CHAPTER 5
“Welcome back, Cherry.” The booth bot makes a fluttering sound over my head and I take a deep breath, happy to be back in my locker room. “Your appointment is in twenty minutes.”
“Thank you.”
I could go into the booth as I am now—hair askew, no make up aside from the permanent stuff Kita convinced me to do a year ago—after all, he’s not going to see me. But I came in early so that I could look nice… I do it for me, since he’s not going to see it.
Every time I’ve stepped into the booth, it’s been for me. So today, when I’m stepping into it for him, I need that little reminder that it’s for me first.
I do my makeup like I would if this was a real date, but I put my hair up in the same bun I always do. Looking at myself, studying the shimmer on my cheeks, I nod, approving of myself.
With the exception of the booth uniform… I’d totally go out on a date like this.
“Your appointment has arrived.”
I glance at the clock.
He’s early, too. I like that.
“There is no need to rush, but you may join him whenever you like.”
I want to get started. And, since it’s a reservation, I don’t go to the waiting room, the locker room door opens directly into the booth.
When I step inside, it doesn’t give me the usual song and dance.
The walls are different too… and not simply because there aren’t any holes.
The “front” wall pulses with pale light and I can see the faint shape of him on the other side.
His silhouette is almost human from the waist up, except for the no-arms thing. His hair is—the tendrils on top of his head are—shorter than any of the Opodeans I know and that lets me release a little sigh of relief. I cannot shake the worry that I know him in the world outside these walls.
One tentacle reaches through the wall and I take it, letting him wrap around my wrist and pull me closer.
“Your client has requested voice permissions.”
It feels like I’ve waived so many anonymity protocols already.
“Granted.” And when the booth makes a triumphant sound, I say, “Hi. I’m glad you came in today.”
“So am I.”
Lifting his tentacle to my lips, I kiss him and it pulses pink.
“I like when you visit.”
More tentacles fold out of the wall and I look up at his silhouette as they trace my body.
“There’s nothing I look forward to more.”
He helps me get my shirt off and his suckers curl around my breasts.
When one slips into my shorts, sliding along my pussy, I gasp. “Sirin?”
His name is breathy, and I don’t know what I meant to ask as he slides along me again.
“I like the way my name sounds from your lips,” he says as his tentacles wrap around my legs and pull me close.
“I think you’ll like it better when you hear me scream it.”
All of his tentacles tighten and then he chuckles. “I have a feeling I’ll love it.”
Two tentacles pull off my shorts, and two more caress my ass, suctioning on and holding me tightly.
“I’ve never been able to ask what you want before. I want to know, now.”
“Well, I’m glad you speak English… but then again, I know that it’s an easy language to learn.”
“Not the easiest, but certainly not the hardest by any means.”
“Did you learn it for me?” I ask, knowing it’s ridiculous.
“I would love to tell you yes, but… I speak thirty-seven languages. My job requires it.
Fuck. “That job of yours definitely works out for me.
“It brought you here. It means we can talk…”
One of his tentacles caresses my cheek.
“Do you want to hear something funny?” I ask as I move one tentacle’s suckers over my left nipple.
“Yes.” Another tentacle mirrors the movement on my other breast.
My eyes flutter closed as they suck.
“For a moment today, I worried you were one of my friend’s friends.”
“I told you, I don’t have friends.”
“Sure, but…” I probably shouldn’t say it. I do anyway. “Men lie.”
“I don’t.”
When I don’t say anything, one of his tentacles brushes beneath my chin. “What do you think I’ve lied about?”
“Nothing, but you have set your parameters to keep you from speaking certain truths.” I catch the tentacle in my hand before it would disappear and kiss the back of it.
“I don’t need you to tell me anything. But I do need you to understand that you’re not entirely honest when you’re here. And that’s okay.”
“I would cut out my tongue before I lied to you, Cherry. You’re the only person I’ve wanted to make time for in years… I won’t do anything to lose this connection I feel to you.”
His tentacle that had been caressing me before presses deep into me and I gasp as I tighten around him.
“I can’t break rules, but you make me want to. You make me want to ignore responsibilities and leave tasks abandoned if I could come to you instead.”
He turns me around and holds me against the wall as his tentacles suck at my skin and toy with my pussy.
I help as much as I am able, but he holds me still and I can only close my eyes and let him do as he pleases.
“Do you like it, Cherry?”
I like the way he says my name, too. “Yes.”
He is perfect and still, I want more.
“Sirin? Will you put another tentacle in?”
A second snakes up my leg and presses into my pussy alongside the first.
I whimper at the fullness and hear him groan in response.
“Hard?” He asks. “Or soft?”
“Yes.” I laugh, even though it’s broken by gasps and tremors. “Please don’t make me choose.”
A tentacle wraps around my throat, the suckers kissing at my neck.
He teases me, softly at first, until I beg for more. He doesn’t make me choose… but he does make me ask, and when I’m panting, almost beyond reason, the tentacles inside me pull apart, stretching me even wider.
“Can I come in you again?” His voice is strained.
“God, yes.”
His cock presses deep between those tentacles and my eyes flutter closed only to snap open again. With his first thrust, the sucker that was gently teasing my clit pulls sharply and that spike of pleasure is so sharp and sweet…
I cry out, his name is a broken shadow of a word.
“I was right,” he says, the words are quiet as a whisper. “I do love it.”
He doesn’t relent and my body doesn’t either. My orgasm barely ebbs before my body starts to shake with a second.
Being each others’ sex toys had been hot. This… it feels like I’ve ignited.
“Please, Sirin,” I whisper the words, too. I don’t know if he hears them as I say, “Please come for me. Fill me.”
Maybe it was my request, maybe it was just good timing, but he groans a moment later and I clench around him, my body demanding his inky cum.
I breathe through the last of my body’s reactions as he whispers words I don’t know and slowly his tentacles ease from me.
“Will you be upset if I reserve your next session?”
“No.” I shudder a sigh and his cock eases from me. “I want to see you every chance I get.”
He disappears, the session is over, and I feel… I feel electric. Sinking to my knees, his cum pools out of me onto the floor, and a thought sparks.
“Offer him a photo.”
“That voids several of your security protocols. Do you want to waive anonymity?”
I shouldn’t. “Yes.”
Posing feels silly, but when the bot shows me for approval, I feel so sexy.
I send it away and sit back against the wall instead of going to my locker room right away.
Fingers slicked in his cum, I swirl them around my clit until I come one more time to the thought of him looking at me while he strokes himself later.
When the last orgasm subsides, I realize my mistake.
Staring at my stained fingers, all I can say is… “Oops.”