After a week, Linza felt like she and Tanyth were already old friends.
It was time to start the next part of her job training.
The sex part.
Linza had expected her shyness to come screaming back, but all it managed was a meek ‘peep’. She felt totally comfortable with Tanyth and totally comfortable in the little room.
They walked her through setting up the room in the default configuration. Then, they kneeled across from each other on the bamboo mat.
“Alright, so,” Tanyth started. “Part of this job is that a lot of people are going to masturbate in front of you. Like you said, variety is the spice of life. Some moments can feel strange, or unfamiliar, or even just silly. We want all of our guests to feel welcomed, and unjudged.”
Linza nodded. “Of course!”
“So, the next step is exposure training. Part of it is about desensitization to any of the things that might make you want to snort or giggle or hide. Part of it is also about learning different kinds of rhythms, observing different kinds of masturbation. There’s as many different kinds as there are people.”
“Makes sense.”
“The way this works is that we’ve marked this room as one of the break rooms for staff. They’ll know you’re in here. Some might introduce themselves, others might not. They all know the drill, so you’re welcome to giggle or gasp or laugh and not worry about your own noises.”
“My own noises?”
“When you masturbate.”
“Oh!” Of course. But also, oh my.
Tanyth quirked a grin. “I’d buy you a bottle of really nice wine if you managed to make it through a shift in the break room without touching yourself.”
A wave of heat rolled down Linza’s spine. She narrowed her eyes playfully. “You’re saying that because I told you I liked denial, aren’t you!”
They shrugged. “Do you want the wager or not?”
“I’ll take it,” she said firmly. She’d spent whole days at work fantasizing without cracking. She was pretty sure she could handle it. And if there was any day she could, it would be this first day, where so much was unfamiliar.
“All right! We’re almost ready, then. Let’s see… oh, feel free to step out back if you ever need to. Sometimes the experience can be surprisingly emotional. That’s normal too. My shift tonight is tending bar, so you’re free to come by later if you want to talk.”
Linza nodded. She was quite sure she’d be fine, but she truly did appreciate all of the considerations. This is what she’d signed up for, after all. People masturbating in front of her. Eventually, masturbating to her. She was excited!
“Alright, let’s get you situated then.” Tanyth got up and Linza followed, stepping around the half-folded room divider and into her half of the room.
Tanyth stayed on the other side. “You’ve got a little handle, just there… yup. Just pull that over and it’ll latch into place.”
“You’re leaving that way?”
“Well, I’m not leaving quite yet.”
Linza had never heard Tanyth sound directly flirtatious before. Her heart wobbled up into her throat. She fumbled with the latch, but did eventually get it clasped.
With the screen drawn tight, it looked like a solid part of the wall, except for the little grate in the middle that let her look into the larger side of the room.
Her side was dark, so that she was hidden.
Sound would pass easily between them.
She held her breath.
They turned back to the little grate, eyes in her direction, though she knew they could not see her. “Oh, I did mean to double check with you. Is this alright? I can always go—”
“Totally alright. Great. Good. I’ll be most comfortable if it’s you, first.” Linza had not once considered, through Tanyth’s entire explanation, that they might be one of the ones to masturbate in front of her. ‘Comfortable’ was perhaps a lie, but ‘eager’ would be accurate.
They grinned brightly at her. “Great! I’m glad to hear it. I’m feeling pent up something fierce, though I can’t quite place why…” Tanyth casually unbuttoned their shirt, revealing their flat chest.
They started to unbutton their wide-legged trousers.
Linza’s heart raced. She didn’t care at all what anatomy they had, except that whatever it was, she wanted her mouth on it or in it.
She had thought she’d gotten a handle on her affections for Tanyth.
She had been very wrong.
Their pants slid down over their slender hips and pooled in the center of the floor.
They stood before her, totally naked.
Their skin was smooth and hairless, their waist nipped in with a feminine hint, and their erection pulsed and begged for touch.
Discussions of word choice returned to Linza’s mind. She could hardly call what Tanyth had a ‘cock’ or a ‘dick’. Those words were too rough for them. ‘Shaft’, perhaps. Or simply ‘penis’, as necessary.
Linza’s mind wandered over the meandering flow of Tanyth’s gender expression. As with any part of Tanyth’s body and manners, Linza knew that their shaft would be as masculine or as feminine as they wanted it to be.
Not even bothering to sit down, Tanyth started to stroke themselves.
Linza edged closer to the grate, still barely breathing.
Tanyth’s first happy moan was like a spark on dry kindling.
Linza’s whole body flared with desire and she became very uncertain whether she would earn her bottle of wine.
There was a shallow shelf on the wall by the door, and Tanyth had left a jar open there. All the jars were lubricant, and there were a variety of flavors and scents. That one was jasmine. Linza had thought Tanyth had left it open for its fragrance, but the reason was now clear.
They paused their stroking and dipped their fingers into the clear liquid. It dripped in long strings as Tanyth returned their hand to themselves.
Then they moaned in earnest and Linza nearly fainted.
The one mercy of the whole thing was that it seemed like Tanyth wasn’t trying to take too long. They had their shift to get too, after all.
Linza pressed her fingertips against the screen and the tip of her nose against the grate, captivated. Capturing every detail. Remembering.
The way their face fluttered with pleasure. Their tongue between their lips. The swanlike curve of their back as they braced one hand against the wall and leaned heavily into it. Their rising urgency.
Every gasp. Every moan. Every stutter.
She wanted to pull every one of those noises from them, and then more.
The sound of their blooming climax was the high-pitched sigh of a luxuriant stretch.
Their cum spurted out onto the wall and then dribbled down over their hand. And then more. And then more.
It was more cum than Linza had ever seen at once. But it did not seem to be a supernatural amount. She just became even less impressed with her previous lovers who’d had similar hardware.
And all the more enamored with Tanyth.
They heaved a happy sigh and picked up a clean wash cloth from the stack. They wiped themselves down, then the wall, then dropped the cloth in a bin by the door.
Tanyth put their hand to the door, then turned back and waved. “Remember, come down any time!” They gave her a sunny smile as if they had not just worked themselves to powerful orgasm in front of her, and then left.
Linza sunk down to her knees. Her whole body was trembling.
Good gods she was so turned on.
She was hardly afforded any time to think, however, as the door swung open again.
She scrambled back up to peer through the grate. There was a stool behind her for such a purpose, and she pulled it up so that she could sit and still see who had arrived.
This was a woman, plump and curvaceous, with her hand already down the front of her trousers.
“H-hi! I’m s-sorry I usually properly introduce myself first, but… nnnnngh… fuck.”
The woman leaned back into the wall of the room and slid down to the floor with a plop. Her hand stayed buried in her trousers all the while. She was panting heavily, her breasts bouncing on her chest.
“It’s just my favorite patron visited today and he always gets me so… so… Ah, Aaaaah!” Barely thirty seconds after entering the room, the woman heaved her head back against the wall and climaxed.
Linza expected her to leave then, but it seemed that she was only getting started.
The woman bit her lip and squirmed and panted. She massaged her breasts and pinched her own nipples from the outside of her shirt.
Linza tried to take mental notes. But she was too aroused to think clearly and too curious to sink fully into her own arousal, so she just rocked her vulva against the stool and gasped quietly. The woman worked herself to a second, then a third orgasm. She sighed, stretched, toweled herself off, and left.
She’d never said her name.
Not that Linza would be remembering any names like this.
There was a man with tattoos, then a woman with white hair. Then a man and a woman together, and he fucked her into the ground as she sang with ecstasy.
She did see a few things that had surprised her.
There was a man who seemed to have orgasmed multiple times, if his face and voice were to be trusted, but he hadn’t ejaculated at all.
And then there was a woman who had ejaculated quite forcefully, sending a spray and then subsequent drip of clear fluid onto the floor below her.
Some masturbated slowly, some quickly. Some orgasmed powerfully, some hardly seemed to at all.
She had not realized just how right she had been. Variety truly was the spice of life.
And Tanyth had been right to call her ‘pansexual’. There was not one single body, one single face of pleasure, one gasp or moan of delight, that did not wrack her whole body with arousal.
Linza could hardly even remember anymore why she wasn’t touching herself, why she wasn’t cumming with them, except that Tanyth didn’t want her to.
For Tanyth, she waited.
For Tanyth, she trembled against the screen, sweating and gasping, rocking herself against the stool until she edged and edged and edged but never climaxed.
She hardly noticed that it had been an especially long time since the last person had come in, except that the door startled her when it swung open.
It was Tanyth!
“Just finished my shift,” they said. “You still in here?”
“Yes,” Linza gasped.
“Nicely done! If you want to pull open the screen, I’ll help clean up.”
All Linza could think was that she wanted them to clean her up. Trembling, she stood and unlatched the screen.
Tanyth swept it easily aside, revealing her quivering there.
Their face was suddenly uncertain. “Are you alright?”
“I, um… I didn’t…” Linza had never felt this dizzyingly aroused in her life.
Tanyth caught her by the elbow and found her eyes. “You didn’t cum, this whole time?”
Linza nodded, eagerly.
“Holy shit Linza, just for our bet?”
No, for Tanyth… oh, the bet! The wine! Right. It had just been a bet. “Y-yeah.”
“Well fuck me, I’d have just bought it for you if you wanted it so badly.”
She would have happily fucked them. “I’m… competitive.”
“Well, I can’t let you out of here like this. Do you want me to step outside, watch your, or touch you?”
While Linza’s conscious mind was still trying to make sense of Tanyth’s words, Linza’s unconscious responded confidently. “Touch me!”
Tanyth took Linza’s hands and pulled her gently onto the bamboo mat, then hovered over her with a soft smile.
First, they pressed their hand over her panties and her mound. “Fuck, you’re soaked!”
All Linza could do was nod.
Their hands were cool and soothing where they brushed over Linza’s skin and helped her wriggle out of the panties and kick them to her ankles.
Then, their fingers returned to her.
All the anticipation and wanting turned into pleasure in Tanyth’s hands. They were an alchemist of the highest degree.
“How’s that?” Their fingers ran circles over her vulva.
“Yes!”
“Do you want…” the fingers of their other hand brushed deeper between Linza’s labia, at the entrance to her vagina.
“Yes, please, please inside!”
Two of Tanyth’s fingers pressed in and Linza screamed with ecstasy. They easily found her spot of especial pleasure and pressed in a regular rhythm.
“Fuck!” Linza gasped. “Yes. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Just stay… exactly like that…”
Tanyth obliged.
Linza’s heat built. She clenched her sex around Tanyth’s fingers and as she did, Tanyth pressed back against her. Linza moaned.
She let her mind sink back into fantasy. The memory of Tanyth’s cum, on the wall and dripping over their fingers, played slowly in Linza’s mind.
Her breath heaved in ragged gasps. “T-Tanyth, you’re gonna make me, you’re gonna make me— Aaaah!”
The climax overtook her in slow, heavy pulses. Tanyth continued their exact movements even as she writhed and shook and clenched. They did not slow or stop until Linza started to quiver with sensitivity and placed her hand over theirs.
They grinned down at her and withdrew their hands, then licked her wetness off of them.
Linza nearly came again just at the sight of it, but she was happy to be done shaking.
“I apologize that I let us make a bet with too low a wager,” Tanyth said. “Does that plus the wine seem adequate?”
Linza nodded dreamily. “Yes, very… adequate…”
Tanyth placed a calming hand on Linza’s chest. “You just stay there and recover. I’ll clean up, then I’ll walk you to the trolley. How’s that sound?”
Linza had meant to say ‘that’s perfect’ but instead she said, “You’re perfect…”
Tanyth giggled and winked. “You flatter me. You’re a quick learner, though. I’m sure you’ll surpass me in no time.”
Linza was a quick learner, but it took her three more nights to confirm the lesson that had glowed within her that night. As with her employment, she slept on it. Then she slept on it again. And one more time.
And then she was certain.
She was in love with Tanyth.
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