Space Leisure Utility Team -

"Okay, let's go over it one more time."

"Right. So I pull up the appointment on my data pad and select 'Access Entry.' And I tap the data pad to the access panel on the door."

Damona nodded, smiling. "And then?"

"Then I wait for the client to confirm entry on the other side."

"And what happens when they do that?"

Maryn recited dutifully. "That not only unlocks the door, granting me access to their room, but it initiates the timer for the appointment. If they've paid for an hour, that hour starts at that moment."

"Perfect," Damona said, twirling a stylus in her fingers. "And what happens if you go over the time?"

"The client will be prompted on their data pad and asked if they want to continue the appointment. If they ignore the prompt, it will automatically accept after 4 minutes and they'll be charged. Or they can choose to accept and add on. If not, the appointment is over, and I have 4 minutes to leave the room and confirm the end of the session in the system."

Damona clapped her hands together. "I think you've got it all down! You're gonna be great tomorrow, Mar."

Maryn grinned. She had been working so hard the past few weeks to learn the software they used for appointments, memorizing the various scenarios she might be faced with. She and Damona sat in a plush purple booth at a restaurant called Indigo Cove. It was a favorite of her teammates and she and her boss had been sipping tropical drinks and eating oysters while she prepared and studied.

"Thanks, Damona. I'm obviously a little nervous, but at least I'm prepared."

"It's fair to be nervous. But really, I think it's going to go really well. This client seems kind of perfect for a first appointment and I have the utmost confidence in your skills."

Maryn swallowed her nerves. None of her teammates had really seen her "skills," apart from that moment in the dressing room, so she wasn't sure why Damona was so confident in her. But she accepted the compliment anyway - she had been top of her class at the Academy for a reason, and she was eager to show everyone what she could do.

Besides, she had been observing appointments now for weeks, watching her friends suck and fuck various tourists like pros. It had made her extremely eager to actually have a cock inside her, but she had also learned a lot about how to treat clients, ways to get out of uncomfortable situations, and overall how to be an elite level SLUT. She was ready.

Later that evening, while she laid in bed in her apartment, she reviewed her first client's file. Vladen Koz's profile showed all kinds of information about him -- his occupation, likes and dislikes, desires, and even a photo of him. He was some kind of computer engineer (Maryn barely recognized the words and acronyms that made up his job title) who seemed to be analytical and straightforward. He had described himself as "too busy for social niceties" and said he wanted to meet with a SLUT girl to "explore the female body and become skilled in the sexual arts." A bit dry, but it sounded like he was an intellectual. He would either be super rough and kinky, or boring as hell -- nothing in between. Either way, Maryn felt sure that she could handle it. His photo showed a serious looking young man, with pale skin and dark hair and eyes. He wasn't conventionally handsome, and he definitely needed to spend some time in a vitamin D chamber, but Maryn liked him.

She wanted nothing more than to make tomorrow a good experience for him. If she thought beyond that, she hoped she would have a regular client and could show Damona and the rest of the girls that she was a good asset to the team. She turned off the lights and activated the window shades, though she knew she wouldn't get much sleep.

The next day, Maryn thought her nerves had tripled. Though underneath the anxiety and pressure, she felt a ripple of excitement -- she was going to get to do what she did best this evening. And even though it was all about her client's pleasure, she knew the adrenaline and tension of the moment would be pleasurable for her too. She sat at the counter in the locker room while Vela leisurely curled her hair. Vela was chatting away about a new archeological discovery that had been made on a planet Maryn had never heard of. She had learned of it from one of her favorite galactic history podcasts and she was relaying the details with great enthusiasm. Maryn wasn't really following the specifics, but she smiled up at her beautiful friend. She was so grateful that Vela had taken her under her wing, and was here to distract her from her nerves.

As time went by, Maryn's hair was curled and Jatun did her makeup. "I went with something a little natural," the Surn woman said, brushing her purple fingertips over Maryn's cheeks. "I usually have to go a little over the top on my own complexion." They laughed together and another wave of gratitude washed over her.

Additionally, each of her coworkers stopped by her seat at the vanity and brought her a single flower, which they added to a vase. Each flower was different, and when they were all assembled, they made up a colorful and exotic bouquet. Vela had explained it was their team's tradition to celebrate a new girl's first appointment, and Maryn was nearly brought to tears.

"Aye, don't make her cry!" Jatun shouted, playfully swatting Hazelle on the ass when she added her flower and came to embrace Maryn. "She just put on mascara!"

They had all helped her choose her outfit -- including her lingerie -- and once Maryn was dressed in a tight black dress that zipped all the way up the back, she was ready to go.

"Want me to walk with you?" Vela asked, squeezing Maryn's hand gently. "My appointment isn't for like 20 minutes."

Maryn took a deep, centering breath. "Thank you, but you don't have to. I don't want you to be late, and the walk will give me a minute to get in the zone."

After hugs and kisses and several slaps on the ass, Maryn followed the directions on her data pad through a maze of O7 hallways and lanes until she came to the Eastern sector and the room Vladen was staying in. Pausing in front of the door, she checked the time and took a deep breath. "You can do this," she whispered to herself. Then she tapped her data pad and a red light on the panel flashed.

Moments later, a man flung the door open. Maryn did her best not to jump at the abruptness. The man standing on the other side wasn't looking at her, though. His eyes were fixed on the data pad strapped to his wrist, and he motioned with his other hand for her to come inside. Maryn's stomach flipped with nerves. This wasn't the welcome she was prepared for, but she knew she could adapt.

"Hi, thank you." She entered behind Vladen, who walked quickly ahead of her, his head still bent towards his device. "I'm Maryn. And you're Vladen?"

He finally looked up, his dark eyes connecting with her. "Please call me Vlad. And sit."

"Um, sure," Maryn said, a bit taken aback. He wasn't harsh or demanding, just very direct as he bid her to sit on the sofa closest to her. Vlad, however, didn't join her. He crossed the room to a veritable pile of computers, strewn about with wires and metallic green hardware, all sitting on the floor of the living area. Vlad crouched down in what looked like an uncomfortable position and began typing with one hand, his other raised so he could read the data pad. "I'll be finished in just a moment," he called, and Maryn checked the time. Did he understand that he was paying for this moment? Couldn't he mess with his computers later? Appointments with new clients had extra time built in for the girls to get to know who they were seeing, but still, he was wasting precious moments with a hot, willing woman sitting on his couch! It was definitely odd.

After a few minutes of Maryn fussing with the hem of her dress or twisting her hair absently, Vlad tapped a button with finality and rose. He joined her on the couch, sitting a good three feet away.

"Thank you for waiting. Once I get in the middle of something like that I like to see it to completion."

Maryn wondered if he realized how suggestive his phrasing was, but she just smiled. "That's perfectly fine! It's very nice to meet you. I'm excited for us to get to know each other." She paused but Vlad said nothing. "Um, why don't you tell me what you're looking for from me and we can go from there?"

Vlad's eyes wandered to the side of the room and Maryn supposed he was thinking, but it was possible too much eye contact just wasn't comfortable for him. His strong brow creased and a lock of his dark hair fell over his forehead. "Well I suppose the reason I booked this appointment is because in the past, when I've had sexual partners, I've felt as if I was unsure of what to do."

"Oh," Maryn said softly, but Vlad cut her off.

"I don't mean to say I literally didn't know what to do. I've watched pornography and read books, and I've now had several sexual partners. But I feel unsure, while I'm doing the things, if I'm doing the things correctly. Does that make sense?"

Maryn thought it did. "Sure. You want to be skilled in bed. But it's hard to practice on someone who you want to please."

"Precisely. I was hoping this arrangement would be conducive to me asking some questions, being exploratory, and receiving some feedback from a... professional. I am someone who likes to do well at the tasks they perform, and I don't see why sex should be any different."

Maryn's stomach knotted. He sounded so clinical that it made her slightly nervous. But she understood where he was coming from, so she took a deep breath, determined to help him the best she could. Wasn't that really the job, after all? To help people to feel pleasure and have a happier life.

"Ok, Vlad. I think I can help you with that. Do you have an idea of where you'd like to start?"

Vlad nodded once, resolutely. "I do." He stood, his tall frame looming over her. "I'd like to be able to look at you freely, without feeling rushed. Can we go to the bedroom?"

She nodded and followed him from the room. This was certainly not what she expected from her first appointment, but she would make the best of it. Maybe what Vlad needed was to be with someone who wasn't intimidated by his severity, who could still be sexy in the face of his clinical demeanor.

She entered the bedroom and Vlad closed the door behind her. The lights were on and he stood before her, waiting. She looked up at him beneath her lashes, adopting a flirtatious air. She slipped the strap of her dress off one shoulder. "Should I go ahead and take this off?"

"Go ahead," he said, clasping his hands behind his back. He stared at her as she slipped the strap further down her arm. She turned, arching her back and presenting her ass to him, then looked over her shoulder.

"Would you mind?" When he didn't move, she added "The zipper?" She swept her hair out of the way and turned away again, then felt him approach her, felt his hand tugging on the zipper until it lowered down her back. She slid out of the dress, letting it drop to the floor. She had chosen to wear a black lace set under the dress, and she could practically feel his eyes trace the shape of her ass in the pretty thong. She turned to face him and confirmed her suspicion -- she watched his eyes sluggishly trace up her body back to her face. "Which part did you want to look at first?" She tilted her head and let her eyes go wide, like she knew men liked. Vlad's pupils were already blown and he blinked slowly.

"I would, um," he cleared his throat, "I would like you to take off the bra."

Without looking away, Maryn reached behind her back and unclasped her black lace bra. She let it slowly slide down until it also fell to the floor. Her full breasts were now on display, and she felt her nipples harden slightly from the cool air, and from Vlad's stare. He looked straight at her chest without shame, and something about that made Maryn's pulse quicken. He was looking at her so unabashedly, so brazenly, and it was honestly kind of hot.

"What next?" She asked in a low voice. She was only wearing one more piece of clothing, but thought he might want to touch her first.

But Vlad just nodded, so she slipped her fingers into the sides of the thong and slowly pulled it down her smooth legs. She saw Vlad's Adam's apple bob in his throat, watched his eyes wander down her now fully naked body.

Maryn was surprised by how turned on she was. Something about the way he was hungrily taking in every inch of her was doing it for her. And if she was honest, she was enjoying that she was making him nervous. His directness was waning when faced her body in reality, and she was enjoying how powerful it felt. She was basically vibrating with need, wanting him to touch her, but she held still and waited.

"Vlad," she said gently, and he seemed to remember himself a bit. "What do you want to do now?"

"I would like to touch you. Would that be alright?"

"Of course."

So Vlad stepped toward her and reached towards her with both hands outstretched, cupping her ample tits. He stared at the flesh moving between his fingers as he kneaded her, and Maryn focused on breathing steadily. Keeping on hand firmly gripping her boob, he started to move the other one around, caressing her skin, tracing the contours with his fingers, around the side and underneath. Goosebumps spread over her skin as he rubbed the back of his fingers over her tight nipple, touch light as a feather, then brought them back up to gently pinch it. Maryn licked her lips as she watched, her breath ragged.

"Would you like to taste them? You can if you want," she encouraged.

Vlad nodded, so Maryn sat on the edge of the bed while Vlad knelt before her, his body nestled between her naked thighs. She knew her pussy was wet and hoped he could smell her arousal. If he did, he didn't remark on it before closing his eyes and taking her left nipple fully into his mouth. He sucked on her slowly and with what felt like genuine passion, and Maryn's chest heaved. His other hand continued to massage her other tit.

"Do you like that?" She breathed. He finally looked up into her eyes again.

"I do. Do you like it?"

He looked so earnest. "I do. It feels good. Your tongue is warm and soft. And you're not being too rough or too gentle, right in the middle."

She saw him swallow again. "Good. Would you lie back on the bed?"

"Of course," Maryn said, and laid back, her legs still dangling over the edge of the bed. He was still crouched in front of her, but she knew he was level with her glistening pussy. She spread her legs further so his view was unobstructed. "You can do whatever you like."

Then, nothing.

After what felt like an eternity, Maryn sat up and found that Vlad was staring at her intently, unmoving. "Is everything alright?" Had she done something wrong? Was he not that into her? Maryn desperately didn't want to fuck this appointment up, and if she was being honest, she wanted it to be a good experience for Vlad, too. He seemed like a sweet guy, and she wanted to help him to feel confident, but if he wasn't attracted to her, there wasn't much she could do.

Without shifting his gaze from her body, Vlad nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry," he rasped. "I'm just taking my time. Looking at everything. Is that allowed?"

"Of course it's allowed! Take all the time you need. I'll just lay back until you're ready."

Her head rejoined the comforter and she stared at the ceiling, waiting. After another agonizing minute, Vlad cleared his throat. Then she felt him, the slightest touch of his finger across her clit. Her body jolted, half from surprise, half from the sensation. She closed her eyes and savored the stimulation as he brought his other hand to her thigh, spreading her open further. His fingers lightly brushed over her most sensitive skin, exploring her clit and her pussy with the barest touch. The pressure was achingly soft and she craved more, but forced herself to remain in control so Vlad could move at his own pace. He murmured something to himself when she felt her muscles flexing beneath his touch.

"You seem to be reacting, but I'm barely touching you. Does this really feel good?"

"Um," she started. She wanted to give him an honest answer. "It's less that it feels good, and it's more the anticipation. And the fact that you're watching me so closely." He continued to touch her while she answered, still so gently, and she swallowed. "It's just that I'm naked and spread open before you, and it's vulnerable. And you're teasing me so much."

She sat up slightly to gauge his reaction, but he didn't meet her eyes. He stayed entirely focused on her body, watching her with that steady gaze. She watched as he ran a finger along the length of her opening, then brought his finger -- slick and sticky with her arousal -- to his mouth. His brows furrowed slightly, like he was trying to decide if he liked the taste of her, but he quickly went back to touching her, this time with a little more pressure. He slipped one finger inside her slick cunt and she gasped. That finally caught his attention and he locked eyes with her.

"You like that?" The question was so soft it was almost a whisper. Maryn just nodded, and he began to move his finger in and out of her, so slowly it was almost torturous.

"I would like it if you added another finger," she suggested breathlessly. Vlad turned his focus back to his work, his brow furrowed with concentration, and added another finger. He moved his fingers in and out, in and out, and Maryn let out a soft moan. "Mmm, yes just like that. It feels good if you curl your fingers upwards, like you're beckoning s-- yes!"

His strong fingers curled slightly and he began to move a little faster. She could feel the juices running out of her, could hear his fingers working her over in the otherwise silent room.

"Do you want to taste me?"

Vlad's eyes flared, his pupils so huge they consumed his irises. He didn't bother to reply, just simply buried his face between her legs without preamble. Maryn gasped and gripped the bedding -- she was not expecting such enthusiasm from this man who was treating her like a scientific test. But Vlad didn't hold back and he sucked and lapped at her cunt, swirling his tongue over her clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

She let her head fall back on a groan and ran her hands up her body to clutch at her tits. "Yes, fuck Vlad. That feels so good," she moaned, and she meant it. He had been reserved before, but her client seemed to have lost all of his inhibitions. Either he needed some time to warm up, or he just loved eating pussy.

Maryn didn't bother to contemplate things any further, as Vlad relentlessly licked at her cunt, fucking into her with his tongue as deeply as he could. She laced her fingers through his thick hair and lightly tugged. Apparently he enjoyed that, because she felt the exquisite vibrations of his moan against her pussy. He clearly had a natural talent for this, or he truly was letting his instincts take over, because his every movement felt expertly exquisite.

She was getting close and tried to huff out her words between pants of breath. "Do you... want me... to cum now?... Or should... I wait?"

Apparently lost in the reverie, Vlad mumbled what sounded like "now" against her skin as he continued to feast. Though it was difficult to get the words out, Maryn instructed him on how to touch her and lick her at the same time, and he took to her directions masterfully. The combined sensations of his strong fingers and his eager tongue were enough to push her over the edge and she clutched the back of his head, pulling him into her.

"Fuck, yes baby, that feels so good! I'm so close, keep going just like that, that's fucking perfect." Every muscle in her body tightened as erotic bliss washed over her. She came hard, grinding her pussy against his face while she rode out her pleasure.