Pre-tipping isn’t standard at Phantom’s, but I’m never one to look a gift cock in the mouth…
“Why is the client in two double-A up so high?” Another woman probably wouldn’t have trouble reaching it for a fondle, but I can’t.
“It is not on your preferred list.”
I look at it a little closer. There’s nothingobviouslyout of place. “What’s wrong with them?”
“There are no listed defects.”
I close my eyes instead of rolling them and bite my tongue before I say, “Why are they on that list?”
“You marked a negative disposition toward viscous or ‘slime’ cum.”
I could deal with slime cum… if the price is right. “Bring it down here, please.”
Without touching him, I pull up the information on the side of his square. I let out a low whistle. The man wants to have his fun and he’s willing to pay for it.
Pre-tips are set, they can only be added to, not taken from, but they do come with a few requirements… I pull up that list and hesitate. Because there’s only one item on the list: Hands.
I read the detailed description and consider for a moment.
Use of hands for hair pulling, mouth guiding, fondling and fingering…
I read through it again, just to make sure I didn’t miss “choking” in there.
Do I like it, yes?
Do I trust this alien with it? Not for a moment.
But… I can do hands. Especially since Phantom’s rules will basically castrate him if he does something to make me use the codeword.
I stroke the chubby orange cock. A line of soft barbs stretches up either side and his cockhead is almost cubic.
I can deal with slime at that price.
I tap the acceptance square for him as well and tell the bot, “I’ve made my selections.”
Most women don’t know that you can select multiples in one session. There is a limit, of course, I have to leave something for the others, but three is the perfect amount for me.
“Please indicate your selections by pressing the corner of the preferred square and holding for five seconds. When all selections are made, please confirm via voice command.”
I go through the process, holding each corner until they show they’ve been selected.
“Selections confirmed,” I say.
Time to make that money.
CHAPTER 2
“Would you prefer silence, or your previous playlist?” the bot asks.
“I added a new one. Put on ‘Techno Disco Detox’, please.”
There is a moment’s hesitation, and then the strange sounds of a Marivonx electric orchestra pumps through the invisible speakers.
Perfect.
I bop around the room, moving Farrok into place so that the end of his visit can be easily accomplished and I set slime boy to the side. It shouldn’t take long to get to him, but his requests mean that he’s going to be a one-on-one session after I take care of the other two.
