<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/zCcA1wm.jpg)<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/lBaz43J.jpg)<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/IoRd3mV.jpg)</div><br/>The bar wench nods and moves off.  Cinder takes one last look down the street as the teenage boy rounds a corner quite literally at a sprint.  There is no doubt that he had a very good idea what it was that Cinder was cleaning off her, and the promise of making it worth her while was enough to get the teen aged almost man excited.  She supposed she could almost understand his point of view.  Men sometimes had it rough at that age where they weren't quite full men yet.  Sixteen, the law recognized them as 'adults' but it could be tough.  Since there were more women then men, pretty much everywhere in fact, most men had no problem finding women to satisfy their lusts, especially if they weren't especially picky.  If a guy didn't mind a partner who was fat, or not especially attractive, women would figuratively beat down their door for a good fuck.  But that was the problem with teenage boys wasn't it?  They were quite literally almost never<em><strong> 'good'</strong></em>fucks.  No they were the overeager, under-experienced, and far too clingy balls of hormones that men tended to be until about their early to mid twenties.  To make it worse, most nations and city states had laws preventing any woman from engaging in any sort of sexual activity with a man before her twenty first birthday, when she'd often be considered too old for entry into the dungeon.  So you had these young men going around, watching the dungeon year after year, and no peer age girls with a similar lack of experience, letting them get their rocks off.  Oh certainly older prostitutes were the norm for boys like him, but they cost money, and that wasn't usually very easy for a teen to come by.  Unless of course they were very good looking and turned to a brothel and engaged in stud services themselves, which neatly tied up the two problems at one time.  But the gangly looking youth that had already vanished from sight didn't look quite muscular or attractive enough to be a big draw at most brothels.<br/><br/>Cinder rolled her eyes as she considered the plight of the poor young men, often outnumbered by women three to one at best in this city.  It was likely the boy had never stuck his cock inside a girl, and to have a sexy former champion<em>(something that assured beauty)</em>suggestively offer... well, no wonder he had taken off like Pandora herself was chasing him.  The bar wench returned, a rather plain looking woman, but one with nice curves, of probably around thirty some years old.  She set the shots down in front of Cinder and held her tray out, waiting for the required coins to be placed.  Her nostrils flaring slightly as she leans in close to Cinder, to collect the bucket of sex slicked water that Cinder had sluiced off her body to the best of her ability.  The woman says nothing, but Cinder thinks she notices the barmaid studying her.  Probably the woman is trying to think of where she knows Cinder from.  Cinder gets that a lot after all.  Having escaped the dungeon a few years ago, she was famous enough that most people recognize her, but can't immediately place where they know her from.  It seems the bar wench isn't going to place her at that moment, even with the clues of having showed up drenched in cum.  Ah well, she'll probably connect the dots later.<br/><br/>Cinder rolls the potion vial around in her fingers for a few minutes, then fires back the first of the shots before uncorking the vial.<br/><br/>PHEWAGH!<br/><br/>There's no need to bring it to her sensitive nose.  She'll know that smell anywhere after her time in the dungeon.  The odor of corruption hits her immediately.  Taking a second to get her bearings she takes a second whiff, bringing the vial a little closer to her nose.  Yup, no doubt about it.  Monster cum.  She had enough of it pumped into ever crack of her body, sprayed over every inch of her skin, she'd know that scent immediately.  Taking a third whiff, she identifies it, not just monster cum but a naga futa's cum.  A powerful one, maybe a Lamia instead of a naga?  She dips one pinkie into the vial and touches it to her tongue.  In an instant she's back in the dungeon.  Remembering a time when she was tied to a dungeon wall as a powerful Lamia taunted her.  Fucked her in every possible position for hours and hours till finally the corrupted monstergirl's futacock could rise no more.  Then only after the Lamia had passed out from exhaustion had Cinder escaped, but only after pilfering everything of use from the Lamia's lair.<br/><br/>Yes, no doubt about it, this was a lamia's spunk.  She corked the vial and looked at it as she took a second shot.  But that was odd... why would Virella have vials of monster cum?  This wasn't the only one either, there were several racks of pearly white liquid.  What could monster cum have to do with trying to restore a contestant's virginity?<br/><br/>Cinder slowly sipped her third shot as she held up the vial, letting the sunlight glint off it's glass surface, considering what it meant.  Then she spotted something coming from down the street.  An inky black void moving through the crowd of color and browns that was the crowd of people.  It grew larger as it approached and since the wind was blowing from that direction, Cinder's nose knew who it was before she could even fully see the woman.  'Eau de chatte' (http://www.irovedout.com/comic/p-55/) Cinder sometimes joked was Maeryll's signature fragrance.  Of course, the joke being that the (usually) lesbian elf got almost as much cunny as Cinder herself did.  The black void of resolved as Maeryll got to the open air cafe, her black outfit complimented by a black parasol.<br/><br/>She smiled as she sat down across from Cinder, tossing a bundle of clothing on the table with a smirk, saying,<strong>"Soaked panties again Cin?  Yum."</strong>She then explained how a very excited young man had dashed into the Happye Bitche while she'd been there looking for Cinder and had passed along Cinder's message.  He'd barely stayed long enough to give her location before dashing off again a piece of paper in his hand.  So of course Maeryll had volunteered to bring 'the slut' a change of clothing.  She finished that last part with a somewhat loving smile.  The bar wench interrupted for a moment then taking Maeryll's order.  Then walking off to place it as both women watched the way her backside moved beneath the grey skirt she wore.<strong> "Not bad in a pinch,"</strong>Maeryll said half heartedly.<br/><br/><strong>"So, I'm guessing you're on the trail of something, and by your soaking wet clothing you've already gotten into trouble without me?"</strong>Cinder started to tell the story and right about the time that Cinder got to the mention of a hidden shapeshifter in the city, Maeryll seemed disturbed.  "Are you s..." she began saying just as the wench brought her drink.  She stopped glared at the waitress and tossed a coin on her tray, glaring at the woman until she left.<strong> "A shapeshifter not only in our city but also in the academy itself?  I know Virella, i mean, not well, but I've seen her around.  Always wanted to get into those skirts, not shocked you beat me to it.  But her work is pretty hush hush, a bunch of rumors about the research she does.  All about the dungeon, contestants, monster girls, virginity... that sort of thing." </strong>She took a sip of her cocktail and nodded,<strong>"I'm sorry I interrupted, please continue."</strong><br/><br/>After Cinder had finished telling her story Maeryll cocked one eyebrow,<strong> "My, you have been busy haven't you?  Not even noon and you've already had a foursome?  So where do we go from here?  I know you'll need my help, because don't you always?"</strong>Maeryll nodded at Cinder's thought to contact the street thugs, but offered an alternative suggestion,<strong> "You said that Mistress Bulo said the leather harness was of a quality worth enchanting?  I know one or two enchanters who wouldn't bat an eye at any sort of kinky bondage work.  Primal mages, deal with sex magic, seems like it might be a good fit and something to check out.  There's Dria first off, she's pretty reasonable, and fairly skilled.  She takes comissions when she has an opening, though she's usually pretty busy. I know she'd 'bump' a client up her list if the pay was good enough to warrent a rush order.  Then there's Kahiel, he's a pervert.  He's been trying to fuck me for over a year now, doesn't understand that I don't do cock.  Bit of a sleeze ball, and thinks with his dick instead of his brain far too often for the level of skill he has as a mage."</strong><br/><br/>She shrugged,<strong> "Other than waiting around for informants, I'm not sure if there's another good 'next step' as it were." </strong>Maeryll was right, this case had precious few leads at the moment.  Still Cinder couldn't help but wonder about the vial of lamia cum in her pouch and wonder if Virella was telling her the whole truth.  There was also the constabulary she could check in with.  Maeryll seemed to think she was coming along now too, which might be handy.  Though Cinder might prefer to keep the elf out of this for now.