Dustin's Curious Adventures presents: Worth A Lick
Imported from SF2 with no description.
"Consider yourself hired." The phrase rang like music in Dustin's ears. Perhaps that was because said phrase was delivered by the sing-song voice of his brand new boss, Milton. Milton was the manager of Den, where Dustin would now be working.
"I take it you can start tonight?" Milton leaned in to Dustin who was sitting across the booth from him. The club wasn't open yet and apart from the two bar workers who were cleaning tables and polishing the glasses, they were the only ones in the room.
"Well, I am already dressed for it." Dustin gestured to his outfit.
Milton nodded and smiled as he reached out his hand. In place of fingers, five dark blue tentacles extended across the table. "Welcome to the team, Dustin."
Once he realized that Milton was offering his version of a congratulatory handshake, the human kindly accepted. Milton's much larger hand cradled his own as a couple tentacles crept into his palm before the rest joined. The appendages were cool to the touch as one coiled around Dustin's wrist a couple times while others snaked back back to swirl between the lad's fingers. Little pink suction cups on the underside tickled and left trace amounts of 'Milton goo' in their wake before the hand retreated back under the table. Dustin attempted to not look baffled and confused.
"Sorry", Milton sighed, "I promise you will get used to theses". A few more tentacles sprang up on Dustin's side of the booth from under the table. Two adjusted his bow tie while another patted him on the head. Another loomed dangerously close to his navel before they also slipped away back towards their owner.
Milton described himself as a Cephaloid. His facial features were rather similar to a human's, apart from the slits in his neck that worked like gills whenever he was swimming in water. That is failing to mention the roving network of tentacles that extended from beneath his waistline where one might expect a pair of legs to be. Also of note was that his skin tone was a very satisfyingly deep shade of blue. He wore a pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses with lenses that put the focus on his steely black eyes. His hair was also black and slicked back with an oil-like substance that made it look very wet and shiny. Dustin wondered to himself if his hair was naturally like that or if it was some sort of product. Milton's voice was gentle and pleasingly calming on the ear. It wasn't whispered but it was also rather soft. It wasn't loud but it was also rather commanding. When Milton stood, his tentacles were his only support. However, the mass of tentacles extended to rather absurd lengths and he could easily stand to be nine feet tall if he wanted to. Generally, he kept himself at a modest seven feet, though. Dustin felt like a shrimp as his new manager walked him around the club towards the bar.
"Kogan and Spence are your bartenders tonight", Milton explained as a couple tentacles gestured towards the pair behind the bar, one who was busy stocking his liquor well while another was counting the amount of money in the drawer, "they will certainly have fun with you". The human questioned the manager's wording for a brief moment. They both appeared to be of the amphibious variety. They were tall and thin and wearing outfits quite similar to Dustin's own. The one behind the bar had lime green skin with bright orange eyes. His broad smile was inviting and somehow put Dustin at ease. His frog-like features were evident in his large hands and feet. His fingertips were accentuated by suction cups, proportionate to each finger. The other was red with black spots all over which definitely complimented the outfit. He, too, was quite frog-like but his smile was a little more understated, but also somewhat cunning. His eyes were a soft and reflective yellow. Dustin could see his own refection staring back at himself in both pairs of the bartender's large pupils.
"Say hello to the new guy, fellas!" Milton quipped before leaving to attend to other business, "he is all yours!"
"Think fast!" Dustin barely had time to register which of the two was speaking to him before the red bartender's long tongue whipped out of his mouth and applied pressure to the point between Dustin's two eyebrows.
"That would be Kogan!" the other frog bartender pointed out. Kogan's tongue was back inside his mouth almost immediately and the red bartender was laughing and waving pleasantly.
"Don't mind me, I tend to be a bit silly around the newbies," Kogan said with a wicked grin that reminded Dustin almost too much of Gan, "especially when the newbies are as handsome as you". The push from Kogan' tongue, however, was truly forceful enough to make Dustin lose his footing. The human realized he was about to fall backwards when he suddenly felt another wet and sticky tongue coiling around his torso and pulling him back behind the bar where the bartenders stood. Again, the tongue retreated back almost immediately as the pair flanked the human and steadied his balance so he was in no danger of falling.
"I'm Spence," the green bartender's voice was smokey and sultry, "and you have great taste". The pair laughed at the joke. Dustin joined in the laughter as he realized what Spence meant. It felt good to laugh with them. Both of the bartender's voices were of a certain lower timbre that their laughter rang out and seemed to somehow rattle the air around Dustin. But it was not a disturbing rattle. It was rather pleasant. The human stood there as the rumbling continued cycling around his ears with little to no attenuation. The laughter was becoming humming. The hums were becoming soothing to him. Dustin closed his eyes. It felt like the natural thing to do as he felt the bartenders at his sides each place a suction cupped hand on either of his shoulders. He felt warm breath hitting his right earlobe.
"We forgot to warn you" one of them, he wasn't sure which, whispered.
"More like we chose not to", another one whispered into his left ear. Dustin was fairly certain it was Spence now on this side.
"Our kind's tongues are slightly toxic" came the other voice. Maybe this was Spence, too? Were they circling around him now? Why couldn't he open his eyes to look? The confused human simply listened, eyes shut as he stood there frozen between the two of them.
_"Nothing to be too concerned about." _
_"Yeah, just a trivial amount of paralysis." _
_"Tiny... barely even perceptible." _
_"Right, and it won't last long." _
_"Barely minutes." _
_"Mmmmhmmm... and it's kind of nice to not have to think about moving." _
_"Those pesky thoughts vanish." _
_"Yes, and you're in no danger." _
_"None at all." _
_"It's just easier to show you how it works rather than tell you." _
_"Forgive us for being so forward." _
_"You can still speak, though." _
_"Of course..." _
_"And you like this don't you?" _
_"Yessss... you are enjoying yourself". _
As their voices surrounded him in a dizzying array, Dustin realized he could feel their hands roaming over his body. Their long fingers crawled along his skin, goosebumps following in their wake.
"It's... a little weird but not bad" the human admitted. Finally he was able to open his eyes again and he saw that the pair of bartenders had stopped circling him and were now facing him with their eager bulging eyes. The human realized how hard he was and how visible his arousal must be in what little attire he was provided with.
"Would you like us to lick you again, Dusssstin?" Kogan asked as his tongue darted out as he hissed, barely touching the human's nose before rolling back into his mouth.
"It's okay if you say no," Spence offered, placing a comforting hand upon Dustin's shoulder once again, "we won't be offended."
"Right" Kogan nodded in agreement as he circled over to stand directly behind Dustin. The somewhat taller red bartender placed both of his hands on either side of the human's head. His long index fingers suctioned to the lad's temples and began a tender circular massage. "But you should get used to this kind of attention if you're going to be working with us", the frog added.
Spence drew closer, his bright orange eyes began to pulse a little before the color changed. Green. Then yellow. Light blue. Then back to Orange. It was an arresting pattern and Dustin couldn't help but look at it, his mouth slightly agape.
"Relax Dustin", the green bartender offered as his other hand cupped the human's chin, "when you can relax at work, it's never really work at all". Spence smiled widely as the human's own eyes began to slowly reflect his spirals. Kogan's arms moved to hug the human from behind, his skin feeling cool as ice along Dustin's back. One of his long index fingers circled around his navel, tickling the small patch of hairs that led downwards.
"Relaxxxx" Spence spoke once more and his tongue danced out towards Dustin before landing upon the human's lips. The wet, toxic muscle drew tiny circles there for a few seconds before moving down to his exposed neck. Spence took delight in wetting the surface and tickling the human's jawline before retreating his tongue once more.
"Relaxxxx" Kogan repeated as his own intoxicating tongue slid down to join his finger at Dustin's navel. It dove inside before travelling back up towards the human's nipples. It blessed each of them with several wet dances before it, too, retreated. Dustin's eyes were closed again. He lost himself in the sensations that the bartenders were bestowing upon him. His thoughts disappeared into an unnamed void that floated somewhere in the ether above him. He experienced the sensation of floating out of his own body. He was fairly certain he was snoring.
To be continued...