Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Steampunk Harlots - Chapter 01

Everyone expected a war between the old ways of magic and the new ways of steam upon the invention of the steam engine. However, people quickly learned that synthesizing the two did more than anyone realized. Instead of a steam engine that could merely power trains and factories, it was made to power airships and augment spells. There was a frenzy of development throughout the world, as every day brought a dozen new inventions. While there were inevitably those who fundamentally opposed one side or the other, most people welcomed the change and the improvements it brought. A war between the old and the new was averted despite the pessimistic predictions of many.

However, as those who remembered the time before steam grew grey and withered, the raw resource used in making steam engines, more than their technology allowed, was rumoured to have become scarce. There was now a rush to find the element called Ember, the raw magic that had bonded with fossil fuels in the ground over centuries. Mines are being dug deeper as prospectors scour for new sources. Heavy contestation over ownership of all sources is escalating tensions. As a result, the tried and true method of settling debates has come back with full fury. War is on the horizon as each nation is quickly industrializing its military.

In the most blissfully unaware state possible, the most critical element in the war to come was getting herself drunk in a bar, with no idea of the role she would play.

"Don't you ...

... think you've had enough?" Miller, the barkeep, teased his favourite customer.

She was not his favourite because she paid her bills or avoided needing to be thrown out. Instead, he enjoyed having a fun-loving, red-haired woman with a fantastic figure and ample bosom in his bar. That, and the fact was that she was bringing in customers simply by being there, by sitting, with her well-toned bum, on his bar stool. Her tight white top, ever so slightly see-through, clearly showing off her black bra, distracted him enough to almost miss her response.

"I will give up drinking when people stop buying them for me. When do you think that will be?" Although she never really found the old and overweight barkeep attractive, she always favoured him with a smile and her most playful voice.

"Last call as always, I guess." He chuckled.

The exchange was not what it seemed. It was a planned conversation and his way of letting her know when a man she had brought home in the past walked in. The last-call bit was to let her know the old fling was avoiding her. If he felt there might be a ruckus, he would suggest she buy her own drinks to help her cut down. Not that she was shy about how she had fun, but it would rather spoil things if those buying her drinks knew.

"Damn… Now here comes real trouble," Miller announced.

"And hello to you, too!" The new arrival exclaimed as she sat down at the bar. "Hey, Hannah. Get laid yet?"

"Just my landlord's son at lunch. So my rent is paid." ...