Getting a text from Sarah

Chris woke up the next morning to the familiar sensation of the device humming against his thigh. He had slept fitfully, waking up twice to the sound of the SEED processing his nightly emissions. The red light on the battery indicator was blinking, warning him that he was running on fumes. He unplugged the magnetic cord from the wall and stumbled to the bathroom to get ready.

His phone buzzed on the counter. It was Sarah again.

*Coffee in 20?*

He stared at the text. He could text back an excuse, but he knew he couldn't hide in his apartment forever. The doctor had been clear that he needed to try to live a normal life, just with... modifications. He typed back a thumbs up emoji before he could talk himself out of it.

Getting ready was a logistical nightmare. He tried to wear his usual jeans, but the SEED unit was too bulky. It created a distinct, rounded bulge that looked less like a medical device and more like he was smuggling a tennis ball. He eventually settled on a pair of loose gym shorts with a drawstring, hoping the casual attire would hide the outline of the machine. He threw on a baggy hoodie that hung low enough to cover his waistline.

He drove to the coffee shop with the windows down, trying to air out the car. The SEED was fully charged again, sitting ominously between his legs. Every bump in the road jostled the machine, sending tiny shocks of pleasure through him. He had to concentrate on the road to prevent the machine from interpreting the vibration as a trigger event.

The Bean & Leaf was crowded when he arrived. He scanned the room and saw Sarah sitting at a corner table, two cups already in front of her. She was wearing a sundress that showed off her tan shoulders. She waved when she saw him, her face lighting up.

Chris took a deep breath and walked over. *Act normal,* he told himself. *Just act normal.*

"Hey!" she said, standing up to give him a hug. He stiffened as she wrapped her arms around him, terrified that her body would press against the device. She pulled back before he had to react. "You look... tired," she said, her brow furrowing with concern.

"Yeah, rough night," Chris said, sliding into the chair opposite her. He positioned his legs carefully under the small table, making sure the SEED wasn't pressing against the wood. "Hospital food doesn't sit well."

"I still can't believe you were in the hospital," she said, sitting down and leaning her elbows on the table. The movement caused the neckline of her dress to gape slightly. Chris tore his eyes away, staring fixedly at the sugar packets in the center of the table.

*Beep.*

A soft, single chime came from under the table. It was quiet, but in the lull of the conversation, it sounded like a grenade going off.

Sarah paused, tilting her head. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Chris asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"That beep. Sounds like you left your phone in your pocket."

Chris felt the sweat pricking on his hairline. The SEED had detected his spike in heart rate and blood flow. It was priming the lubrication system. "Oh, yeah. You know me. Always getting notifications."

He reached into his pocket and thumbed his phone screen randomly to make a noise, hoping to mask the mechanical whirring that was starting up under his shorts. The machine was beginning its pre extraction sequence.

"So," Sarah said, taking a sip of her latte. She licked the foam off her upper lip. "I was really worried when you didn't call. I thought maybe you were trying to ghost me."

Chris gripped the edge of the table. The suction had started. It was a low, rhythmic pull that was impossible to ignore. "No, never," he choked out. "I just... I've been going through a lot lately. Personal stuff."

*Beep. Beep.*

The sounds were getting faster. The machine was ramping up. He had to do something. He needed to get out of here before the machine went into high gear and started making the sounds of a garbage disposal in the middle of a quiet coffee shop.

"Sarah," he said, his breath hitching as the suction increased. "I... I have to go."

"What?" she looked confused. "You just got here. We haven't even talked."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just... I forgot something at the house. Important. Work thing."

He started to stand up, but the motion shifted his weight, driving his cock deeper into the silicone sleeve. The device interpreted this as consent for maximum power. The motor roared to life, vibrating violently against his thigh.

"Chris?" Sarah stood up too, reaching out for his arm. "Are you okay? You look really pale."

"Don't touch me!" he blurted out, recoiling from her hand.

She froze, her hand hovering in mid air, her expression falling from concern to hurt. "Excuse me?"

"I mean... I'm contagious," he lied desperately. "The doctor said. Stomach bug. Highly infectious."

He was backed up against the table now. The device was beeping rapidly, the countdown to extraction. He couldn't walk. He couldn't run. He was trapped.

"You're acting really weird," Sarah said, crossing her arms. "If you didn't want to see me, you could have just said so. You don't have to make up some fake disease."

*Beep-beep-beep-beep.*

The machine ignored the social awkwardness. It had a job to do. The suction hit its peak. Chris's eyes rolled back in his head. He grabbed the edge of the table with a white knuckled grip, his knuckles turning white.

"Chris?" Sarah took a step back, looking frightened now. "Chris, what's wrong?"

He couldn't answer. The wave of pleasure crashed over him, accompanied by the loud, wet slurping sound of the machine extracting the fluid. It was a lewd, unmistakable noise that echoed in the small coffee shop.

Around them, the room went silent. A barista stopped steaming milk. A student looked up from his textbook. Sarah stared at him, her eyes wide, looking down at the source of the sound.

The machine beeped three times, signaling the end of the cycle. It powered down with a long, dying whir.

Chris stood there, panting, his face burning with humiliation. The entire shop was staring at him. He looked at Sarah, who was staring at the strange, vibrating bulge in his gym shorts with a look of total confusion and dawning horror.

"I have to go," he whispered.

He turned and fled the shop, ignoring the stares and the whispers. He ran to his car, fumbling with the keys, and dove into the driver's seat. He didn't look back to see if Sarah was following. He just started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving his dignity and any chance of a normal relationship behind in the dust.