Mother Earth

3

You walked down concrete steps with a gun at your back; you were met with a metallic door. A rectangular peep whole slides to the left giving you a cold, hard stare.

" Black cat."

After speaking the password, there was the sound of a series of bolts and latches being undone. The door opens; jazz music resonating through the air. Taking the lead, you make your way inside. It reeked of booze, sex, and smoke causing your nose to scrunch up distastefully. Abruptly, you slowed down your pace at the strength of these voices finding them unbelievable. You swear they could easily pop your eardrum if they tried hard enough. Suddenly, you were given a nudge to walk faster, and he points you to the direction of a door next to the band. The blonde man gives it a raspy tap; it opening quickly to reveal a young boy who could be no older than eighteen. You along with the three other girls are forced inside. He circled you a few times appraising you by your qualities. To end it, he picks up a stone from off his desk to wave it before your face like your kidnapped did. He pauses at you though making you  extremely nervous. He sits on his desk then, and you wonder what was going through that mind of his.

" She's.. different. I'll pay half price for her."

" Full. Take it or leave it."

He sighs his blue eyes staring deeply into your own. He caves in walking around his desk to sign a check. You all were met with silence waiting for your kidnappers to leave and to begin your new miserable lives. Your new boss hands over the piece of paper in a monotonal gesture making him unreadable. With the dirty work done, they were quick to leave; you listening to the door shut behind them.

" Ladies, I'm going to cut to the case. No sugar coating. Just being blunt. You're my sex workers, and you were chosen because of your bloodline. Have you heard of the fallen Angels in the Bible? They were banished to Earth for their sins and had children with humans. In doing this, they created multiple practices to bring forth a strong and magical generation. One of them involves stones, and how that works is by using sexual magic. You would fuck by it a couple times until it it's strong enough to implant its energy into a womb. If paid enough, there is a possibility you will carry a child for a client. Did you get all that?"

You all nod quickly as he gets out a phone in dialing a number.

" Hey, I need some costumes in my office now. Make it quick."

You all patiently wait; he leans back in his chair glad you weren't giving him a hard time. That's what he thought until the door opens and one girl rushes out scurrying away like a mouse. The clothes designer went after her as the boys sighs from irritation. Of course she would run away after he thought that.

" Get dressed. You're needed in the Red Rooms tonight."

You slowly stand making your way over to the skimpy uniforms. You didn't take long in picking out a ping lingerie attire. Giving him an anxiety filled smile, you politely asked for a bathroom, and he just merely shakes his head no. Still yet, you were the first to get undress glad to no longer wear those dirty pajamas you've been in for a week straight. A chill settles over your body as you could tell he approved.

" Good girl. I'm going to trust you to walk to the bouncer towards your right. You can't miss him."

Is.. Is he serious? You tell him yes sir as you exit his office. You were met with cat calling and whistles staying clear of the tables in fear of being frisked. You spot the dark complexed man, and you greet him kindly.

" You're sweet like sugar darlin'. Room four is open."

He allows you past to reveal a series of crimson color doors making sure to count correctly to find your room. You open it hearing moaning through the thin walls, and you reluctantly take a seat on the bed. It looked decent at least, and you can't help yourself but to lay down missing your own bed. You wished you could fall asleep, but you couldn't even if you tried due to this strange place. That and the voices were unbearable. Your time alone soon ended by the door opening revealing a man in his mid thirties; his hair a mass of black curls with striking green eyes. He was muscular and covered in tattoos; them being seen through his short sleeved v-neck. His cowboy boots hit the ground loudly as he makes his way toward you setting a bag of rocks on the nightstand.

" I seen you walk in. You're new, am I right?"

" Y-Yes."

" Cute stutter."

He whispers in your ear before landing kisses across your neck. You allowed it focusing on his.. children? You could hear the bag call out for their daddy as his hand rushed up your thighs. You were fully uncomfortable now as you come to terms they're actually fucking alive, and you're doing this in front of them. This whole time you thought you were crazy when you just have a gift. He's unbuttoning his pants now, and before you could even get a chance, he nearly rips off the bottom portion of your outfit. You yelped as he roughly pushed it in having to adjust to his size. Hyping your leg up, he goes deep as he slammed against your womanhood. You can see how the stones begin to glow now proving this wasn't insanity. These stones were really taking on your energy. He's going like a rabbit now moaning inside your ear as he does so. You feel pleasure here and there, but he was more about pleasing himself than you. Then, he just pulls out cumming on your belly; you were glad it was over with. You two don't say a damn thing to each other while getting dressed. He soon picks up his bag and hesitates before gifting you. He presses one of the children in your palm; a flare of green surrounds it, pressuring you to believe in magic.

" Do they all do that?"

" I believe that was you. I wasn't aware you were a hybrid. This is usually an Angel only establishment."

" You don't do this with other species."

He shakes his head as he can't hold you accountable for this.

" I'm sure some do, but we believe in keeping our bloodline untainted."

" Oh."

" Goodbye."

With that, he leaves, and you could hear the child in your hands begin to cry for him. It sounded like a little boy, but you weren't sure. You layed down consoling the young one and yourself.