You go to Fresh

You jump out of bed and start to tidy the apartment. There’s not much to do as you’re both tidy people and soon it’s as it should be.

Then you hit the shower. Your balls are a little tender to the touch and your cock is still semi hard. Just soaping yourself up brings it back to full attention.

Checking yourself out you wonder is that a BULL cock or a CUCK cock. Normally an anxiety inducing thought like that would see it wilt away, but not today. You turn the water from hot to cold and that helps a little, drawing blood to other parts of your body.

You dry yourself and go to pick out something to wear. Loose boxers seem a good idea and some tan cargo shorts. You button up a pale blue shirt on top and slip on your loafers.

You’re not going to open your work computer today, you wouldn’t know how to handle Kim while in this state and you wouldn’t be able to concentrate.

You decide to head to Fresh to see if Jane is there, to see if she’ll cough up some information face to face. Whatever happens you can grab a bite to eat and use up some time until Carrie comes home.

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The restaurant is quiet when you get there and you pick yourself a table. A waitress you haven’t seen before comes over to take your order.

Like most of the other waitresses she looks as though she’s dressed for yoga. She’s a little curvier than the others you’ve seen here - she must be a 36C you reckon - and still very fit.

She asks what you would like and you order something light with a carrot juice.

“Is Jane on today?” you ask, scanning her chest for her name badge. It looks like ‘Baps’, but you’re able to work out its ‘Babs’ before you embarrass yourself.

“She’s taken the day off,” says Babs. “She has an event or something she’s going to.”

“Is Maud around?” you try. It would be good to see someone you know.

“She’s out back on her break,” says Babs. “I’ll mention you’re here when I put your order in”

You watch Babs’ ass as she walks away and feel how easily you stiffen.

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Maud comes over just as you are finishing your meal.

“Was it good?” she asks you gesturing at the food.

You say it was very good.

“And how is the week going? Your game is very interesting to me. I thinks it’s something I might incorporate into my approach. Not for everyone, but for some of the people I work with.”

That prompts a question in your mind. “Why do you work in the restaurant when you have that other work as well.” You almost said ‘sex work’ but caught yourself in time.

“I don’t take money for that work except to cover any expenses. It’s more of a calling for me, helping people find themselves. I work here to pay the bills. It’s also good to do something more conventional with some of my time.”

You remember the phrase Jane used, “Helping sexual caterpillars become sexual butterflies?”.

Maud smiles at you. “Absolutely. I like to help people find something that’s already there, but hidden. It gives me a buzz - the sort of buzz you might get from solving a puzzle or completing a level of a video game. It feels like I have put things into their proper order.”

“Is it a sexual buzz?” you hear yourself ask.

“Not really. It meets a different need.”

“And do you get turned on when you are helping people or want to join in?” You remember Carrie telling you how Maud had got involved when you were blindfolded and tied to the bed.

“Of course I get turned on, but I manage it. I don’t want to lose focus and miss something important. People experiencing pleasure is very erotic don’t you think?”

You have to agree and you nod.

“I’m always involved in what’s going on,” she continues. “With you I made sure you could hear the instructions I was giving Carrie. That was part of the process, drawing you deeper into what was going on by directing your focus. With Carrie I was more hands on, touching her and applying the vibrator.”

“Do you ever let yourself be the person receiving attention and pleasure?”

“Occasionally when that is what is needed to unlock something in a person, but even then I’ll be aware of what’s going on.”

She always wants to stay in control you think. That must be hard.

“I better get back to work,” Maud says reaching for your plate. “But you should join us on Saturday if the coin allows you to. There’s more for you to explore.”

Not knowing what that might involve makes you a bit anxious. You thank Maud for the chat and pay your bill.

Leaving the restaurant you think about how while the coin removes the challenge of needing to make a decision, it brings with it the anxiety of not always being in control of what’s going to happen.