“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.”
Icouldgo 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 toseeme. But I came in early so that Icouldlook 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 itforhim, I need that little reminder that it’s for mefirst.
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.”
