My fingers fumble with the pamphlet as I make my way inside. It says this will take thirty minutes, tops. I think that’s far too long for a blow job, but maybe that’s how long it takes. Maybe the Vyastil get off on edging humans.
Maybe that’s what they wanted when they came here.
To edge us.
Okay, that’s ridiculous, I think with a hidden smile as I move up to the queue behind the counter.
While I wait, I take the place in. It’s an unassuming government building made of brick and concrete. No pictures hang on the walls, and there’s nothing about the place that makes it warm and cozy.
They probably don’t want horny fiends lingering too long.
Though, the long line of people I saw standing outside the building might be a sign that it doesn’t matter. Maybe the blow jobs are that good.
My eyes move to the door on the right side of the room. Behind it is a portal to another realm, a new world.
One I’ve never been to. One I’ve never seen.
Fuck, what does it look like over there? I’ve heard some stories, but I don’t know if any of them are true. The only way we are allowed to go into their world and explore is if we’re invited, which is rare.
The monsters haven’t exactly spent a lot of time bonding with humans. We’re not much more than a cum factory for them. Even the ones who’ve fully integrated into our society don’t hang out with humans much.
I can’t help but wonder what someone actually has to do to gain the attention of a Vyastil.
Or…maybe I don’t want to know.
For now, what matters is what I’m doing at this exact moment. That’s all I’m here for. And my heart kicks up a notch as the person in front of me is escorted behind another set of doors, and it’s my turn.
The human woman behind the desk is cute, her hair brushing her shoulders, her eyeshadow a dark smoky eye which makes her hazel irises pop. Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as she clicks her mouse.
“You here for an appointment?” she asks, and I nod.
“Just got done with orientation.” I present her my paperwork, and she takes it without looking at it, scanning the barcode at the top before shoving it back toward me.
“Sign in over on that tablet,” she points to my right, “and then I’ll get you checked in. Did you read through the appointment instructions you were issued after the orientation?”
I nod. I sure did, and even if I hadn’t, the video explained it all very well. Take off all your clothes, arms are tied to a chair, no touching the Vyastil, no talking unless instructed to.
It’s not rocket science.
“Great, sign in and then have a seat. Kelsea will come get you as soon as she’s done with the client ahead of you.”
I do as she tells me and make my way over to a plastic-covered chair and lower myself into it. The room is too quiet, the anticipation of what’s next too heavy.
I wonder if I’m going to do okay. What if my dick refuses to get hard from nerves? I’ve heard horror stories about the drugs they give to the participants. It’s something humans came up with—like Viagra on steroids, and I’m not really into that.
I stare down at my crotch.Be good, I mentally tell my dick.
It doesn’t respond, and I sigh, sitting back, trying not to think too hard about what’s next.
Ten minutes creep by before my name is called by a woman from the doorway, and I’m so lost in my thoughts, I almost don’t hear it right away. After a second, though, I jump up and offer an apologetic grin as I grab my papers and walk over.
She gives me a small smile and a nod of the head as I follow her silently through the doorway. As I do, I hear an unnatural whoosh from what must be the entrance to the other world.
This is where they come and go, I think. What would happen if I tried to go in but wasn’t invited? Would my body just disintegrate? Would I be nothing more than bones at the end?
Or would I become some political prisoner for going against the rules?
She hands me a plastic bag with a gown in it, bringing my mind back to the present.
