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Ax the Prostitute	By : musicman88 Category: A through F > Animorphs Views: 6938 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Human Date: September 5th, 1998
Andalite Date: 8593.7
Beginning Timestamp: 2:30am Human Time
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Tonight was definitely a very interesting night. I had expected to learn quite a few things and I did, but I also learned about some a few things which I wasn’t expecting to.
I left my scoop at around 8:30pm Human time and began my flight to the shady part of town using my owl morph. I had debated whether or not to use my Northern Harrier morph instead of my owl morph, but eventually I decided against it. It was going to be difficult flying with either of them, but at least my owl morph had the ability to see where it was going.
I arrived at the shady side of town a few Earth hours before I was supposed to meet with the male I had mated with the previous night. This gave me some time to perform some more observations on the shady side of town to see if Tobias was as well informed as he believed himself to be. After I had rested for a short time I took off from my perch and began to flap for some altitude.
To be completely honest I’ve forgotten many of the details of what I witnessed at this point due to what happened during my mating afterward, but I still remember that I didn’t see many of the things Tobias said I should’ve seen. There was no violence to speak of other than a bit of arguing I overheard, but that was normal for any socially active species. I didn’t see much dishonesty, although I admit that it’s difficult to observe from the air. A few people seemed dubious, but again uncertainty is a natural characteristic for all animals. Decadence is in fact a complicated thing to observe as well, but again I had not seen much of it. The way Tobias had described these people made me think that this part of town would continuously erupt in violence and confusion, but in fact it was quite the opposite. These “gangs” tended to be very calm and peaceful. Their only real objective seemed to be socializing with one another, something which they did very well. I wasn’t sure how these negative connotations had come to be associated with these “gangs”, but my observations were proving them false.
I spent a few Earth hours observing the people in this part of the town, but I had more important things to attend to. I had flown close to the area where I had mated last night a few times out of eagerness, but time after time I had not seen the familiar male approaching with his friends. I wasn’t expecting to see them show up so early at first, but as time went by I began to get more worried. What if they didn’t show up? What if I had come out here for nothing? I hadn’t mated with Marco again today since we both had been fairly busy. By this point in time I was very anxious to mate and I wasn’t sure what I’d do if the people I was waiting for didn’t show up. And when the scheduled time finally came they were nowhere to be found.
I was heartbroken. I had been looking forward to this moment all day and now no one had shown up. And after flying around for a few more Earth minutes searching for him I eventually decided that I wasn’t going wait for him and his friends any longer. I dove into the alleyway and as soon as I landed I began to demorph. If I wasn’t going to mate with him and his friends then I was going to mate with someone else.
I morphed into my mating morph and made my way out into the streetlight to proclaim my services open to the public. I hadn’t seen any people around for a few blocks when I began to morph, so I knew that business would be slow at first. But tonight was even slower than the previous night. I had waited almost twenty minutes and there were no signs of any people at all.
While waiting for any potential customers I began to get myself ready to mate. I knew from my experiences last night that I couldn’t prepare myself properly while mouth mating, so I decided to use my time wisely now. I had already prepared my entrance and was busy preparing my solid waste removal opening when I quickly saw somebody turn and walk onto my street. I immediately stopped preparing myself (I wanted to look as professional as possible and all the professional maters had never prepared themselves like this). But as I got a closer look at my potential customer I was again disappointed. The person who turned onto my street was a single female.
So I calmly waited for her to pass as I tried not to make much eye contact (that’s the way that humans draw attention to each other). But just as she came close enough to truly see me she gave me some advice. “Yo, put on some close, bitch!” she said as she passed me by.
I wasn’t all too familiar with the word “bitch” since my translator chip translated it as many different things, but I could tell by her tone that she didn’t like my absence of artificial skin. At first I didn’t know what exactly to make of her remark, but I eventually realized that it must have been some advice. She must have been a professional mater herself (her artificial skin was certainly revealing enough). She must have seen me without any artificial skin and knew straight away that I was trying to be a professional mater myself. And in an act of kindness (dealing another blow to Tobias’ theory of decadence in this part of town) she had passed on some advice.
Every other professional mater I had seen was wearing at least some kind of artificial skin, and even on “The Playboy Channel” many of the people at least began their mating rituals with some artificial skin on. Marco hadn’t liked the idea of me wearing any of it, but I knew that it would probably be essential to becoming an excellent professional mater.
And it wouldn’t even be that difficult to obtain some artificial skin. Rachel had a habit of leaving a few sets of artificial skin around. They could be found everywhere; from Cassie’s barn to the roof of the mall. She had even given me a set to keep in my scoop. She had given me a special set that contained a few things the others didn’t just in case she ever needed them. But she wouldn’t give me a straight answer when I asked about these “other things” so I took it upon myself search for them once Rachel had given the set to me. The only thing I was puzzled about seeing was a few inner artificial skin pieces. I guess that’s what Rachel meant by “other things” even though she seemed to be very defensive about them. Why she would ever need to use them when she had her morphing suit on I didn’t know, but I guess that’s why this set of artificial skin was special.
Perhaps I would only use the inner layers of artificial skin. That way I could still be very revealing about my body, but I would also be covering up the mating body parts (this is almost mandatory for humans to do). And with so little artificial skin it would also not play a big factor in mating as well since it could easily be removed or bypassed.
These thoughts kept me occupied for a few earth minutes, but eventually I began to focus back on the task at hand. I needed to obtain some customers without the aid of artificial skin right now. The only problem was that there were no customers to be found.
Just as I was beginning to consider making my way back to my scoop without mating at all I began to hear some human voices. I couldn’t hear anything clearly at first, but as they got closer I managed to comprehend a few of their words. “How old was she again?” was the first thing I heard clearly. It was followed by a familiar voice.
“She said she was thirteen, but she kinda look a bit older den dat.” I wasn’t completely sure, but it sounded very much like the male I had mated with the previous night.
“You shou dis aint some kinda FBI sting or sumthin?” another voice said.
“Can’t be,” the familiar voice said back, “I axed her if she wuz wit the cops n she said no. Dey’re not allowed ta lie if ya ax ‘em. And I fucked ‘er too. Dey won’t let ya do dat if she’s a cop.”
“Still man,” I heard another voice say, this one without much of an accent, “I’m gonna be ready to get the hell outta here if the cops show up.”
“Wuz she really dat hot?” yet another different voice asked.
“Hell yeah she wuz,” the familiar male said back, “just wait until ya…”
It was at that point the group made their way around the corner and first caught a glimpse of me. Everybody stopped almost immediately and just stared at me. I had come to suspect that this was part of the mating ritual. Marco had done this originally and he still did it every now and then. And the male I had mated with yesterday had also done the same the previous night as well as tonight.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do exactly, so I just continued to stand there while making eye contact with the group to let them know that I knew they were there. Eventually the male who I had mated with previously was the first one to begin advancing towards me while everyone else slowly began to follow.
“You were right dude,” the male without the accent said (he was probably not from the same country as most of the others because his skin color was closer to Jake’s than anyone else in the group), “she’s fuckin’ hot!” I didn’t quite know what they were saying exactly, but I knew that it was a compliment. And when everybody else said something along the same lines I knew that I had to be doing something right. Perhaps I didn’t need those inner layers of artificial skin afterwards…
Anyway, eventually the group of people reached me and there was sort of an awkward silence between us. I’m not sure why everybody in the group was silent, but I was busy inspecting all the people in the group. There were five all together including the male I had mated with the previous night. Two of the other males had almost the same color skin as the original male and were quite large in size, but there was one male (as I had mentioned before) who’s skin color was closer to Jake’s and the remaining male had a skin color closer to Marco’s. The light-skinned male was a few inches shorter than the very dark-skinned males and the tan-skinned male was a few inches shorter that the light-skinned male. They all wore close to the same colored and designed artificial skin so I assumed that they were part of one of these “gangs”. This was my opportunity to truly see if what Tobias had said was correct. I had quickly jumped into the fourth step of my human observations without even really thinking much about it, but I was eager to find out if these males were really decadent or not. And this would be the best way of finding out.
We all stood there in silence for quite some time before I remembered what I was supposed to do, my least favorite part of mating professionally, talking. I already knew that they were all looking to mate with me, so that left me only two questions. “Which one of you would like to go first and what type of mating would you prefer?” I asked the group of quiet males. There was another small silence before the male I had mated with the previous night said, “Why don’t Geno go first? He’s da one who thinks this’s a sting.” Everyone else quickly agreed as I looked for some clues as to which male was named Geno. I didn’t have to wait long before he showed himself.
“Hey mang,” the tan-skinned person said to me, “you sure you ain’t workin’ for the FBI or somethin’?”
“I am not affiliated with any law enforcement agency,” I replied. I was starting to wonder why they kept asking, but I had more important things to worry about at this time.
“Dey can’t lie bout dat,” someone in the crowd said which was enough to get Geno to step out of the crowd and come forward a bit.
“Follow me,” I said getting tremendously excited for what was about to happen. I thought that I might not even mate today at all for a short time, but now my original plans were back on schedule. I was very eager to mate with all of the males, but I didn’t want to show it. That would ruin my professional appearance and ultimately lead to me receiving less money for my services.
As I turned and started to make my way back to the mattress I could hear the males talking quietly behind me. “Oh man she’s got a fine ass,” I heard one say, “I can’t wait ta fucker,” another one said. And there were a few more that I couldn’t quite make out as well. I knew that they were compliments and I did my best to make myself look as willing to mate as possible without over-doing it.
Once I reached the mattress and turned around I instantly made eye contact with Geno and said, “So, what would you like to do?”
He couldn’t come up with an answer quick enough before some of the other males shouted, “Suck him off,” or “Blow him.” I had come to learn a bit of slang when it came to mating, but even if I didn’t know what they wanted I could still use a few context clues to figure it out. The other males wanted me to mouth mate with Geno.
I didn’t even wait to see if that’s what Geno really wanted me to do. I guess that I was much more eager to begin mating than I had originally thought. I quickly kneeled down onto the mattress and began to remove Geno’s outer layer of artificial skin. He pulled back at first, not sure of what I was trying to do, but once I reassured him it was okay he came back and allowed me to finish. There was the ever present bulge under his inner layer of artificial skin (all of the males had bulges by now) and when I finally removed his inner layer of artificial skin his cock instantly sprang out.
It was just little bit bigger than Marco’s cock actually. I would estimate it to be around five and a half inches in length while the diameter was close to an inch and a half. I was quite excited to see that his cock was that size because I’ve already had a lot of experience working with something similar. I took a few licks, getting the same salty taste I usually did, before I quickly inserted the entire cock into my mouth. I didn’t realize how eager I was to begin at the time.
I had no trouble with the length or the girth so I quickly began to do the things that I normally do with Marco. Geno was tense and nervous at first, but it only took a few seconds before he began to truly enjoy it. I could tell from the sounds he was beginning to make that I was doing a good job with him. I was also enjoying myself as well. I didn’t have to worry about needing oxygen with a cock this size so that left me free to perform all the mouth mating techniques I’d acquired over the past few weeks. I was so fixated on mouth mating with Geno that I had totally forgotten about the other males.
I would assume that they were just standing there and enjoying my performance (perhaps some people just enjoyed to watch other people mate. That may be one of the reasons that “The Playboy Channel” exists… I’ll have to investigate further into this.) Eventually I remember hearing one of the males say, “Damnit dude, I’ve had enough! I’m gonna fuck her in that tight little ass of hers!”
Out of the corner of my eye (since my field of vision was dominated by Geno’s pelvic region) I saw the male with the lightest skin color break away from the group begin to move behind me. I turned my head to watch him a little bit, but I was quickly reminded that I was mouth mating with someone else. My human form didn’t have the ability to look behind it when put in this position, so I didn’t have many options. All I could do was continue to mouth mate with Geno and prepare for what I knew was coming.
But to my surprise the male didn’t make it all the way behind me. He stopped just outside my peripheral vision, and even though I couldn’t see him I could surely hear him begin to remove his artificial skin from around his waist. I kept focused on my mouth mating the entire time though. My customers wanted me to mouth mate with Geno, and until they gave me new instructions that’s what I was going to do. But new instructions came quicker than I thought they would.
All of a sudden I felt something warm hit me in the cheek. It wasn’t painful, but it was enough to get my attention. I pulled my head back far enough so that I could see what hit me while keeping at least the tip of Geno’s cock in my mouth. I had an idea of what it was, but I wasn’t completely sure until I saw it. The male that said he was going to fuck my tight little ass now had his cock right up against my face. It was a decent sized cock; perhaps around six inches long and about one and three-quarters in diameter.
I gave him a sort of confused look and he quickly said, “You wanna lube me up a bit first? It’s gonna hurt like hell otherwise.” I believed that I knew what he was talking about. He wanted me to provide some lubrication (in the form of saliva from my mouth) so that he could pseudomate with me. I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted to do because the term “ass” could mean the solid waste removal opening, but it also applies to the entire rear end or a person.
But there was one small problem. I was already mouth mating with Geno. I knew that I could not mouth mate with two cocks at once (they simply would not fit into my mouth), so I had to choose between one or the other. I knew that Geno was enjoying my mouth mating greatly and I could tell that he was about to release his cum so I didn’t want to stop, but I knew that I also needed some more lubrication for my solid waste removal opening. I had lubricated it before, but most of the lubrication had dried up. If I didn’t lubricate this male’s cock then pseudomating would in fact be very painful. And besides, he’d given me a new job to perform.
So I slowly slid what remained of Geno’s cock out of my mouth, but I quickly replaced it with my hand. If my mouth was being used then the least I could do for Geno was to hand mate with him. Once I had a decent frequency going with my hand mating I turned my attention back to the other male. His cock was at full attention and it was begging to be mated with. I didn’t want to make him wait any longer so I quickly began to insert it into my mouth.
I was able to get most of it into my mouth on the first try and I quickly managed to get the rest in shortly. Although it was a little uncomfortable I knew it wasn’t going to last long. After I made sure to apply as much lubrication as I possibly could to his cock I quickly let it pop out of my mouth. I didn’t wait long before I removed my hand from Geno’s cock and replaced it with my mouth once again. But as I began to mouth mate with him again I slowly started to lower myself into a different position. Geno caught on quickly and he followed me down. He ended up kneeling on the mattress while I was down on my hands and knees. This was the only way that I could continue mouth mating with Geno while the other male pseudomated with me. I could feel the mattress bend and rock as the other male got into position behind me. I could feel him place his moist cock at my solid waste removal opening. And then I could feel him began to thrust himself in.
Even though I had already prepared my solid waste removal opening prior to pseudomating I still felt quite a bit of pain. There were two main reasons for this. The first reason was that I didn’t fully prepare my solid waste removal opening to it’s maximum capacity. If I had done that then the males would not feel the tightness they wanted to feel when mating. I was expecting to feel that pain, but the majority of it was coming from the way the male was pseudomating with me.
He quickly inserted almost his entire cock into my solid waste removal opening in one thrust. And not only that, but he didn’t wait for me to get accustomed to the size before he began pseudomating. And on top of all of that he was oscillating at a very high frequency and there was not adequate lubrication despite my best efforts.
Normally when pseudomating it’s best to start of very slowly and gently. Marco was very good at doing this which is why I enjoyed pseudomating with him on occasion, but this male obviously wasn’t. He was oscillating wildly and almost out of control. It took all my concentration to keep my focus on Geno’s cock and to not hinder the other male in any way. If I was going to be a professional mater I needed to act like one, and none of the maters I had seen before (in real life or on “The Playboy Channel”) had stopped any male at any time. I knew the pleasure would come eventually and I would just have to wait for that.
I found that keeping my mind on Geno helped me to lessen the pain I was receiving. He was still my main target because mouth mating took the most concentration. I could probably pseudomate in my sleep if I needed to, but mouth mating took some skill. Unfortunately for me though I was doing too good of a job with Geno. Once the small spasms started to occur I knew what was coming. Geno gave one last thrust into my mouth before releasing his cum.
I guess this is a nice location to include this since it’s relevant. I noticed something strange about cum tonight although I had been suspicious about it for some time. It always seems to taste just a little bit different every time I tasted it. Even when it comes from the same male, in this case Marco, it always has a slight variation in taste. Sometimes it’s slightly sweeter and sometimes it’s slightly more bitter or metallic or “spicy”. Tonight it was made clear to me that cum can in fact taste radically different from male to male. I don’t remember what Geno’s tasted like exactly (due to my experiences afterwards), but I just remember it was different.
I didn’t have any trouble handling either Geno’s final thrust or his cum since I was used to a male of Geno’s size. I just calmly swallowed everything I could. When Geno was ready to remove his cock from my mouth I made sure to tightly squeeze my lips so I could remove as much moisture as possible.
Once it was removed though I was quickly reminded about the male I was pseudomating with. He was still causing me some pain, but it was beginning to fade. Luckily I didn’t have to wait long for Geno’s replacement. One of the darker-skinned males quickly took his place.
From that point on I really don’t remember many specifics. I began to mouth mate with this new male and his rather large cock (about the same dimensions as the male I had mated with last night). Just as the pseudomating pain was really starting to fade the male released his cum and another took his place behind me. Only this time they decided to actually mate with me instead of pseudomating. This particular male had a rather large cock as well and was about as gentle as the other male so it did hurt quite a bit at first. But as our mating progressed the pain, as always, slowly began to turn into pleasure.
After that everything began to get crazy. I can’t remember who did what or anything like that since it all just blurs together. But after I had used all of my openings at least once then things began to get truly pleasurable.
I knew that mating with more than one male would probably be more pleasurable that simply mating with a single one, but it was more complicated than that. It was more pleasurable, but it was a different kind of pleasure. With two or more males mating with you at once things begin to seem different. When one male’s mating and one is pseudomating it’s just overwhelming. The human brain just isn’t made to handle so many sensory inputs at once. It sort of gets lost in a sea of pleasure with only the occasional island or outcropping to remind you of your position. You can do nothing else but sit back and enjoy the ride. It’s a tremendous feeling and I suggest that every female tries to achieve it. I’m not sure how I was able to continue mouth or even hand mating with the males, but I know from my scattered memories that I did.
We tried just about every form of mating I knew with varying types being done at the same time. I’m not sure if my previous research into the subject of mating with more than one male aided me in any way, but it definitely didn’t hurt. From what I can remember we performed everything from a single male mammary mating with me to all five males mating with me at once. (That was truly an extraordinary experience. It was incredibly overwhelming but yet incredibly pleasurable at the same time). But even that moment pales in comparison to what I felt shortly afterwards.
I wasn’t sure what exactly I was feeling at first, but I could feel something begin to accumulate once most of the original mating pain was gone. I can’t really describe it very well, but each oscillation by each male continued to add a small amount. And after mating for some time it was almost overloading my senses. It was like this wall of pleasure just kept building and building and I finally got to the point where I lost myself in it. There was so much pleasure stored in my body that when it was finally got released it simply overtook my brain. I lost all control of everything. I simply could not control my body. I believe I was only mouth mating and actual mating at the time so the damage it caused was minimal, but there was still some damage done nevertheless. I simply stopped mouth mating with the male since my brain just couldn’t handle anything except the pleasure at the time. I remember the cock slowly slipping out of my mouth as my front hands buckled (I was in the “hands and knees” position at the time) and the front of my body fell down and made contact with the mattress. The only reason the male who was mating with me was unhindered was because he had a tight grip on my rear end so he was able to support the lower half of my body when I couldn’t.
It took some time for the pleasure to dissipate enough so that I could regain some of my normal body functions. The next thing I remember is having my head lying on top of the mattress while the other male continued to oscillate within my entrance. I was still feeling incredibly dizzy and faint from the rush of pleasure. It was undoubtedly the greatest thing I had ever felt, but I had no idea what it was at the time and I’m still not exactly sure what happened as of now either. It took me even longer to finally be able to reacquire my motor skills to the point where I could lift my head up off the mattress, albeit shakily.
It was only then that I realized that I had stopped mouth mating with the male. I quickly looked up to him to say that I was sorry, but he didn’t appear to be angry. In fact, he was smiling. “Yo Tre,” he called out as I got back up to the proper height level, “I tink ya made da bitch cum.”
“Hell yeah I did,” the person behind me responded, “itz all ova mai pants yo. But dat’s what happens when Tre fucks ya.”
Since my mind was still recovering from the intense rush of pleasure I didn’t process what I had heard at first. But as our mating progressed I began to think about it more and more. One of the males said that I had produced some cum as well, but I had never seen a female do such a thing before. In fact, I didn’t think it was possible. What purpose could a female have by producing cum? But as I though about it more I began to make some interesting developments. A female’s cum couldn’t be the same as a males because that would defeat the purpose of using males to mate. But if a female did in fact produce cum than what was it used for?
The only rational explanation I could come up with was that a female’s cum would be equivalent to providing more lubrication. Perhaps my body felt that my entrance wasn’t lubricated properly so it released all it’s stored up lubrication (the accumulating feeling that I felt earlier) to aid in mating. In the process it also just happened to release a large amount of pleasure. That was the only logical explanation I could come up with.
It wasn’t long after that before the males began to get tired, and I was getting extremely tired myself as well. We had mated for slightly longer than a human hour, much longer than I’d ever mated before, and it seemed like every male was finished. I wasn’t exactly keeping track of who did what, but to say that each male mated with me in almost every possible way seemed plausible. All of my orifices were well used by now and I had cum in places that I didn’t know it could reach. My mouth was mostly clean, although one of the males had enjoyed releasing his cum onto my face instead of inside my mouth. But my entire rear end was a complete mess. Both my entrance and solid waste removal opening had been thoroughly mated with and had the cum inside them to prove it. What wasn’t in my orifices was either sprayed across my rear end, dripping down my legs, or in a puddle on the mattress in between my legs. It wasn’t only the male’s cum though. My lubrication fluids and even my own cum was also mixed in there as well. Mating is a very messy procedure when it comes to humans.
The last male to mate with me was the male I had mated with the previous night (I had learned from listening to the other males communicate that his name was Tyrone). It wasn’t long after everyone else finished mating with me though that he finished as well. I felt him give one last thrust into my entrance and I felt whatever cum he had left be released into my entrance where it joined all the other male’s. He slowly pulled his cock out of my entrance and, panting for breath, made his way towards my mouth. When he presented his messy cock to me I knew exactly what to do since I had been doing it the entire time. I quickly inserted his softening cock into my mouth before I began to clean it (The taste was truly interesting at that point. I could literally taste every single male’s cum when I cleaned his cock). Once I had made a few oscillations of my own to clean off his cock I slowly pulled my head back, keeping my lips as tight as possible, before feeling his cock leave my mouth entirely.
He then walked over to join all the other males. Some were sitting against the wall still panting for breath without their lower artificial skin applied at all while others had finished up and cleaned up some time ago. “Would anyone like to mate with me again?” I asked for what seemed the thousandth time in the past hour. I was getting close to my two hour limit in morph so I really didn’t want to mate again, but I still had to be polite to my customers. That’s what a business is supposed to do, right?
I heard a few groans from the males as well as a joke that I can’t remember, but I knew from their actions that they were all finished. There would be no more mating tonight.
“Well,” I started, “if no one wants to mate anymore then I hope you all enjoyed mating with me as much as I enjoyed mating with you.” I had heard the phrase used a few times in Human culture, so I decided that it would be a good idea to modify it a bit and to use it here.
Once the official statement came from me that we had finished all the males seemed to get up and start to get ready to leave. I decided that it was best for me to get up as well since my hands and knees were beginning to ache. I didn’t use the hands and knees position exclusively, but it was by far the most popular position. And since the mattress wasn’t very comfortable I began to develop some soreness in my knees. I needed to stand up and stretch my body out; I had been in the same position for too long.
It was difficult getting onto my legs at first, but with the help of a nearby waste receptacle I was able to make it. It was only then that I got a good view of the mattress. It looked like a horrendous mess. If I was going to use it again I was going to have to thoroughly clean it. There were traces of cum across the entire top portion of the mattress, but that was nothing compared to the gigantic spot that happened to be in between my legs. I wasn’t sure if any Andalite cleaning solution, much less anything the humans had, could remove a stain that massive.
And I wasn’t very clean either. As I had mentioned previously my entire rear end and both my orifices were covered in cum as well. But now, in my new standing position, the cum was slowly beginning to make it’s way from that area of my body to the ground due to the Earth’s gravity. I could feel large amounts of cum that I didn’t even feel inside of me begin to make it way out of my body and down my legs. It was a truly strange experience.
Meanwhile the males had reapplied their artificial skin and were now socializing amongst themselves. I knew that they were discussing how much to pay me because every once in a while I could overhear one of the males say things like, “she deserves more than that,” and, “I don’t believe I have that much.” It would’ve been rude for me to interrupt them or to listen in to their conversation, so I just stood quietly and let my customers decided how good of a job I did.
After they all pulled out their wallets and removed the appropriate amount of money they each handed it over to Tyrone. And once he had collected all of the money from the four other males he walked over and handed it to me.
“Ya fuck reel good, uh, I dun’t think ya evur said your name,” he said just before he handed me the money, stopping to wait for my answer. I wasn’t sure what to say. I couldn’t tell him my real name, and it wasn’t a good idea to give them Rachel’s name, so I quickly tried to come up with something else. I was struggling with what name to tell him as I quickly swallowed as a nervous response. I must have had a bit of residual cum left in my mouth somewhere because I instantly had a sweet taste in my mouth. And that sweet taste got me thinking…
“Um, Candy,” I said to him, “my name is Candy.” I had seen the name used on “The Playboy Channel” occasionally and I thought it was a silly name to have. Why name someone after a sweet type of food? But luckily for me I had remembered it just in time.
“Candy, huh?” Tyrone said questioningly. I was afraid that he knew I was lying, but as his questioning look faded he simply said, “How sweet.” I knew it was supposed to be a joke (even I could’ve seen that coming), so I laughed along with everyone else. Once everyone had finished laughing Tyrone handed me the money and said, “I dunno where ya learned ta fuck like dat, but ya’re amazing.”
“Thank you very much,” I replied gleefully. I was proud of my mating abilities and I knew that I was getting very good at it. I still probably wasn’t quite as good as a real professional mater, but I was quickly catching up.
“Ya’re so good in fact dat everyone would like ta invite ya ta a little party we’ll be havin,” Tyrone continued. “Ya can be da entertainment if ya know what I mean. If ya just do what ya did here ya’ll be perfect. So, whaddya say?”
I didn’t believe what I was hearing was true, so I decided to confirm it myself. “Are you asking me to appear at one of your celebrations so that I may mate with all of the males in attendance?”
“If dat’s whut ya wanna call it, yeah,” Tyrone said back with a small laugh.
“How many males are scheduled to appear?” I asked feeling quite excited by the premise.
“I dunno,” Tyrone replied, “could be as many as thirty or so. Maybe mo if dey bring der friends.” That certainly got me excited. It wasn’t just because I might be mating with thirty different males, it was also because that thirty different males would be paying me. Even if I received a fraction of what Tyrone had paid me yesterday I would still be making quite a lot of money for doing something that I enjoyed.
“And they’ll all pay me for my services?” I asked just to be sure.
“Sure,” Tyrone said back, “if ya keep da pay me whut ya want thing we can have like a tip jar or somethin. That way everyone can pay ya what dey want. So, you up fo it?”
I could barely contain my excitement as I said, “I would greatly enjoy lending my services toward your celebration.”
“Great,” Tyrone said back, “it starts on Tuesday at midnight. It’s not far, so I could come an pick ya up here and bring ya. Just one thang; Ya do actually have some clothes, right?”
I guess that clothes were somewhat important in professional mating. Not only had I gotten that advice from a professional mater herself, but now even my clients wanted me to wear clothes. “Yes,” I replied, “I do have some artif… clothes.”
“Good,” Tyrone replied, “because I dun know what people’d think if dey saw me leadin a naked teenager inta someone’s house. I’ll see ya on Tuesday before midnight here. Thanks for the great fuckin’ tonight as well. You’ve earned every dolla.”
Each one of the other males also thanked me as they all slowly made their way out of the alley.
I waited until I couldn’t hear them anymore before I rushed out into the light and began to count the money I had received. I was amazed at how much was there. One hundred and seventeen dollars! I wasn’t quite expecting that much. I had gone from being awarded ten dollars per person to being awarded $23.40 per person in one night! If I kept that trend up I’d be making as much as an actual professional mater in no time!
I was expecting to use the money I had earned tonight to finish my Gestalt Atom Randomizer, but with this much I could do more than that. If I added yesterday’s earnings as well as the previous money I had possession of then I would have one hundred and thirty-five dollars. That was more money than I ever thought I’d have. Not only could I finish my Gestalt Atom Randomizer, but I could now make it better than I had imagined. I wouldn’t have to rely on scrap material I had found anymore. I could finally purchase all the materials I needed to make it work like it was originally intended to.
I was so overjoyed that I nearly forgot about my morphing limit. But luckily the thought dawned on me just in time. I quickly demorphed and then slowly began to remorph. I was extremely tired from all of the mating and the morphing wasn’t exactly helping the situation. Once I had fully morphed into my owl morph I had to take a short break to regain some energy. But I knew that sleep would be the best rejuvenator and the sooner I got back to my scoop the sooner I could go to sleep. I also knew that I would have to write everything down when I got back so I wouldn’t forget anything important. So after making sure I was still clutching the money I had made in one of my talons I lazily took off and began to flap.
It was a very hard flight back to my scoop, but knowing that I would get to rest once I got there was all the motivation I needed. I eventually made it back to my scoop and literally collapsed due to exhaustion. But I didn’t have much time to rest since I knew there were still things to be accomplished. So after I slowly demorphed I made sure to place my well earned money in it’s usual location before going to write this entry.
I’m not sure how I’m still standing at this point, but it doesn’t really matter. I have finished writing and now I can finally sleep. At least I will have a few days off from professional mating (it’s not that I don’t enjoy doing it, but I really need some decent rest, I need to prepare myself for mating with a very large number of males, and I already have enough money to keep me occupied until Tuesday). I am really looking forward to finishing my Gestalt Atom Randomizer tomorrow. With the quality components I will be receiving it should work better than I ever hoped it would.
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Ending Timestamp: 3:42am Human Time
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