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Payment in Kind, Part 2

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The following cycle was supposedly the first I'd have to handle involving the new plan. Considering Dan already had a few clients in mind for me I didn't know if I would have to expect anyone but, as the day wore on it didn't seem any different. I had three appointments in the morning and two scheduled for the afternoon and it was lunch before I knew it, all without even the slightest indication that Dan's plan was coming together. I sat in my office finishing off a sandwich I'd got at discount in the commissary across the station's business deck and I looked at the remaining two appointments figuring out of one of them would be my first step into the life of debauchery for hire.

Dietrich, my next appointment was a Geneticon Hare and a fairly regular client of mine who spent vast stretches of time working in the drone bays as a mechanic. He was fairly short even for a lagomorph and always gracious about his appointments; he would always arrive five minutes early and didn't mind waiting if I was running late. He was polite, proper, and always had his act together, and was definitely not likely to be the kind of individual to fit into what Dan was suggesting.

My final appointment gave me pause as I considered the ramifications of that slot being taken by Tolrn Girgyda. I had nothing against Gorumn, but I knew they tended to be the more rough-and-tumble type, and it wasn't just because of their large stature and green skin that they were nicknamed 'space orcs'. At that point it was pretty obvious in my mind who was to be my most likely 'special client' for the day, and the prospect of dealing with the powerful Gorumn body-odor for anything more than a superficial rubdown already had my eyes watering. As it turned out, though, I was wrong.

I realized it the moment Dietrich came into the office with his eyes focused on the floor and one of his ears drooping... and a small data chip in his paw. Clearing his throat, the Hare offered an unsure smile, offering it to me. "H-hello, Jerry."

The surprise was so intense that it took me several seconds to get my arm working before I could reach out and accept it. The moment I squeezed the chip between my thumb and first finger it lit up with a blue light: no health abnormalities; no diseases; no problems. Despite my disbelief, I had my first 'special customer'. Clearing my throat, I motioned back to the familiar massage room. "Right this way."

It was a little awkward at first being in the room with a Geneticon I knew I was going to not just massage, but masturbate to release but I focused on getting my oils, lotions and aromatics in place as Dietrich changed out of his clothes. Although I didn't look at him I could tell that he was probably just as nervous as me since he kept cursing silently to himself while fumbling with his shirt buttons. In the end, my role as a massage therapist forced me to speak up and address his tenseness. "Everything alright?"

Dietrich let out a tense chuckle. "Y-yeah... sorry... H-Gene problem."

It suddenly hit me; Geneticons were genetically engineered to have an affinity for Humans, but Humans had no such connection to the Gens. It wasn't as common in newer generations since LHI was the only producer and they didn't bother with genetic coding for predisposition, but for the children of older Gens created by other corporations the genetic coding, known as the H-Gene was still very much a part of them. Dan was well aware of that too, and I knew it. It suddenly made a lot more sense and for a split second I felt really REALL bad about capitalizing on engrained preferences. "Dietrich, I--"

The sound of him climbing up onto the massage table interrupted me and I slowly turned around, almost jumping in surprise when I saw him laying on his back. The Hare was a short fellow, and as thin as a twig but there was one part of him that was DEFINITELY not small. He was watching me with a goofy expression on his muzzle. "When I heard you were offering-- well... I mean-- I-- I'm a little scared... but excited-- REALLY excited."

Considering the fact that he was about as erect as any male could possibly be meant that his statement was completely unnecessary; a blind person could tell he was excited; what had to have been a foot of turgid bunny cock stood up like a flag pole, pulsing constantly in time with a very rapid heartbeat, and dripping like a broken faucet. It caught me by such surprise that I had to reset my brain. "Let's-- would you--- ahem... Go ahead and roll over and I'll start with your back."

He obediently went to comply but, after three attempts to lay down, it was obvious that a specific part of him was going to be getting in the way of him relaxing. Looking up at me, half-on his side, the Hare's apologetic expression was one of the most pathetic things I'd ever seen, and he whimpered "Sorry, Jerry, I--"

Although I was still trying to get myself together mentally I couldn't leave my poor customer in such mental and emotional limbo. The contract had said that everything was at my pace, and there was some wiggle room. Using my best professional tone, I halted him. "It's alright, Dietrich... don't worry about it. Why don't you go ahead and lay back? We can start with relaxing THAT first."

The first response I got from the Hare was a shot of precum sprayed across the massage table, followed by a look of pure euphoria. "Y-yeah... sure!"

He settled down onto his back, moving his arms first so that they lay across his chest, and then so they lay by is sides, then let them hang limp down on either side of the table. The Hare kept fidgeting, repositioning his arms until the moment I walked up beside him, rubbing my hands together as I coated my fingers with a light layer of essential oils. Jumping right in, I ceased hesitating and reached out to encircle his shaft with my fingers which, at that point, was almost vibrating due to his rapid heartbeat. It took both hands.

The moment I touched him Dietrich arched his back, paws moving to grip the padding on the massage table as he let out a hoarse cry... one that was so distinct that there was no way to mistake it as a bad sound; I'd barely even touched him and he was already enjoying himself. Feeling a little emboldened by the reaction I began to get to work. Surprisingly, he took all of a half dozen pumps before he gasped, breathing hard before he groaned. Before I knew it, his cock gave a rapid stutter and pulsed powerfully in my grip. Several short ropes of semen sprayed out, coating the back of one hand and the fingers of another with several droplets falling down to his belly fur.

As he finally began to calm down, I thought at first that Dietrich had fallen asleep until, as I cleaned up my hands and his abdomen, he let out a soft sigh followed by "Dang, Jerry... you sure know your stuff."

The compliment made me blush but, then again, Dietrich had always been gracious in complimenting my skills as a massage therapist, even when it had nothing to do with his penis. I even managed to regain enough composure to half-way joke. "I think you were pent up a little..."

He snickered. "More than a little... damn, I'm so glad you decided to do this..."

The statement made me feel just a little better. Although my answer was professional by rote, it was still genuine. "Thank you, Dietrich... I'm glad I'm able to help."

With the experience behind me I was able to calm down and return to focusing on him as a massage client; it also helped that he was calmed down too, and finally able to roll over onto his stomach. There was a certain benefit, I realized to having started off with relaxing him in 'that way', and the majority of the massage from their continued on in a much more normal manner... right until I had him turn over so I could massage his chest; Dietrich hadn't bothered with a towel, and it was readily obvious that one part of him wasn't relaxed any longer.

I saw his ears turn red again as he nibbled on his lower lip and apologized with a brief explanation "Quick refractory period."

His sheepish expression almost broke me and it took everything I had to avoid laughing; I'd finally gotten over the mental hurdle involved and, as I continued his massage, it got much easier to get into the swing of just doing my job... even if it included that 'little something extra'. In fact, as my hands slowly delved lower, fingers brushing across the fur of his stomach, I made up my mind. "Would you like another?"

Dietrich's eyes widened at the question, and I saw the same look on his face as you'd expect to see on a kid in the candy-store. His ears reddened immediately and he nodded his head eagerly. I don't know if he expected me to start right in on it like I did the first time, but I didn't; I was a massage therapist after all and, since I was no longer fixated, I too my time... and it felt like he hated that he loved being made to wait.

My hands moved all across his abdomen, and thighs, up and down either side of his groin, and cupping his testicles. Only once he was truly squirming and his member dribbling constantly did I even do as much as brush a finger along the underside, which brought forth a satisfying groan from the my client. Despite my earlier reservations, it was music to my ears.

I continued toying with him for another three or four minutes but, by that point my timer gave me a quick double-flash of a green light, indicating that Dietrich's hour was almost up. Knowing that, I relented, and gave him what he wanted-- and he celebrated it with a loud moan, and unabashed panting. Having already taken the worst edge off of him, he lasted longer the second time around.

With a background in xeno-biology I'm no stranger to Geneticon nervous systems and I used it to my advantage. I stuck to using just one hand on his shaft at that point, using the other to tickle his scrotum, caress his abdomen, and, once, even tweak a nipple. He responded to each and every action with gasps, gulps, and squeaks, his paws grabbing the edges of the massage tables in death grips. When his legs started shaking and his breath came out as heavy, ragged rasps I realized he was close.

My free hand moved back down to his testicles, cupping them before gripping them gently and giving them a faint squeeze, pulling them ever-so noticeably. Dietrich let out a noise that almost sounded like he was being choked, and his eyes rolled back in his head before he shut his eyelids. "Oh... oh... I--"

His penis jumped in my grasp again, another spray of precum coating my fingers but the next time it pulsed the stream turned milky and a second later erupted in a lengthy spray. Surprisingly, he was just as productive the second time as the first and, as his hips quivered, another pulse of semen ejaculated out onto his thigh, and he began panting as his head dropped back down onto the table with a grunt. Even as I began to clean up (again) I was compelled to ask "You alright there, Detrich?"

His head slowly rotated my way, eyes glassy and unfocused as he continued breathing heavily. "Ohhhh yeah... thanks, Jerry... thanks... that was.... thanks."

I couldn't help but laugh at his meandering comment. "Well, you're welcome to use the bathroom to freshen up, but keep in mind that your hour is up and I have my next appointment in fifteen minutes."

Responding well to the reminder, Dietrich swung his legs around so that he was sitting on the massage table and, with a grunt, hopped off. He gathered up his clothes and made his way to the adjoining bathroom, pausing as he glanced back my way. "Hey... uh... this-- this was WAAAY better than I could have hoped for..."

Despite still trying to maintain my professional air I couldn't stop my face from blushing. "Well... good. I do try my best."

He reached up and rubbed at the fur on the back of his neck. "Yeah... well... I mean, I still want you as my massage therapist and all, but... uh... you think we can stick with the regular massages?"

I wasn't sure whether I was supposed to be relieved or a little disappointed but, thankfully, that internal confusion helped me keep things professional. "Of course, Dietrich. Each patient's individual treatment plan is--"

He continued the thought I hadn't realized that was still ongoing. "Maybe just have these kinds of appointments once a week and do the normal ones twice a week?"

It was impossible for me to formulate a response in any meaningful way; this was a one time thing... wasn't it? Apparently he took my silence for agreement. "Cool. See you in two days for a regular session, Jerry... you're great!"

The bunny exited into the attached bathroom with a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips. I was so engrossed in seeing him leave that I didn't even realize that the door to the waiting room cracked open, and it escaped my notice until the throat-clearing made it obvious. I turned and paused. "Daniel? What are YOU doing here?"

The Shepherd's muzzle was split by a wide smile. "Just checking in on my best friend... I'm allowed to do that, right?"

I watched him incredulously as he invited himself in; he was wearing his usual on-duty business power suit, which begged another question. "You're checking in on me when you should probably be on-duty up on the admin deck?"

He shrugged casually, taking one of the room's dirty towels and moving it to the laundry chute, a square compartment in the wall that led to the laundering facilities. Dan glanced over his shoulder, tail wagging slowly back and forth. "I skipped lunch and took off early to see how things were going here."

He had one of those little smirks on his muzzle so I didn't feel bad at all about second-guessing his intentions. "You mean checking in on your investment?"

Dan's tail stopped wagging. He dropped the towel inside then closed the laundry chute and walked back over to me as I cleaned up the streaks of drying semen from the massage table. Grabbing the towel out of my hand, the Dog took over without even pausing. "Let's go to dinner tonight!"

Daniel always had a knack for coming out of left field and surprising me. "What?"

Having made quick work of the mess, Dan returned to the laundry chute and dropped the second towel in as well. "You're almost done for the day, right? We haven't seen a lot of each other lately so we should hang out."

Part of me couldn't wait to say yes but the more realistic, more adult side hesitated. "Well, first of all I still have one more client coming in any minute..."

Dan snorted. "Right. Dinner. AFTER your next appointment, smart ass. Come on-- my treat."

Leveling my gaze at him, I was ready to decline but something about the way he was looking at me, eyes wide like a puppy about to get a treat, tail swaying eagerly from side-to-side, I would have had to have been some kind of monster to refuse. Plus, if I was being honest with myself, Daniel Fores WAS my best friend... even if his harebrained schemes had me giving hand jobs to some of my massage clients. "Fine... but at least get out of the massage room! Like I already said, my next appointment will be here any minute and I still have to finish getting everything ready to--"

The electronic chime on the door leading from the rec hall and into my shop sounded out in no uncertain terms that someone had arrived. Although there was no doubt in my mind who it was, the booming voice of an impatient Gorumn called out "Hey! I'm here!"

I shot Dan a pointed look and called over my shoulder "Almost ready for you, Mr. Girgyda... just... cleaning up some trash."

The Dog didn't miss the emphasis I put on the final part of my statement, and I motioned him to the bathroom. There was a door leading to it from the massage room and the waiting room and I'd already heard Dietrich leave. Dan, fortunately, got the point, and he whispered as he made his way out "Hour and a half. Pizza. My treat."

Despite how pushy he'd been as of late, I was unable to deny that I was happy at the prospect of spending time with him again.

* * * * * *

I woke up the following morning before my alarm had even gone off and, surprisingly, I felt refreshed and invigorated. Daniel and I had been at the pizza parlor for almost three hours and, for what was probably the first time in a matter of weeks, I felt more like myself. There had been some unseen weight pressing down on me ever since I started keeping my best friend at arm's length and, even though I felt horrible about owing him money, I thik what ended up hurting more was the isolation.

He probably felt it too and, when we'd said goodbye for the night he leaned forward and gave my cheek a soft lick. "Don't let money come between us, Jerr-Bear... I won't."

Even as he turned away to head back to the executive deck I was sure I saw his ears blush, but I shrugged it off in favor of focusing on the pet-name he'd given me at the start of high school. I'd spent so much time with Dan and his family that we'd often joked about me being half-Gen too, and that's when he came up with the idea that I was probably a bear and... well... the rest isn't too hard to imagine when you considering how well my name rhymed with it. I walked the rest of the way back to my apartment in the lower district holding my cheek, still trying to puzzle my way through those emotions.

But I had to put those thoughts out of my mind as I got ready for work; I had seven appointments scheduled and that meant a full day. Thankfully, since I was up early I had plenty of time to get ready and I took the lift up to the commercial deck with time to spare... which was good because I still had to air out the massage room from my final appointment the previous day; even when hygienic and clean, Gorumn body odor is unmistakably strong. I had just finished setting out a new sheet on the massage table when my first client arrived.

With three appointments in the morning and four in the afternoon, I had mentally scheduled my day, but I hadn't really taken the time to try and predict if or when one of my 'special' appointments would be taking place. The reminder of my agreement with Dan was put right in front of me with my first client of the day as the Flying Fox walked in with a smile and a data chip. Darma was a Spatial Engineer and, for as long as he'd been coming to me for massages he'd always been on a station rotation of what's called the D shift, most commonly known planet side as a "night shift", so first thing in the morning for him was an end-of-day event.

I accepted the chip and gave it a squeeze; it lit up blue. The Bat waited patiently, having started talking cordially ever since I showed up. "--which is why I was surprised to find out that you were offering specialized services."

Looking up from the chip, I had to fill in the blanks because I'd spaced out. "Oh... right. Well, I'm all about helping, Darma."

His smile widened. "Which is great, because there isn't really anywhere else on the station I'd trust for something like this."

Fighting to remain professional, I think I mostly managed to keep the blush from my cheeks; in my experience most Engineers tended to be the off-putting, introverted, awkward type but apparently Spatial Engineers were the 'rock stars' among science 'nerds' and he was probably one of the more outgoing, socialable ones I'd met. Rather than address his statement I just motioned to the massage parlor. "Well, go right on in and get settled. I'll join you in a minute."

After he stepped into the next room I glanced back down at the medical data chip and rolled my thumb to the left; even though most people didn't consider a massage therapist to be a medical professional, I still had clearance for basic data, and for Geneticons that included the patent issued for their genetic code or, in the case of Gens younger than about 30, the respective patents of their parents or grandparents. I wasn't surprised to see that Darma's genetic background included the H-Gene.

Putting the chip away I went back into the room to see the Bat already sitting on the massage table, towel in his lap; it was also impossible to notice that it was making a distinct tent between his legs. He was surprisingly comfortable with himself and didn't seem the least concerned with hiding it. Instead, he was pretty forthcoming, even motioning to it. "So... if I'm gonna be on my stomach are you able to reconfigure the table to make room for this thing?

I was pretty sure I didn't manage to hide my blush that time and I paused for a few seconds to address his question before coming up with an answer. "Actually, yes."

Embarrassed that I hadn't even thought about it with Detrich, I moved to the massage table, which was comprised of a number of articulated pads to allow for a customization for multiple varieties of physiologies. The Bat stood up and stepped to the side, holding his towel on with a single paw as he waited patiently for me to adjust one of the pads, undoing the locking mechanism on the metal bar that held it in place. After a few quick tweaks I had lowered the pad normally reserved for the comfort of short-tailed Gens laying on their back. "All set!"

Looking back to the Bat, I saw that he'd been watching me intently, and once I made the announcement his face lit up, smile returning immediately. "Well... that's plenty innovative!"

I took a step to the side and let Darma climb up into the table, pulling his towel out from beneath himself before flopping it casually across his rump. I took my place beside him as he settled down, adjusting his body so that his crotch was over the lowered pad and he let out a contented sigh. Readjusting the towel so that it lay properly, I got to work going through all of the usual places I knew he held his tension. Although I shouldn't have been surprised since it was his norm, he was talkative.

The topics flowed easily from one thing to another and, as usual, he did the vast majority of the talking; I think it calmed him down as much as the massage. Darma's brain worked a mile a minute and some of the topics he brought up were far above and beyond my comprehension; I'd long since learned that he was always thinking about his work and I was there to be a sounding board more than anything else. Only when I had him turn over did the topic gain a crystal clear focus, and it started with an innocent statement. "I've really been looking forward to this, Jerry."

When I thought abut the meaning of his statement I was sure I'd misinterpreted it so I kept my response professional. "Oh... the massage session? Well, getting a therapy appointment every four days is pretty good, but if you wanted to do three a week I could fit it into the schedule."

His response made it clear that my first assumption had been right. "Well, that too-- but I meant about you opening up special services for your regulars. You wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting to feel what else your hands can do."

I don't think I've ever blushed that hard in my life, and I'm still honestly surprised that I managed to somehow keep up my composure. My response, if I do say so myself, was inspired. "Well... I AM a professional, so you shouldn't be disappointed."

Darma continued talking, getting quite specific about what he liked. Even while I was continuing with the regular massage I could tell he was really excited about what was to come. He provided pointers and suggestions as to where I should touch him, how fast he liked it, and just how tightly I should grip him. It wasn't so much dirty talk as it was the kind of explanation I'd expect from an engineer over proper procedure. Some part of me appreciated the input since I was good at following directions, but another, more ivory-tower expert part of my brain felt compelled to remind him who the expert was... even if I was an expert on the field of massage and not... the other thing.

When the time finally came to transition from massage to the 'bonus service' I removed the towel and watched as the Flying Fox opened his eyes, pupils zeroing in on me, an almost goofy smile spreading across his muzzle. "I can watch... right?"

Although it made me a little self conscious, I couldn't see any reason to deny him. Fighting off another blush I gave an unconcerned shrug. "Just don't crane your neck so much that you undo all of the work I just got finished with on your shoulders."

If he'd expected me to start off by addressing the large black pole standing up from his crotch he was mistaken. Rather than follow his directions I first started by continuing the massage down his lower abdomen, running my fingers through his slightly lighter-colored, fuzzy pubic fur along either side of his erection. My finger tips grazed through the fur along his inner thighs and I was rewarded with feeling the muscles tense up beneath my touch and a shaky breath emerge from his muzzle. I glanced back to him and saw his pupils had gone large enough as to almost completely drown out his dark-brown irises. His broad black nose wriggled, and his smile widened. "Damn, that's hot."

It was an encouraging statement, and I reached down to give his fuzzy sac a gentle squeeze. "We're only just getting started." He didn't respond verbally, but I noticed that his penis jumped in response, spurting out enough precum to have me almost wonder if he'd just ejaculated.

He apparently noticed my surprise. "Oh... I'm really productive. Just thought I should probably warn you ahead of time."

It didn't exactly seem like 'ahead of time' to me, but I just rolled my eyes, going with the flow as I finally got down to business, using that copious amount of precum to wet my fingers as I stroked the underside of his member lightly. When I heard him moan softly in response I couldn't help but smile as the sound helped my confidence immeasurably. "Well... you DID pretty much read me the instruction manual. What do you expect?"

Rather than provide me an answer, he just smiled wider, his lengthy, spade-like tongue licking from one side of his muzzle to the other; it looked like he was getting off as much from watching as from my touch. Darma's eyes remained glued to my hands, his breath coming faster and shallower as I followed his directions exactly. I focused mostly on the head, tightening my grip as my hand got there and slowly loosening it until I reached the base of his shaft, pushing powerfully against his pelvis when I got there and it wasn't long before his hips started straining, pushing up into my hand each time.

My other hand, having nothing else to do slid up his abdomen, fingers making lines in his fur and eliciting a strangled gasp from him. His hips gave a quick double-thrust and he groaned out, his voice tense as he squeaked out "Ohshit... keep THAT up, Jerry..."

The Bat hadn't said anything about his belly being sensitive, and it made me believe that perhaps I had the opportunity to teach him something about his own body. I made small circles over his stomach in almost teasing similarity to an abdominal massage. He groaned, squirming in response as I continued my slow, methodical stroking of his cock which, by that point, was completely covered in precum; when he said he was productive he wasn't kidding; I was slathered half way up my forearm because he continued to gush another spurt of the sticky, slick fluid each time his hips thrust upward.

Even if I wasn't a massage therapist it would have been impossible to miss the way his muscles were starting to clench. I added just a little bit of pressure to his abdomen, pressing down against it even as it tightened. I also firmed my grip on his shaft, speeding up and adding a little more power, meeting his hips as they began lifting off of the table, pushing back against them to limit the amount of movement he could manage. His breathing stopped, and, a moment later, turned into a restrained exhale as his lips pulled back, revealing his needly teeth in a grimace, then a snarl, which finally gave way into an opened-muzzled gasp, followed by a powerful groan.

I felt a shudder beneath me, followed by a powerful convulsion and his already hard shaft somehow became even harder. It pulsed powerfully like a garden hose suddenly turned on to full blast, and that's when everything turned white.... literally. I wasn't leaning over him, and my face was closer to his sternum than his groin, but I was still too close to the explosion that was Darma's ejaculation.

Barely closing my eyes in time, it felt almost like someone had sprayed me with a kitchen faucet... only it was far thicker-- more like pudding than water. It hit me in the side of the head, spraying across my face. He was still shaking though, and a second blast joined the first and huge gobs got stuck in my ears and all over my shoulder. By that point I was able to turn my head away as the third and last blast hit me on the shoulder and neck. It was hot, thick, and filled my senses with a breath-stealing musk. I exhaled through my nose, creating a 'pop' from each of my nostrils as I had to clear them of the clinging, sticky mass.

As with Dietrich, once we were done I directed Darma to the adjacent bathroom. Unlike the Hare, however, I had to clean up a hell of a lot more than just the massage table. Apparently used to cleaning up after himself, the Bat came out of the bathroom after a quick shower, appearing none the worse for wear. "Thanks again, Jerry... I'm definitely gonna add this to our next appointment again. SOOOOO worth it."

And, with that, he headed out of the shop, leaving me with a LOT left to clean before my next appointment. I was lucky that I had a half our until my next appointment; between the still lingering scent of Gorumn body odor and the newly applied coat of Bat musk, I was going to need it. That, and a shower... defnitely a shower.