“Manz brought what dred boss said.” - began one of the white guys I had not seen before. That did not stop me from taking hold of his throat.

“Really?” - I slowly asked, while holding the panicking teenager off the ground. I had to make sure that all possible provocations would be crushed, even if somebody was simply trying to do some sort of shady power play inside the gang. The guy’s companions panicked, loudly reminding him to avoid using gang language in front of me.

“Sorry, sorry, boss sent us to bring that stuff. Josh is a bit of a dumbass, relax, man!” - one of the gangsters quickly explained to me.

With a thoughtful “Mmmm…” I suddenly released the dumb bugger’s throat. He tried to find his balance, but stepped off the porch and landed into the flowerbed. I took the bags from the hands of speechless gangsters, said a dry “Good work there” and closed the door into their faces.

From behind the door I heard their retreating swearing, interrupted by some slaps and a crossfire of suggestions to get their heads out of their respective asses.

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Bob or the man he had ordered to find me clothes was smart enough. They had brought me several clothes of different sizes which approximately suited me. While I had not mentioned any brands because I never bothered with those, they still brought over several well-known brands.

I took a quick shower to get rid of the dust and whatever dirt that might have stuck to me and began choosing the new clothes. After a while, I had chosen a dark red silk Eton shirt which had a price tag impressive enough to raise my eyebrows and a quite comfortable pair of black cotton pants that were similar to denim but were of some brand I did not recognize. There were no boots or shoes, but at least the only woolen coat was a perfect fit.

The things that did not fit me or I did not like I dumped onto the sofa in the living room. It was already quite late today, so I returned upstairs to finish my reading.

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An expensive-looking sedan pulled over to the front door a few minutes after 8p.m.. I was absorbed into the intricacies of Gaelic spelling which was messy enough to be an effective cypher on its own, but closed the laptop’s lid and proceeded downstairs. It was getting interesting, as there was Bob coming over with a quite hot-looking woman following him.

My guesses and estimations about their possible relationship were ruined when after opening the door, Bob deeply nodded to me, said “Have a good night, sir.” with heavy emphasis on “good night” and returned into the car.

I was left face to face with a glamorous blonde woman who easily approached me so that my body almost touched her perky breasts which were as good as uncovered thanks to extremely deep cleavage. A waft of sweet, intoxicating perfume pierced my oversensitive nose, but it wasn’t exactly unpleasant, just a little too heavy. She wore a figure-hugging green dress which did not hide a black lacy underwear set complete with garterbelt, garters and stockings. Aquamarine eyes, blonde hair reaching her shoulder blades, straight nose, slightly full lips - she was a sort of traditional model beauty.

With a flirtatious move, she lightly tugged at the corner of my shirt’s collar and with a husky voice whispered: “Good evening, tall and mysterious. I am Nicole. Tonight, I will be yours and only yours.”. I forcefully kept my expression calm - wonderful, Bob got me a call girl. It was not good time to start asking “What the fuck?”, so I just went with the flow.

I curved my lips in a light smile: “Victor.”. I had wanted to test my body for a while now and I had no reason to refuse. In a way, I had had a quite well-off youth with a reasonable bit of freedom and “experimentation” period during teenage years. Only my later trauma had gotten me out of the social circle and changed most of my life perspective.

However, I had never used escort services like that, so it was a quite novel experience. My superhuman mental processing capacity was fully used to evaluate all possible actions while I kept up the act of a “calm and imperturbable” person. I led Nicole upstairs to the room that looked relatively nicer than the rest and might look like it had had some designer’s touch involved in planning. Or rather, it meant that all furniture there was made of solid dark wood. Very British, that.

When we reached the room, she dropped her small purse onto the armchair and turned to me. “Shower?” - she asked me, as with practiced movements she began to unbutton my shirt.

“Together?” - I smirked, and with one move, unzipped the back of her dress. I understood that this was pure business for her, but damn, she was a professional. That was her job, she looked good and the one who was paying was not me - I had no problems with that at all.

Nicole had finished unbuttoning my shirt and I barely managed to retract my armor into two wide bracelets on my wrists before she took hold of my belt. At the same time she elegantly slid out of her dress. I hooked a finger under the strap of her bra and utilised my dexterity to easily open its clasp. She lightly pulled at my unfastened pants so that they dropped to my feet and shook off her high heels.

“Do you know Bob?” - I asked in low voice as we moved towards the bathroom. While I felt the lust rising inside me, I still retained enough awareness to probe for some information.

She looked at me playfully: “Bob? That brutal afro that brought me to you, dear? Noo, of course not, I thought he’s some middleman, isn’t he?”. As she said that, she stuck to my side, softly caressing my shoulders while I got the water running.

“No, he isn’t. That is why I asked.” - I replied: “Is the water okay?”

“Ah, forget about him, dear. Tonight there is only you and me.” - Nicole winked, touched the water and bent to unhook the garters.

I approached her behind, and slowly pulled down her panties. With a playful wriggle, she let them slid down, showing off her well-toned figure and letting me to catch a glimpse at her private areas.

While she was taking off her stockings, I got rid of my underpants and entered the shower. For me, the heat difference was not important, so I decided to let her fine-tune the temperature to suit her best. As expected for an expensive escort girl, she made a show even when taking off her stockings. She left the stockings on the vanity and joined me under the large rain shower head.

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As she brushed against me, she let me have a full view of her rather significant and well-proportioned assets. In other worlds, she had great tits, awesome ass and firm stomach.

“Wow…” - she said as she touched my stomach and chest - not having to eat and forming your own body resulted in an obviously impressive-looking body with visible muscles unobscured by fat or flabby skin. I could detect that she got more eager to approach me, as some of the tension disappeared from her. Guess that even harlots prefer better-looking clients.

With increasing intensity, she helped to get us soapy and began to touch more and more assertively. I also let my hands to roam freely, fully savouring the feeling of female skin and flesh under my palms - it has really been uncountable years since I last had such opportunity. The only downside was that I had to constantly remind myself to limit my strength.

At some point of close skinship, ahem, physiology took over - I got the erection. Apparently, when passing through the world’s fringes that part of my body structure got slightly changed as well. I was having a brief thought about how the bad luck of having my body’s overall downgrading also had some good effects, when Nicole crouched down and had a quick, soft lick.

Previously I might have had slightly disdainful attitude towards prostitutes, but that blowjob got me to reevaluate. Now I was ready to admit that Nicole was definitely a prodigy in oral sex, a champion of fellatio and genius in sucking. She used her lips, teeth, tongue, cheeks and even throat to give an amazing variety of tactile responses. After almost half an hour of teasing, I could not stand it anymore and pulled back up.

Still wet, we quickly moved over into the bedroom and dropped onto she sheets. With me on my back, Nicole climbed on top of me. She briefly played with the two massive bracelets that were formed from my armor and weapons, but did not pay much attention to them. She raised herself so that she could reach towards her purse and pulled out a package of condoms. I was not going to tell her that I was not exactly ordinary human and it was unlikely that ordinary STDs could take ahold of me. After a skillful use of her mouth to slid the latex into place, she guided me into her.

Pretty soon, moaning and rough breathing came from her mouth as Nicole rode on top of me. The shower water evaporated from the body heat and small beads of perspiration added gloss and shine to her skin. I, while feeling good, could still breathe calmly and enjoyed the feeling of the bouncing breasts in front of me.

While at the beginning I could detect her acting such as false moans, now her pulse was quickening and her muscles were twitching. She squeezed my shoulders as she moved and I felt how the stimulation was building up. Her eyelashes trembled as her body squirmed around me, with gasping breath she repeated “Yesss!” and not much else. When I deemed that it was enough, I let go of the control and ejaculated. At the same moment, Nicole shuddered and sagged onto me.

For a moment, I was impressed that I got a prostitute to faint from sex. And then, I sensed that she had stopped breathing and that her energy was rapidly declining.