So, I shut off my phone and stuff it in my pocket the second I see it’s almost eight. I have far more questions about this monster race than answers anyone seems willing to give.
I wonder if I see the commander again, if he’ll tell me anything. Probably not, but it might be worth a try. After all, they like things to be reciprocal, don’t they?
Maybe I can leverage that.
I work on shutting down the hot dog stand, and as I make my way home, I think about the monster between my legs, the hum that he emitted when he had his tongue wrapped around my cock.
And I wonder who will walk through the door when I arrive at the New Beginnings Clinic next week.
Will it be him, or another demanding Vyastil who wants to take what I have to offer?
five
EVEREST
Iget a phone call from the clinic the next morning, waking me up from a particularly hot dream about the Vyastil and his tongue.
“Hello, this is Cynthia from New Beginnings Clinic. I’m calling for Everest Hale.”
“This is him.”
“Before we get started, can you verify your date of birth and address, please?”
I rattle them off as she hums into the receiver. My stomach is squirming. Was there a problem with what I’d done with the Vyastil commander? Oh god, did my cum make him sick?
“Thank you, Mr. Hale. I was just calling to see if you’re free today for a last-minute appointment.”
My heart races in my chest. Thatfucker. He requested me, didn’t he?
“You were requested,” she adds as though she’s reading my mind.
“By whom?” I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it. Not to mention, I realize I don’t know his name.
The fact that he went this far does appeal to my ego a little, but still. I told him I couldn’t be there until next week. Someone needs to teach that monster how to listen.
“I’m not at liberty to give out the identity over the phone. But I can tell you there’s a stipend we can offer in cases like this. We realize that your presence is only required once a week. Anything outside of that will be compensated.”
I roll over in bed, my dick still hard from the dream I had. This sounds an awful lot like those cum farms Sai was talking about. Only, I guess, government-issued.
“How much?” I ask. I clear my throat, my voice still rough from sleep.
“Fifty dollars.”
Exactly the same amount as the cum farm. Only this won’t be some testicle-milking machine. It’ll be someone’s mouth.
His mouth. She won’t tell me his name, but I don’t really need her to. I’ve only been with one monster.
Part of me wants to say no because I don’t want to face the smug look on his face when I turn up, but honestly, I could use the cash.
“Fine. When should I be there?”
“Does this morning work? We can fit you in at nine-thirty.”
I glance at the clock and realize that it only leaves me half an hour to get ready and get there. But I don’t really need to shower for him, do I?
He only cares about my apparently tasty cum, so…
“Yeah, I can do that.”
