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  “You are three minutes late.”

  She slid the cloak off her shoulders, knelt, and bowed. “I apologize, Patron. The time has been added to your appointment. What can I do to make it up to you?”

  He leaned forward. “Us. You are making it up to us.”

  Tycho emerged from the shadows, and Corianne appeared on the other side.

  Seventeen quivered, looked at them, and then back down at the floor.

  Krizt patted his thighs. “Come here and make it up to me.”

  She nodded, rosed to her feet, and walked over to him. He patted his thigh, and she sat slowly. Her hands were folded in front of her, and she kept her pose dejected and small.

  “I am sorry, Patron. I have disappointed you.”

  He ran a hand down her back; the bare skin was cool in comparison to his palm. “Missing a moment with you, Seventeen, is an eternity.”

  She nodded, pouting. “I was hoping to be with you sooner, Patron, but the grooming machine took its time with me. It just had to take off every hair below my neck.”

  “And how did that feel, Seventeen?”

  She bit her lip. “It felt good, Patron. Did you want to feel?”

  He looked at her and kissed her softly. “I do.”

  She used both hands to fold her skirt up and out of the way until it was at the top of her thighs. She took his hand and guided it to her sex.

  He inhaled sharply when he touched bare, naked skin. “Did you know why I asked for that?”

  “Nicer to touch, cleaner, and to reduce friction.”

  He chuckled. “Your real-life persona is showing.”

  She ducked her head with a blush. “Sorry, Patron.”

  “It is very soft. You are very silky. I think I could pet you all night.” His fingers continued a slow caress. “Oh, dear. You are getting rather wet.”

  “Sorry, Patron.”

  She bit her lip as he stroked two fingers inside, and his tail began creeping up her thigh.

  “What would you say if I told you that I am willing to share you tonight?”

  “Whatever you wish, Patron.”

  He withdrew his fingers and got to his feet with her in his arms. “Excellent. Do you mind bondage, Seventeen?”

  “No, Patron. I like being restrained, Patron.”

  There were chuckles from the darkness around her.

  “Seventeen, you know that I have you for six hours?”

  She shook. “I didn’t check that, Patron. I just wanted to be with you and your guests.”

  The chuckles around her told her that she was a very dumb bunny. When they strapped her to a table, she knew it. They opened her dress and removed it; the clips that held it together came free under Krizt’s clever fingers.

  He chuckled. “That worked out well.”

  She was shackled with her arms over her head, a soft band around her belly held her midsection, and her ankles were locked to the lower end of the narrow table. Each connection was adjustable with small locks. She was left there for a moment, her body brightly lit with them in shadows around her.

  Krizt walked to her head and kissed her. “Are you relaxed?”

  “Absolutely not, Patron.”

  “Well, we have to work on that.”

  She swallowed as she waited, and her instinct to hide started kicking in. The world got darker around her.

  Tycho whistled. “There it is.”

  Corianne murmured. “Get her out of there. She’s scared.”

  The clasps were released, Krizt held her close and walked to a pit full of cushions.

  She ducked her head against him. “Sorry, Patron.”

  “Don’t be. The other Patron just didn’t believe me about your ability to be unseen, so we had to put you into a position to prove it. Tonight, we all wanted to have fun... together.”

  She blinked. “Oh.”

  He sat in the pit with her in his lap. “Your female patron won the coin toss.”

  Corianne’s curves were covered in a soft gown as she settled next to Krizt. “Come here, little bunny.”

  Krizt kissed her softly and let her go to Corianne.

  She was held, cuddled, and soothed by her patron before the touching took on an urgency.

  “Patron, I can touch you as well.”

  “Oh, not this time, bunny. We are still learning to play together.” She chuckled as her fingers slipped and slid around Seventeen’s folds. “Oh, you are hot.”

  She arched into the touch, her head thrown back. “Yes, Patron.”

  “Tell me when you are about to cum, bunny.”

  Seventeen nodded, and her breathing got faster. “Now, Patron.”

  Three bites struck simultaneously. One on her arm, one on the neck, and the other on the breast. The pleasurable pain ripped through her, and her orgasm struck, magnified, and roared back through her nerves as they all sucked at her and drank. She moaned as the waves went on and on.

  She hung in the grip of three predators, and the slow pulses of her channel clasped and came up empty for a cock.

  When her pleasure faded, they slowly released her, and she settled against Corianne, who stroked her and soothed her. “Oh, that was delicious, bunny. Thank you. It both took the edge off and whetted the appetite. I do believe that this is going to work well. Or at least, it will stop us molesting you in the restaurant.”

  Tycho chuckled. “Speak for yourself, banker.”

  Their group chuckled, and Seventeen ducked her head against Corianne’s breast. Corianne made a soft sound and threaded her fingers through Seventeen’s hair. “You know what I like, sweetness. But it’s the demon’s turn now.”

  She shivered and turned her head toward Krizt.

  She held her hand out, and Krizt eased her over him. He whispered, “I am sharing my turn with Tycho.”

  It was the only warning she got when hands ran down her back and cupped her hips. “Hello, bunny. You know there is nothing that the teams like more than a struggling victim on our own terms. So, struggle, bunny.”

  He ran his hand between them, stroked two fingers into her, and when he found her wet, he moved in a third. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, and she whimpered but moved back on him, rocking with his hand.

  “There we are; you are a greedy little bunny. I bet you will suck my cock right in.”

  He removed his hand and slid into her. She let out a low and pathetic cry, and he chuckled. “That’s the sound.”

  He pounded into her for a minute, and then, he whispered, “You know what I really want.”

  He pulled out of her, Krizt eased into her, and then, Tycho was pushing into her ass. His body produced copious amounts of precum, so it went in easier than it would have otherwise. This explained the enema listing in her file that had put her behind... so to speak.

  Tycho got in, and she arched, taut as a bowstring. Krizt wiggled in all the way.

  She shook, full and stretched. She whimpered and held very still.

  Tycho looked down at Krizt. “You can move your whole cock like that?”

  Krizt chuckled and plunged upward. “Of course. Can’t you?”

  Tycho laughed and started to pump into her. Seventeen held still until they came up with a rhythm, and then, she moved against them.

  Corianne leaned forward and licked and sucked at the breast that didn’t already have her puncture marks in it.

  The pressure inside her built until she broke apart and wailed. Teeth bit her breast and both shoulders, choreographed so they didn’t collide.

  The waves of pleasure lasted for three minutes until Seventeen collapsed on Krizt, and they withdrew their teeth.

  Tycho pulled out of her, but Krizt remained inside her, moving slowly.

  She cuddled against him, and he stroked her hair.

  “Good, little bunny. Sweet little minx. That was a very pretty display, and you are healing very quickly.”

  She blinked behind the mask. “I am glad you are happy, Patrons.”

  Krizt rolled to the s
ide, and Corianne moved behind Seventeen, running her hands over Seventeen’s body while Krizt continued to move.

  Seventeen twisted, and Corianne kissed her, cupping and holding her breasts, rolling her nipples in turn.

  Seventeen moved between the three, and sometimes, all at once, they pulled everything from her that they could. Time blurred, but when her chime rang, she struggled to get out of the tangle of limbs. She whimpered a little, and Krizt helped her up. “It is time, Patron. I hope that I was of some service and gave you some pleasure.”

  There was no time to shower, so she put her dress back on and wrapped the cloak around her. She turned and bowed. “Thank you, Patrons.”

  She was treated to slow kisses from each of them. “Thank you, Seventeen.”

  She blushed, and the final beep sounded. The door opened, and she headed to the elevator, cum tracking down her thighs. She pulled the hood down, and the private elevator took her back down to the main floor, where she got the transport waiting for her. It was a six-minute drive to the BDC hub, and after she was showered and dressed with her mask back on the stand, she felt better. Weak as a kitten but better.

  A soft knock on her changeroom got her to turn around. “Hey, Zera.”

  “Arcady, how are you doing? That was a long one for a first date after an injury.”

  Arcady blushed. “They had agreed to the quad, so they decided to rip off the bandage, so to speak. They were careful.”

  “Tycho calls you bunny?” Zera smiled.

  Arcady grimaced. “They all do. I go into a tonic state when they bite. For some reason, the perception of fear or trepidation is a turn-on.”

  Zera laughed. “You don’t mind?”

  Arcady thought about the hours of touching, caresses, admiration, and flattery at how pretty and responsive she was. “It was certainly good for my ego. They were very careful with me, so that was nice. It’s nice to have someone anticipate my needs for a change. They started with me bound and then changed their minds, and I was soon losing track of time.”

  “I am glad you are back. Now, will you take any other clients?”

  Arcady bit her lip. “Probably? I have a few that I miss, but I don’t know if they can give me what I need now, so it would be all for them, and then, I would be using my hand on the way home.”

  “So, exclusively biters?”

  “And drinkers.”

  “Easily done. We just mark you with a priority patron indicator, and they will get the idea. I will send them recommendations for another people pleaser. I swear I am spending half my time recruiting nowadays.” She chuckled. “You should see one that I am running specs on now to work at the resort. She’s spectacular, but it is going to take a pretty solid spine to try and have sex with her. Fortunately, I have a few patrons in mind who travel through or are based out of Aksalla.”

  “So, do you just have a collection of guys for us to screw in a file somewhere?” Arcady snorted.

  “No, of course not. Not only guys. The tricky thing is making the right suggestions for the right escorts. Since the patrons are the ones ostensibly paying for this, it is up to them to try sampling as many escorts as they can until they find one they click with. It is then up to the escort to decide if they want to keep them as a regular.”

  “So, not many escorts in my situation.”

  “Working for the guy they want to screw? Nope. You are singular in needing to work off energy in this particular manner. There have been a few who began to look for their particular type of active in the real world, and even one resigned because she decided she wanted to be a mom. Boy, is the father going to be surprised when he finds out.”

  “He didn’t notice?”

  “He was one of the patrons who offered to be temporarily sterilized to take advantage of our services. She burned through birth control, so it wasn’t effective, so... her patrons had to be temporarily sterilized, or she had to take a nullifier shot on the day. That brought her responses down, so most of her patrons went for the neutralizing option. Chemically or surgically. The ones who want to remain neutralized are looking for a new favourite. That is why so many of them agree to share with one person taking priority.”

  Arcady blushed. “Like Krizt and me. Right, so who took off?”

  “Five.”

  “Wow. She’s been here nearly as long as you. She was one of the first.”

  Zera smiled. “I know. She’s gone. Eleven’s camping out as a pregnant mom in Aksalla. Eighteen is also pregnant.”

  “Really? Tirra’s pregnant? That’s wonderful.”

  “Yeah, the skeletal reinforcement will add some challenges to her labour and delivery but should be fine.”

  Zera smiled. “Well, I will miss Tycho, but he is happier and more effective as a team member since tangling with you.”

  Arcady blushed. “Yeah, well, he likes what he likes.”

  Zera laughed and came forward for a hug and a quick kiss. Zera gave physical energy with contact. Arcady curled up against her and kissed her softly and shyly. Zera’s eyes were amused when she said, “Scared bunny, indeed. I can really see the appeal.”

  “Yeah, I wish I could figure it out. It only happens when I want to have sex.”

  “You didn’t get enough this evening?”

  Arcady leaned back in Zera’s arms. “That’s the thing. I did. I should have. There should have been nothing left. I was satisfied for hours, but the littlest contact and I fire right up.”

  Zera laughed. “It just means that you like sex. No shame in it. That is the entire reason that BDC exists. Actives can do more, but we need more. More contact, more sex, more outlets for relaxing. You are an excellent escort, Seventeen. I am really glad that you agreed to try it out.”

  Arcady blushed. “So am I. It kept me from going crazy while I waited for Krizt to come to his senses.”

  “So, is he sensible now?”

  Arcady’s com chirped. She grinned. “He’s impatient and has an eye for detail. He knows when I am supposed to be arriving home. At his place, I mean.”

  Zera hugged her. “You meant home.”

  Arcady chuckled. “I meant home. See you Monday for the implant assessment.”

  “Oh, I have such plans for you.” Zera kissed her deeply, and there was a transfer of power. Arcady accepted it. With the tone in Zera’s voice, she needed all the power she could get.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Arcady took the private transport to the secure building, and she asked, “Krizt, how do I get in?”

  “Your biometrics are on file. You can come straight home.” Krizt smiled softly.

  She got let off at the security door in the car park, and the guards nodded. “Miss Arcady. Good evening.”

  She was wearing the office dress that she had put on before she and Krizt had left his apartment for Z-Tech earlier in the day. “Evening.”

  She passed them, and the elevator arrived, opening and giving her direct access to the penthouse where Krizt was waiting. She stepped out of the elevator and looked around nervously. This was her first time facing him immediately after a date... with him.

  “Come in, Arcady. I have a hot bath ready for you.”

  She nearly sprinted to the master bath. The huge soaker tub was full of bubbles and steaming water. Krizt turned off the water and went to her, helping her remove the dress, easing it off her body and helping her off with the underwear and shoes.

  When she was naked, he took her hand and helped her ease into the bath. She hissed as her hips sank beneath the water.

  He winced. “Sore?”

  “Sensitive.” She leaned back against the edge of the tub. “Why the bath?”

  He sighed. “We were very... persistent with you. You were constantly in action for all six hours. We fed from you at least half a dozen times each. Are you tired?”

  She chuckled. “Not as much as I should be. My body seems to have taken care of itself. And Zera gave me a boost.”

  He paused as he collected her clothing. “How?
”

  “Just a kiss and a passing on of energy. Also, a hug.” Arcady started to rub at her limbs. “I am looking forward to curling up in bed with you and letting the morning take care of itself.”

  He chuckled. “When you chant coffee at me until it is produced?”

  “Now you are getting it.” She chuckled and sank under the fragrant water. It calmed her from the soul out. Being wrapped in the warmth was almost as good as cuddling up to Krizt.

  She smiled and came out of the water. Krizt had gone, and she just enjoyed the aromatherapy of the bath. Arcady braced her arms on the edge of the tub, and she relaxed in the hot water, her body repairing itself after her frolics.

  She felt herself nodding off, so she tried to get out, but she was stuck. Too slippery to get a grip and too tired to put any force into it. “Um, Krizt?”

  She heard his footsteps, and he raised his brows when he looked at her.

  “Krizt, I am stuck.”

  He snorted and walked toward her. “Muscle fatigue?”

  “Good guess. That is why you are a scientist.”

  He laughed and hit the drain before leaning in and fishing her out, all wet and slippery.

  She flopped against him, and she blushed. “Maybe a little tired.”

  He grinned and carried her to the towel rack, putting her on her feet, leaning against him. He wrapped her in a warmed towel, and she murmured softly, her lids getting heavy.

  “Poor, tired bunny. We gave you nowhere to run.” He rubbed her down and dried her hair with a towel while she rested against him. When her hair was damp, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, setting her on a chair at the dressing table while he brushed her hair. When he got it straight, he ran his hands through it and then carried her to bed, pulling the bedding back before tucking her in and taking the towel with him.

  “I will be with you in a moment, bunny.”

  He went to clean up the bathroom.

  She crept into the centre of the bed and pulled the blankets up to her nose. She felt someone enter the bed and sighed when she was held. When the next body entered the bed, she blinked. Krizt chuckled. “Tycho has asked to stay until he gets a call. I didn’t object.”