Miy's Assigments
#1 of Miy -A dog day at work
There was a hard knocking upon my sliding bedroom door, it woke me from my slumber. It was still dark out, so I checked to see what time it was and frowned seeing that the time was just before dawn. I was robbed half an hour of extra sleep.
The knocking came again, this time more furious than before. "Miy....," it was my keeper, the old cat woman who oversaw my transactions and took her share of the profit. "MiyYYY!!!!," she banged even harder upon by sliding wooden door.
"I'm awake...," I groaned out and sat up while trying to rub the sleep away from my eyes. The old feline opened the door and walked in. It wasn't common for her to be awake at this hour, so something must be going on. "Get dressed, you have a big day ahead of you, the clients have already lined up and you have a paying job first thing this morning." Well, that answered it, the old cat was up this early for money...it always got that old cat going.
"Your canine client, the one at the office has put in a special request for you today. His timing could not be perfect ...," she hobbled about my room as she spoke, opening my dresser and sorting through the clothing. My clothing typically were foreign and outdated here...after all who wore kimono in this part of the world?
"The money.....the money. Ignore the fact he clearly is a pervert, but the money is fine..." She carried on like this until eventually I asked her, "So, what does he want?".
"Ohhh, well that's the fun part. He want specifically sloppy seconds and another quick fling in that office of his. He must be one of those types who finds dirty girls thrilling." The old cat was almost purring as she answered my question. "That real money comes into play if you can get him what he wants before his lunch hour. He wants specifically two males before him, and he wants it in time for you to be there at lunch. If you pull it off, he has a nice healthy bonus tagged into this job."
I couldn't help but wonder how that old corporate dog would know how many males Id been with.....but I decided it was not healthy to think too much on it. "You mean to tell me I have two clients this morning and then one right at lunch?", I was a bit shocked as to how much work was piling up.
"Yesss, butt after that you don't have anything booked until much later that night so you can have some down time," the old cat found a short black dress with lavish embroidery on it and tossed it to me. I caught it the dress midair and then climbed out of my humble platform bed and began to dress myself. I had showered and cleaned up the night before so I only had little maintenance to do.
"You have two clients this morning - they should be quick jobs as their time they have paid for is limited." The cat strolled about my room once more, going through my various personal collections, eventually she found a perfume she liked turned and sprayed me with it only once. "There...now your first client is a restraunt owner. He said it would be a quick run, and that if he liked you, he would hire you for future jobs. The second male is a tourist who is in the area that was referred to us by one of your established clients,".
I was curious and for some reason hesitant about the day. This week alone I was pushing some 20 clients, how much money did the old cat need to make off of me in a week? Regardless it sounded like a fun line up - 2 quick screws than that old dirty dog in his office...oh yesss, today was going to be grand.
I was prepared and out the door just as the dawn rose. I did not get breakfast, I would do that between the first two clients.
I would ride via limo to the first assignment for the day - the restraunt I would soon discover was in a modern location in Furcadia. the owner was a top class act, with money, a pretty trophy wife, and hosted lavish parties. Men like him enjoy expensive toys, in all of their forms.
The limo would drop me off front by the valet parking sign. The place was not yet open, but a voluptuous mouse girl stood at the front door and opened it for me with a slight smile. "You are expected. Please head to the kitchen area, Mr. Bradstreet is waiting to conduct your interview,". That must be the legal front my client uses to cover my arrival.
I made my way through the restraunt at a somewhat casual pace, taking my time to observe the lavish and expensive setting. No doubt just eating here would cost a small fortune. In time I would find the kitchen area and enter it - pushing past the stainless steel deco swinging door.
(Part of a series, the next parts are to come in order by the clients. for those who are not on the in, the Tayuu are high ranking whores/courtesans from traditional japan. Yes, I know the era and timing is all wrong and everything isnt historically correct.)