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"Hire a professional," Natalie said, sitting up straight.
"A…a what?"
She snorted. "Hire a professional."
My jaw hung open. A professional. Hire a sex worker.
In spite of my blushing and my nerves, I was not ignorant. There were absolutely all kinds of services in the city for this sort of thing. Clubs. Agencies. The work had been legalized decades ago as more and more species had integrated into human society and brought with them their liberal views on sex, shifting the traditional human perspective with them.
"A werewolf would be great, actually," Natalie mused. "Not volunteering mine, but Theo said he used to be a member of this one…"
Natalie continued, but my ears were buzzing, my thoughts flying in a new direction. This isn't even the first time you've really thought about this, I admitted to myself, imagining a broad and massive figure over me, dark eyes glinting down, tusks gleaming.
"Ohhh, look at you."
I shook myself, and Natalie giggled. "Sorry, I was just—"
Just imagining being caught by a big, brutal, monster of an orc. I'd seen a few orcs and half-orcs in the city, doing mundane grocery shopping or meditating under massive trees in Lincoln Park. I didn't really have species-specific interests like some folks. A handsome vampire was as appealing to me as an attractive gargoyle. It was just that orcs tended to run…big. They featured in a lot of erotic content—naturally libidinous and impressively equipped. I'd only watched one, and it'd been tame, practically domestic, but the growls the orc had made and the way his huge hands spanned the woman's waist had taken up permanent residence in my imagination ever since, although I'd rarely indulged in the fantasy.
"You know what you want, Sunny," Natalie said, smiling. "Give yourself permission to try it."
CHAPTER 2
Sunny
The Monster Smash Agency was located in the southern suburbs of Chicago—a bit surprising, considering the popularity of such places in the city. It had a near perfect five-star rating online and an overwhelming online catalog of workers.
It was one of only three places that offered an "immersive, curated experience." I'd stammered out my request over the phone, nervously outlining my desires to an absolute stranger, wanting to hang up at every second.
"We are perfectly prepared to provide everything you've mentioned," the young woman on the phone had soothed. "Your experience will be entirely at your discretion."
Now, sitting in the pretty office of the agency, with sun streaming in through a lovely stained glass window, a beautiful woman—a succubus, I suspected, based on her otherwordly beauty and delicate horns—smiled gently at me.
"You'll be able to stop, leave, or rest at any time. You have your safe word, as well as a remote that will assist you in controlling your scene or putting a stop to it altogether. You and your partner will be secluded, but we always assure our clients who ask for these kinds of dynamics of two things," the woman said, a familiar recitation for her. "First is that you will be able to reach us at any time via a number of security measures we offer you. And second is that your partner is a professional. If at any point you find yourself uncomfortable, unsatisfied, or frightened, they want to know. They want you to have a pleasant experience, regardless of what you've asked for. No matter how they behave in scene, their only goal is to offer what you desire."
I swallowed hard and nodded, my right hand holding down my knee to keep my heel from jiggling.
The woman—Astraeya, the name tag read—smiled sympathetically. "This is your first time, so your partner will be especially attentive to your boundaries. Five days is…it's quite a dive into the deep end."
I opened my mouth to answer but couldn't think of anything to say. The interview over the phone had been thorough as I'd made the appointment, but they'd told me the one in the office would be even longer. I couldn't decide if I wanted to stay here in this office, going over delicate logistics forever, or ask if we could skip the rest and let me dive into that deep end she'd mentioned.
"Then again, you have a great deal you'd like to accomplish," Astraeya added, grinning and glancing down at her notes. "First things first, no blood play."
"No, thank you," I gasped out.
"Do you still consent to your partner going without prophylactics?" she asked. "Both your test results are clean—I'll show you his—and you both have the necessary birth control."
She was so matter-of-fact, as if it could stop me from setting myself on fire with embarrassment. "Yes, I consent," I squeezed out.
"It really makes the most sense with orcs," she said, winking conspiratorially. She drew up a tablet from her lap and held it across the desk to me. "Now, I'm going to have you go through this file of images. You don't have to say whether you like something or not, although you are welcome to. It's not a bad idea to tell me if you aren't interested, though. Sometimes, the body has a different opinion than the mind."
She had another tablet in her hand, one that must've shown her what image I was looking at. So she was definitely a succubus, if she would be able to sense my interests without me saying so out loud.
I tapped the screen and bit my tongue at the first image, a massive green hand with lovely dark claws wrapped around a throat, squeezing gently.
"A bit," I breathed, and the succubus chuckled.
Bruises. Chains. Cuffs. A leash. Dildo. Butt plug. Just the mouth of an orc, tusks gleaming and protruding from thick, full lips. I stared a moment longer at that image, unable to understand why it made my whole body throb with need.
