Chapter 5
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EVEREST
Iget a phone call from the clinic the next morning, waking me up from a particularly hot dream about the Vyastil and his tongue.
“Hello, this is Cynthia from New Beginnings Clinic. I’m calling for Everest Hale.”
“This is him.”
“Before we get started, can you verify your date of birth and address, please?”
I rattle them off as she hums into the receiver. My stomach is squirming. Was there a problem with what I’d done with the Vyastil commander? Oh god, did my cum make him sick?
“Thank you, Mr. Hale. I was just calling to see if you’re free today for a last-minute appointment.”
My heart races in my chest. That fucker. He requested me, didn’t he?
“You were requested,” she adds as though she’s reading my mind.
“By whom?” I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it. Not to mention, I realize I don’t know his name.
The fact that he went this far does appeal to my ego a little, but still. I told him I couldn’t be there until next week. Someone needs to teach that monster how to listen.
“I’m not at liberty to give out the identity over the phone. But I can tell you there’s a stipend we can offer in cases like this. We realize that your presence is only required once a week. Anything outside of that will be compensated.”
I roll over in bed, my dick still hard from the dream I had. This sounds an awful lot like those cum farms Sai was talking about. Only, I guess, government-issued.
“How much?” I ask. I clear my throat, my voice still rough from sleep.
“Fifty dollars.”
Exactly the same amount as the cum farm. Only this won’t be some testicle-milking machine. It’ll be someone’s mouth.
His mouth. She won’t tell me his name, but I don’t really need her to. I’ve only been with one monster.
Part of me wants to say no because I don’t want to face the smug look on his face when I turn up, but honestly, I could use the cash.
“Fine. When should I be there?”
“Does this morning work? We can fit you in at nine-thirty.”
I glance at the clock and realize that it only leaves me half an hour to get ready and get there. But I don’t really need to shower for him, do I?
He only cares about my apparently tasty cum, so…
“Yeah, I can do that.”
“Wonderful, Mr. Hale. See you then.”
I rumble off a goodbye and then pull a pillow over my head. Guess my dream last night is literally going to come true.
I only lie there a minute before pushing myself up and getting dressed so that I have enough time to make it over.
I don’t have time for breakfast, but I soothe myself by promising to grab something decadent to eat on the way home with my sweet, sweet fifty bucks.
What a fucking treat.
Hopping in my car, I make the ten-minute drive across town, and when I step out, I see that long line again. They’re standing like zombies, eyes focused on the door, a security guard standing watch.
Poor fuckers, I think as I pull the door open, walk to the counter, and check in. I wonder what makes my cum so different from theirs.
It’s a little scary, if I’m being honest. I’ve never bothered trying to make it taste good with pineapple or whatever ridiculous trend is going around.
So, why am I being called in when there’s a line of people almost wrapped around the side of the building?
I suppose it doesn’t matter, really. I’m here. They’re not. I get fifty bucks and get to get off in the process.
Win-win, I think.
Music is playing over the speakers, different from what was on last time. I think it’s supposed to be relaxing, but it only makes me more jittery as I put my number in and then wait in the uncomfortable lobby chair to be called back.
A minute later, Kelsea from two days ago appears from the side door to escort me back to the lockers.
“Well, well, Everest. Good to see you again so soon.”
My cheeks flush at the implication. I wouldn’t be here if I had a choice. But when money’s involved, I don’t really consider that a choice.
“Yeah, I had a request for my time.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Is that…normal?” I can’t help but ask as I grab the gown.
She tilts her head to regard me. “No, it’s not. It happens, but it’s pretty rare. And for someone like—” She stops herself, and I wait.
“Someone like…?”
Shaking her head, she waves me off. “Never mind. You’re just one of the lucky ones. There’s a whole line waiting out there, hoping to get in. But I can’t pretend to understand why monsters like some people and not others.”
So, it’s not just me, but it’s also not most people. Interesting. I file that away for later as I shove my phone and shoes into the locker.
I can’t really decide if I’m actually lucky. I mean, most people don’t get paid for this, so that’s something. And the Vyastil commander was very into me. Or, well, the taste of me.
He didn’t seem to like me as a person much, not that I give a shit.
The moment I’m alone, I swap from my clothes into the gown, then poke my head around the corner to find Kelsea tapping away on the small tablet she carries. She looks up and meets my gaze with a small smile.
“All ready?”
“I guess so.” How ready can anyone be for this?
She doesn’t seem to notice the conflict on my face as she taps her clipboard against the doorframe and says, “I believe you still know what to do.”
“Yep.” There’s not a chance in hell I’ll ever forget.
Her smile widens. “Great. See you on the other side.”
And then she closes the door and leaves.
I glance around, and god, are the lights brighter than they were before? The room is the same, but it also feels strange and alien.
Maybe it’s my panic. Maybe it’s regret for choosing to do this again so soon.
My chest feels a little tight as I strip the gown off and sit in the chair. This is a last-minute appointment, so I have no idea how long the Vyastil will take. Minutes tick by, honey-thick and slow, feeling like hours.
I watch the timer, waiting for the countdown. Before he appeared last time, the door lock triggered the cuffs, so I keep my hands and feet in place as I wait.
And wait.
And wonder if he’s going to actually be the same one who thinks my dick is small and that I talk too much. Maybe he told friends about me, and now they want a taste.
I shudder and lean forward, but before I can stand up, the door opens, and I feel a rush of panic. It can’t be the monster since the chair cuffs didn’t trigger, but when I look over my shoulder, my breath catches because there he is.
He stalks in without even knocking and comes to a stop when he sees me, his tongue peeking out to wet his thin lips. He’s not in the shawl this time.
Today, he’s in a thin, barely there robe made of some kind of silk that most definitely did not come from our plane of existence. It flows around him like water, making him look ethereal and untouchable.
And oddly, more dangerous.
After a beat, he speaks. “You came.”
My eyes narrow into a glare at his smug tone. “Don’t read too much into it. I’m here for the money.”
He blinks owlishly at me, and then his gaze travels down to my dick. It’s already hard. Probably from the dream I had last night, I tell myself. It was very vivid. Almost like he was actually there inside my mind.
Whatever it is, it’s not because I’m attracted to him. I am definitely not eager to feel those soft, warm hands on my thighs again, spreading me apart for him.
I swallow heavily as my dick kicks and precum dribbles from the tip.
“It seems it does not need nice words to become erect this time.”
I can’t find words to respond as I watch while he reaches into his robe and pulls something out. It’s a small woven container made of some type of wood.
He twists it open and takes a small sniff of the contents.
“What the hell is that?” I ask, just as the soft alarm beeps and my wrists and ankles are shackled to the chair. I test them out and find that, like before, I’m unable to move.
“An herb. If you permit me, I would like you to consume it.”
“Uh, what? There was nothing in the training about this. Are you trying to poison me?”
His brows scrunch, and he cocks his head. “Why would I do that? A dead human cannot produce cum.”
I sigh, my gaze moving to the container. “My mom told me never to take things from strangers. I was five, and she meant candy, but I’m pretty sure if she were alive, she’d tell me not to take strange herbs from monst—uh. I mean…”
His ears flick back. “I know what you humans call us.”
“Sorry,” I murmur.
He waves a hand. “It doesn’t matter to me.” He moves closer and touches the underside of my chin, drawing my gaze up. “Say it.”
I swallow heavily. “Monster.”
His lips twitch at the corners. “Mm.”
“Anyway,” I say as his thumb strokes my jaw. I’m not sure if this is normal. He didn’t do this last time. “I’m not eating a bunch of strange leaves from another world.”
“It is just a plant.”
“Uh huh. And what does this plant do, exactly?”
“It will help you…relax.” He hesitates on that last word, and I don’t know if he’s telling the truth or struggling with English.
“Just relax? Who’s lying now?”
He huffs and rolls his gorgeous eyes. “It will allow your muscles to relax and your body will become easier to milk.”
To milk? Oh god, what the hell does that mean? “Are there any side effects? Will I be able to drive after?”
“You have too many questions,” he rumbles. His thumb moves to the front of my throat, and I swallow against the bare pressure. “It is safe. We are not here to hurt you.”
He says that like it’s a gift, not an expectation, and I have no idea what to make of it. But I realize the longer I put up a fight, the longer I’m here.
And I did have some—ah—performance issues last time. I suppose I need to earn that fifty bucks.
“Fuck it,” I say after another long beat. “Go on. I have to get to work, and I can’t be here all day.”
The Vyastil nods, pulling out a leaf and holding it up to my mouth. His free hand cups my jaw, and his thumb grazes my lips. “Open.”
I shudder at the feeling of his velour-soft skin against me, and my lips part at his command.