I set a ketchup and mustard bottle out on the little stand and think back to the Vyastil who demanded I come back today to service him.
Or to let him service me.
“What’s that face for?”
I shake my head and snap a picture of that pamphlet. Technically, I’m not supposed to tell him what went on in my session. “It’s nothing. Thanks for the info. I have some bills coming up, and this could help.”
“Well, if I go, I’ll let you know how it is and vice versa, yeah? Keep me updated if you make it before I do?”
“Sure will.”
I fall quiet as the first customer appears and Sai takes their order, then I get to work on making it.Fifty bucks for a pump and dump seems a lot better than this, I think as I dump mustard and onions on the hot dog.
I stare down at it, then think about the Vyastil’s desperation for me. If he wants it, how many more would line up? And how much could I produce?
It wouldn’t be a way to make a living, but it would take some of the stress off.
I just can’t help but wonder what the monster who wanted me would think if he knew what I was considering.
The sun disappears behind the clouds as my shift nears the end. Zane stopped by during lunch to get his free hot dog, and we chatted a little while he scarfed it down. But then he had to goto work—arealjob, he always tells me—which is just two blocks away.
I sent Sai home after the dinner rush, since he was almost sideways on his feet.
I don’t mind working alone. The lunch and dinner rush is done, leaving me with nothing to do now but wait for the clock to strike eight. It’s slow right now, which allows me to sit and enjoy the lights of the city through the massive mall windows.
Just before closing, I get a text from a woman I went on a date with last week, and then one from my aunt.
That one I was expecting. I know she’s been up in arms with anger over the fact that I had no plans to file an extension or ask for a permanent exception. But I’m in no mood to talk to her.
Or the woman from the date. It had been fine—we’d made out a little after dinner, but had called it quits early.
It’d been nothing to write home about, and now that I’ve had a monster on my dick, it’s hard to give a shit about going out with her again.
I should probably message her and let her know, but frankly, I’m not in the mood.
As the clock ticks closer to eight, I lean against the counter and pull up the website with information on the Vyastil. I’d been too tired to look last night, but now that my account has opened up and I have access to all the information, my curiosity is overwhelming.
The information about Erethar is about the same as what most humans have been given. It’s a mineral-rich world, and its economy revolves around mining the precious stones that lie beneath the surface.
It has large, looming mountains, deep subterranean oceans, and four moons. There’s artwork depicted of it, but no actual photographs, which I hate.
Clicking on the next article, it’s once again similar information on their society. They’re mostly on a barter system with their people. Their nature seems very give-and-take, which makes sense with the trade agreements they entered into when they got here.
It’s the need for cum that never quite made sense.
The article calls it a “reciprocal, ritual act of bonding and restoration,” which makes me scoff.
There was nothing reciprocal about it. The Vyastil took what he wanted from me and then asked for more. I got nothing out of it except an orgasm, which was great, but I could get that from humans, too.
Maybe not the vibrating tongue, but I know plenty of humans who have theirs pierced.
So, what did I really get in return?
The website is fucking bullshit, I decide. There’s no new information. It’s all the same government crap they’ve been telling us since the portals appeared.
They need our cum. And obviously, they enjoy it. But why? What’s it for?
I scroll a bit longer, but there aren’t any answers to my questions.
