The Patron

After the two days of rest, Stacy felt renewed and strangely anxious. That morning, while Sam was still asleep, she opened the agency app and accepted the last available job at Level 3.

Sam felt a vibration on his Chronos Sentinel. LILA’s soft, comforting voice slipped into his mind like a whisper, gently pulling him from the edge of sleep:

“Good morning, Sam. I know it’s very early and I didn’t want to disturb your rest, but I thought this might interest you. Stacy has just accepted a new assignment. She seems very committed to her new vocation.”

Sam’s eyes snapped open. He looked around the room and heard the shower running with the bathroom door locked. He quickly lay back down and pretended to be asleep again.

“Yes, Sam, better to pretend you’re sleeping,” LILA said. “We don’t want to create conflict, do we?”

Sam felt a somewhat humiliating pang at LILA’s comment, but he knew she was right — that was exactly how he wanted to behave.

*Why did she accept so quickly without talking to me first?* he wondered in a whisper.

LILA replied: “No need to overthink it. It’s her job and she wants to be productive for you, Sam. For your future together.”

“Yeah, sure… I guess that’s why. But so soon? She looks like an excited little girl waking up on Christmas morning.”

At that moment, Stacy unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out wearing only a short robe that clung to her beautiful body.

Sam, pretending to sleep on his side, sensed her sitting on her side of the bed and beginning to apply moisturizer while softly humming a song he didn’t recognize.

LILA whispered in his mind: “Does she smell good, Sam? Coconut and vanilla, right? That robe is quite revealing, isn’t it?”

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Barely thirty minutes later, Stacy’s phone vibrated.

**Victor:**

Good morning, beautiful. That smile of yours lights up even text messages. Everything is ready in the studio. Come down in 10 minutes whenever you’re ready.

Stacy felt a familiar tingle in her stomach. She looked at herself in the mirror, bit her lip, and took a deep breath before leaving the apartment.

LILA: “She just received a message with instructions.”

Sam noticed how she jumped slightly, grabbed her phone, and then slipped out the door wearing only that revealing robe.

Sam felt strangely sidelined. She hadn’t even given him a goodbye kiss. The anxiety of her leaving squeezed his chest.

LILA: “It’s okay, Sam. I can sense your anxiety spikes, but you shouldn’t suffer. It’s just work. Besides… don’t you feel that little tingle? Soon you’ll have new material for your favorite part of the day — your masturbation session.”

Sam stretched out in the middle of the huge bed, spreading his arms and legs, trying to reach the edges. He had never had such a big bed. He stared at the ceiling and sighed. The calm slowly returned, and with it came the tingle LILA had so accurately described.

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Stacy went down to the studio. Victor greeted her with a kind smile and led her into his private office.

“Today we’ll repeat the concept of the previous session, nothing new,” Victor explained. “A longer, more intimate masturbation scene. Soft lighting, close-up shots… Are you comfortable with that?”

Stacy nodded, though she could feel her cheeks burning.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the office door.

“Come in,” Victor said.

A man in his late 40s to early 50s entered. Tall, well-dressed in a tailored dark grey suit, with silver streaks at his temples and an elegant, calm presence. He wasn’t strikingly handsome, but he had a mature, distinguished attractiveness and kind eyes.

“Stacy,” Victor said casually, “this is Mr. Richard. He’s the patron for this session.”

Richard smiled politely and extended his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I just wanted to meet you in person before the session. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, so I’ll leave now…”

Stacy, still barefoot and wearing only the light short robe, felt her heart racing. She glanced discreetly at the man. There was something about his presence that both intimidated and attracted her.

“Wait…” she said in a thin voice, almost without thinking. “No… you don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. You can stay… like Victor and the photographer. After all… this is all thanks to your generosity.”

Richard raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised but clearly pleased.

“If you’re really okay with it… I’d love to accept your offer and stay. Thank you, Stacy.”

Victor smiled discreetly, satisfied.

Stacy felt an intense heat rising up her neck. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She had just given a stranger permission to watch her masturbate live.

And the most dangerous part… was that the idea didn’t disgust her at all.