18 Venice's Taboo Transaction (R-18)

"Miss Venice, are you comfortable with the arrangement?" Kevin inquired, addressing the woman seated in front of him. Despite her weary appearance and hints of anticipation and regret, Kevin's focus lay solely on her yin energy, which ignited his desire.

"Yes, I am, but only if you're willing to pay," Venice responded, her hazel-black eyes fixed on Kevin. Behind her stoic facade, she concealed her true emotions, maintaining a tough exterior.

"Naturally, I am prepared to compensate you. How much do you require?" Kevin asked, memories of his past life resurfacing as he empathized with Venice's situation.

"300 units," she stated, a hint of hesitation crossing her face.

"How about we make it 400?" Kevin proposed after a moment's contemplation.

"400 units? That's way less than I can accept... Wait, did you say 400 units?" Venice exclaimed with surprise, her initial hesitation replaced by astonishment as Kevin unexpectedly increased the offer.

Kevin flashed a sly grin, enjoying Venice's reaction. "Indeed, 400 units. Consider it a generous gesture on my part," he replied, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and confidence.

Venice's eyes widened as she processed the unexpected turn of events. "Well, if you're offering 400 units, then I suppose I can agree to your terms," she conceded, her voice betraying a mix of relief and curiosity.

"Excellent," Kevin said, his voice laced with satisfaction. "We have a deal then."

"where are we gonna do that?" Venice asked with bit of shame and hesitation.

"We could have found a hotel in the city, but I have some work to attend to afterwards. How about we do it here?" Kevin proposed, surprising Venice.

"Here? In the bus?" she asked, her voice filled with residual shock and uncertainty.

Kevin nodded, undeterred by her hesitation. "Don't worry, no one else will be boarding the bus except for Sia. And she can handle the driving while we indulge ourselves in the back," he reassured, his intentions clear.

Without waiting for Venice's approval, Kevin signaled for Sia to board the bus. Sia complied and glanced at Venice, noting her troubled expression and flushed cheeks.

"What did you say to her?" Sia inquired, concerned for her friend's well-being.

"For now, nothing important," Kevin replied with a mischievous smile. "Do you know how to drive this bus?"

Sia nodded, intrigued by Kevin's request. "Yes, I can drive it."

"Great, then start driving," Kevin instructed, his smile growing wider.

Sia wanted to inquire further, but held her questions as she observed Kevin walking towards Venice, a flicker of anger in her eyes.

"Miss Venice, let's move to the back seat. It's more spacious and suitable for our needs," Kevin suggested, his smile masking his true intentions, as he led the way to the rear of the bus where the seats were larger and more accommodating.

Kevin settled into his seat and watched as Venice approached him, her steps hesitant. He paid little mind to her hesitation, instead letting his gaze wander over her body. She wore a light pink shirt and pants which were slightly darker shade than her shirts. The loose-fitting clothes did little to conceal the curves that caught Kevin's attention.

Her chest, though not as large as Sia's, still boasted a noticeable shape. Kevin's eyes roamed down to her hips, which possessed a pleasing roundness that he couldn't help but appreciate.

Venice hesitantly approached and was about to take a seat beside Kevin when he gestured towards the space between his legs.

"Sit here," Kevin instructed, pointing to the intimate spot.

Venice hesitated, glancing out the bus window and realizing that they were now en route to the city with no stops along the way. The journey would take over an hour, leaving her with little choice. With a mix of apprehension and resignation, she positioned herself between Kevin's legs.

Kevin's thoughts raced as he fought his own desires. 'I don't want to have sex, but...why my body reacting so strongly to women's every time?' he reflected, the scent of Venice's femininity enticing his senses.

His hand gently rested on her waist, causing her body to tense at the touch. Her waist was slim and curved, with a hint of belly fat that had accumulated over the years. Despite any insecurities she may have had, Kevin found pleasure in the softness of her skin. His lips then ventured towards her exposed neck.

Venice shuddered at the sensation, her body instinctively arching as she closed her eyes tightly.

'He's touching my fat belly....how embarrassing....' Venice thought, feeling self-conscious about her slightly protruding belly, which had affected her confidence in intimate encounters with her husband.

She desperately wanted to shed the excess fat, but time was a luxury she couldn't afford. Being financially strapped, both she and her husband had to work tirelessly to make ends meet. Her job as a bus driver involved sitting for extended periods, further exacerbating the challenge of losing weight.

To make matters worse, her husband showed little concern for her struggles and engaged in numerous extramarital affairs. Caught in a cycle of tension and poverty, she made a difficult decision—to follow in his footsteps, not for mere carnal pleasure but for a greater purpose: financial stability. Her ultimate goal was to provide a better life for their children, even if it meant sacrificing some of her dignity along the way.

'Is he also disgusted by it?' Venice couldn't help but wonder if Kevin was also repulsed by her less-than-ideal figure. She was plagued by insecurities, fearing that her perceived flaws would make men find her undesirable. Yet, as her thoughts consumed her, she felt Kevin's hands continuing their explorations, brushing against her exposed skin.

"You have a beautiful body, Miss Venice," Kevin complimented, his hands now venturing beneath her shirt, causing her to blush even more. Overwhelmed by a mix of sensations and emotions, Venice remained silent, her face flushed, surrendering to Kevin's exploration.

Kevin's hands eagerly explored her body, his fingers grazing her stomach. With a bold move, he slid his hand beneath her pants, baring her plain black underwear. His second hand moved with equal speed, finding its way to her breasts. Kevin's fingers aligned in sync with their fervent pace, brushing against her aroused nipple and moist entrance