Mason was quick to the door, her robe tight to her body, the uncomfortable lace annoying her more sensitive areas.
She hadn’t served this guy before, and didn’t know his preferences. Even the Madame hadn’t been able to help, so she’d decided on a an easy to remove robe, and lace underwear.
She honestly wasn’t a fan of lace, since her curves needed more support than a lace bra could give her without draining her account dry and it just felt weird against her skin, but it was a safe start. Most men and women enjoyed the look of the lace, and so long as no one ripped it, she was willing to tolerate its discomfort for a client.
Mason took a long look into the viewing screen near the door, before finally looking at his eyes.
He matched the description the Madame had given her.
He’s fairly tall and a little chubby, but kind of unremarkable. He should be a kind one.
His eyes were the blue of ice, of a frozen wall.
They were cold eyes of someone who had been hurt and closed himself off from others, but they didn’t hold the winds of deceit, or the fiery malice and cruelty she had seen in other clients.
They remind me of Jasmines’ eyes. After he’d been found out and hurt. she thought wistfully, before steeling herself for the job.
She had a job to do, and while she didn’t hate the sex, no one got meet Mason the person.
They got Mason the Sex Worker.
Opening the door, she looked him right in the eyes again.
“You must be Demi. Please come in and get comfortable.”
She said as she indicated towards the man to enter.
As he did so, she closed the door.
She loved her Knack for Eyes. It had kept her alive in this job long enough to have a reputation for being good at her job.
And she felt good about this one. A nice safe job.
After setting up her Worker’s Kit near the side of the bed, and ensuring her Insurance was within reach without making it obvious she had it, she sat down across from her client.
He was sitting on the end of the bed, opposite a simple chair, which was where she had sat herself.
It was odd at the lack of energy he had.
Most clients exuded some sort of energy, whether it be the excitement of sating their lust, satisfaction upon finding some form of relief in the daily doldrums of their lives, or the nervousness of a first time.
She actually preferred the last two.
The Doldrums just needed some relief, and allowed her to have multiple clients in a day.
The Nervous ones were new, and were repeated customers until they learnt what their preferences were, which Mason was renowned for within the Sex Workers’ Guild for matching up newbies with other girls.
But ‘Demi’, as he’d asked to be called, lacked any form of energy. There was just a lack of everything from him.
Well, just means I have to do this the old fashioned way.
Clearing her throat, she brought his attention to her, and watched as his eyes passed over her form, before settling on her face.
Huh. Must be an Ace.
Most men focused on something, when she had this robe.
The usual hot spots were her legs and thighs, her hips and how the robe showed just enough to draw the eyes while not enough to give what they wanted, or her generous cleavage despite the robe covering most of it.
But he’d just looked her in the eyes.
“Just so we’re clear, you understand that we are here because you wanted a sex partner, correct?”
The large man nodded, his eyes remaining locked on hers. The more she looked into his eyes, the better she felt. She couldn’t explain why though.
“So, what are your preferences?”
Now he looked bashful, looking away from her eyes and back to the floor.
He then mumbled something she didn’t catch.
“Pardon?”
Her client sighed, before sheepishly looking her in the eyes again.
“I don’t know.”
Saying that aloud seemed to calm him.
She looked him over again. Beyond the lack of energy he had, he looked like your average if slightly chubby 30 year old man. Given how important the Sex Workers’ guild was to the area, most people interested in sex atleast tried it by their early 20s, and was a common way for Aces to find out that sex might not be their thing.
“Huh. Thats fine. While you’ve paid for an hour, if you pay another deposit of twice the original fee, we can do a Full Night to help figure it out.” She stated, going into Teacher of the Nervous mode.
Most people would see this as trying to take advantage of a client, but she’d been careful to cultivate a reputation of teaching those new to sex what they might want.
She watched as he thoguht it over, and came to his conclusion.
“Is that okay? Aren’t you busy?” He asked earnestly.
Mason smiled.
Yup, he’s a good one. Glad my knack hasn’t lost its touch.
She feigned looking over her Booking ledger, but she knew it was empty. While she had a few regulars she liked enough to allow them to be regulars, she wouldn’t be booked up to that degree until Months of Frost.
“If you are willing to pay, I can make it work.” She gave him a heartwarming smile, seeing if that got a reaction.
He slowly got up, and walked over to his pack near the door, and rummaged inside.
Mason quickly glanced towards where her Insurance was, and where the multiple Alarms were. While her Knack had yet to be wrong, she wasn’t stupid enough to think someone out there had a Knack or some Spell that could trick her.
When he turned back round, holding a coinstring, she eased the tension she would’ve used to bolt across the room.
“I place it on the purple crystal?” He asked, apparently unfamiliar with the service tables.
“Yes dear.”
He paused just above the crystal, studying it.
“How does it work?”
Who is this man, that he doesn’t know about the service tables?
She guided his hand, carefully pushing it down until the coins clinked against the crystal, purple energy beginning to thrum to life within the crystal.
“Now say, ‘Night Service.”
He did so, and watched as energy wrapped around the coinstring and tugged it gently into the chaotic void now sitting at the heart of the service table.
“Seriously, how does it work? Is purple energy common in Vo–,” He was hushed as Mason put a finger to his lips.
“I’m going to be teaching you about sex. You’d want a different guild for those answers.” she answered, bemused at his interest in the service table.
“Ah, right.” He stood there awkwardly, apparently unsure on what to do.
“First time? I’m not judging you if it is, I just need to know what I’m working with.” She asked in a soothing tone.
While most of her clients were typically very reasonable, some men had hair triggers when it came to their virginity.