He holds me like I’m a puppet, fucking me like I’m a toy, and I love every second of it.
I love every pinch and kiss, every thrust and tug. I want to be stretched and filled and he fulfills my every unspoken wish.
Eyes screwed shut, I fight his hold, even though I don’t want to. My body demands even more, but when the sucker latched onto my clit twists and pulls with an even sharper suction, I come so suddenly, it feels like I’m unravelling.
Shaking and shuddering through the bright pleasure of my own orgasm, I don’t registerhisuntil cum gushes down my legs.
Almost sad it’s over, I lean my head against his tentacles.
Some dayI’ll be brave enough to ask for a face to face. I’ll know his name and I’ll know what he looks like as he comes inside of me.
Today… he gently lowers me to the floor, and one tentacle caresses my face before they all disappear.
Looking down, I press my lips together tightly. I’m going to need tall socks, just in case my pants ride up.
The bot had initially said these stains would last two to three days. I now know from experience, it’s at least six.
Looking back at the wall, even though he’s definitelynotthere, I say, “See you in five days.”
CHAPTER 3
Other women who work here have told me how much they love their locker rooms.
I don’t love mine.
It’s not that theirs are better… I’ve just never enjoyed hanging out in a bathroom, and that’s all these are.
But Idolove the mirrors.
My post booth inspections areostensiblyto make sure there’s nothing that will give my job away to people I’m not ready to tell about it yet. But really… I just love the way my body looks, pinched and swollen from my lover’s attentions.
I love it more on days like this.
The previous stains on my thighs have a depth to them now, the old have dulled, the new ones are bright and vibrant. But where they overlap has a beautiful darkness.
I almost hate to cover them up, but I made sure there are no thigh-holes in the jeans I brought to change into, and I have a pair of knee-high athletic socks stuffed in the bottom of my bag, too.
I have plans with Kita and even if no one else knows what these colors mean, she will. She might be my best friend, but I’m not sure I’m ready to have that conversation yet.
When I see her, thirty minutes later, I’m fully dressed. All the incriminating evidence is covered, and I don’t have to worry about whether or not I want today to be the day I spill the proverbial beans, because she is ready with the conversation points.
Tentacle wrapped around my arm, she leads the way to a newly opened restaurant that serves human-safe food—she always knows about them before I do—and when we’ve been seated, I tell her, “I can never decide if you treat me like I’m your girlfriend or your pet.”
Snorting… a sound I don’t know how she makes without a nose, she says, “You are my best friend, Annika. I treat you better than I would either of those things.”
The food is delicious and I’m having such a good time that I order a slice of their cherry pie… more hopeful than expecting it to be right.
But it’s perfect… “Do you think they have a human baker back there?”
She takes a bite and coos over the flavors. “Maybe they imported it from your mysterious Earth.”
I wound up here by accident… but Phantom “imports” more than just the men and women who work for them. The location of Earth is a secret Phantom has kept from the rest of the known systems.
How they’ve managed it… I don’t know.
“I haven’t been back in years. I don’t know if I can call it ‘my planet’ anymore.”
Kita doesn’t let me pay for my half of the bill and I almost tell her about the change to my financial situation right then and there. But I don’t know what questions she’d ask and the middle of the station is not the place to hear them out. But more than that, I don’t want to have to lie to her.
