Title: Booty Bay Encounter
Part: 1/1
Rating: NC-17, just to be sure. Hints of prostitution.
Warnings: This is a story inspired by the World of Warcraft online game. So if you don't know about it, this fic might not make much sense to you.
Beta: No beta for this story.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: I don't own World of Warcraft. I do however pay Blizzard Entertainment for the right to play a multitude of characters spread out over several servers.
Summary: This is a short story about Starpip, the guild pimp, as he conducts his business.
Starpip stepped into Salty Sailor Tavern late in the afternoon, for once more in the mood for a cold beer than cruising for business as he usually did. But he was not a gnome to say no when business opportunities literally jumped out at him. And this was a very delicious business presenting itself to him.
At the foot of the bar his eyes found a pair of slim black hooves. These were attached to legs. Endlessly long slim shapely legs that his eyes clung to until the curves turned inwards again. After a short pause at the small firm tail, slightly flicking, making the golden band wrapped around it twinkle, his gaze continued upwards. Slim waist, slender arms, beautifully arched back and glimmering white pigtails behind curved dark grey horns completed the picture of this foreign beauty with her back turned to him.
He had heard of the draenei smacking down somewhere and joining the alliance, but he'd never actually met one. Oh the possibilities of this new race in Azeroth were promising indeed. Quickly slicking his last few hairs back with a casual hand, stroking his beard once and sucking in his gut just a little, he confidently strode to the bar and swung himself onto a stool with the smoothness that comes with practise.
He ordered a beer and openly watched the alien girl next to him while quenching his thirst. After a while she seemed to notice his look and turned her head to look at him. Her bright silvery eyes expressed nothing but curiosity and perhaps mild annoyance and her full lips returned the smile he sent her. Starpip went to work as he usually did. With great confidence.
“Ya know sweet cheeks... I got a few inventions I'd like to show you... back at my place.”
Her eyes widened and for a second she just stared at him. Then she blinked and revealed a smooth mellow voice when she replied:
“I'm sorrrry but... what exactly arrre you? Some kind of... midget?”
His only reaction was a raised eyebrow at what was in his opinion a very charming accent.
“No darlin'. Gnome! And a prime specimen if I do say so myself.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“Gnome... Isn't that something you find in parrks and garrdens?”
He leaned closer with with an air of letting her in on a secret. She edged just a little further away from him, but he didn't care.
“We gnomes are found any place good business lies. And in fact, I have a very valuable proposition for you.”
Unable to get as far away from him as she'd like, she placed a stool between them and took another step away from him. He was not phased, but simply hopped to the stool, moving in close again. Seeing no polite way of ignoring him she simply sighed and resigned herself to hearing whatever he wanted.
“Verry well, what is yourrr prrroposition then?”
He took a deep drink from his beer and leaned in again.
“Well ya see darlin' you're a very pretty girl, and pretty girls can in my experience make a whole lot of coin... with the right assistance of course.”
She wrinkled her nose at him and her look of absolute disgust was obvious to anyone but the gnome next to her.
“And I suppose you would be willing to offerrr... assistance?”
Starpip flicked his eyebrows and smiled even wider.
“Well, well. You're not only pretty, you got a good head too. Although you probably won't need it much if you accept my offer. My business requires more 'physical' talents, if you understand what I'm gettin' at.”
Her voice was dripping venom.
“I underrrstand perrrfectly.”
With that she smacked him so hard in the face that he toppled off the stool and when he landed on the floor, she placed a well aimed kick at his groin with her sharp hoof. Starpip once again thanked himself for preparing for this precise eventuality and watched her hooves stomp angrily out of the bar as he slowly got to his feet and brushed the dust off his lion skin pants.
As he went back to the bar he noticed the goblin barman shake his head at the stupid gnome. With perfect confidence Starpip ordered a new beer and settled down on his stool. He lifted his beer with a smile and winked at the barman.
“She'll be back. She might be coy, but she wants me. I can tell.”
End.