Ganged by Goblins (Feral City #3)

Chapter 1

“How have you been feeling lately, Gorla?”

I sat in a comfy chair across from one of my bosses, a mahogany desk between us.

Krath's office was decorated in sage green and natural wood, everything built in generous ogre proportions.

I found the room calming after the music and lights of the Great Room downstairs, where only a half hour ago I had performed in a sex show for the Gentian Club's patrons.

It was more than just ogre men who enjoyed seeing a curvy ogress take off her clothes and moan with pleasure, and I had fans from many species.

“Fine, I guess,” I said.

“You haven’t been quite yourself lately.” Krath said. The co-owner of the Gentian Club was dressed in a traditional ogre tunic of brown wool, and a gold ring glinted on one tusk. “Your performance hasn’t been quite as…exuberant.”

“Exuberant?” I repeated.

“You always have such joie de vivre. It’s why you’re one of the Gentian’s best–your enthusiasm rings with authenticity, whether you’re on the stage or in a private booth. But you’ve lost your groove.”

“Oh, um, I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.” Would this have repercussions? A pay cut, or even getting fired?

Krath sighed. He took a sip of whiskey and looked at me over the glass.

“I didn’t bring you to my office to berate you. I’m worried about you.”

The tension left my body. Krath had been my boss for many years, and he wouldn’t fire me or cut my pay for a few off days.

“How are you, Gorla?”

I took a moment to think about it. I used to love this job. But Krath was right, I hadn’t been as exuberant lately.

“I guess…I’m bored.”

“Bored?” Krath said, obviously taken aback.

“I’ve given lap dances and blowjobs. I’ve been fucked by two men at once.

I’ve fucked women while men jerked themselves off at the sight.

I’ve had anal, double penetration. I’ve had sex with ogres, orcs, goblins, dragons, shifters, minotaurs—even humans.

Really, what sentient species haven’t I fucked?

There’s nothing new for me to do. I’m bored. ”

“Bored,” he said again, this time a statement.

“I’ve forgotten why I used to love this job so much.”

“Hmm. Well, I asked you in here for more than one reason. You have been requested for a private party.”

“What kind of party?” I asked.

“A goblin summit. It's to celebrate a business merger between two corporations,” Krath said.

I knew that goblin males often bonded by having sex with the same woman. My interest piqued.

“Was it Zhaff who requested me?”

“Bingo.”

Zhaff the goblin never missed one of my performances, and often asked for my private services. I knew he was the CEO of some big company.

Some goblins are really into bigger women.

Goblins are around three feet tall, whereas ogres can push nine feet.

Goblins are skinny, but we ogres are a meaty, hefty people.

I have long, wavy, red hair and green-tinged gray skin.

Hair as red as strawberries, I always thought, as red as cherries and lips and desire.

My breasts are large even by ogre standards, bigger than a goblin’s head.

But while goblins are significantly smaller than their ogre cousins, the men are big where it counts—between their legs.

It never failed to impress me, just how large their cocks were in comparison to the rest of them.

“Exactly what services are they requesting?” Gorla asked.

“The works. Dancing, intercourse, oral, anal.”

“How many clients are we talking about?”

“Zhaff said about twenty people. Are you interested?”

I had never served that many people before. Performed in front of bigger crowds, sure, but I'd never had sex with more than a few johns in one night.

“Did they request any other women?”

“No, just you. It's a big job,“ Krath said, “but you're one of our most experienced girls. I have faith you can handle it. But it’s your choice, I understand if you decline.”

I thought about being alone in a room full of goblin men. Of twenty cocks fucking me in all holes until I was sore.

A big reason I’ve always been good at my job is that I simply love sex. Love fucking, love people appreciating my body, love making other people feel good. Even if I’d lost my zest, it didn’t mean I hated sex–and it didn’t hurt the goblins would probably tip well.

“I'll do it.”

A couple nights later, I was working the floor of the Great Room.

At first glance, “working the floor” looks like being a waitress.

I held a tray of champagne flutes, whiskey snifters, and mini bottles of lube as I walked between the comfy chairs filled with patrons, all chairs facing the front stage where my human friend Eclair was performing with two ogres.

And by performing, I mean she had one ogre’s cock in her mouth and one in her pussy, and the noises of pleasure she was making filled the large room.

Most of our patrons had their eyes glued on my coworkers on the stage—a pretty little human getting reamed by big ogres was a popular show—and some even had their pants unzipped, cocks in hand, pleasuring themselves openly.

Membership to the Gentian Club is expensive and exclusive, and almost anything goes in the Great Room, including public masturbation.

Our clientele includes the wealthy, the famous, the powerful—but most importantly, we allow all races.

Most establishments cater to only one species: human strip clubs, ogre and orc brothels, werewolf mating rings.

But the Gentian allows anyone–if they can pay.

An ogre and a lion shifter had joined forces to found it–an almost unheard-of thing.

Maybe someday I’ll ask Krath the story of how that happened.

But today, I was wearing the uniform of a floor girl–a bra that was little more than two triangles of silky fabric on strings that covered my nipples and a little of the skin around them but not much else.

For the bottom, a simple thong. Mile-high heels.

All in the club’s signature purpley blue.

I handed out complimentary drinks and lube, took occasional orders for food from our restaurant, and flirted.

But like I said, I’m not a waitress. If one of our valued clientele wanted to order something a little meatier–aka, me—they could.

A lap dance, a blow job, an intimate moment in a private room.

In the Great Room, anything goes.

I was handing a flute of champagne to a dragon when I felt a touch from behind on my crotch.

Before I could even turn to see who it was, two fingers slipped underneath my panties and inserted themselves into my pussy.

Over the years, I had trained myself to be unflappable, so despite the sudden penetration, I smiled at the dragon and straightened, the tray balanced on my hand never wobbling.

A glance behind me revealed a grinning goblin with his hand between my legs.

“Zhaff!” I said. “I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

“I never miss a chance to see my favorite girl.” He pumped his fingers inside me, and blood raced to my core. “You’re already wet for me,” the goblin said smugly. My moan of need was sincere.

“Come over here and let me take care of you,” he said, removing his fingers from between my thighs and stepping backwards to an empty armchair.

“You’ve been working hard. How would you like to ride my tongue, sweetheart?

” He stuck out his long pointed tongue, which was pierced with a gold barbell near the tip, and slowly licked my juices off of his fingers.

“I would love to,” I said.

Goblins have large, pointed ears and sharp noses. Their skin is greener than us ogres. Zhaff had a gold ring hanging from one ear and was wearing a nice vest and trousers.

I set my tray of drinks on a nearby small, round table, one of many scattered between the chairs.

“Put your knees right here,” he said, patting the wide arms of the chair.

I climbed up, straddling him. I lifted my hips to his face.

He pulled the fabric of my thong to the side, and immediately sucked my clit between his lips.

I grabbed the back of the chair as he rubbed that warm gold ball over my clit.

The goblin cupped his hands around my ass–well, tried too.

My ass is huge, much bigger than his long-fingered hands.

Some of the other patrons nearby watched as that pierced tongue wrung moans from me.

Zhaff pushed his tongue deep inside of me.

My hips began to move against his face as he tongue-fucked me, the two balls of the barbell stroking my insides.

I grunted with each tongue thrust, but made sure not to be so loud as to cover up the sex noises from the stage.

Were my moans not quite as enthusiastic as they might have once been? Maybe.

I looked down at Zhaff, and seemed to see a smirk in his eyes. I knew he got off on his own prowess, and his smugness was not misplaced. He was a great lay. I should know–I fucked him in the private rooms several times a month. And he was a generous tipper. The perfect john.

I rubbed my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra, both for my own pleasure and to put on a show for the people around us watching. I loved knowing people were watching, eyes running over my curvy form, my big breasts, my round ass; watching my red-painted lips open wide with ecstasy.

The goblin switched back to stimulating my clit, and as he alternated between licking it with the pointed tip of his tongue and rubbing the smooth ball over it, it didn’t take long for my pleasure to peak.

I grabbed his shoulders as I bucked against his mouth.

When he removed his mouth from my pulsing center, my juices dripping from his chin, I looked down on him with half-lidded eyes and my mouth gone soft.

He had a self-satisfied grin on his face, and waggled his tongue at me again.

“You definitely know how to treat a lady, Zhaff,” I said. “Now can I do something for you?” I reached my hand down to feel the girth of his erection through the rough-soft fabric of his trousers, felt the hardness of the piercing at his cockhead.

“Not tonight. I’m saving myself for this Friday–I can’t wait to see you in action at the summit.” He put his own hand over mine and squeezed it harder around his cock. “I will be hard and ready for you. Along with twenty of my associates and my soon-to-be business partner.”