Mia The Contortionist: Tavern Sluts #2

By Pat Powers

Come explore the science fiction of sex in a world that's an unending sex party for everyone if they want it to be – and they do.

Mia has the best sex toys ever! She has nanotech augments in her mouth, butt and brain that let her experience sexual sensations that an unaugmented human never could. She also has nanotech augments that make her a contortionist, bendier than any unaugmented human being could ever be. And she has augments that let her share sexual pleasure sensations with her partners.

Mia is having boyfriend issues, though, because she's a natural-born slut. She wants lots of sex with lots of boys, and hence has trouble doling out her favors to keep boys interested. She's a very giving woman. But there's a solution for her: the slut tavern, where you can make love to lots and lots of boys (and girls) and make lots and lots of creds to augment your Basic Income.

And bendy women like Mia are oh, so welcome at slut taverns. Because Mia liked to bend her will to others' needs just as much as she liked bending her body. Taver sluts like Mia get to play the role of kinky sex slaves to the customers who come in AND they get paid for it! Their every sexually submissive desire comes true, as the Masters and Mistresses who come in dominate them and put them through their paces, to everyone's delight.

It's a dream of unbridled sexual pleasure for a slut like Mia, and it's about time some bold science fiction writer wrote a raunchy exploration of that dream, instead of focusing on ugly aliens that want Earth women for immoral porpoises. (Author pauses to gaze nobly into the distance as an unseen wind ruffles his curly locks.)

Dig in and enjoy the ride!

This science fiction erotica novella is a little over 22,000 words long and is part of the Basic Income universe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pat Powers
• Release date: May 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005602192

Pat Powers

Pat Powers may not be the most interesting man in the world, but when he writes about himself in the third person, he tries to make people think so.A former sex droid designer and professional cyclist, he had an epiphany after winning the Tour de France for the third time. He realized that writing erotica was a lot easier than bicycling up mountains. (Riding down mountains is actually easier than writing erotica, but much more physically dangerous.) Powers decided to write erotica for his own comfort and safety and the enjoyment of his many thoroughly satisfied readers.And the rest, as they say, is history. Powers has become the most famous unknown author in his genre, and has amassed a fortune in words.

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Tavern Slut #2:

Mia the Contortionist

Copyright 2017 by Pat Powers

Disclaimer

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any persons, places, things or events in this book to any real person, places, things or events is strictly coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

About Pat Powers

Other Books and Stories on Smashwords

Words of Caution About Other, Lesser Publishers

Collar World Books By Pat Powers

Books and Stories By Pat Powers Published Elsewhere

Chapter 1

I swear, girl, why don't you just give it up and become a tavern slut?

C'mon, Mia, all of us are going out to Smashgardens for beer and dancing and maybe some virtual questing, said Andrea, gazing down at Mia from her wall screen.

Oh, I can't Andrea, my Basic account is pretty much empty for the next few days, said Mia, looking unhappy. She would have loved to go. Nights out with Mia and the gang were always fun.

Well hit Barry up for some creds, said Andrea. Isn't he the current one?

He is, said Mia. But he's … kinda lost interest.

Oh, Mia, not AGAIN!? Andrea cried.

I'm afraid so, Mia said ruefully.

How long? Andrea asked.

About three weeks, said Mia.

Mia, you've only been GOING with him for a month! Andrea said.

I know, I know, said Mia. You gotta string them along. But Barry is SO sexy, and I REALLY wanted it.

And now he's ghosting on you, Andrea said.

Big time, Mia said ruefully.

He's probably got another girl, said Andrea, echoing a thought that Mia had been having for some time.

Prolly, Mia agreed glumly.

Well I have to hand it to you, three weeks is a long time to keep a boy after giving up the goods, said Andrea. I guess that bendy stuff really has a pull. And … you gave Barry all the goods the first time, right?

Well, yes, I emptied the whole bag, said Mia. But I WANTED to, it had been TWO WEEKS with no sex since Michael.

Two whole weeks, Andrea said mockingly. I swear, girl, why don't you just give it up and become a tavern slut? All the sex you can handle and I hear the tips can be very nice. And even when they're aren't nice, they're something.

Don't think I haven't thought about it, said Mia. It was half in jest -- tavern sluts were the worst, the enemy of all true women, giving up the sex to anyone who bought a drink at a slut tavern.

Andrea sighed, quite a sight as her breasts were large and bouncy. Fine, I'll hit Darien up for some creds, tell him they're for me and give them to you. You're too much fun to leave at home.

No, thanks Andrea, I do appreciate it, but I have to, you know, take responsibility for my mistakes, said Mia. Maybe a few nights sitting at home will help me develop some powers of resistance to guys.

It seems to have the opposite effect on you, Andrea observed. But if that's what you want, I suppose I can't drag you out. Andrea was actually relieved. She hadn't really wanted to ask Jamie for some creds, it would upset the delicate balance of her relationship with him and put her farther in debt to him than she cared to be. She would have to let some pussy out of the bag, and she'd already let a lot of pussy out. She knew how to string a guy along at least. But she'd felt obligated to at least try to help her friend.

No, you can't, Mia said with a firmness she really didn't feel. She really wanted to go out with Andrea. You go out and have fun on my behalf.

All right, I will, said Andrea. And you stay in your room and do penance for all the things I'm going to do tonight.

Sounds like a deal, Mia said, smiling. Keep me posted on the fun.

You betcha, said Andrea, her image vanishing from the wall.

Mia sighed and switched the video to a music video feed, the Clabbering Girls singing Til The Cows Come Home. The upbeat, catchy tune did little to lift her spirits, however. Impulsively, she ordered up a dinner of lobster thermidor and a glass of Chianti from the printer. At least food was free.

She sat eating her lobster and thought about her prospects for the evening. She could put on the stimsuit she'd bought shortly after turning 18, her only real extravagance if you didn't count all the clothes. The clothes themselves were cheap, all printed, but there were a LOT of them. They had long since spewed out of her closet and lay in piles and boxes all over her room. Mia liked clothes. Especially sexy clothes.

With the stimsuit, virtual sex could be a lot of fun. But not NEARLY as much as the real thing. There was just something about doing it with a real live boy that was better than anything else. And thank god, real live boys felt the same way about real live girls, mostly.

Still, it was something, better than sitting alone in her room and watching videos.

Why don't you just give up and be a tavern slut? Mia muttered, echoing Andrea's words. It would have been an insult coming from anyone but her best friend. But she knew her friend meant the best for her.

Mia thought about being in a tavern, serving boys naked, bent over a table and being fucked by them right there in the middle of everything, or even kneeling before one, sucking his cock in the middle of the dining room.

That happened a lot in slut taverns, Mia understood. And it had sounded like so much fun to Mia. But she'd always had to hide that response from Andrea and her other friends. Well, not so much from Andrea, her bestie, but all the others, definitely. Tavern sluts were the Enemy.

And as she sat there thinking about being fucked by a lot of boys, Mia SO wanted to join the enemy. The more she thought about it, the more she liked it. She switched on and adult feed and watched some promotional vids for a few slut taverns.

It only took about fifteen minutes before she dialed up the number of the Smiling Slut Tavern out on Interstate 95.

Hello, Mistress, how may I serve you today? asked a red-haired girl in a bikini top, collar and cuffs.

I, uh, I want to apply to become a tavern slut, said Mia, feeling a little uncertain all of a sudden. It was such a big thing. It was supposed to be so wrong. But it felt so right.

Good for you! said the redhead cheerfully. Let me get you over to Fawna, she handles all the personnel decisions.

Thank you, said Mia. That good for you! had cheered her for some reason.

A moment later the wall screen clicked over to an image of an older but still very attractive woman with silvery blond hair and large, deep blue eyes and wide lips that seemed on the verge of a smile much of the time. Her eyes were what made her look older, they