“Of course.”
“Anything you’re hoping for today?” she asks.
I almost tell her no, because I shouldn’t.
Ireally shouldn’t, but… “Tentacles?”
“Hmmm.” Her smile is brilliant as she pulls up the client list, keeping it angled away from me. “You are in luck! There are four tentacled aliens who’ve signed up for today’s booth. And no one’s taken them yet.”
Cherries burst onto the wall, like I’ve just won a prize.
It definitely feels like it every time I get in the booth.
Olive smiles brightly at me as the door forms. “Looks like you’ll get your pick of them. Have fun!”
CHAPTER 2
“Welcome back, Cherry.”The booth bot always sounds like I’m its favorite person in the galaxy with that greeting.“There are ten remaining clients who have requested an introduction to human participants.”
A triumphant burble flutters through the invisible speakers and a little light show swirls around me.
“Do you have any preferences this time?”the bot asks“Would you prefer to avoid repeats?”
Inside the booth, the little voice telling me I “shouldn’t” is quieter. “Actually, can I get only tentacles this time, please?”
“Affirmative. You can have anything you like… as long as it is on offer.”
The light show flicks on and I assume it’s Phantom’s attempt at making the transition from empty booth to cock-splosion a little more fun.
Previously the walls and floor were full—I still think that was a “gotta make sure she comes back” bonanza. This time, there’s one set of tentacles on each of the four walls, and that’s it.
But it’s more than enough.
I know some other women like to take on multiple clients at once, but I’m not there yet, so I’m going to choose carefully.
The squares around them glow like I’m at a private art exhibition and they’re all tempting me to buy.
Blue, purple, yellow… and there’s a set that looks like it could almost be Agan’s.
But only for a moment.
Pink and purple, and yellow and orange. They pulse through all the colors of the spectrum in a soft wave.
I feel like a fish being lured by a deep sea predator’s bioluminescence.
I keep looking back at the one that first reminded me of Agan, even as I brush my fingers along the others, stroking to see which are smooth and hard.
The blue one tingles a little.
Purple is textured in a way I don’t hate.
Yellow might actuallybean octopus—slimy and stretchy.
And last…
There’s a faint pulse of heat with each color shift… IthinkI remember saying something about color shifts and pulsations… they could be the same species.
I let them wrap their tentacle around my hand, touching, testing…
