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Booth days without Lochdon come around more often than ones when he’s on station, but that’s okay. I get him when I can and that’s enough for now.

He’s not among the options for me today, but I didn’t think he would be. His last contract put him on a ship that wasn’t coming back here. He got off on a completely different space station and had to contract with a new ship and crew before he knew when he’d be back.

I force myself not to think about whether there’s someone on that station waiting for him like I am.

After all, it would be pretty hypocritical of me to be worrying about that while I stroke the blue cock in front of me. He’s not quite what I want today. There’s too much elasticity when I stroke backward. If he was stiff enough to compare to putty, I’d probably consider it.

“Query?”

A burble of acknowledgement sounds.

“Does his species’ cock get harder?

“No. The elastic nature of their skin doesn’t allow it.”

“Maybe next time, buddy.”

I want something with more rigidity this time, more texture.

But maybe not too much. Although…

There’s a hole on the floor with a client I’ve heard about but never actually seen in my options before.

Jade told me about the paddle cactus cock. He just wants to be stepped on.

I could step on someone.

I wiggle my toes and immediately snort.

What was I doing? Checking to see if I still had feet?

I read through his requirements before I select him. He doesn’t have actual spines, so I’m a-okay with it. But she also told me he was not a single-service booth trip. Quick, easy, and a decent tipper, but… too quick to be worth pulling solo. So, I scan my other options, too.

A familiar cock that I haven’t chosen in a while sits in a lower corner of the booth. I wonder what he’s done to get such a strange, out of the way placement.

Dragging his square up to eye level, I check if any of his requirements have changed.

He’s fun, so I pick him and decide it’s a “they look like plants day.”

While I stroke the paddle cactus cock with my foot and run my fingers along the shaft of the one that has always reminded me of an awapuhi plant I saw in Hawaii—especially when his cum oozes out from all the petal-like scales that line his shaft—I glance around the booth and decide the two of them are enough for right now.

I tap through the selection process and everyone but my two plant boys disappear.

My favorite playlist filters through the speakers and I sway along with the beat as I move them around and get myself in the right place to be sure I don’t neglect either of them.

Some like to select a few and work their way down the line. I don’t like the idea of making them wait.

Going to my knees, I put cactus boy between my feet and play with him while I focus on the one I know isn’t going to taste like shampoo, despite what he reminds me of.

The scale-like petals that shiver under my touch are green, tipped with pink, and run all the way up to a head that’s… oddly human, except for the same green to pink color. And the asterisk-like slit at the tip.

He tastes a little vegetal, but it’s not bad.

I should ask Phantom if I can count him as part of my daily required fruits and veggies. Laughing, I press a kiss to the underside of him and wiggle my toes.

The bumps along his flat cock get bigger and bigger until…

His cum sprays across the floor and up the wall and I stare at it, a little amazed by the power and the volume.

“Whoa,” I whisper, remembering to stroke the other cock as I trace the line of dark purple cum.

He disappears a moment later and I just chuckle as I turn back to the cock still poking out of the wall.

Jade hadn’t been joking about not taking him on alone.

“Guess it’s just you and me now, guy.” And that’s fine.

The paddle cactus alien throws a “favorite” heart my way—it’s orange, so I’m not one of his favorite favorites—and I manage not to chuckle, because Jade told me he favorites anyone who’s willing to play with him.

The petal-scales flutter as I stroke him again. He’s already started to ooze pale orange precum from between them.

The harder he gets, the sharper his cock tilts upward. He’s perfect for a fuck standing up with my back against the wall.

Wiggling my shorts off as I stand, I use that precum to lube myself.

It’s always nice when they provide that for me.

Biting my tongue, I sigh with that small sense of relief when I first slide a cock across my pussy.

There’s something about it that just triggers a need in me.

God, I love getting fucked.

He slides into me, so sloppy, and I exhale, closing my eyes.

As I rock on him, getting used to his size, shape, and slickness, I think… he’d be a great warm up for Lochdon.

I’m going to call him when I’m done. As soon as I’m in the bath. “Yes.” I whisper the word to myself, and to the cock that has started to move inside of me.

But right now, shampoo-guy deserves my attention.

Except…

A chime echoes overhead, and the bot says, “There is a late addition to your selection options.”

Freezing, I look up at the ceiling and don’t bother to hide my confusion before I remember I’m in the middle of someone and start moving again.

That’s never happened before. “What do you mean?”

“Your priority client has requested to be added to your options, his status allows for this.”

I’m not going to abandon the alien I’ve already chosen, but… Just the idea of Lochdon makes me squeeze down more tightly on my current client.

“Can he watch?”

“That is allowed in the parameters.”

“Ask him if he wants to.” If not, I know he’ll wait.

But the booth gets bigger and a moment later, Lochdon appears in the corner, a wide-eyed smile on his face.

That smile is the only thing he’s wearing.

“Hi,” he says. The word is faintly soured by his accent.

“Hey,” I hold out my hand to him and he comes to me, letting me kiss him, even as I rock on the cock filling me up.

“I didn’t expect you,” I tell him as he sits back in the chair that appeared with him.

“I booked a passenger transport to come back, instead of waiting for a shift.”

“I’m glad.” I’m glad he came back to me.

“Come here,” I say. “I can multitask.”

But when he does, he only kisses me again and takes off my crop top. He catches my hand, not letting me get a hold on his cock.

“I want to watch,” he says.

Settling back, he strokes his cock, and I pout, but I fuck myself for him.

Maybe it’s a little unfair to the client inside of me right now, but when I work on to him, it’s for Lochdon.

When I squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples, it’s for him

Each pant and moan… Every time I gasp as I touch my clit, it’s all for him.

And when I come, squeezing down on the cock inside me as he comes, too, inside and out of me… That’s for Lochdon, too.