>"You look pretty good, too."</asi>, she all but purrs, <asi>"I guarantee I'll be the best <i>personal</i> assistant you've ever had...  So... Like...Pretty please?"</asi>
	<br>Well then... Let's consider for a moment.
	<br>It's a fact that if you don't get a hand with managing the rising tides of paperwork you aren't going to have any time to run the business, much less make it thrive. She seems pretty clever and, hopefully, capable. She seems eager, young, and pliable.
	<br>However, it's clear she's on the run from something, or someone... and is clearly willing to put everything she has into convincing you to take her in.
	<br>Which means she's trying to manipulate you, but who in this town isn't? At least she's being direct about it...
	<br>Well, that works for you. After all, what could possibly go wrong?  
	<PC>"Alright, $Kate."</PC> You nod to her. <PC>"Let's give it a shot. How about we move on to the next part of the interview where you demonstrate how to give a professional oral presentation?"</PC>
	<br>With a snort, $Kate eagerly drops to her knees behind the expansive oak bartop. The slightest of tugs and your <<PCCockDesc>> springs free, bouncing off the nose of your brand new "secretary" and causing her to giggle.
	<br>Kate meets your eyes and gives a playful wink. <asi>"You got it, Boss."</asi>
	<br>And with that, she draws your turgid length into her hot and waiting mouth once more.
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