Michelle waited patiently in the backroom. She had heard the speech Cameron would be giving the newest client too many times to care to listen again. Her mind wandered to anything that could take her out of this moment, this place. Tonight she would try to make something healthy out of the ingredients left in her fridge. That would provide a challenge worthy of her lackluster skills. While she considered pairing ground beef with asparagus the man in the other room rushed through the paperwork being forced upon him.
“Yes,” he mumbled, letting the pen slip from his grasp again. “I already told you I agree to the terms and conditions. I signed the contract and everything!” He let his eyes roll just to emphasize his point.
Cameron chuckled as he collected the paperwork and pen. “No need to get angry sir. You came here for a service and I am here to provide it.” He smiled to put the overweight gentleman at ease. Cameron shuttered to think Michelle would have to stroke the balding head of this haggard man, and have to pretend to not smell the alcohol on his breath that was so strong Cameron could smell it from across the room. While his teeth all seemed to be there, they were a shade of yellow to indicate he rarely bothered with them. Cameron wished he would stop smiling so he could have relief from seeing the crooked mess.
“But just to be clear, by signing the paperwork you agree to treat our product within a certain code on conduct. People have made the mistake of thinking that it is something to be battered around. It does not have feelings, but if you mistreat our product then we will be forced to prosecute you for the full price of our merchandise.” That made the smile disappear from the clients face.
“I aint playing house with your dolls, right?” He grumbled.
Cameron switched back to his charming smile. “Of course not,” Cameron said while standing and moving around the desk. “I was making you aware of the limitations with our technology. People tend to get carried away when they see how realistic it is. Now you enjoy yourself!”
Both men moved to the door. In one swift motion Cameron opened the door, shook the man’s hand, and had him out the door. Usually at this point Cameron would say something witty, or at least wink. He was known for his charm and being non judgmental about the men and woman paying him for sex. But today he quickly shut the door and returned to his seat. He fished out a bottle from the bottom drawer. When he could not find a glass within reach he resigned himself to drinking straight from the bottle. That man would be putting his on Michelle any minute. While no amount of alcohol would make him forget that, Cameron had every intention of trying.
In the other room, Michelle was getting her client ready. “What is your name?” she asked, over pronouncing each word. While she knew she could talk in a normal voice, having the voice meant the client would not be as nervous as he would with a woman. If he thought of her as a machine, he would get down to business that much faster. When people assumed she was a robot they would not stop for chit chat. It made the whole process much simpler in many ways.
“Geoffrey,” he said while not meeting her eyes.
Probably a fake name, but Michelle moved past it.
“Geoffrey. You look so strong Geoffrey, would you please help me unzip my dress?” Michelle slowly stood up from the bed, and turned around so he could see her frame, adding a few jerky movements just for show. He stood on his side of the room and watched her.
“You don’t have to take your dress off,” he finally said. Michelle turned around to look at him. He was sweating and breathing heavily, still not meeting her eyes. The dress was actually very uncomfortable. It was meant to make her look appealing and then be taken off quickly. Leaving it on would mean her movements would be restricted. She could make that work to her advantage, but the itching of the lace was already annoying her.
He continued to stare at her body from across the room. Michelle grew a little anxious but continued. “Would you like to join me on the bed Geoffrey?”
Without waiting for a reply, Michelle sank down to the bed and lightly spread her legs. It would only show a hint of the red thong she was wearing. No man had ever resisted her after that. His gaze did not slip down, he kept staring at her body. Michelle’s unease bloomed in her stomach and only multiplied as he came to stand over her. He was not looking at the crotch, he was staring at her neck, and nothing she did could shift his focus.
His breathing was still heavy as he began to fumble with his belt and zipper. Michelle reached out to help. “Don’t” he coughed while tugging down his pants.
“But I thought I could...” Michelle tried to explain.
“Don’t,” he said again. He was not angry when he said it. He was focused. Michelle sat up, trying to keep the worry from showing on her face, only to be shoved down.
“Don’t,” he repeated. His pants were bunched around his feet now, revealing his erection. This time Michelle did not reach out. She was beginning to understand that this man was not here for a regular blowjob.
He started to climb onto the bed and Michelle relaxed. She spread her legs wider, expecting him to position himself over her. Instead her grabbed her knees and forcefully pushed them together and down. Michelle found herself being straddled by Geoffrey. His weight was uncomfortable on her hips. He had not fully removed his pants so they helped to pin her legs down even further.