Phantom Hole Booth: Vol 2 Jade

CHAPTER 1

Coral steps into the booth with a wide smile to Feather and I scowl at my book.

The characters on my screen haven’t done anything wrong… it’s me.

Always me.

Not sure when I realized I was better at being quiet and stand offish… that it was, honestly, in everyone’s best interest, but it’s just easier this way.

Eventually, I say something that makes me want to crawl into a deep dark hole somewhere, never to be seen again, or they ask a question that makes me want to stab them.

Why do you sit like that? How tall are you? Are you even eighteen? Are you a gymnast? Can you do… any random thing people who are “normal” can do?

The comments about my size aren’t always ill-intended.

I mean, how could someone possibly ignore that I’m a towering four foot six inches tall.

But it gets exhausting. And I prefer to simply not know people rather than want to bury my fist in their stomach when they decide it’ll be fun to infantilize me.

At least Phantom’s alien clientele doesn’t automatically know I’m smaller than I’m “supposed” to be.

That makes me scowl harder. God, I hate when people start telling me what I’m supposed to be.

I turn fully upside down in the chair and stare at the page I’ve been on for the last five minutes.

There are too many people in here, but thankfully, I pulled the third slot today.

Phantom could put us all in our booths at once, but if we all had our choice of cocks at the same time, and more than one woman picked the same cock… I don’t know how the quantum connections between the booths work, but I have a feeling that could be a problem.

Coral chooses fairly quickly compared to some of the other participants I’ve been queued up behind.

Feather looks at me a moment before the wall lights up with a neon depiction of a leopard’s face. I don’t know how, but she always seems to know, right before the booth tells us it’s ready. I’ve asked if she has some sort of ear piece, but she swears up and down that she doesn’t.

She smiles at me and holds out her hand. “You’re up, buttercup.”

The random nicknames she uses are for everyone. So, it doesn’t bother me when she calls me something like “baby girl.” She has called Lavender that before, and the gorgeous purple haired woman is at least five foot nine.

I roll out of the chair, ignoring the looks I get for the bastardized version of an old gymnastics move. I try not to do those around other people—it just invites questions and comments and stereotypical jokes—but some habits don’t die… no matter how hard you try to kill them.

“Have fun in there,” Feather says with a bright smile.

“You too.” I smile back at her, even though I die a little inside as I replay the words over and over again in my head.

And that’s why we don’t talk to people.

Because nothing ever comes out right… even the simple little things.

I escape into the booth and breathe a sigh of relief as the doors close behind me. Thank God.

As soon as I step inside, a small hole opens to my right and I place my ereader inside. It will be waiting for me in my private locker room after I’m done.

“Welcome back, Jade,” the booth bot says. “Fourteen participants, including one late entry, have requested an introduction to human participants.”

“Late entry? I thought these spots were filled months ago?”

“Affirmative, the hole reservation list is three months out at the current date. This late addition paid to skip the line.”

Which means he’s either got lots of money to burn, or considers the money he paid to get here to be the equivalent to a tip.

“Oh goodie.” I have fun in the booth, sure, but I’m here to make money. At the end of the day, the tips are what I’m doing this for. Phantom pays well but the more I make, the sooner my family is out of debt and I’m free to talk to Phantom about never going back to Earth again.

“Do you have any preferences this time?” the bot asks “Or would you prefer to avoid repeats?”

“Definitely give me my repeats.”

Repeats are great. I know what they want and I know which ones are good tippers. Seeing a familiar cock is the best part of hopping in the booth.

A burble echoes overhead and all six sides of the booth flicker and flutter through patterned squares of lights like it’s a sexy game show and then the booth presents me with the remaining cocks like it’s a showroom.

I love this part.

Turning in a slow circle I look at all my options and then freeze, flinching at the sight of one that has never been available before.

“What the hell is that?”

“Specify, please.”

I do a quick count. “Grid four B.”

“Species Diemi.”

I don’t care what kind of alien they are.

“Why is it here, though?” The cock is massive. Its red shaft is bigger than my torso and the round yellow head looks like it’s covered in spikes.

Phantom’s rules state that there’s no chance the clients can hurt us. It’s part of the screening process to qualify for a reservation.

“The client in grid four B was the last minute addition.”

“Absolutely not.” Death by cock is not the way I want to go and there’s no tip big enough that could tempt me to try.

“He is aware that penetration is not a likely option for his species, but has paid for the opportunity of a human hand job.”

The last two words are slightly off, like they were added to the bots lexicon well after its initial programming. Weird.

“Well, I wish him good luck.” I swat the side of his square and get rid of him immediately. “Buh bye.”

I am here to have a good time and get paid. I am not here to get wrecked.

Shuddering, I turn back to the buffet of options in front of me, scanning them and smile at one of the cocks poking out of a hole on the floor.

I don’t know his real name, or much of anything else about him, but the purple heart in the corner of his square tells me this is the same cock I’ve stepped on before. Cactus Jack is one of my favorites. He’s easy and he tips well.

“Always happy to see you.” I select him, but don’t finalize, looking at the rest of my options and smile at what looks like an eye staring back at me.

The first time I’d seen Ferrok’s cock, I’d thought he was breaking the rules, but it’s not an eye… it just looks like one. He also has a purple heart marking him as a repeat and a favorite.

I select him, too.

Two squares holding familiar cocks and easy money… but I should probably work for my keep this time around.

The bot is silent, letting me make my selections, but also waiting for my inquiries.

“How many am I allowed to select?” I really should just put that in my settings for the initial information the bot relays.

“Participant to client ratio allows you to choose up to four for this session.”

Three will be enough for me. Given the other two’s preferences, number three will even get first go at my pussy if they’ve put that “service” in their “wants” list.

There are so many options.

A new one I like the look of catches my eye, but it’s a little too far out of reach. I almost pass it up, but there’s a small green symbol, almost covered by its shaft.

Pre-tipping isn’t standard at Phantom’s, but I’m never one to look a gift cock in the mouth…

“Why is the client in two double-A up so high?” Another woman probably wouldn’t have trouble reaching it for a fondle, but I can’t.

“It is not on your preferred list.”

I look at it a little closer. There’s nothing obviously out of place. “What’s wrong with them?”

“There are no listed defects.”

I close my eyes instead of rolling them and bite my tongue before I say, “Why are they on that list?”

“You marked a negative disposition toward viscous or ‘slime’ cum.”

I could deal with slime cum… if the price is right. “Bring it down here, please.”

Without touching him, I pull up the information on the side of his square. I let out a low whistle. The man wants to have his fun and he’s willing to pay for it.

Pre-tips are set, they can only be added to, not taken from, but they do come with a few requirements… I pull up that list and hesitate. Because there’s only one item on the list: Hands.

I read the detailed description and consider for a moment.

Use of hands for hair pulling, mouth guiding, fondling and fingering…

I read through it again, just to make sure I didn’t miss “choking” in there.

Do I like it, yes?

Do I trust this alien with it? Not for a moment.

But… I can do hands. Especially since Phantom’s rules will basically castrate him if he does something to make me use the codeword.

I stroke the chubby orange cock. A line of soft barbs stretches up either side and his cockhead is almost cubic.

I can deal with slime at that price.

I tap the acceptance square for him as well and tell the bot, “I’ve made my selections.”

Most women don’t know that you can select multiples in one session. There is a limit, of course, I have to leave something for the others, but three is the perfect amount for me.

“Please indicate your selections by pressing the corner of the preferred square and holding for five seconds. When all selections are made, please confirm via voice command.”

I go through the process, holding each corner until they show they’ve been selected.

“Selections confirmed,” I say.

Time to make that money.