CHAPTER 1
I’m first in line today and the booth is full of tentacles.
I don’t know if it’s because tentacles are popular, or if Phantom has started advertising more to that kind of alien, but this is definitely more than I’ve ever seen at once.
There are dozens of options for me this time around, but only one of the squares is lit up bright. The pink heart in one corner makes me smile.
“Hello again.”
The Opodean, who is definitely not my best friend’s brother, moves his tentacles like he’s waving at me and I hold my hand out to them, letting him catch hold and toy with my fingers as he caresses me.
I should choose someone else today.
I’ve picked him every time he’s been on offer and I know that’s not a great way to do this job—even if he is a phenomenal tipper—but also… it’s not against the rules to have regular clients. I wouldn’t be surprised if Peach wound up married to her Glantanian.
It’s not against the rules to get paid to play out a ridiculous fantasy, even if it’s definitely not advisable.
I’m here to have my fun, and get paid for it without any judgement. And right now, I’m the only one judgemental about what I do in here.
No one commented on the stains his cum left on my skin the last time. They’re still there. And the booth uniform shows them off instead of hiding them.
I do a little count in my head and wonder…
It almost feels like every time he comes back is right before they’d be gone. As if he wants to make sure the stains never completely fade.
As if he wants me to remember I’m his.
I bite my tongue and let him fondle my breasts beneath the uniform crop top. He caresses every curve and bump like he wants to be certain no part of me has changed.
Letting him explore, I look at all the others on offer, but none of them make me want to step away from my anonymous Opodean lover.
Even though I feel like I shouldn’t, I press the commands to select him from the options and tell myself this is the last time I take him.
At least for a while.
Or, if this isn’t the last time, next time I’ll add a second client to the session…
I know it’s a lie before I finish the thought.
I don’t want anyone else intruding on this fantasy.
I cringe at the way that makes me seem like an addict.
“Selection confirmed.”
The bot starts my playlist as the other tentacles disappear and the lights shift and dim.
“Do you have any special requests for this session?”
“Nope, just my usual parameters for this client.” Anything goes as long as he doesn’t tell me his name, and neither of us see each other.
I know he’s been given the proverbial “green light” when his tentacles turn and slip into my booty shorts, pulling them down, so even more tentacles can explore the small bit of me that had previously been off limits.
Pulling my shirt off for him, I close my eyes when one tentacle wraps around my breast and another slides between my legs.
When it drags along my pussy, I shiver.
One of his tentacles cups my wrist, twisting around my palm and curling until he’s holding my hand. He squeezes, gently.
“He has asked to deliver you a message.”
Eyes snapping open, I lean into the tentacle caressing my cheek. “What’s the message?”
The wall lights with neat writing that spells out three short words.
I missed you.
They’re in English. “Did you translate?”
“No.”
It doesn’t elaborate and I shouldn’t be too surprised.
Kita told me that English, even with its “odd” alphabet” is fairly easy for Opodeans to learn.
But seeing it spelled out in front of me as his tentacles explore my body…
“You can reply. Write whatever you want to say on any of my surfaces and I will deliver it to him.”
I need to respond. I want to respond. But my fingers still tremble as I press my finger to the wall beside me.
I write out four words in reply and ask, “Will you check my spelling?”
“All words are correct. Syntax is within understandable parameters.”
“Okay, send it.” I don’t want him to think I’m fluent.
His tentacles squeeze me tighter and I know he’s read it.
I didn’t even have to lie… I’ve missed him too.