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There’s not a lot that local bouncer Luz had expected when she first came to Bonesborough, Vermont, but everything seems to have gone right so far. She doesn't stand out like a sore thumb thanks to everyone having an oddity in one way or another, thus making carrying around her bat less necessary than she once thought, albeit still trustworthy. Holding up a job has been easier than she expected, at least able to keep herself under control even when dealing with rude customers. Even the government has recently made reforms, ensuring past politicians and their less-than-ideal policies are either denied or scrubbed clean. The crime rate is still moderate in terms of severity, but with the lack of death and work being made to minimize damage, she sees the town as worth sticking around for. The gigs she picks up aren't so bad either, giving her a chance to legally take out her frustrations without breaking any laws.

Something the now-resident can't stop recalling is how she has needed an outlet for her anger, something to keep herself from taking her rage out on the wrong people. Bouncing, fortunately, gives her the outlet she needs, at last able to clear her mind, only using her physical prowess to prevent rowdy residents from causing anymore chaos than they would otherwise. The youngest Noceda knows she can't rely on such a method forever, dissatisfied but just glad she won't cross too great a boundary.

'They're not the assholes,' she reminds herself, keeping her gaze down and her back to the wall. 'You're just doing your job. Just do your job and nobody gets anymore hurt than they need to.'

Among the things she didn't expect about herself, however, is that she finds herself attracted toward another woman, specifically a taller lady with mint-green hair. At 6'8, the woman stands above most folks in town, her suit composed with a pink top and black pants with white dress shoes and a purple necktie, a splash of controlled, colorized chaos to the eye. Even with her clothing concealing most of her form, her face and hands are exposed, Luz unable to wash the pale figure's golden-eyed gaze out of her head or her obsidian-black nails out of her imagination. What perplexes Luz is that no matter how often she watches or how long it's been, the suited woman's demeanor toward her doesn't change. Be it at one of the night clubs or the local strip club, her unfamiliar gaze sends shivers down the mildly-toned Dominican-American's spine.

It simply makes no sense to the smaller woman. For years she's had interest in men and men alone, at least as far as she can recall, and now she's forced to ask herself if she's not straight. She wholeheartedly rejects the idea, confident she's merely impressed for the suited woman for one reason or another. Luz's mind refuses to wander for too long, focused solely on her profession as she bars former patrons and warns rowdy visitors to keep things at least slightly under control. Her thoughts refuse to dwell on the subtle scent of cotton candy as she looks over the occasional ID, keeping herself calm even as the woman of interest saunters within the walls. Her ideas don't wander toward the promiscuous as she feels a kind pair of eyes gaze into the back of her head, her once-stoic demeanor cracking under the pressure.

'No! I'm straight, and that's great!' she reminds herself, growing frustrated with her thoughts. 'There's nothing wrong with not being hetero, but I'm hetero! I'm not gay! I'm not bi! I'm straighter than an arrow! I'm-!"

"Excuse me?"

The bouncer forces herself to turn toward the entrance, finding the gold-eyed woman looking down at her, arms crossed and with a small smile across her lips. The woman's eyes are narrowed slightly an expression Luz can't read, as she forces herself to remain calm. It's her first time directly speaking with the mint-haired figure, the last thing she needs is potential trouble, remembering her lines.

"...Is there a problem, ma'am?" Luz asks in an even tone, refusing to let her hesitance show.

"It just seems like you've been frustrated for a little while. Is everything alright?" the taller woman notes with both curiosity and concern.

Luz doesn't let herself soften entirely, at the very least assuring, "Everything's okay, it's just been a long week. Just enjoy your stay and stay out of trouble, okay?"

The mint-haired woman isn't convinced, able to see something troubles the object of her desire. The last thing she wants is to cause any needless trouble, and if the work environment is keeping the bouncer stoic, then so be it. It doesn't mean they can't bond another way, however.

"In that case, how about we meet up once we have time together?" Amity proposes, a choice rather over being forced to join an utter stranger. "Once your shift ends, I could bring you home to rest, my treat."

Luz knows such an offer would come off as strange in any other setting, perhaps even dangerous, The yearning for a warm room and a hot meal doesn't sound so bad, however, and with her exhaustion destined to claim her sooner or later, she finds it ideal to rest outside over passing out in public. Even so, she refuses to let herself fall for a potential ruse, rationalizing the deal as a chance to avoid potential threats. There is nothing romantic about what's to come, nothing sexual, nothing implying there's anything to threaten her worldview.

'Yeah, it's just two strangers about to become friends, that kind of situation!' she tells herself before replying to the woman calmly, "Sure. Doesn't sound too bad."

"Great. I'll see you soon, cutie~"

The simple phrase is enough to make Luz blush, much to the patron's amusement as she gets a good look at the tan-skinned bouncer. Short, dark-brown hair, 5'9, slightly-visible muscle from past fights, donned in black shoes, black loose pants, a simple black shirt, and to her side a red baseball bat. The taller woman has seen the attire before, only leading her to wonder just what her target is like off the clock. The least the bouncer deserves is a chance to be known.

Luz realizes she never got a chance to learn the woman's name, leaving her with more questions than answers.

It's nights like tonight that make Luz happy to know she's a night owl. Fewer people to worry about overall, a night-based schedule, the Night Market has everything she needs, and even the crime rate seems to diminish thanks to the increase in police activity. It also means the setting moon is akin to her sun, watching it set over the horizon as the woman, who she now knows is Amity Blight, leads her to a home somewhere outside the high-end district but a distance away from the outskirts.

'Remember, this isn't a date. You just want to get away from the elements and enjoy a little time with someone,' the youngest Noceda reminds herself, forcing herself to relax as she's lead inside. 'You're straight, and that's okay. Just tell her and what little issue you might have will be dealt with. Simple!'

Even so, she can't help but admire the interior for a moment. Despite its small size, maybe a two-person home at the largest, Amity made it into a home, the walls painted a soft purple hue, the oak floors painted black, paintings around the entrance depicting a family of four people, a dad and his children. Luz can't help but recognize the youngest is Amity, but she can't recall seeing anyone who even resembles the other three. Nonetheless, it's not what she came for; Amity has offered a meal and she isn't one to deny free food.

'Yeah, food! That's all it is, just someone who wants to feed me food for... some reason,' she notes, trying to deny the obvious truth.

Part of her feels a touch envious of the youngest Blight, in awe seeing how she's able to remain relatively frugal without depriving herself of necessities. Freshly-cooked chicken with a fruit salad for each of them somehow tastes better than sweets, Luz's gratitude impossible to hide, feelings or not. It's been a long time since someone beyond her family showed her unambiguous kindness, and she won't turn her nose to such actions.

"...Thanks, really," the slightly younger woman murmurs softly, perplexed by the gesture. "Why are you doing this though? Surely there's someone else you'd like to have dinner with, right?"

Amity's gentle expression refuses to change as she explains, "No, I just saw you and felt like getting to know you better. A bouncer, no reported failings under your watch, you keep to yourself, no known interests beyond getting paid. That's your job, but who is Luz Noceda without the uniform?"

Part of Luz wonders whether or not her dinner was laced with a truth serum of sorts, finding herself unable to lie. She knows she shouldn't feel infatuated, rationalizing the talk as a discussion between another possible employer and a potential employee. The bouncer explains that while she indeed wants to earn enough to live comfortably, she refuses to let herself go lax without a good reason. Her pride demands she works long and hard to prove she deserves a pleasant retirement, even as her muscles ache from overuse and her thirst grows nigh-unquenchable. Beyond as such, she refuses to use what power she does have for evil, inspired from "Good Witch Azura" novels to do something with her life beyond act as a thug. At least bouncing establishments gives her the chance for both. It's not glamorous, but it's something she's good at and she's paid for it.

Amity doesn't interrupt for a moment, intrigued by the smaller woman's attitude. She remains truthful, but she continues to hide something about herself. Knowing she's got the credentials to become a bodyguard makes her intrigued, but the idea of the youngest Noceda constantly working herself to the bone doesn't sit right for her. It suddenly makes sense why she wouldn't want to give up such luxuries as a free meal. The last thing she needs for a potential bodyguard is possible self-negligence. The only thing keeping her from doing what she wishes is the lack of consent; she never said yes or no.

The least Ms. Noceda deserves is an idea of who she might work with, Amity explaining she's apart of a security company, specifically the CFO, aiming to ensure everything is under control. However, constantly pushing papers and double checking reports takes its toll eventually, forcing the businesswoman to finally take a break every now and then, explaining the times Luz has spotted her. The latter understands her possible friend's paranoia upon mentioning a lingering threat of competitors, suspecting they will use Bonesborough's less-than-spotless reputation to cover up a potential crime. As such, she's looking for a bodyguard; they don't need to be the best of the best, just someone who can ensure Amity doesn't dread stepping outside all the time. As such, beyond her initial intent, she gives Luz an offer.

"I'll need to prepare a contract so this can avoid legality issues, but if you accept, you'll be my bodyguard. To ensure there's as few problems as possible, to put it simply, take your pay across your other jobs and combine it. I'll double it," the mint-haired figure offers, refusing to hide her intent. "No matter the relation between us, you'll still get the pay you're owed no matter what. Think of it as compensation for whatever may or may not transpire, and yes, vacation days and sick days are separate."

Luz rationalizes that if it's just for a job, then having a possible friend and a relatively secure position for defending a high-ranking security company worker doesn't seem so bad. Maybe it's a bit selfish, but having so much pay in a single position alone alongside the amount of potential days off makes such an offer almost tantalizing. Even so, there's still one thing she needs to be sure of.

"What's the catch?" she questions, cautious and suspecting Ms. Blight's offer is too good to be true.

Amity suggests in a more sultry tone, "What are your thoughts on 'bonding' with your potential boss~?"

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For a moment, Ms. Noceda isn't entirely sure she understood what she was just asked, questioning with surprise, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Maybe that was a little forward. As you could probably guess, this isn't solely about protection, but also companionship. Be it as a friend or something more intimate," the businesswoman clarifies, her tone gentler than before, "the least I should know is what you're comfortable with. Even if I were to insist you sleep with me or something along those lines, I want to be sure that's what we both want. Think carefully about what you say next, the last thing I want is to misinterpret your thoughts on the situation."

The idea of becoming intimate with her potential boss feels right, only for her reminder that she’s straight to quell such an idea. The last thing she needs is to disregard her own identity, only for the context of her situation to make her reconsider, much to her own surprise. Amity could have simply demanded she sleep with her, perhaps words things in a way that come off as intentionally crude or even lustful, but she chose a more passive route. Part of her feels seen, and if she truly does want to ensure neither of them is uncomfortable, then she can put to play one test once and for all. All she needs is Amity's consent, assuming she's not crossing a boundary.

"...I don't know if I want it. I-I'm not into girls, but if it means seeing what it feels like, I guess that's okay," she answers with sincerity, trying to come off as platonic. "Just... tell me if this is too much, okay?"

"Sweetie, I want to ensure your safety. You seem tense," Ms. Blight points out, the uncertainty evident even without looking deeper into her potential guard's behavior. "Our boundaries are to be mutual. However, if you're truly okay with more intimate behavior, I suppose I could indulge your curiosity~ On one condition."

Luz is caught off guard by how firm the woman before her has become, losing almost all of her gentleness as she continues to speak.

"Whatever happens next, no matter how I make you feel, you're to tell me the instant you become too uncomfortable to continue. Our time together tonight, whatever it may be, is to be safe and consensual, no matter what comes next, and I cannot afford to harm you, even by accident," the mint-haired woman states firmly, leaving no room for argument, much to the smaller woman's surprise. "It doesn't matter whether I'm a CFO or a cashier, you will use one of the designated safewords the second you're not fit to continue. Do I make myself clear, miss?"

It takes the bouncer several moments to fully digest what she's told, given all the confirmation she needs that whatever comes next, at least there's a choice. Knowing there's no shame in being straight brings her a sense of peace and relief, knowing that regardless of her thoughts, straight or not, she's not going to cause trouble. Even so, a thought comes to mind, the idea of becoming intimate making her blush, but not dissuading her.

"...What are the safewords, m-ma'am?" she murmurs just above a whisper, Amity's expression softening once more. "You said safewords, so what will we use?"

"A simple traffic system. Red for stopping, in case things are too intense or uncomfortable. Yellow's when you're still okay but aren't okay with how intense things are becoming. Green, meanwhile, is proof you're both okay with what's going on and either approve the intensity or want to experience a greater level of intensity," the taller woman explains in a firm yet caring tone, the details to ensure there's no mistake for what each term is meant to be used for, eliciting Luz's blush to encompass her cheeks further. "I prefer the traffic system because it's easy to understand and easy to digest. Now, can you repeat what I told you, honey?"

Her possible partner obeys with a stutter, repeating, "Green means I'm o-okay, Yellow's to take it easy, and Red's t-to stop. Right?"

A single nod brings relief to the smaller woman, finishing up her meal in a desperate attempt to quell her urges. No matter what the scenario is, she refuses to let herself succumb to being non-straight. Just being seen is making her aroused, and the last thing she wants is for her friend to think her actions are making things needlessly complicated. All she wants to do is prove she's not non-hetero, nothing more and nothing less. It's not like she wants to be smothered in the woman's chest while patted. The idea of Amity holding her close, whispering sweet words into her ears, makes her sick with dread. Even the fantasy of snuggling up under the covers without a care in the world is nothing more than an idea brought about by Amity, not her own mind telling her that it's her thoughts and nobody's manipulations.

"Good girl~"

The immense inner defense Luz has built begins crumbling by the second, briefly choking on her food before taking a sip of water. The last thing she wants to do is admit what she is feeling, rationalizing she's just trying to see what works and what doesn't. If it works out, and it will, then the bouncer can tell herself that there's nothing to fear and that she's just doing her job. Otherwise, she can say she's straight for certain without dreading having done something against her own mindset.

Luz trembles as she climbs into the queen-size bed with black covers and deep violet pillows, both composed of the softest silk Luz can recalls ever feeling. Wearing nothing more than her socks, panties, and bra does nothing to hide the fact her arousal is on full display. Her yearning for Amity grows by the second, knowing she cares for her well-being and wondering just why she would. Her lust refuses to die down, in fact exacerbating as she witnesses the businesswoman slide out of her suit, revealing her plush, smooth body. Red stockings and a violet set of panties and bra highlight her thighs, bottom, and bosom, Luz having never witnessed such a form in-person before. She feels almost exposed, noticing a subtle hint of muscle, wondering just how powerful Ms. Blight may be as she takes a seat beside her love. The taller figure can't help but enjoy the sight herself, the bouncer's more visibly muscular form showcasing her smaller chest and rear, almost adorable as she offers a gentle hand, her black nails nearly gleaming in the room's dim light.

"It's not too late to stop. You swear you'll tell me when you've endured too much, right?" Amity repeats, refusing to misinterpret her soon-to-be lover's words.

"I promise, so... Y-Yellow," Luz whimpers, no longer entirely sure she can uphold her ruse, gently grasping the mint-haired woman’s hand. "It's my first time..."

”Then I’ll be extra gentle~”

With one hand around Luz’s, Ms. Blight gently cups Luz’s cheek, fascinated how someone so strong-seeming can be so submissive with just a few words. She can see how the youngest Noceda appears to flinch even with the tenderness she provides, each nail never quite scratching, tracing along her good girl’s skin. Luz can’t stop herself from trembling, softly gasping as Amity’s hand traces from her face to her shoulder, lightly teasing her back. Her legs feel weak as she gazes upward, expecting to find a teasing leer, only to witness nothing but care directed her way. It makes her feel almost spoiled, knowing a stranger is choosing to indeed keep her word, and it’s then she finally lets go of Amity’s hand, refusing to be the only one lost in pleasure.

”Wow~ You… No, it’s just…” Luz murmurs softly, only able to grab onto the businesswoman’s arm and squeeze gently, unable to form a coherent sentence.

”It’s okay~ Everyone's first time is different, so don’t feel sorry if you need to process this~” Amity purrs, tilting her head as Luz’s turns to look her in the eyes. “Perhaps something a bit more intimate will bring you relief~ Is that alright with you? Are you okay with a kiss?”

Even with her mind growing clouded with lust, the smaller woman refuses to let herself believe she’s anything but straight. She won’t let a simple kiss turn her into a puddle, prepared to do whatever it takes to prove to herself that she’s heterosexual. Even if her boss isn’t straight, that doesn’t mean she has to be the same way. People can be attracted to something else from their bosses, and this is no different in the youngest Noceda’s eyes.

”I’m okay with that,” she confirms, nervous yet internally intrigued.

Pulled into Amity’s lap, Luz finds herself overcome with comfort as her potential boss’s lips make contact with hers. What little hopes she has of not liking such affection are destroyed as her eyes widen, surprised by how tender, how pleasing, the touch of another woman truly is. She’s enjoyed having intimate moments with another man during flings, but never before has a simple kiss felt so right, much less with Amity. She isn’t even entirely sure how to react, one moment considering pulling away while another yearning for more. Straight or not, the kiss she’s feeling makes her feel one thing for certain: alive.

The businesswoman doesn’t dare let go for about half a minute, watching Luz’s reaction carefully, noticing how she seems to go slack just from the kiss. Even as she wraps her arms around the submissive woman, she doesn’t do anything more than twitch, trying to find out what she’s meant to do. She’s had her fair share of kisses in the past, even lovers, but something about this one feels more significant. Her own body shivers for the first time, hoping to spoil the woman in her lap further, to show her she’s just perfect. It almost feels too good to be true, as if she’s found the woman she yearns to spend her life with, only to quell the idea.

Neither one of them wishes to make things more awkward than they need to be, more than happy to part their lips to fully process what they’ve just done. The dom quickly recovers while the sub still needs a moment, borderline catatonic from the pleasure clouding her mind.

”How was it?” the mint-haired figure asks softly, her tone tender and yearning.

”…I’m straight, b-but that felt right,” Luz murmurs, her mind a whirlwind of emotion as she tries grounding herself in reality.

Luz knows she’s lying to herself at this point. There’s no way she can fully convince herself that she’s heterosexual, not after such pleasing intimacy, much less after doing so with a woman she’s been attracted to for some time now. It feels as if her very identity has been challenged so thoroughly, and her argument has fallen through. She wants to see if her potential relationship with Amity is meant to be. She wants to remain by her side as her bodyguard. She wants to be more, to see if their one night stand is anything more.

The bouncer’s body trembles as she tries and fails to fully comprehend what she’s reminding herself, tears flowing down her cheeks as her view of herself crumbles. She isn’t even sure what to say to herself, forcing herself to breathe slowly as the dominant woman gives her a moment to process, offering a hand to squeeze. Luz doesn’t reject the offer, grasping with all her might, finally coming to understand she’s not nearly as straight as she thought she once was. Maybe she’s bisexual, but knowing the identity she’s told herself? It’s little more than a fantasy now.

“I… l-loved it,” Luz admits through now-flowing tears, unable to lie. “I don’t… I don’t feel straight though.”

”Oh… It’s okay, I’ll give you a moment to process this,” Amity coos softly, her embrace more tender than before. “No matter what your attraction is, you’re still Luz. It’s not a crime to be attracted toward others, regardless of what their gender is. Just take a moment to relax; you’re still you.”

Luz doesn’t deny the claims and digests what she’s hearing, wiping her tears as she admits to herself the truth: she’s fallen in love, and that’s okay.

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There’s no denying it: Luz now accepts that she’s non-hetero. Maybe she’s indeed homosexual, most likely bi since she’s been attracted to guys in the past, but after falling in love with Amity, any hopes she may have had of being straight are completely destroyed. At the very least, she can safely say being bisexual doesn’t feel too bad if it means no longer lying to herself.

Just resting in the CFO’s lap is more than enough for the bouncer to tremble from a mixture of arousal and hesitance, unfamiliar with such affection. For the faintest of moments, she felt complete, finally calm enough to continue as she looks up with a lustful, partially dazed expression.

"I... I'm alright now," she confirms, still nervous but more certain with what comes next. "This will take getting used to, but t-this isn't too bad, right?"

"Of course not. Admittedly it's been a long time since I've enjoyed a hookup, job offer or not," the mint-haired figure confirms, her blush slowly creeping across her entire face. "Now, how about we continue where we left off~?"

The smaller woman nods eagerly, murmuring "Green~" before their lips lock together once more. The safewords ensure neither is able to move forward without at least a heads up, Amity tenderly reaching down and cupping Luz's bottom as the latter lightly gropes the former's chest, trying to adjust to her predicament. Amity gives off a pleased hum, enjoying her potential partner's surprisingly strong grip against her bosom, her own squeeze making Luz moan softly as a result. Never before has the youngest Noceda felt another woman's body, already slowly trailing her hands down her possible superior's. The dom, in turn, caresses her good girl with more vigor, listening carefully in case she risks crossing a boundary, interested in how her good girl keeps herself in such a lean, fit form. To her, it would seem wasteful leaving such a delicious woman as little more than a bodyguard, but if she wants more, then who is she to argue?

Neither wishes to part from this newfound desire for one another, addicted to one another’s touch as they familiarize themselves with each other. Amity finds her precious girl enjoys a tender touch, trembling and kissing with greater vigor, a sign of comfort and yearning she’s more than happy to exploit. Her grasp on Luz’s bottom softens, a more tender hold, and in turn Luz’s movements are more thorough, as if adapting and reacting accordingly. It’s then the taller woman realizes what Luz is: what she considers a pleasure slut. Luz can’t get enough, eyes squeezing shut as she admits defeat, forced to break the kiss or else risk losing herself to lust.

”Nau~ Is Mommy’s touch that good~?” the dom purrs, trailing a single nail along Luz’s back, rounding to her shoulders.

”Yeah. I didn’t know I could feel this good~” Luz admits, her own tone filled with need and pent-up arousal. “Titan, I don’t know how much I can take. Green, I-I’ll let you know when it’s too much~!”

Luz sees no reason to at least try whatever's to come. She knows she will need time to adjust one way or another, and if that means knowing for sure if Amity's the one, so be it. She trusts her well enough, trembling with greater intensity as the businesswoman's fingers trace from her shoulder down her back and toward her inner thigh. It's then she realizes what her new friend yearns for, and she wants it too. The safewords are at the ready, and so she nods, murmuring "Green~" loud enough for the taller woman to hear. Her free hand gently pats her head, sending shivers up the not-so-straight woman's spine. Only the question of whether Amity wants this as well makes the bouncer hesitate, if only for a few moments.

"W-What color are you feeling?" she asks carefully, her voice laced with yearning and caution.

"Green. Like you, I'll let you know if it's too much," the CFO confirms, touched Luz wants to ensure consent is given both ways. "How sweet~ Tell me, how do you feel about feeling my chest up close and personal~?"

"I... I'd like to try that," Luz admits, having an idea of what's about to happen. "I trust you, just please be gentle."

Amity indeed becomes gentle, carefully lining up her good girl's sensitive entrance with her own, pulling Luz's head with her soft chest. Even with her top in the way, Luz can only compare the sensation to the softest pillows the world has ever seen. All she can do to prevent herself from snapping is nuzzling deep into the mint-haired woman's bosom. The tan woman's yearning only grows as she feels a warm, wet sensation along her crotch, panting softly as she feels Amity's left hand on her head and her right arm around her back. She feels smothered with affection and safe at once, never before having felt so comforting.

Her potential superior slowly rocks her hips back and forth, not wishing to overwhelm her good girl too soon, softly moaning as their openings rub along one another, only separated by their thin undergarments. Never before has the idea of breaking someone in come off as this tantalizing, the gold-eyed woman grinning as she pats her new companion's head all the while. She can see it in her eyes, the way both sexual and comforting touches makes Luz wordlessly beg for more, how her hips lightly rub into her love's own all the while. Not too rough, not nigh-unnoticeable, just enough to get the point across: their desire for one another is mutual.

Ms. Blight notices how her little lover isn't moaning at all, tense as she returns the affection with grinding of her own. She can see it across her face, how their encounter brings great pleasure to both Luz's mind and body, but she mustn't feel forced to hide it. Her left hand gently cups Luz's cheek before speaking softly, slowing her own grinding.

"It's okay, sweetie~ Mommy's here to keep you safe~" the dom murmurs softly, noticing how her good girl's breath hitches at the word "Mommy". "Oh~ You like that, don't you~?"

Luz shakes her head, trying to deny the sensation. It's the first time she's hearing that word in this context, feeling her inner barriers crumble. Her arms wrap around Amity's waist, her voice quivering as she tries and fails to deny the truth. She didn't even know she has a Mommy Kink, and only then does Amity catch onto the context.

"Oh~ Is Mommy's baby girl in need of more spoiling~?" she teases tenderly, her warm breath against the sub's ear as she leans downward. "You like being Mommy's good girl, don't you~?"

"Nhooo~!" Luz tries to deny, remembering the safeword but not feeling unsafe. "I-I'm not like that~!"

"Then tell me the safeword you're feeling. If it's too much, you know what to say~" Amity assures, refusing to budge an inch further without hearing a color.

Luz cannot deny her own thoughts, however, trembling as she timidly admits, "G-Green..."

"Good girl~"

The grinding continues, only the fabric between them feels more akin to a barrier. Both women want the other with greater intensity, a silent agreement between them leading toward their lust becoming impossible to even disguise.

"Mommy~! M-Mommy~!"

"Shhh~ It's okay, let it all out for Mommy~"

What little restraint or hesitation Luz may have had is long gone. All that's left is her desire for more pleasure, past inclinations be damned. She no longer comes off as the powerful girl who bounced establishments across town, but rather a young woman who desperately needs a tender touch she's denied even herself. Each caress, each rub along her quivering entrance, each soft word, it all mixes together into a cocktail of comfort and pleasure as she listens to Amity's every word. She melts from any and every touch her dom provides, clinging to her with all her might as her own moans rattle her body. She's never felt so loved before, not like this.

Ms. Blight has come to one conclusion: Luz is indeed her second half, or at least that's how it feels. Never before has a woman felt so right to be with, so right to spend time with, so right to know even a little about. She's not arranged, she's not forceful, she's not even overly crude; she's just a hardworking woman trying to make a name for herself somehow. Such effort should be praised in her eyes, and if she wants to be hers, then so be it. All she needs is either a yes or no, and then they can go from there.

Luz, all the while, knows she wants to spend as much time with Amity as possible. She'd gladly sign the coming contract, just as long as she can figure out whether this relationship is meant to be. Maybe it's indeed selfish, but at least this way there's concrete answers. There's no confusion, no ambiguity over whether she's interested, and the attraction is mutual, with all that's missing is a foundation for a more concrete relationship. The pleasure through her blinds her to the details, only able to think about the here and now; whatever comes next, she feels more like herself than she has in a long time. Her eyes squeeze shut as she approaches her climax, unable to stop holding onto Amity. She keeps begging for "Mommy" again and again, accepting she's little more than a submissive girl in the tall woman's embrace. She can't think about anything else, just Amity.

Neither Luz nor Amity wants their time together to end, the only certainty between them being that the coming contract will benefit them both. They will finally be with someone they can love and be loved by, even if their beginning moments together weren't the most orthodox. The dominant woman continues to spoil her good girl, softly shushing and praising the submissive woman in her hold. She wants nothing more than to make her break from the pleasure, to show her that no matter what, she'll always have somewhere she belongs. Straight, bisexual, homosexual, or something else entirely, Luz is still Luz, and that's all that matters. Amity's fingers trail along Luz's skin, sending further pleasure through her before grasping at her bottom ever so gently. The bouncer submits completely, grinding into her hand and her own entrance at the same time. All the sub can think about is being hers, at long last able to let herself be used. It feels just right being hers, and if it means a seeming eternity of this, so be it. It all feels right.

Ms. Blight can't halt her own growing pleasure, her moans growing impossible to suppress as she presses deeper into her partner. She can't hold back any longer, yearning for more, her legs trembling as she speaks once more.

"Cutie, Mommy's close~ Are you as well~?" the taller woman admits, her blush impossible to ignore as she gazes into Luz's eyes.

"S-So am I~!" Ms. Noceda confirms, not sure how much more she can take. "F-Fuck~! Use me~! Do what you want~! Just don't stop~!"

Amity sees no reason to deny either her or her good girl's desires, keeping her love's face between her bosom as they hold on with all their might. Their climaxes overwhelm them at once, what little distrust that might have remains forever melted away as a result. Never before has Amity felt so great experiencing the afterglow of sex, her hold on Luz absolute as she lets her body quiver for the first time in years. It's so rare such intimacy feels so right, and with the submissive woman in her arms, she's absolute in her resolve. Luz, on the other hand, never thought intimacy with another woman could feel so amazing. Her eyes roll back as she succumbs to both pleasure and love, no longer able to see Amity as anyone but the boss she's fallen in love with and the woman she wants to know better.

Ms. Noceda can't even move, her mind a blank as she nuzzles deep into her love's bosom. She can't stop yearning for more, unable to even speak clearly as Amity brushes her hair, coming down from the highs of her orgasm. Happy tears stream down Luz's cheeks as she holds on with what little strength remains, failing to control herself.

"Oh~ It looks like you've never experienced this level of pleasure~" Amity coos with a heavy breath, helping her good girl sit up. "Now we just have to clean up, and then arguably the best part comes~ Do you know what that is~?"

Luz shakes her head, unable to come up with an answer. Such a reaction only warms Amity's heart, knowing what comes next will bring a new degree of comfort, and she's more than happy to provide such a thing.

Aftercare, after all, is just what someone so overcome with pleasure needs.

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She got into the shower after Amity, a chance to recuperate from the abundance of pleasure and stimulation, an offer the bouncer more than appreciates. Luz couldn't even stand up straight without holding onto the shower's supports. Never before has she had sex so mind-breaking, only now coming to her senses to wash up. All she knows is that whatever comes next, one thing is clear: she accepts Amity's offer wholeheartedly. Something about her now-future boss feels just right, a confidante she can speak with and be spoken to as if she's an equal in spite of their positions. Perhaps it's selfish deep down, the offer of cash already tantalizing. The idea of guarding the woman she fell in love with, however, only makes such an offer more delectable, the sweat and grime from the day washing down the drain.

'I... I love her,' she notes, the idea no longer a betrayal of her own mind. 'I love her! Or at least that's what it feels like.'

She knows it's too soon to tell herself something so hopeful, at least not without cause. They barely know each other, little more than their jobs, but at the same time it feels right. She saw it in the way Amity looks at her, a yearning for her, not just her resumé, and assuming everything goes according to play, both the soon-to-be-former bouncer and her new boss will know where they stand. All she needs to do is say yes, and then she'll get the contract.

Even as she steps out of the shower, Ms. Noceda can barely stand on her own, still trembling after everything that she's experienced just earlier. Her mind has forever altered to seek out Amity, desiring her touch, her very presence. Only drying herself off and putting on a rather large green t-shirt, reaching down to about her lower thighs, prevents her from giving in immediately, not wanting to ruin whatever Amity has planned for last. She can't help but feel small, more vulnerable than she's ever been before, but such a feeling has yet to feel uncomfortable. In a way, she feels safe, especially knowing that Amity, for all her dominance, hasn't once treated her as a lesser being. Such ideas mix about in her mind as she slides into a pair of white socks as well, mustering up the strength to finally step out.

What the youngest Noceda comes to find is Amity in a purple t-shirt lying in bed, an open space to her right and several treats and water bottles atop each bedside table along either side. Only a book to her side makes it clear the CFO has something planned, and yet Luz isn't sure what said plan is. The bouncer can't help but wonder what's going on, climbing into bed beside the taller woman, curious as to what her boss has in store.

"So... w-what's for last?" she asks with a mixture of curiosity and worry.

A smile forms across the dominant woman's face as she replies softly, "Aftercare. Tell me, what are your thoughts on Good Witch Azura?"

The idea immediately catches Luz's interest, eyes widening for just a moment before she replies, "It's why I decided to bounce in the first place. Yeah I'm being a little rude and I try to keep to myself, but at least I'm keeping my violence limited to rule breakers and jerks. I need to do something with my life, you know?"

Luz doesn't dare let her interest cloud her judgement yet, at least not fully. What questions she may have had die upon watching the businesswoman pick up the book, revealing it to be specifically the fifth book in the Good Witch Azura novel series. It's the first time she's come across anyone with the same interest, and knowing her superior-to-be brings her a new warmth she didn't think was possible.

"Then it looks like we'll get along quite well. I wonder, what part of the series do you find most appealing?" Amity asks with growing interest, seeing her interest in the series is now mutual. "The world-building? The prose? Its magic system? Perhaps the characters? I'm personally interested in the economics, wondering just how valuable commodities we'd see as lesser would be akin to gold to the setting's inhabitants. Sky Stones are valuable among the Bounty Hunter Guild for a reason, after all."

Luz's own interest only grows by the second, unable to stop herself from leaning into Amity's side as she listens intently. Her fascination with the franchise only leads to the smaller woman admitting she's found the characters the most interesting aspect. After all, without characters, what would any of the stories be about to begin with? Her favorite is Azura in particular; no matter what, she refuses to use her vast potential for evil. Maybe the Good Witch will be selfish at times, but not once has she been shown to act maliciously. To possess such a mindset is one of Ms. Noceda's overarching desires, knowing it's unlikely yet ideal, to at least try.

"Mmm~ Hecate's been my character of choice, a bad guy having gone good. She's made many mistakes in her past, but in the future, she proves she's not beyond redemption," Ms. Blight elaborates, pointing to the cover, the witches holding a staff up in triumph. "I wonder, what would've happened if they met under differing circumstances? Could they have been friends sooner rather than later? Or was the course of events they were under impossible to alter without risking all else? In the end, she's a bad witch who ended up an ally and one of the Good Witch's closest friends."

"I... Is that why the fifth book's your favorite?" Luz asks carefully, recalling the amount of focus Hecate's redemption was given.

Amity nods once, opening to the first page before asking, "How about some reading then? It's not often I get to indulge in a mutual hobby with someone, especially a sweet little thing like you~"

Luz saw no reason to deny such an offer. With an energy bar and plenty of water refueling their bodies, both the bouncer and the businesswoman allow their bodies to fully calm down. There's no longer a need to fret about interests or even what they yearn for; both women agree tonight has been one of the greatest they've had in a long time. Even without such a pleasant evening, the smaller woman still has one thing to add, confirmation to ensure there's no worry for what's to come.

"Hey, Amity?" she murmurs softly, weakly clinging to the mint-haired woman's arm.

"Yes sweetie?" the CFO replies softly, using her free hand to gently scritch Luz's head.

"About that job offer," Ms. Noceda states with a small breath, unable to keep herself steady for much longer. "I accept. I-I need some time to resign from my other positions to make it work, but... yeah, I'm gonna sign that contract once it's ready."

There's nothing either of them can do to hide their excitement, the taller woman pulling her good girl into a tender hug, the shorter woman’s chest upon her superior-to-be’s soft, warm bosom. Knowing she's accepted the offer brings her bliss, aiming to provide her with a pleasant life as compensation for accepting her offer. Even if Luz is only her subordinate on paper, that doesn't mean she has to be just that. Luz can't wait to be her boss's personal guard, knowing she's able to keep her safe all while enjoying the time they spend together. Both are certain they will know one another more thoroughly, and if that means they'll become more than friends with benefits, so be it. At least with each other, they know what they're getting themselves into.

The soon-to-be-former bouncer can’t stop herself from nuzzling into Amity’s neck breathing softly in an effort to further embrace her love’s affection. She yearns for more, her mind and body begging her to experience more. Her arms wrap around Amity’s body as a result, trembling as she succumbs to her instincts, the taller woman’s own embrace tightening to instill further comfort. Luz can’t stop herself from trembling and whimpering, unused to such tender touches yet wishing for more all the same. Never before has snuggling with anyone, man or woman, felt so right, and this time she doesn’t feel the least bit hesitant.

Ms. Blight continues to hold her good girl close, having officially fallen in love, yet unsure when. All she knows is that now, her love is with her, she wants to work with her, and she yearns for her tender touch. She sees no reason to deny Luz the comfort she yearns for, and if that’s unusual, then at least the two of them can be strange together. Nothing will make her happier than further relief and comfort with her love, her hands slowly trailing across her sensitive sub’s body, wanting her to familiarize her touch with goodness.

Luz can’t lie to herself, letting her body succumb to the pleasure slowly yet surely. Even her times with other men, while pleasant in their own ways, pale in comparison to the woman she feels a certain spark with. Her legs tangle with the CFO’s, unwittingly trapping her in a prison of love and delight, her strength waning by the second a she nuzzles further into Amity’s hold. She loves Amity, a thought she feels confidence reminding herself. It feels almost silly, knowing she almost gave up on possibly the greatest person she could’ve met in Vermont, but it matters little now; they’re together now, and that’s all either of them cares about right now.

Bit by bit, Amity tenderly caresses Luz from her waist to her shoulders, wanting her to know she’s safe. Never before has she met someone she’s wanted to protect, and yet here she is with the most adorable woman she’s come across yet. She’s actively trying to be a good person, refusing to use her violent capabilities against those who don’t warrant such backlash, and she wants to prove herself. Such effort warrants praise in her eyes, the businesswoman humming softly as she snuggles her good girl to her heart’s content.

Luz herself can’t get enough of Amity, lost in thought as she succumbs to her touch, only able to hold on to the best of her ability. Not only is the woman someone who is okay with her being bisexual, she wants to see her succeed, wanting to ensure her life goes well it seems. It’s the only explanation for the pay, but the fact she wants to know her beyond just as a bodyguard makes it clear she’s intent on knowing her more intimately. Such compassion isn’t something the soon-to-be-former bouncer can overlook so easily, eyes watering as she feels her head press between the taller woman’s bosom.

Exhaustion slowly overtakes their minds and bodies, consciousness slipping away as they submit to their yearning for one another. So long as they’re together, they see no reason to fret about the future. There will always be time for more snuggles and their respective jobs, but for now all that matters is the chance for familiarizing themselves with each other. Never before has the idea of dating someone else come off as almost symbiotic, and neither of them wants to throw such opportunities away. It just seems to them that the coming months, however they come, will end well and peacefully, and Amity is prepared for whatever may come in due time.

Luz is glad she isn’t straight after all.