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The Sacrifice
(Terri Pray)
Jen's body tingled, heat rippling across her breasts, teasing her nipples into peeks as her core moistened as she lay in bed. Desire ruled her body, sending waves through her nerves, trembles across her skin, dancing over her belly and into her pussy.
How long had it been since she'd been able to work? Since a client had made a request that required her particular skill set? Long enough for her body to complain at the lack. She'd be happy even with a simple assignment, one without all of the bells and whistles that would challenge her and push her to the limit.
She sighed and traced her fingers over the upper curves of her breasts, testing the sensitivity. Her skin tightened beneath the gentle caress, craving so much more than she could ever do to herself. She tweaked her nipples, shuddering as the small points of pain flared, then eased, hungry for the promise of more.
Jen stroked her body, moving her fingers down over her body, across the tight plain of her abdomen, lingering on the small swelling all women gained sooner or later at her lower belly before she allowed herself the luxury of touching the nest of neatly trimmed hair at the juncture of her thighs.
It would be easy to tease herself, to torment her body until she reached the orgasm she craved, but what good would it have done? Beyond easing her hungers for a few hours.
It still wouldn't provide her with the same level of satisfaction she gained from serving a client. Allowing her body to be used to fulfill their fantasies answered a need in her no form of masturbation could ever match. The heaven's alone knew she'd tried to find another way to answer the hungers that tormented her on a daily basis.
She had a body others had told her was built for sex, and a mind hungry for the delicious perversions only be fulfilled by her deliciously evil minded clients. No matter what others might think of her trade, of the way she sold her body, she'd been made for this line of work. Even when offered other options, she'd always come back to working for the agency. She embraced it, all of it. The men and women who paid for her company were often well established, rich, comfortable with their passions, and their desires called to her in dark, dangerous tones she refused to ignore.
After all, women like herself were the only ones who could fulfill their dreams, and she saw no point in pretending otherwise. Women, and no doubt a few men, who were masochists. Who craved pain in order to enjoy pleasure.
Everyone was born with a gift.
This was hers.
Her hungers pushed through even in the height of her passions as she served a client. It didn't matter what personal she took on, how deeply programmed the scenario might be, her own needs always wriggled to the surface. So much so that they had taken to warning her clients about the depth of her reactions in case they desired a frigid persona to play with.
Though why anyone would actually contact a licensed sex worker for that was beyond her.
Jen lay in her bed, watching the monitor on the wall flicker to life and the dark-haired woman appearing on the screen. She quickly pulled the sheet up over her breasts, rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow.
"Jen, we've got a new client asking for you, are you free?" the woman asked.
Jen's heart skipped a beat. Was this the chance to finally end her dry spell? She nodded, her eagerness to take on this new project flushed through her already aroused body. Even the thought of taking on a new client, without knowing the details, was enough to send shivers of anticipation through her eager body.
"It's a special situation, fantasy, historical, a little paranormal all thrown into one," the woman continued. "He's asked for some - erm - extras in the set up. I've got the list ready if you're interested."
Jen was intrigued. What kind of extras could the client be asking for? She ran her fingers through her hair and stared at the screen. She hadn't even had a chance for a coffee. What time was it? She glanced at the information, a moment of annoyance forced its way to the surface as she silently bemoaned the loss of a chance to curl back up and rest. Perhaps it would have been nice to sleep in, but business came first.
"Morning Phillipa. What's the offer?" She didn't enjoy discussing money before her first sip of caffeine but so be it.
A figure flashed on the screen, and she smiled. That was easily double her normal rate. What on earth was the client looking for that he was willing to shell out that amount of cash? "Interesting. What extras does he have in mind?" Curiosity warred with the small, quiet voice of caution. All of her clients had extensive background checks run on them long before Phillipa allowed them anywhere near her people.
"It's extensive."
The list appeared and, unlike the offer, remained on the screen even after she'd read through it twice. "Well, damn."
"Exactly. I said close to the same thing when I first read through it. He's open to negotiation on the fee, but not the list. I tried to discuss the potential problems, but he made it clear, this is what he wants." Phillipa pushed a stray strand of hair back from her eyes before continuing. "He's not playing around, and he's cleared all of our checks. Even the extra ones."
"Why me?" Jennifer's mind raced with worry as her eyes darted over the list of items her client wanted for their 'fantasy'. Pliers, whips, knives, and a full set of restraints. He was asking for something far beyond what she usually provided, something much darker.
"That would because you're one of the few women with a full implant, you'll play into the scene the way he wants, and he can enjoy his fantasy without worrying that you'll lose the moment at the wrong time."
Jennifer could feel anxiety welling up inside her as she realized just why this particular client had chosen her among all the others working for the agency. Her full implant meant she could offer him a level of realism in their scene that no other worker could. She could provide him with a fantasy above and beyond anything he would have experienced before. With the use of partial memory blocks, character implantations, and an intensity that no other woman could match - and it came with a steep price tag. As far as Jen knew she was one of only four women working for this agency that had full implants. But if she took the contract, she'd be obligated to fulfill every one of his deliciously perverse desires, if he followed through with all of his plans - something that seldom happened with a first time client. Yet if she did, she'd earn enough money to pay off her remaining debt with some to spare.
The implant meant she seldom lacked for work for more than a few days, but the current dry spell had left her hungry. Yes, she was more expensive than those without the full package but those who craved the type of service she offered normally had deep pockets.
"I need time to go over the list. It's extensive and the scene he's asking for will mean extended time in the healing vats if anything goes wrong." She tapped the screen, bringing up two particular lines that offered potential issues. "This is going to get nasty if he doesn't know what he's doing. This whip on its own - I've seen the damage it can do in the wrong hands." Seen and experienced it. One of the reasons she now worked for Phillipa instead of the man she'd started with.
Odd, you'd have thought her original manager would have understood how dangerous it was not to run full checks on clients, but after only two weeks with him she'd walked out and never looked back.
"He knows how to use it and demonstrated it to my satisfaction. He's also paying for any medical care that might be required but assures me it shouldn't be necessary beyond the standard healing session. He's experience with the cat, as he called it, and I didn't correct him on the name."
No, you learned to pick your fights, especially in this line of work. Why anger a potential client? Except he was right this time. What Phillipa called a whip - and she'd taken to doing the same rather than correcting the madam every time - was truly a type of cat-o-nine-tails.
Interesting though. There were very few clients that were willing to cover the extra costs out of pocket, such as hands-on healing, which was one of the reasons her rates tended to be so high. Even fewer of their number knew the right terms for the items they often wanted to use.
Had he done something like this before, with another agency?
She took another look at the list, letting her eyes linger on each small detail. The idea the client had expressed wasn't simple, not to set up at least. No, he'd put thought into it, not just the broad sweep of the scenario, but the details themselves. It was interesting in far too many levels, and called to her with a seductive whisper she couldn't ignore. Still, it offered not only pleasure and pain but far too many risks even with the advanced medical facilities that would be on hand.
She'd have to rely on his self-control, his skills, if she was to accept the assignment. If he followed even the basic idea he'd laid out, it would be only a few steps above the standard type of play. But if he gave into the urge to use the tools laid out to the fullest extent of the possibilities the items offered?
"You're interested."
"Is it that obvious?" Jen flashed a grin at the waiting Phillipa, then shrugged. "Yes, well, I suppose it is, and yes I am. He's taken time to create this scenario thought potentially dangerous if he loses control but once. And he's obviously not going to be alone, not with how he's worded this part of the set up."
"Indeed, he's made it clear he will have observers who may, or may not, take part in other ways. A man and a woman, both have passed the background checks."
The idea of having others watching her as she worked didn't bother her. She was always observed when she worked, it was but one of the many security measures Phillipa insisted on. But one of the reasons she'd stayed with the woman. Others weren't always as protective of their employees.
Could she turn down the assignment? Of course, she had enough money, but this would give her enough to pay off her few remaining debts, removing any pressure she might face with other clients. That the man wanted to test the edges of what many would class as their limits, only added to her interests.
Other women might have laughed at her choice of employment, and more than a few friendships had ended, or never truly begun once they'd found out about her work, but it was legal thanks to the changes in laws during the twenty third century. And, for the most part, she enjoyed the work. There was, after all, nothing wrong with good healthy sex. Especially for someone like herself who had a decent sex drive.
Now, thanks to the changes in technology she had no chance of catching anything or becoming pregnant unless she wanted to be.
"I'll do it."
"I thought you would, or I wouldn't have contacted you."
Jen smiled. "When?"
"Tonight at eight. So you've plenty of time to prepare." Phillipa relaxed, a smile obvious as her fingers danced across the keyboard. The older woman preferred the more tactile sensation of a keyboard instead of the glowing projected keys many others used.
She'd need to prepare both mentally and physically.
"He'll be in suite B3. We'll have everything set up within the next few hours, including the download. I suggest you report to prep by seven. You'll need at least that long to fully assimilate the data."
"Understood. I'll be there by six-thirty." Better not to rush the process. "Just make sure there's always someone on observation during this one. I'm not willing to be left out on the edge if the shit hits the fan."
"We've never let you fly solo." Phillipa's eyes narrowed.
"I know, but let's keep it that way. Sorry, with that list even I'm a little on edge." She reached out to touch the monitor. "I trust you. See you tonight." She ended the call.
What was she getting herself into?
Jen rolled out of bed, leaving the sheet and blankets behind. Where did some of these people get their ideas from? History books? Porn? Nightmares? It was an odd request but intriguing enough she was willing to take the risk and grasp the chance at both the money and experience with both hands.
Of course, during the scene itself, she'd think it was real, thanks to the implant and the prep work before ever meeting the client.
A living, breathing fantasy. That's what she and others like her offered the clients. Their dreams made flesh with her participation adding the final touches. Be it a willing woman in their bed, or a captured maiden snatched from the street. Whatever they wanted, they got, if they had the money to pay for it, and this was far safer than the clients trying to find a partner among the world of normal people.
Jen turned the shower on, letting her mind wander as she waited for the steam to build up before stepping under the welcoming stream. Heat caressed her naked flesh as water pooled and beaded across her skin. Small pearls tugged on her breasts, teasing her nipples until they surrendered to the pure, sensual enjoyment. It wasn't often she had the chance of time for herself, despite the mandatory time off between the type of clients she enjoyed serving, and the rest of the world, most of her days left little time truly to herself.
Odd, it wasn't something she'd thought about until recently.
Time with her clients stole far more of her sensuality and sense of self than she'd have ever expected prior to working for Phillipa. Yet ten minutes for herself, enjoying a shower, wasn't such a terrible thing, was it?
Perhaps it was the submissive side of her nature, the masochist, who felt uncomfortable at serving only herself, but it didn't matter.
This was the life she'd chosen, and it suited her, at least for now. Perhaps she was more than a little deviant, she wouldn't deny it, couldn't if she wanted to remain honest with herself. And the idea of playing out the scene sketched out by this new client appealed to her in ways she'd not thought about before today. But she had to accept who she was, the day she couldn't, would be the day she found another career.
Until then, she'd enjoy herself and live her life to the fullest.