CHAPTER 3
“Volume to minimum.” I say and the bot drops it down to barely audible. “Give me the cheat sheet: Likes? Dislikes?”
I wait for him to compile as I pull out a warm wet towel and clean myself off.
“Likes include: Teeth—biting is encouraged. Fingering—he will tip extra if you can take his full fist.”
That makes me laugh. Maybe someone else can do that for him, but I doubt I’d be able to manage it.
The bot continues on, ignoring my chuckle.
“Dislikes… none marked. He has only requested that any first interaction with a human woman does not involve lower body penetration with anything other than hands.”
Anything other than hands… “Why?”
“Unspecified.”
“Is he new to the club?”
“No.”
Interesting.
It doesn’t matter. If he wants a blowjob, he’ll get a blow job. If he wants a finger puppet, I can be that too.
I program the floor to place padding in the squares beneath him and kneel on it, pulling his cock down to the right height. “You can give him hand holes now.”
Three new dark circles form on the wall and hands the same orange as his cock poke through each of them.
“Fun.”
One of the hand holes formed below his cock. That one smooths up my leg until it finds the booty shorts of our ubiquitous uniform.
As I stroke his cock, he tickles at the hem of the shorts and strokes at the heat between my thighs.
I spread them wider and swirl my tongue around his cube-like cockhead.
He works the hem down and when he can’t get them anymore, his hand stills.
“He has requested tearing permission for your shorts.”
I didn’t know that was a thing. “Sure.”
A fourth hand—how many does he have?—pokes through, grips, tears… and my shorts are shreds a moment later.
The strips of fabric fall to the floor, vanishing through a momentary hole. And my new guy doesn’t hesitate to explore what he’s uncovered. He slides one thick finger along me, bumping my clit with his knuckles as he goes.
Oh.
I think I like that.
Two of his hands pull my hair back, wrapping it around one fist and tugging, even as I work my mouth over his cock.
A hand squeezes my hip as the other strokes my pussy, and I moan against that sensation.
I squirm at the need to be filled.
It’s a need he obliges without making me beg the bot to ask him for it.
And I might have begged.
Fuck. I should have asked if his skin had any drugging capabilities. I should have questioned why he specifically requested only a blow job for a first encounter.
Because he makes me feel dizzy, and I want to swap out his fingers for his cock.
But Phantom wouldn’t let that happen. Phantom would have made the bot tell me.
The hand gripped tightly in my hair takes control of my rhythm, my depth… He uses my mouth like it was made for his cock, specifically.
Like he’s Cinderella and I’m the freaking shoe.
I moan against him as he slips another finger into me. Maybe I can take a whole fist if I relax enough.
But he doesn’t try for more. He fucks me with three fat, nobby knuckled fingers while the thumb of the one at my hip strokes my clit.
He knows how to play with human women, and he makes me want to be played with.
If he’s not careful, he’s going to make me ask him to break his own rules.
But God I would mark him as a favorite right now if I wasn’t holding onto the wall to keep myself from trying to go deeper even as he pulls me back.
He wants to be in control, and I am happy to let him.
Fingers pinch my nipple and I bite without meaning to… without remembering that he likes it.
His cock pulses into my mouth like the hips I can’t see have bucked at the pain.
The next time he moves my head back, I close my jaw just a little bit and my teeth rake across his skin. The barbs flutter.
The thumb on my clit works harder, the fingers in my pussy stretch and fuck and spread me.
And when he surges into my mouth again, my eyes go wide at the depth he reaches.
I gasp around him as his fingers drag my orgasm from me. Pleasure and surprise mix in a way that amplifies them both.
It’s not that I never come when I’m in the booth… I’ve just never come this hard.
I’ve never liked it quite this much.
The sound I might have made is blocked by his cock and I work it with my throat as a hand reaches up as if to stroke himself through my skin.
I want to make him cum. Even though I know I’m only upright because he holds me here, I want to do the work and make him…
The second he starts to withdraw, I bite and suck and fight for the cum he owes me.
His grip on my hair turns brutal and he yanks me back… a moment before his cum sprays across me.
It’s thick and viscous—and fluorescent green—and it clings to my skin.
When he releases me, I fall back to the floor, breathing too heavily. I lay there for a moment and the cum starts to harden like sugar. As I lay there, an idea flutters across my mind.
“Show me what I look like, please?”
The ceiling turns into a mirror and I smile up at the spectacle.
Cum is just cum, but this… this is hot.
“Offer him an image at the standard rate.” I say. “Take it now, please.”
The image of myself on the ceiling freezes and then moves to the wall, and I crawl on my hands and knees to it, cropping as needed.
“Offer accepted.”
“Send it over… and send it to me as well.”
I hear the message ping a moment later and glance at the place I would normally grab a towel, but the way it feels right now…
I get my nail underneath part of it and it peels away from my skin like wax.
“He has sent a request for full contact.”
I go still with his cum pulled half way off my skin. I’ve never done that before, but instead of voicing my trepidation, I take a deep breath.
“He’s ready already?” I ask, looking down at the sheet of cum.
“He has put a hold on one of the ring-view rooms for an hour from now.”
I look at the square where his information still scrolls, even though his cock is gone. I tap the heart icon and hold it until it’s fully red.
“Tell him to come back tomorrow.” Let’s see how he reacts to a soft “no”.
There’s silence as I drop the cum onto the floor and the bot sucks it away to… who knows where.