june 8

[mekachu04]

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Peter is a sweet boy, a little dumb, but kind. She knows he picked her not because he liked them young, but because the older women intimidated him. He's just turned 16, a boy raised in the mines, and probably hasn't even seen a girl in years. The only woman he's been around are hardened matrons, who probably make him eat his vegetables and wash behind his ears - which she will also be doing, because the dust of coal that clings to him is going to make a mess of her bed otherwise.

Quincy started getting baths ready as soon as she saw the miners coming in, and she nodded from the corner, so Killer kisses his cheek and leads him up the staircase, the men that brought him whooping and hollering their approval.

She eases him into the night with a light meal, before gently undressing him, cloth heavy with warm water and soap in hand and she handles him with care as if he's made of glass.

Many a man just want to fuck and leave, and Killer has no qualms entertain them. There's even a relief in those clients - no need to perform or playact. most of them are just as happy if she doesn't say a word.

But men who want company will pay more. Lonely men who just don't want to be alone for one night will pay as many as five, and most of them only want to fuck the once, and then just simply exist with her at their side. Someone to hold - or to hold them - and pretend for one night that someone loves them.

And Killer is very, very good at that.

Peter hasn't stopped staring at her in awe, and she presses her finger under his chin and pulls him forward for another kiss, still chaste and maybe a little teasing.

Soon he's clean enough to get in the bath that's been drawn without leaving the water instantly black, and Killer can't help from smiling at the deeply satisfied groan he makes as he slips into the hot water until its all the way up to his ears. If those the are the sounds he makes at a bath, she can't wait to hear the ones she can pull out of him once he's on the bed.

She popped a grape in his mouth, Peter absentmindedly chewing on it, still looking a little dazed. Good dazed but still needed a little longer to collect himself. A sign of a job well done.

Killer kissed his lips softly as she got out of the bed, popping another grape in before he could kiss back and he chuckled, sitting up as she wandered over to his discarded clothes. The men must have come right over once they'd been given leave, marching the poor lad into town in his work gear. Peter sat up on her bed, helping himself to the snacks, watching her collect his things. "I would offer to have them laundered for you, but i don't think this is in our scope...."

"No, its okay," Peter laughed, "You've already done far more then I expected."

She folded them at least. There was no way he'd fit into her clothes but maybe they could find him a clean shirt to wear in the morning. She set them on the chair, and studied the strange helmet, trying to remember how it looked like when he'd worn it in. She could feel him watching her, and she made a point to stand a little more provocatively as she tried it on, standing before him in nothing but his hard hard, glancing over her shoulder and bating her lashes at him.

The grape dropped from his hand and she felt herself blushing when all he could utter was "Cute"

Not really the word she was looking for but ... it was sweet.

"Yeah? You think i can pull off the look?"

He picked the fallen grape back up, "It's backwards - the bar goes in the front. My light hooks on it."

She sauntered back over to the bed, but made no attempts to fix it as she straddled his lap, pressing up against him with a sly smile. "But if i do that, it'll get in the way of this~" she purred, before kissing him deeply.