"Hello?" called an apprehensive voice after a moment of silence. She tried to keep quiet, but her rubbery garments squeaked as she writhed on the floor. Her hands would not stop their wicked teasing. To her horror, she heard footsteps approaching the counter. He started talking and Tifa recognized the voice as the man from before.
"I apologize in advance if I'm wrong about this Ms. Lockheart... but are you a prostitute?"
He reached the counter, and rested his hands on it as he peered down. His jaw dropped. Tifa squirmed on the floor in glistening latex, face flushed from equal parts sexual need and humiliation. She still couldn't stop her hands from caressing her sensitive breasts and needy pussy. The man's face grew bright red.
"H, how much?" he stammered, clutching a fistful of gil in his trembling hand.
Tifa just closed her eyes and wished it was all a dream. The Slave Materia flashed again, and she heard herself speak.
"Anything you want, any way you want it."
He was out of his pants and over the counter in a second, astride her. Her hands moved from her body to his, eager to satisfy, to please. The Slave Materia had made it all instinctive for Tifa. She pressed her hungry hips into his, grinding her plainly visible, latex-encased labia against his throbbing cock. They fucked, Tifa forced to do anything he asked.
She awoke sometime later on the floor behind the counter. There was dried cum on her face, tits, stomach, and thighs. The latex top and skirt were scattered around her, shredded. Only her boots, gloves, suspenders, and belt remained. And the choker. She struggled to her feet to find 500 gil on the counter, the payment for her services. The man had been nice enough to turn the sign on the door to closed.
Tifa was pouring herself a mug of beer when the Slave Materia flashed again. When the light faded, she was again clad in glistening latex. Her hair, which had been mussed from the sex, was styled as before, and she was now wearing lipstick and makeup. She looked like the whore she had been turned into. But that wasn't the worst of her problems. She downed the whole mug in a single go. She was horny again.
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