Author's Note: This is a spin-off of the 'Carrots' series I'm writing. While that series isn't done at the moment, I did want to add a bit more variety now that I've introduced more characters. The characters are the same, but now it's from someone else's standpoint. I hope you enjoy it.
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Splicing: the combining of DNA from a human and non-human source, resulting in animal-like humans. Genetically they are both, so having children means there's a chance of getting either a regular human or a spliced baby. It's been several generations since splicing started, so the new generations are more varied than just by skin tone. And that variety extends to the bedroom as well. You want to get boned by a dog? How about drink from a literal cow-girl's tits? How about riding a horse-man all night long? One thing's for sure, sex is on a whole other level nowadays.
Sam just raised her eyebrow at the text she had just gotten from Liz. She had just started to get into bed to tackle the next day early when her phone had buzzed and she heard a jazz riff, which was Liz's notification tone.
'New guy came to the gym today, says he just moved here, wondered if I knew a good masseuse that could handle a shark spliced. Gave him your name and number, so you should hear from him soon. Name's Carter, and he's a total hunk. Careful where you put those hands of yours ;)'
Sam just shook her head. She had never seen a shark spliced up close, but she knew they had really rough skin like sandpaper. She looked at her own palms, grinning slightly at how they too were scaled just like the rest of her. Well, at least the outside of her.
"Poor guy's probably never had a good massage. Most people would have to wear gloves, and that just doesn't give that same level of stress relief as using bare hands."
Sam glanced back at the last part of the text. Who did Liz think she was? She may put her hands all over other people on a regular basis, but she kept it very professional, and only gave extras to those that she either liked or she knew tipped extremely well. She didn't need her business to be known as one of those dime-a-dozen happy ending backroom massage joints. That would lose her a lot of reputable business. Even still, she couldn't deny that she was curious about him. Sam went to sleep shortly after, wondering when she would get a call from this mysterious Carter.
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She woke up the next morning, a beautiful Saturday, went about her usual routine, checked her schedule, and then planned accordingly. She didn't have any appointments until noon, and since it was only 9, she knew she had time to get in a light jog and lunch before her first client was due. Sam's apartment was relatively small, being nothing more than a studio in downtown. She needed it to be small or else she'd go broke renting out the space where she has her business, despite it also being small.
Her business space was little more than a single room with a small bathroom just barely big enough for one person, but it served its purpose just fine. Sam went on her jog, thanking the powers that be that it was a warm morning and she didn't need to layer much. After she got back roughly 30 minutes later, she quickly showered off and then made herself a fresh salad and a nice lean 6 oz. steak. She may have been health conscious, but she needed the protein. Once she had cleaned up, she threw on a tank top and a pair of leggings and locked up as she headed to work.
It was only a ten minute walk to work, and that gave her plenty of time to make sure everything was set up. Once she arrived, she went through her list of oils and towels, marking down anything she needed to replace or wash. It only takes a few minutes, and once done she gets everything set up for her first client, who would be arriving soon. She puts her phone on silent, hangs her jacket on the coat rack by the door, and just waits patiently. A few minutes later, she hears a knock at the door.
After checking through the peephole to see if it was her client, she unlocks the door and lets him inside. Her first client for the day is named William, and he's a member of the city council. He's a not spliced, but he does a lot for them. He's been a client of hers for a few years now, and while he's single, he's not currently looking for a steady relationship. His work is his marriage to him, so he doesn't have the time for a wife and potential children. Unfortunately it really takes a toll on him, so he has Sam get out all the knots and stress he's built up over the week, and in return she gets consistent business.
Her favorite part about William was that he was always discreet about their appointments. He never talked about her to anyone, and she never talked about him to anyone. It was a good arrangement, because he liked to get a little extra from time to time, and he tipped her accordingly for it. He was wearing casual clothes, which he removed after stepping behind a thick black curtain Sam had set up around the table for additional privacy. Inside was a small lamp with a red bulb, which provided enough light while keeping it dark at the same time.
She waited outside like she did with all her clients, and when she heard him climb onto the table, she gave him a few more seconds to get comfortable before walking in. He was facedown already and completely nude, and she noticed that he had put a $100 bill on her small side table, his way of letting her know he wanted some extras for the day. She smiled and took off her top and leggings, tossed them onto the floor by her small table, and then started to oil him up and work on his back.
William was her most respectful client in all regards. He knew she was just trying to make ends meet, and that she was a nice girl at heart. He wouldn't always ask for extra services, and even if he did, they were usually small. A $20 and she went topless and let him fondle, $40 got him a quick handjob, $60 was a blowjob, but $100 was the full service package. He'd only asked her once before, and it had been after a particularly rough week for the city. She hadn't seen anything on the news or in the paper, so it must've been something behind closed doors.