He grinned, and his pointed teeth glowed on her screen. He eased out of her, and she closed her legs slowly when he went to his pack. She scooted to sit up, and he came to the bed with a pack.
“You are sterilized when you go out on nights like tonight?”
“Yes. We get an implant that activates when we have a date. That way, we aren’t flooded with unnecessary stuff. When foreign DNA enters, the implant activates.”
He nodded. “Good to know. This is a design I have been tinkering with, so if you will allow me?”
He cleaned her skin, and then, he settled the units over her nipples. The units were attached to long tubes.
“Ready?”
She grimaced and nodded. This was the part she hated, when she needed a milking machine.
He activated them, and there was a hum against her skin. A minimal amount of milk came out.
“Why aren’t you letting down?”
She blushed. “Put your head near either breast in light contact.”
He smiled and did as she said and then licked the upper curve of her right breast. A gush of milk ran down the plastic tubes on her body, and they started filling. He watched. “Wow.”
“Do you have spare tubes?”
“Yes.”
“You might want to get them ready.”
It took less than five minutes to fill the right tube, and a replacement was attached. While she removed the left tube and sealed it, he took the filled tube and used a heat break to divide the tube into packets. In the twenty minutes it took her to finish pumping, he ended up with sixty packets of milk to chill.
“So, you take one of those a day?”
He smiled. “Or every two days. I space my supply out. I don’t require it. It is just a way of feeling something I haven’t felt in a while. You have set me up for a while.”
She grimaced and removed the pumps. “Free gift with purchase.”
Her patron laughed and set about cleaning his equipment. She got up and took her sticky self to the shower. When she returned, the maintenance bots were busy changing the sheets, so she took her towelled self and sat on the couch with her legs curled up. He was fussing over his treasure, and she was tired. She closed her eyes for a moment.
Chapter Eleven
Dozing off was against the rules, but the last three hours had taken a lot out of Eleven. She had one hour left, and then she could head home, and enough money would be deposited into her account to support her for six months.
When her patron touched her leg, she jolted upright. “Apologies, Patron.”
“It’s fine. It has been a tiring evening for you. We still have an hour left, but the bed is clean, and we can cuddle a bit before you leave.”
“You got everything on ice?”
“I did. Thank you.” He picked her up and carried her to the bed. He dropped her towel and pulled the sheets back, tucking her in and crawling in after her. He scooted down and pressed his head to her abdomen, his lips against her skin. He wrapped his arms around her hips and held her. She stroked his hair, and he smiled against her skin.
He moved up her body when there was half an hour left, and he sucked at her slowly and carefully, stroking her clit in time to the nursing.
She gasped and shuddered silently every time he teased her to climax. When she got her ten-minute warning, she stroked his hair and his pointy ear. “I have to get dressed.”
His hands clenched on her waist, and he sucked hard before lapping until he had cleared all drops from her nipple. “Fine.” He sat up, and she caught a glance of his erection that the mask refused to read.
She remembered her training. Just because they are aroused is no reason to extend your time. They are not your significant other or a partner. They pay for your company, and you don’t want to blur that line.
He helped her back into her dress, fastened it, and kissed each of her breasts farewell. She put her cloak back on, and she bowed to him. “It has been an honour to spend this time with you. Be well.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. “It has been illuminating, escort Eleven. Get home safe.”
She nodded and walked out. Her guard bot stepped out with her, and she returned to the lift. Her transport was on the way, and she exited the hotel with the sensation of being watched. The bot led her to her transport, and she slid into it; her token gave it the address back to the hub.
She thought she saw an exhalation of breath against the outside of the transport, but nothing else happened as the small vehicle pulled away and headed into the night. Eleven got to the home base with relief and went up to the Blind Date secure floor and changed back into her normal grubby clothing. In the waiting area, Zera was sitting with a smile. “So, how was your date?”
“Good. Weird. But good.” She rubbed the parts of her face that had been obscured by the mask. She braided her hair into a thick column and flicked it over her shoulder.
“Why weird?”
“Um, I actually had a good time, and I think he did, too.”
Zera chuckled. “Do you think you have a regular?”
“Oh, no. Maybe six times a year. He won’t need me again for sixty days at the earliest.”
Zera frowned. “Why?”
“Because I expressed enough milk for him to keep the packs on ice for two months.”
“Oh. Yeah, that wasn’t really accounted for in the contract.”
“It’s fine. It was going to happen anyway. I am sure that I am the only spontaneous lactator on the books, so it would be a rider in my contract.”
“I will have legal look into it.”
“Thanks, but I don’t see it being an issue. I don’t see any harm in giving it
