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Sitting in the waiting room, I swing my feet and try not to feel disappointed each time someone else goes into the booth before me.

I pulled too high of a number to hope that Lochdon will still be available… if he’s here at all.

The women I know have already gone in. The women I don’t are deep in conversation with each other, so I sit on my hands and wonder.

“Ready?” Olive says, squatting down beside me.

“Yeah.” I look behind her. “Did you just get here?”

She nods and yawns. “I decided to spend a few days here because I won’t be able to be back for like four months. It’s been fun and weird and I am going to sleep so well when I go home.”

It almost seems silly to think about having a “vacation” from this place.

“Well, whatever you’re doing, I hope you have fun.”

“I will.” Her head turns sharply away and we both look at the peach on the wall. “But it looks like it’s finally your turn.”

The booth is familiar. The quiet is peaceful. I take a deep breath as the door closes and let myself hope.

“Welcome back, Peach.” The booth bot says. “Five participants have requested an introduction to human participants. But you have a special request to approve or deny, first.”

My heart flutters a little and I kill it.

It might not be Lochdon.

“What’s the request?”

A single square flares to light on the wall and the cock that has—pleasantly—haunted my dreams appears.

It’s the only one that does.

“The client requested you. He is in your preferred list and was flagged because you apprised him of your schedule.” The bot makes a little trill. “Do not feel any obligation to select him. If you have changed your mind in the interim, there will be no consequences.”

“What happens for him if I decide not to select him?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Someone else will take care of him anonymously. He will never know that you rejected his request.”

I don’t want anyone else to take care of him.

“I’ll accept the request.”

The room flutters through a dozen colors like it’s ecstatic that I chose to fuck this alien in particular.

I laugh, because there’s no one to hear me.

“Confirm selection by—” we run through the usual protocol and then, I go to my knees.

“Welcome back,” I whisper against the tip of him as I take hold and stroke.

It’s been long enough, it feels like I should have forgotten. But I remember how big he was. I remember how soft and the way he tastes…

Lochdon set a new standard. I’ll take him any time he’s on offer.

Even though I know his cock is too big to fit, I suck the tip of him.

The barbs that run along the underside of his cock flex, like they want to slip between my fingers and hold my hand.

I consider asking to go to him… but he came to the booth. He didn’t ask for anything else this time, even though he knew I’d be here.

Standing, I slip out of my shorts.

I hadn’t been sure I’d be ready for clients today. Anonymity had gotten me going all of the times before, but this visit came with nerves…

This is the first time I used the offered lube options before I even got into the waiting room. I’m glad now.

That uncertainty is gone, but I probably still wouldn’t be ready to take Lochdon. And this way, I don’t have to pause or hesitate.

Back to the wall, I let him thrust between my thighs for a few moments before I reach down and guide his pussy-slicked cock inside of me.

My eyes flutter closed. I feel so full, and yet, I know there’s more to come.

“Hand privileges requested.”

“Yes.” My breath hitches, and a moment later, my shirt lifts and a warm hand covers my breast.

Two hands hold me up when I would easily have collapsed forward.

Taking his last hand, I draw it to my lips.

I suck his finger and his next thrust is hard.

It’s a small struggle, but I get my shirt the rest of the way off, throwing it away.

He fucks me through the phantom hole and I drop my head back against the wall, always wanting more.

He hasn’t asked, but…

“Query.” I shiver as his hand trails down my stomach. “Can you expand the hole enough that I can go to him without having to disengage?”

“Affirmative.”

“Offer him full contact again and if he wants it, send me through.”

Another burble echoes and I lean into his hand, kissing his rough palm.

If he says no, it’s fine. This isn’t a relationship. It’s just fucking and fun…

But he is a lot of fun.

He must think so too.

The wall opens up and swallows me whole.