Gigolo Psychologist

It was just another night in the high class brothel “Dionysus” for me. This pretty Oomukade with what looked like two big, fat fangs coming out of her mouth was fidgeting at the entrance when I approached her. Despite the defect her face actually wasn't that bad up close, and her deep purple eyes were quite striking. The only real problem with her appearance was the big mandibles coming out the top of her mouth. They were some distance apart so they wouldn't really impair her speech but they were impossible to ignore. I smiled gently at her and said hello.

There's no real need to be seductive or sultry here. We know what they want, they know what we're offering, so it really comes down to if you're their kind of man physically and seem nice. She picked me and so we went into the negotiating room.

It's a funny thing you see, the rates are not set in stone. The manwhore and the girl sit down in a small, private booth and hammer out a deal.

“I go for 600 bucks an hour, 325 for the half. If you want something kinky, it's 800/430 for the basic stuff. The really kinky stuff though, you're going to have to ask if I'm ok with it.” I say nonchalantly, it's my going rates.

“I'll...take the half” She says in a low voice.

“Oh come on, that's barely enough time for foreplay. Don't you want a nice, long, relaxing session with me? I'm not bragging here, I'm very, very good at my job. I can show you my tool if you'd like.” The key to successful negotiation, believe that you're more than worth what you're asking.

“Really?” She asked in that low tone again.

“Sure,” I whip it out and show it to her fully erect. Why lie? I got a big dick, it's one of the reasons I can charge so much, “Doesn't it look like it'd feel really good inside you?”

“Yeah, yeah it looks great.”

I could see she looked very sad as she snuck glances at it in spite of herself. I've run into this type, but it's kind of rare. They're embarrassed to be here. Ashamed that they're exploiting us for their own pleasure, at us for putting up with this abuse, and at themselves because despite knowing that they came here and still intend to go through with everything.

“Listen, if you think you're exploiting me or something, don't. Me and the boys run this brothel as a kind of joint partnership. We get to keep all the money we earn and we split the bills evenly between the ten of us. We're honestly here because we like it. I mean, I make at least 600 bucks an hour. We're in the top income brackets honey, this job finances a very comfortable lifestyle for minimal work and effort on our part.”

I tell her the truth. I know I have it way, way better than many with their exploitative pimps treating them like blow-up dolls and purposefully addicting them to drugs, and madames sticking listening devices into the walls of their brothel so the worker can never “cheat” them out of “their” money that they didn't fuck for, and still act like pimps just without the drugs (usually). Cheap thieving cunts, it's why we  founded this brothel, to show the other whores out there that you really can make it without those assholes essentially owning you.

“If you...if you went down to 500, could you be with me for two hours?” She asked shyly, the shame on her face still quite evident.
“Hmmm... can we meet halfway at 550? You're starting to interest me girl, and you'd be my first Oomukade. They usually go for Wen or Tenmaku, kind of curious why you're into the westerner.” I cave a bit, gotta make that sale.

“525, I... I don't have a huge amount of money.”

Damn this girl was positively miserable, but she was obviously fidgeting trying to keep her hands from doing anything rash. The sight of my manhood was definitely getting her excited in a big way.

“You know what, I'll bring it all the way down to 500. You win girl, you seem to want it so badly you're barely containing yourself. And a pretty Oomukade like you, I'll admit it, I want this too.” Is what I say. Besides, I kind of want to know more about her.

I take her to my room and ask her to let me inspect her pussy. This is a rather serious matter, a whore with the germ is a whore that isn't going to be fucking anyone if they want to keep their prices up like we do. People come to these establishments because the whores are checked regularly for disease. Those that are sick, don't work until they're fully cured. So naturally, any good high class hooker knows what to look for on a customer's genitals. I smell, poke, and prod, and she seems clean. So I give her the ok, she hands the money over and we both depart to take a hot shower.

We come back into the room and I get undressed. Then I ask the question I always ask.

 “So how do you like it? What would make you feel really, unbelievably good?”

“I want... I want it raw, no condom. Then, I want...to inject you with lots of my venom. To pump you as full as I can, and...and...” She was on the verge of tears so I came up and hugged her.

“It's alright. I'll let you do whatever you want, I just want you to feel good.” I reassure her, stroking her hair and giving her a little kiss on the head.

“Fuckyousenselessuntilyoucanbarelymoveasyoucuminside meheheeee!” She blurted out, tears coming down her cheek.

This was a rather serious request. Oomukade venom has some addictive qualities. There are treatments available and I had been dosing myself with small amounts to get used to the effects and build a tolerance, but I've never experienced a massive dose like she wants to deliver.

“Sure. Do whatever you want, but, let's start out slow. I want you to really enjoy this.” I decide to risk it for her.

I start by kissing her gently. She shivering from embarrassment, but the clear liquid coming from that spot tell me she's already ready for it. So I decide to draw it out even more. The more a girl wants it, the better it feels for them. I moved to massage her breasts. They weren't large, but they were warm, soft, supple. Definitely enjoyable to fondle.

That flipped a switch inside her. She hungrily plunged her tongue into my mouth sucking as hard as she could, trying to pull it as deep into her mouth as possible as she encircled me with her body. This passionate kissing went on for what felt like minutes before she pulled away and told me to “get ready”, the lust and need in her misty eyes really turned me on.

Her mandibles were dripping a warm, purple liquid onto my shoulder before she plunged them into me like a starved vampire. It really hurt at first, then I felt it, as she convulsed I felt large jets of the stuff flow into me. The effect was instantaneous. My whole body lost strength, my lust soared, and her every touch felt like heaven, and each further injection felt like a full body orgasm. Those low doses didn't prepare me at all for this, no wonder this stuff is classified as an addictive drug. It's easy to see how man, having once experienced this, would become the venom's prisoner. She pulled out and looked me in the eyes, my blood dripping off of her mandibles along with the last drops of venom I wished had found their way into me.

My only thoughts were of her now. How unimaginably beautiful she was, how sexy she was, the macabre cuteness of the blood dripping off her mandibles, and how much I utterly NEEDED to fuck her before I went insane with desire. I was secretly glad I stocked a good supply of various anti-venoms next to the bed else I'm sure I wouldn't recover for a full day.

She tightened her coiled body around me, the pricking of her legs sending blissful jolts all across my body. When she finally impaled herself on my rod I felt pure bliss wash over me, like my whole purpose in life had been fulfilled. I could feel every fold, every twich of her muscles, and it was unbelievably slippery and hot. It was almost like getting sucked off by a manticore's tail.

“I'm sorry, please, don't break, I don't know what I'd do if I broke you!” She pleaded.

She was crying hysterically, but that wasn't stopping her from riding me like she was in the throes of heat. I don't think either of us could form words or coherent thoughts, there was only constant grunting and moaning so loud I'm sure everyone in the brothel could hear it. Every movement felt orgasmic, but I had years of experience behind me. Most other guys would have probably come so hard they'd have passed out just from insertion, but in order to please some girls you have to know how to avoid emptying yourself into them in seconds. Training one's Kegel muscles to not contract in response to overwhelming pleasure is a hard road, but one all of us had mastered before founding the brothel. The ability to cum without cumming is what separates the vets from the newbies.

I have no idea how many times she climaxed, or how many times I did, but on the last one she plunged her tongue into my mouth again at the same time as she moaned in joyful release. I chose this as the time to reward her and allowed myself to shoot stream after stream of it inside her as we came at the same time. Once you give in, there really is no stopping yourself. I came for a solid minute with a force that could take an eye out, and it felt like she did likewise. She truly milked me dry with that tight, heavenly pussy of hers.

The venom was still in full effect and I could barely move even after she released me after what felt like an eternity in her all encompassing, sobbing embrace. It took everything I had to reach into the drawer, grab the syringe, and dose myself with the anti-venom. I offered her a version meant for her species should they do what she did and kiss the guy they just dosed. For some reason, the metabolic processes of the human body turns the venom into its opposite, something that doesn't affect a human but will hit her like her venom hits a man. She took it and now we were laying next to each other.

I looked at the clock and found we still had half an hour left to go.

“We still have half an hour y'know. We can go again if you want,” I gently brush aside her bangs and look at her face. She won't look at me, and she won't stop crying, “Do you... want to talk about something? Why did you hire me?”

It took her a few minutes to respond.

“I wanted... to know what it felt like, to be with a man.” She spoke so softly I barely heard her.

“What really? I was your first time? Wow that's rare for me. I guess I'm honored. But why me? You're not ugly, you could get a decent looking guy easily.” I looked down on the sheets, but there was no blood. Wait do Oomukade even have hymens? I'm pretty sure that's not a thing for bugs.

“No I can't!” She screamed. It made my heart wretch when I heard it. Like it contained a lifetime of despair.

“I'm always nervous, I can never get the words out. I feel anxious around others, scared they're going to make fun of me, because of these things!” She points to the mandibles in her mouth.

“They should be around my neck, but instead they're jutting out of my mouth. I actually had to learn  how to eat solid food when I was a kid so they wouldn't hurt. The kids in school never stopped teasing me because of them. I was bullied almost every day, nobody ever tried to help me. It only stopped when I tried to kill myself in 9th grade! Even in college, I can't bring myself to talk to anyone face to face, so I can't even say... that I even have any real friends! Let alone a boyfriend!” She was looking me in the eyes now, her hands on my shoulders as if to keep me from looking away.

I'd thrown open the gates. She was spilling the details about all her issues to me. It was obvious what this girl needed. I gave her a hug and stroked her hair as she sobbed into my chest.

“Listen, children are more evil and cruel than people want to give them credit for. I won't say that it gets better as you get older, but there are decent people out there who would care about you if you got to know them.” I reassure her, it sounds like this girl's about ready to ascend the nearest tall building again. If I don't get through to her, she might die.

“How... how would you know! You're just a fucking manwhore! All the women like you enough to pay for you, you never have to worry about rejection!” She yells bitterly between the sobs.

“No, I have to live with the certainty of it. Who would date, let alone marry, a whore? I couldn't hide it from them forever, and that'd be a dick move besides. Do you really think I stand any chance of getting married with the line 'My love, I happen to be a high-class hooker who fucks for a living, but I really truly love you. Will you marry me?'” I say the last part half-halfheartedly, like the sad joke it really is, because it's true.

I decide to open up to her like she had with me. No reason to keep my thoughts about myself a secret.

“I live comfortably, drive nice cars, drink fine wine, dine in classy restaurants, and generally enjoy the best life has to offer with little to no real effort and no need for education or training. Though I'd hardly consider myself uneducated. Reading is a hobby of mine and I've learned many things about the world. If I wanted, I'm certain I could get a more “respectable” job, but not at anything close to what I make here. I like the money, but it comes with a price beyond hours of fucking most every day. Once I'm old and withered I won't have a lover beside me, and nobody will have me beside them. I won't have a beautiful girl like you to console me in my old age. You always pay for what you have.”

It takes her a moment to respond, “You're just saying that because I paid you. You don't really think I'm beautiful, you probably think this is a ploy to get you to give me back the money I paid you.” Still bitter, the spite dripping from her voice as she glared at me.

“If I thought that, I'd have just given you 300 and threw you out. This is another price I pay, nobody except my fellow whores believe me when I hand out a compliment in here. I actually don't lie miss...” I'm too far into this now, I need a name for this girl.

“Moyra, Moyra Joanna Millian” It seems like I'm starting to get through to her, she actually told me her name.

“Alright... say I believe you, how am I beautiful? What about me could make a man pine for me except for my venom?” She asked earnestly, still a little spite in that voice though.

“Well Moyra...” I look her up and down for a few moments, drinking in everything she is with my eyes, “Your eyes are very captivating, I don't think I've ever seen a deeper purple. They're like wells of darkness that just draw you in the more you gaze into them. Your long dark hair is smooth and shiny, it really goes with the purple segments of your exoskeleton. The poison glands look like intricate tribal tattoos and the antennae on your head are cute. I would have played with them if I could have moved back there. And though your breasts are modest, they are rather nice.”

“And... what about these?” She pointed to her mandibles.

“I won't lie, that definitely brought you down a point. But they are a distinguishing feature and aren't really ugly, just weird. And the sight of my blood dripping off of them was cute in a very macabre way.”

“So... would you be my friend?” She asked with hope in her eyes.

“Sure. But no free benefits, I still have to make a living y'know.” I say while jokingly making it look like I'm scolding her.

“Can I... ask you what your real name is? I doubt it's John Stiff.”

I knew what she was doing, she was trying to get me to confirm it for her. We don't tend to give out our real names because once that's out there there's no real going back. Sad fact is being a whore is still seen as taboo by most people even though it's legal here. If they know you are one or used to be one kiss most friendships and other job opportunities goodbye. I know a few people who'd cut me off if they ever found out. So, for me to give her my true name after seeing the truth, would be a show of absolute trust. The kind of trust only given to close friends, family, and lovers.

“Mark. Mark Finnegain.” I have to risk it. The thought of this girl losing it and killing herself is just too heavy for me. I can't let that happen.

She encircles me again and gently hugs me as I wipe away her tears. We stayed like that for a long time.

“I'm actually kind of glad, that you think I can be nice to women for free.”

“Huh?” That confused look was really cute on her.

“We've gone over by 45 minutes, but all we did was talk and hold each other, so I'll let it go.” I bluntly inform her.

“OhmygoshI'msosorry!” She says frantically lets me go and dashes for the door, but I grab her hand.

“Don't be in such a rush. You should walk out of here calmly, preferably with a satisfied look on your face. Helps drive business my way you see. Come, let me get my clothes on so I can escort you out of here.” I say politely

I get everything on and write down my phone number and e-mail address and hand it to her. We're friends now after all, can't risk her getting discovered and labeled a pervert every time she wants to talk. I take her hand and escort her out the door like I'm a gigolo gentleman and she even plays the part with a smug satisfied face. As she walks out the door I tell her

“I'll be here anytime you need me.”

“Thank you John, really, thank you.” She gave me a small smile before turning and getting into her car.

I don't know if she'll ever require my services again though. Kind of wish she would, that was one amazing fuck. Definitely in the top 10. But, making the customer happy is our number one goal here.