The smell was the first thing he remembered, dank and musty, the smell of old. He was still groggy after a multi-month hyper sleep during his return from a research station on the edge of the galaxy where he'd been stationed for five years. What he wanted now was pussy, real pussy, not the synthetic shit they provided on the research stations, but real earth pussy.
The prostitutes were lined up along the wall as he remembered from previous visits, with the manager standing off to the side. He took a quick glance up and down the line, passing over several who he thought were trying too hard and settled on a busty redhead wearing a dark blue bra and pantie set with white, knee-high boots. He walked over and extended his hand, "Would you like to join me?" he asked her.
She nodded, took his hand and followed him as he led her to the manager. A quick swipe of his ID card and he was on the clock and his medical records scanned, indicating no STDs. The manager nodded at the young woman, and she led him off to her room. As they walked down the hall, she introduced herself as Kayley. She had a smile that disarmed him immediately and he began to forget that he was just paying for pussy.
She touched her hand to the pad on the door and it opened with an audible clunk. They slipped into the room and the door closed automatically behind them. She stopped and turned to him, lifting onto her toes and kissing him softly, which brought life back to his soul. Her arms draped over his shoulders and her leg lifted and wrapped around his butt as she pressed herself against him, feeling the bulge forming.
His hands slipped down and gently cupped her ass, feeling the softness of her silky panties as he pressed his bulge forward and reveled in the feel of her warm flesh, realizing it wasn't the real pussy he longed for, it was the real woman attached to it.
They kissed deeply, most of the clients she didn't know already were returning from off-world and she knew what they needed more than anything was the human touch that was forbidden during their missions. It was sometimes known as the girlfriend experience, and she was good at it and made her clients forget that she was a whore, at least for an hour or so.
