SEX-ARCADE BOOTH 019 DATA:
Subject: Tifa Lockhart
Occupation: Bar Hostess.
Hourly Charge: $ 300.00
Acquisition Date: 16/05/2015
Acquisition Level: Medium

​STORY: Tifa Lockhart – Part 1

001: Subject Data

Subject: Tifa Lockhart
Occupation: Bar Hostess
Charge Per Hour: $300.00
Acquisition date: 16/5/15
Acquisition level: Medium

Physical Characteristics:
Sex: Female
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 165 pounds
Bodytype: Busty
Hair: Brunette, long
Eyes: Brown
Age: 20
Blood Type: B

Clientele:
Male: 62%
Female: 38%*

Due to a recent policy change, transgender women will be filed under female and transgender men will be filed under male. This solution was favored by the staff over creating a separate category by more than 30%.

002: Mideel

Barret grunted. His massive arm cannon slammed into the mattress mere inches from her face, the thick metal making the bed’s frame groan under the weight of the impact. The brunette recoiled, wincing at the sensation of her sprawled hair being tugged. She slapped his thigh, to which he shifted.

Tifa exhaled as he lifted his arm. She swept her long locks to the other side of her sweaty scalp where they pooled on the wrinkled bedsheet. Now her hair was going to cling to her body like her drenched clothes. She sighed.

“That was close,” she said, eyeing the massive gun as it rested back into place.

“Sorry, hun.” He groped her ample bosom, squeezing it tightly as he drilled into her ass. The combined sweat of their bodies sustaining the lubrication of her fluids on his cock. The fat crown speared back and forth in her clenching flesh with ease. Each thrust squelched and made his chiseled body rub against her mostly bare back. “I am just really getting into it.”

“I can’t fix anything if my head is crushed.” She bit her lip as she thrust back against him as much as she could with her shorts around her knees.

“Don’t worry about my aim.” He retreated from her and thrust to the hilt several times in quick succession, each one slipping into her ring perfectly. He nuzzled her neck while she began to pant.

“Oh god, the way you fill me…” She grabbed at the soggy bedsheet as he picked up the pace, battering her ass with his meaty hips. He seized a handful of her long hair and pulled it back, making her gasp.

Through an open window behind the pair in congress, Alpha and Gamma silently observed. They stood under an awning of moldy wood and displaced branches, mostly concealed from view. Delta had taken position upon the roof of a multistoried building in a nearby corner of the village, watching the streets for wandering villagers. The only squad member with her cloak engaged was Beta.

The muscle of the group was likely beginning to lose her patience with the waste of her cloak’s power, Alpha’s leadership, the searing midnight heat… She would have to retreat into the forest to give her cloak time to recharge the way the mission was going.

Alpha backed away from the window and sighed, leaning against the building. The village had an unearthly glow in the dead of night that turned her white uniform teal, though it had not yet been submerged into the lifestream by Ultimate Weapon. It was only a matter of time until the beast arrived, if the timeline of the game was to be believed. However, as was becoming evident by the scene Gamma continued to spy on – clenching her thighs together – the disparity between these living worlds and the media they were borne out of (or was borne out of them) was significant.

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