Chapter #4Chea, mistress of the night-life by: Trampltrum   “I must say you are…not what I expected…”
“Expected me to be taller then?”
The man sat straighter at the table, chewing on a reply delicately, so as not to put-off his “date”. Although, Chea hadn’t really been acting as such so far. She had kept her hands to herself, and hadn’t been wholly receptive of his attempts at flirting, getting a kiss tonight was looking doubtful at this rate. This was at odds with when he first saw her, the beautiful green-skinned woman was the flirtatious one at that stage, but now things had been turned on their head. But perhaps that was just how she was? Inviting at first, then wanted to test and see if she was worth his time; well then, he better work at proving it.
“Mmmm…this steak’s so good…I’d kill for another…” Chea mumbled through stuffed cheeks as she attacked the slice of meat with her cutlery.
Taking the initiative, her date raised an arm. “Waiter! Another steak for the lady if you please!”
***
“Well I had a pretty good evening; may I walk you home?”
“No I’m...oof…I’m good…” Chea replied, stifling something internally.
“Are you sure? I know this is a quiet neighbourhood, but are you sure you don’t want the company?”
“I’m fine. I’m anything happens I will just bite their ankles.”
“Haha! You are such a character. Will I be seeing you again?”
“Hmmm…I’ll sleep on it. And if it’s a yes, I’ll find you.” And with that Chea left, walking rather awkwardly down the street and turning a corner. As soon as she was out of sight, Chea quickly began wrestling with the buttons down the back of her dress. “Come on come on…” the goblin muttered, gritting her needle-sharp teeth.
With a release like a set of springs, the dress lunged forward into the night air, releasing its cargo. Chea‘s belly lurched with it, stretched taut by the mountain of food within it. “Oh man that was a good haul…” she mumbled to herself, gently caressing her stretched skin with sharp black nails. Then another rumbled emerged…
“UUUUUUURRRRRP!”
If anyone heard the noise tear through the night air, they would be shocked to hear something so loud had come from one so small.
Making sure all her things were still on her, Chea began her trip home in earnest; her gait no longer impeded by the strangle-hold of her outfit.
It was admittedly a long walk back for the goblin; out of the richer quarter, into the middle-class districts…and through there into the slums.
Making her way through a couple of well-worn back-alleys, Chea eventually ended up at the door of a rather small shack. Fumbling through her leather purse, she produced a key and inserted it into the lock before waddling in, still cradling her swollen center…she was home.
Chea had always been poor. Born and orphaned in the city, she had had to get buy on only what she could get her green fingers on. Sure, that meant she had had to steal, but only to keep herself fed and clothed. She was very thankful of her job waiting tables, and saving up enough coin (most legitimately, some not so much) had got her enough to buy this run-down little place. But as Chea had grown from a scrawny pre-teen and into a woman, she started to acquire admirers.
At first it was just sleazy comments at the tavern. Chea had been expecting this, the other girls there had pointed out that the men there would flirt with a dead badger once they were drunk enough. But the young goblin noticed that she was getting more comments and flirtatious remarks than her peers.
Using this knowledge, Chea began a new side-career, as a con-artist. She began to dress more elegantly (either through saving for more expensive clothes or tailoring her old ones) and hang around the richer districts. Chea‘s beauty would soon gain the attention of wealthy single men that took her flirting for either an opportunity for a relationship or just a one-night stand.
Chea was not one for the life of a woman of the night however, and so while she had been seen in the company of many men, she had not gone to bed with even one of them. Instead what she did was keep at arm’s length, but still teased them that she was about to give them what they wanted. All the while they would ply her with gifts or free meals, all things Chea could use to either save her own finances or sell for coin.
Once Chea was sure that her current target was becoming frustrated, she would move on to another target. Always making sure to hit a different part of the city, so she wasn’t spotted. To add an extra level of deception, the little goblin alternated between styling her hair up verses letting to flow down, to try and hide her silhouette. Although the richer district was large enough that Chea could prowl another part of it, and find a new sugar daddy there without risking running into a scorned lover.
Now back in the relative comfort of her humble abode, Chea walked over to her nearest chair and slumped onto it, wriggling a little as she got comfortable. That was one upside of her small stature, all her belongings were small and cheap. At 3’4 imperial feet, Chea was average for a female goblin, small enough to need different furnishings but large enough that nobody failed to notice her when walking through the streets.
Chea kicked her high-heeled shoes off towards a corner of her living room, stretching with relaxation again. The sensation overwhelmed her; Chea had known hunger for a long time, but pleasant fullness was a rarity she hadn’t been able to experience until tonight. Having only been working her new trick for a month or so, Chea hadn’t been treated to quite such an exquisite meal yet. All her other attempted lovers had instead tried to ply her with pretty baubles, or had made some comment during dinner about it being unladylike to eat all the rich foods she wanted. But this new guy had been too much of a suck-up to say anything, and Chea liked that, she liked it a lot.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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