1. Gamer. Part 1
  2. Gamer. Part 2
  3. Gamer. Part 3
  4. Gamer. Part 4

The street was late at night, which means the inn was overcrowded, many groups sat at the tables, relaxing at a mug of something hot, anticipating the most interesting part - the division of prey. Marianna held a mug of heated wine in her hand, sometimes taking a sip. In real life, she never drank wine hot, but after this “quest” she literally beat her chills. She could not even think that she would have to freeze at night at some drowned cemetery, and she also tore her clothes in the end. Not a game, but sheer frustration. The only thing she hoped for was her share of loot, as the rest of her group put it. So I had to sit to perform a tedious celebration in her opinion.

Finally, Kurt, their leader, raised his hand, calling for silence.
- So, gentlemen and ladies. We all here soberly assess our strength, we are still far from the pros, but the first steps are very encouraging. First of all, Lorian, this is for you.
Kurt pulled out of the inventory the only expensive item they received for completing the quest, bone bow. Elf took the gift, not at all hiding how glad he was.
- To sell it and share the money, I think it would be a bad idea. I decided to make a contribution for the future.

Everyone affirmatively nodded. Further, the commander laid out several stacks of coins of different heights and distributed them to the rest. At that, the official part was considered closed, the people recounted their income for today and began to diverge, although some expected to spend it right there. Some have already begun to look for the representatives of the ancient profession, in whose hand and earned money will settle.
Marianna scooped up her slide with money and put it in her purse, while simultaneously calling up the interface window, the numbers on the screen helpfully displayed her entire capital. The girl clicked on the icon next to the amount to find out how much she received in terms of real money.
- “Nine dollars? Nine fucking bucks !!? Yes, clothing repair will eat most of this, not to mention everything else. ”

She obviously did not agree with this situation.
- Kurt, wait.
- What? - the warrior put the mug on the table and looked at it.
- I'm about my share. There is some kind of mistake.
- No mistake, I divided everything that I managed to get into more or less equal parts depending on the contribution of each.
“I just disagree with that, why did you give the bow to Loriana?” And he turned out to be obviously more money than me. We are both archers. This is unfair.
- Because he did the work for two, guess instead of whom, and with the new bow he will become even more useful next time. You may disagree as much as you like, but the deed is done and nothing will change.

- Wait, I demand ...
- Required? Seriously? I took you only because half of the team had a riser on you, an elf with a fourth size and also in a short skirt. It was immediately clear that the case was rubbish, but people stumbled "take it, maybe it is not so bad." Well, you never know, can a person have such an image, do not judge by the first impression. And what happened? What did you say? Shoot the necromancer so that he does not swing his arms or cast spells, but in the end Lorian took over himself, say thank you for shooting accurately and everything ended well. What did you do at that moment? I shot skeletons, skeletons, your mother, whom you could not do anything.
- I was scared ...
- That they will get to you, on the roof of the crypt, on which you sat. Do you even think with your head.
- I'm not guilty, I just have little experience.
“That's exactly why you got less.” What other questions?
Kurt stared at her with an unblinking gaze, which made Marianna want to give him the full amount. She swung already hand ...
“Come on, give me a reason to get you out of here and tumble in the sand.”

His face was so calm and confident that the girl’s hand sank by itself and in impotent rage she only stamped her boot.
“Okay, Marussia, you tired me out, probably here we will say goodbye,” Kurt made several manipulations with his hands and the girl received a notification that she was expelled from the group, “Good luck with the next party.”
Kurt's body began to gradually dissolve until it finally disappeared, which indicated that the person had left the game. Marianna, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with impotent anger, which was required to pour out on someone. The girl went to the counter.
- Something stronger.
“And I'll pay for the lady.”
Rikbitt, another warrior from her group, now a former group, joined her.
- I already saw the message, condolences.
“Let him go,” the elf knocked over the pile in one gulp, “I was rude, and I wanted to hit.” The same to me the man.

Rikbit made the innkeeper sign to repeat the order and pour him the same. When the glasses were full again, he continued.
- It happens, never mind, and I know a great way to forget the sadness. Actually you have it in your hand.
The girl just grinned and knocked over the second portion. Alcohol was no worse than in the real world. Marianna already felt how warmly spreads over her body and relaxation comes.
- I told you that will help.
- And you do not stick to me, eh?
- Yes, this is exactly what I am doing.

She looked at the satellite again, with a very different look. Either her anger prevented her from thinking, or the discouraging bluntness of the man, or the alcohol did its job, or, more likely, all this taken together. And what the hell, it's just a game, there is no one in this building, and there is no building, lines of code.
“Buy one more and go upstairs.”
Warrior twice did not have to ask. And now they were standing near the door.
“You open it,” said the warrior.

Marianne did not object. All the private rooms in the whole game worked this way. Opening it, you find yourself in a unique room belonging to the one who opened the door. The girl did not mind that this would be her room, although she had not yet engaged in her arrangement, and apart from the table, there were nothing there, a couple of chairs and a bed, but at least she would not have to leave.
Rikbita didn’t seem to care at all. Turning the elf to his face, he roughly kissed her. The girl immediately felt his tongue in her mouth, which unceremoniously began to explore a new space. From such directness and pressure she was slightly taken aback, and then began to be excited. There is something primitive about this, a woman who obeys brute force. Rikbit was the personification of this, and

Marianne liked this.
The man did not intend to lose time, quickly turning the girl back to himself, he pressed her back, ordering her to bend over and put his hands on the table. Quickly pulling off her panties, he spread her legs Marianna, and threw her skirt on her back. Before the eyes of men was lusty little hole. Quickly getting rid of his pants, a man without prefaces burst inside.
He didn’t have particularly inventive caresses, or rather didn’t use them at all, but he compensated everything with his head and the girl simply lost his low bestial roar, every time he forced his cock down to the womb. He moved powerfully and inevitably, the sensations of mild pain mixed with pleasure, turning into a first-class cocktail. And everything else he was surprisingly enduring, this swotting did not stop for a moment, on the contrary, the closer Rikbit approached the final, the more furious his tremors became. Marianna began to darken in the eyes of the incessant rolling waves of pleasure inside her, her hands ceased to obey and she was simply light on the table, letting the man do what he wanted, but he did not think to slow down. Push, it is covered with a wave, another push, yet, Marianne finally shakes the orgasm, the body becomes wadded and the girl closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation. The man also does not move, she feels as he slowly leaves her bosom, nothing else holds her and she sinks to her knees.

“It was not bad,” he takes the girl by the hair and turns her face towards him, glaring at him with the last kiss, “I hope somehow to repeat.
Taking up his pants, the man headed for the exit, simultaneously throwing something on the table, there was a metallic sound. When Rikbit left, the girl stood up and sat down on a chair, catching her breath. A small bag of coins lay on the table in rows with her. Throwing them into the wallet, the interface indicated that it had become richer by another five dollars.
- Well, you're cheap, Masha.
She had no strength to laugh or be angry. She already wanted to close the window, as her eyes were drawn to the alert icon. Clicking on it on the screen turned the text.

Money in exchange for the body. An ancient deal that captivates with its simplicity.
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- Hmm ...

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