As soon as Connor paid for them to enter, the ranch hands immediately scattered in different directions, with the full enthusiasm of livestock's first spring outing after the last frosts. Connor laughed, before continuing to chat a bit with the lady at the entrance. Oak stood there, watching. He had walked in with silas, and had fully intended on following the tiefling into whatever room held his fancy. But silas had gotten swept away in the initial rush of excitement. The brothel was separated into segments--private rooms were cordoned off, but most of the doorways held pictographic metal signs above so one could track down general preferences, if they had any. But there were a lot of doors. And even more small castings above them. Oak tried to make it look like he was perusing(eh) his options, but as [ranch hand] turned into a far room down the hallway that had a sign above it that could only be described as [???], oak was the only straggler left. The woman talking to Connor watched the halfling's body language shift. She nodded her head in his direction, and as Connor turned to look, oak, face completely flushed at this point, had chosen a direction and just began pointedly walking, head forward. But he didn't get far. "Oak'lahoma," Connors' voice rang out, stopping him dead in his tracks. He could feel his ears flush red. Of course this would happen. He turned back to face his boss. "I know this is probably all very new to you. But you have done an exceptional job these last few weeks..."Connor passed a few extra coins to the woman, who pocketed them. "Why don't you join me? I can show you around." Before Oak could think, Connor’s hand was on his back, and they had started walking towards one of the private rooms. "Well, maybe not exactly show you around, but rather... show you the ropes." Connor opened the door, [IDK IDK WHATEVER NOT IMPORTANT connor introducing some people to oak, establish connor charisma, some ppl oak works with also in the room bc they did a good job] Oak couldn't help but watch as the tiefling woman helped Connor undress. Connor kissed her ear, and the tiefling giggled, catching Oak's eye as her head turned to the side. "Don’t be shy halfling--this is our job, as much as handling livestock is yours." "Hell, we both handle cocks, don’t we!" One of the other workers, a half-elven man with a soft face, chuckled from his place kneeling on the ground, earning a few laughs from those not too otherwise occupied, before he went back to putting his words to work. Oak's coworker, some gnomish fellow with black hair who often hung out with silas, had fully discarded his pants and had his hands tangled in the half-elf's hair soon enough. Oak had to tear his eyes away, but it's not like (gnome) would have noticed anyway. The half-elf wasn't lying about his proficiencies. Towards the corner of the room, a familiar tiefling was laying on his back, sandwiched between two other bodies. Silas was as eager to please as ever, and if Oak didn't know better, he wouldn't have been able to tell which of the three worked here and which was from the ranch. Oak swallowed back some feeling deep in his chest. Maybe a few feelings. It's not important. [Oak watches some of his coworkers get intimate with the brothel workers (inc silas?) two endings--silas n connor?] "You keep staring Oak'lahoma." Connors voice startled oak out of his stupor. Oak turned to face him, face somehow managing to flush more red as he realized what state of undress his boss was in. "I was just- uhm. Trying to find my next partner," Oak mumbled, suddenly interested in the floor. Connor looked down at the fully dressed halfling standing before him, and stifled a smirk. The tiefling riding Connor's lap whispered something in his ear, to which Connor raised an eyebrow at. Hands on Connor's chest, she lifted herself from her place on top of Connor with a wet sound, revealing Connor fully erect where she had been settled just a moment earlier. Oak wasn't sure it was possible for his face to get any redder. And then the tiefling sauntered over to him, lifting his chin with a finger so he would meet her gaze. "I'm sure we could have some fun together," she said, eyes shining. And in a moment of confusion, Oak's eyes flitted from her dark ones, to Connor's eyes, and then to the current state of Connor's-- And the tiefling cocked her head to the side, letting a crooked smile find its place on her visage. "Oooor you could take my place," she cupped Oak’s face with one of her hands, "I'm always in the mood for a show" And Oak choked on whatever spit was left in his mouth. This, whatever was going on here, he couldn't do this. He turned to leave the way he came in, before a familiar voice stopped him in his tracks. "Oak'lahoma. Don't spurn the young lady." Connor's voice rang clearly in his ears as he turned back around to face the tiefling, who, at this point, looked simply overjoyed at whatever the fuck was going on. She bounded back over to Oak's side, before ducking down to his level once more. "You know, I was mostly joking with that one, but if it's really not me you're interested in, the least I can do get you nice and ready for him, halfling." She waved over at the half-elf who had finished with (gnome), and eagerly made his way over. The tiefling started unbuttoning oak's shirt "Let us know if there's anything you don't like--I promise we'll find you something you do," she said, barely looking up from where she was kneeling in front of oak. Oak jolted under the sudden touch of the half-elf who came up behind him, taking advantage of Oak's newly opened shirt to run his hands over Oak’s bare chest. Oak whimpered under his touch, before nearly biting down on his own tongue. The two workers exchanged amused looks. This was going to be fun. The half-elf grabbed Oak's chest, resting his chin on Oak's shoulder. Oak twitched under his grasp, and the tiefling moved down to oaks pants. "H-hey," Oak began, moving his hand to rest atop the tiefling’s. And, as the half-elf loosened his grip and moved his head back, his breath hit Oak’s neck. Oak felt his body buck into their grasp, and he clamped his hand over his mouth as an incriminating sound slipped past his lips. The tiefling paused, looking up at the two. And then the half-elf gently moved his hands across Oak's chest before grabbing each of Oak's wrists. He moves them away from Oak's body, to which Oak didnt put up a fight. He nods at the tiefling before moving his lips to the side of Oak's neck. Oak lets out a sharp gasp as the half-elf runs his tongue just under oak's ear. His whole body twitches as he exposes his neck more to the half-elf, who gently laps at his neck again. The tiefling takes the half-elf's place, running one of her hands up from oak's waistband to oak's chest, where she squeezes one of his tits, before swiping her thumb over his nipple. Oak presses his chest into her touch as his mouth opens with a sharp whine, which he again tries to cut short with his hand. However, the half-elf holds it firm in his grasp, giving oak's neck a slight nick with his teeth, turning oak's vocalizations into a full moan under their hands. At oak's next buck, the tiefling switches her focus back to his pants. With the half-elf keeping oak distracted, she efficiently discards of oak's belt, before unbuttoning his pants. Both his pants and underwear are gently guided down, their contact with oak's skin quickly replaced with one of the tiefling's hands as she slides it between his legs. "Oh Oak'lahoma, if you're this wet already, I might not have to do much!" (Voice ?? ugh) "Haah, that's n-- mmrf!" The moment Oak opens his mouth to respond, the half-elf drops his wrist in favor of covering his mouth. Oak latches onto his wrist(?) The half-elf bites oak's ear, eliciting another strangled gasp. And while oaks mouth is open, he guides his pointer finger in, letting it rest against oak's tongue. Oak reflexively clamps down, and the half-elf hisses. "Gently!" He chides, and oak makes a conscious effort to open his jaw. He looks at the half-elf through the corner of his eye, who gives him a small smile. "[tiefling stage name]'s about to go a little further. I'll move my hand if you want, but with how vocal you're being..." he trails off, leaving oak to come to his own conclusions. Oak thinks for a moment, tilting his head to meet [tief]'s gaze, before swallowing and running his tongue along the bottom of the half-elf's finger. "Good boy." The half-elf nods at the tiefling, who rubs her hand between oak's legs one more time, before slipping a finger into oak's slit. Oak's breath hitches, and he makes a sound around the half-elf's finger as his hips rock forward. He watches the tiefling slowly move her finger in and out, occasionally rubbing his clit with her thumb which makes him buck against her hand. When she looks up at him, Oak feels his face flush and averts his eyes. And ends up looking straight at Connor. Connor, who hasn't moved since the tiefling left his company. Well, except from the hand lazily keeping his dick at attention, all while watching the show Oak has accidentally found himself performing in. [oak emotions] "I'm putting another one in, Oak’lahoma," the tiefling cautions, and Oak grinds down on her hand, not listening. So she slips another finger into him. And Oak's knees buckle as he whines around the half-elf's fingers. And sees Connor's cock jump in his hand. The half-elf hisses out some curse as the halfling turns to dead weight in his grasp, and the tiefling steadies her hand in some attempt to not have Oak fall further between them. Oak manages to steady himself, shooting his free arm up and hooking it behind the half-elf's neck, before letting out a shaky breath. The tiefling looks up at the two of them, and the half-elf nods. "I've got him. Keep going." Tantalizingly slow, the tiefling drags her fingers out of Oak, which makes him wiggle around to try and get more friction. Oak makes a strangled protest, and in response, the half-elf slips another finger into his mouth. "Keep sucking on them, halfling," the half-elf commands, and Oak obliges, running his tongue on the underside of his fingers as he closes his mouth around them. The half-elf hums in approval. "I want to see what your mouth can do with something other than fingers inside of it," he whispers into Oak's ear, making the halfling jolt. The tiefling slides her fingers back into Oak, spreading them out when they're fully inside of him. Oak moans around the fingers in his mouth again, before sucking on them a little more eagerly as the tiefling repeats the motions. She laughs a little as Oak grinds down on her hand again, and moves her thumb against his clit "But not ‘til later, I suppose," the half-elf sighed, tracing the crowns of Oak’s molars. The little sounds Oak had started making were growing louder in volume as the tiefling continued to rub his clit. "You've got something else to do first." Oak's half-lidded eyes find their way back to Connor, and on the half-elf's cue, the tiefling slides her fingers out of Oak again. Oak tries to thrust against her one last time, and the whine he makes about the lack of contact suddenly is a lot louder as the half-elf pulls his fingers out of his mouth, a string of spit following them. The tiefling rubs her other hand against oak's inner thigh, and he twitches under the touch. She moves her hand down, grabbing under his knee before she pulls it up towards his chest. Oak whines again, legs now as spread open as his mouth is. He feels his arm fall as the half-elf hooks his arm under his extended leg, as he grabs it from the tiefling. Oak tightens his grip of the back of the half-elfs neck, now with one leg beneath him. He protests when the tiefling tries to do the same to his other leg, but the semi-coherent sentences fall on deaf ears as oak suddenly has no feet on the ground. The leg is handed off to the half-elf as well, and oak is being held above the ground, dripping slit on full display. And then the half-elf stands back up to his full height, hands fully digging into the underside of oak's thighs. He watches the tiefling bound over to connor's side, whispering in his ear again. Oak can't explain the shift in connor's expression-- he cant' name it. And the half-elf follows the tiefling's path, albeit slower. As they get closer, Oak can see the pre-cum glistening from the tip of connor's cock. Better to watch that than to meet connor's eyes at this point. Oak doesn't want to think about this any more than he has to, and really the only thought he has on his mind right now is how badly he needs something, anything, inside of him. Connor nods to the half-elf, who starts to lower oak onto his lap. The last rational part of oaks brain is protesting hard--this is your boss, you shouldnt let others use you like this, (etc). But then the heat of connors dick is pressing against oaks stomach as the half elf fully lets go of oak. And oak instinctively grinds against it, trapping it between both of their bodies body and connors. Connor lets out a breath as oak continues to grind against it, trying to get something to let him finish. But in serving himself, he's also teasing connor. Oak snaps out of his stupor by a pair of rough hands wrapping around his waist--connor’s hands. Which are lifting him off of his lap. Oak whines at the lack of contact. It felt good--had Connor not thought it felt good? Oh god, he was in the middle of having sex with his boss and it wasn’t even good, and-- And then oak felt something press against his entrance. Oh. Connor was pulling oak onto his dick. Connor wanted to be inside of him. Oh god The tip of Connors dick slipped inside of Oak easily. The tiefling did her job well, after all. Connor's hands were still in the process of slowly lowering oak down to take more of him inside. This whole ordeal was doing things to Oak. He didn't know where to look--should he be watching Connor enter him? He could feel his face flush more when he realized that's what Connor was doing, watching inch after inch slowly find its way into the halfling. Oak didn't need to watch. He could feel it happeningl. Connor wasn't necessarily large, but for Oak's size, many people far surpassed the threshold into the territory of "well-endowed." Oak whined and closed his eyes tight as he heard Connor's breathing shift, and Connor grew a little more impatient to see truly how much of himself Oak could take. The hands around oaks waist adjusted themselves, before the grip tightened. Oak had just a split second to brace himself before Connor sunk himself to his hilt. Oak let out a strangled noise, somewhere between "oak'lahoma, look at me," connor hissed. Oak kept his eyes shut. HIs options were limited here but maybe they could both just get off and then forget this happened. Connor could just pretend that he wasn’t fucking one of his farmhands and-- Oak felt a hand grab his face, and then the sensation of lips against his own. “It looks like we have an audience, Oak.” Connor lifted Oak up, before letting gravity pull Oak back down. The halfling gasped, Silas, finished with his own encounter, was giving them his full attention. He was still laying on his back, but