“Definitely give me my repeats.”
Repeats are great. I know what they want and I know which ones are good tippers. Seeing a familiar cock is the best part of hopping in the booth.
A burble echoes overhead and all six sides of the booth flicker and flutter through patterned squares of lights like it’s a sexy game show and then the booth presents me with the remaining cocks like it’s a showroom.
I love this part.
Turning in a slow circle I look at all my options and then freeze, flinching at the sight of one that hasneverbeen available before.
“What the hell is that?”
“Specify, please.”
I do a quick count. “Grid four B.”
“Species Diemi.”
I don’t care what kind of alien they are.
“Why is it here, though?” The cock ismassive. Its red shaft is bigger than my torso and the round yellow head looks like it’s covered in spikes.
Phantom’s rules state that there’s no chance the clients can hurt us. It’s part of the screening process to qualify for a reservation.
“The client in grid four B was the last minute addition.”
“Absolutely not.” Death by cock is not the way I want to go and there’s no tip big enough that could tempt me to try.
“He is aware that penetration is not a likely option for his species, but has paid for the opportunity of a human hand job.”
The last two words are slightly off, like they were added to the bots lexicon well after its initial programming.Weird.
“Well, I wish him good luck.” I swat the side of his square and get rid of him immediately. “Buh bye.”
I am here to have a good time and get paid. I am not here to get wrecked.
Shuddering, I turn back to the buffet of options in front of me, scanning them and smile at one of the cocks poking out of a hole on the floor.
I don’t know his real name, or much of anything else about him, but the purple heart in the corner of his square tells me this is the same cock I’ve stepped on before. Cactus Jack is one of my favorites. He’s easy and he tips well.
“Always happy to see you.” I select him, but don’t finalize, looking at the rest of my options and smile at what looks like an eye staring back at me.
The first time I’d seen Ferrok’s cock, I’d thought he was breaking the rules, but it’s not an eye… it just looks like one. He also has a purple heart marking him as a repeat and a favorite.
I select him, too.
Two squares holding familiar cocks and easy money… but I should probably work for my keep this time around.
The bot is silent, letting me make my selections, but also waiting for my inquiries.
“How many am I allowed to select?” I really should just put that in my settings for the initial information the bot relays.
“Participant to client ratio allows you to choose up to four for this session.”
Three will be enough for me. Given the other two’s preferences, number three will even get first go at my pussy if they’ve put that “service” in their “wants” list.
There aresomany options.
A new one I like the look of catches my eye, but it’s a little too far out of reach. I almost pass it up, but there’s a small green symbol, almost covered by its shaft.
