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M.B.D. – Episode 60

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Warning! The following may contain bad spelling, grammar, punctuation, cardboard characters, cheesy plots, offensive NSFW material, and / or puns. Reader discretion is advised.

Some of the night crowd was starting to hit the streets. Party goers hitting the clubs and dance halls mixed with the purveyors of forbidden delights.

As the group of warriors passed by the working girls moved to engage them.

“Hey, honey, nice outfit. The whole leather look is good for the kinks and fetishists but you try working that shit around here you gonna have trouble.”

Erlenmeyer tried to keep the group moving. “Nobody is working anything. Just passing through.”

“You their token fag, boy? Or you their pimp?”

“Neither, just a guy trying to get along.”

A man came out of a doorway. “Hey, you window shopping or buying?”

Thara grabbed Erlenmeyer’s arm. “We do not have time for trade, Earl In Mire. We must track the beast.”

“Don’t worry. Just keep moving.” He turned to the man. “I’m not buying. No time right now. We’ve got something we’ve got to do.”

The pimp looked appreciatively at the warriors. “Then how about selling? These girls of yours look fit and clean. And those outfits, I could use them to cater to some of the more exotic tastes of my clientele.”

“What is he talking about, Earl In Mire?” Seeko asked.

“I’ll explain it later. Let’s just keep going.”

“What I’m talking about is you coming to work for me. You turn tricks and we can make a fortune.”

“I do not understand.”

“You pull these right off the farm, buddy? Look, its simple. You have sex with the men I tell you to, you get the money, you give it to me.”

Tyrie cut in. “We select the men for breeding, they do not tell us who to bond with.”

“I like them with a bit of attitude but you don’t do it with me, understand? Look buddy, I’ll give you a hundred bucks for all five of them.”

“They aren’t for sale. Even if they were, I don’t think you’d like having them.”

“This male wants to buy us, Earl in Mire? He think we are your slaves?” Tyrie was getting worked up. The others were staring to shift and crowd in.

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