Property (Futa/F)

Well, it wasn't my intention to write any more Club Python stories, but here I am, with another installment in the sordid tales of the dickgirls of Club Python. Hope y'all enjoy it.

Rika stood uncomfortably at the bar of Club Python, waiting for Joanna, or “Jo”, to arrive. All around her, the denizens of the club were drinking and talking, bumping and grinding, or sucking and fucking. The very air in the dickgirl-centric club was heavy with lust and sex, powerful and addictive. It had been several weeks since Jo had brought Rika here, and everytime, the incredible sexuality of Club Python over-powered her anew, making her nearly itch with desire.

She was a small girl, only 5'2”, with (currently but temporarily) green-dyed hair cut short and blue eyes that were surprising on her vaguely asian features. More than one person had described her as “boyish,” because of her short hair and a body that was far less curvy than those that currently surrounded her. Rika was more of an athlete than a vixen, stronger than she looked, but still very much intimidated by the women in Club Python. For the most part, however, the futanari that frequented the club ignored her, partially because there were plenty of other girls to choose from, but mostly because of what she wore.

A slight blush tinted Rika's cheeks as she tugged at the khaki pants and button-up shirt Jo had insisted she wear. She felt silly and knew that the clothing only emphasized her tomboy look, but that was part of the point. Jo enjoyed her discomfiture. Moreover, deep down, Rika enjoyed it, too.

“Well, well, what have we here?” a silky feminine voice asked from behind her. Rika turned to see an unfamiliar girl approaching. She was tall and busty, her hair a shocking shade of red. From the self-assured grin on her face and the way she carried herself, Rika knew immediately that the girl was a futa. “You look lost. Need some... help?” The dickgirl licked her lips as she asked, undressing Rika with her eyes.

Rika shook her head quickly. “N-no,” she said, holding her hands up, palms outward as if to ward off the stranger. “I'm fine.” She flashed a smile that she hoped looked sincere, trying very hard not to stare at the dickgirl's chest, which was accentuated nicely by the tight shirt she wore.

Apparently, the smile had not been sincere enough. “Oh, I think you do need help, little girl,” the stranger said with a smirk, stepping closer. Rika felt the heat of her body and felt her knees go weak. Dickgirl confidence was one of the sexiest aspects of their personality: They knew they were irrestistable and used that knowledge to get what they wanted. The redhead knew that Rika couldn't make herself refuse. She raised hand to brush her fingers against Rika's hair and down her jaw to her neck, but there it stopped, and a frown cr