Mao helps the client get rid of the stiffy

"Well, when a futanari finishes up a photoshoot in which I ask them to get nice and rigid, it's a little cruel to kick them out on their ass afterward without taking care of that for them." Mao's voice was playful, with a manner that somehow seemed practiced and professional while announcing her intent to help her clients forego dipping into the nearest public restroom to get rid of the boner she'd given them. "So, as a devotee of futanari art and a lover of the futa form, I help them take care of that before I send them on their way."

I wasn't silly enough to suspect that she meant she was going to give me a nice magazine and a bathroom to read it in. For that matter, I still couldn't see, until she deigned to point my glasses out to me. I didn't even dare to feel around for them any more; I was worried I'd hit another switch of pornographic nature or perhaps sit on them by accident. That would really follow my train of luck so far today.

My keen detective skills told me that the photographer, who was slowly approaching me in her own state of nudity, prooobably had something more hands-on in mind.

"Hey, this is important for me too, because as long as it's erect and begging for attention like that, I can't stop taking photos either!" She snapped a few more, perhaps just for her personal scrapbook. Disoriented, I placed my hands back over it... but, even with its comparatively small size, it was pretty hard to cover it with two feminine hands. I heard the camera flash a few more times; evidently, she found that half-exposed look erotic as well. "See? I can't help myself!"

I told her she sounded like an alcoholic...

"Ha! Maybe I do get a little too into my work. But trust me, this is going to be good for both of us..."

The pink light all around, combined with the ever-approaching blob of flesh color that was Mao, had me feeling dizzy. I asked her again to clarify what she had in mind.

"I'm not a one-trick pony, Katsumi. I see a lot of clients come through here and they all have different ways they like to do it. Would you like me to lay out a couple?"

I told her that yes, I would, but I'd also like to have my glasses back.

"Mmmm... I think I'll hold onto those until we finish," Mao returned with a giggle; it reminded me a bit of Miss Doggett's, although, in this case, I think I understood what I was in for a little better. Part of me still wondered what all Ms. Doggett had planned if I'd submitted myself to her. I shook the thought from my head; there was no use thinking about the option not taken, and besides, I was feeling plenty stimulated without worrying about that. "Old glasses Katsumi, again, might not know what's best for her. I want you to think like butt-naked-in-a-stranger's-photography studio-Katsumi right now. Think with that dick of yours! How does it want me to handle it?"

Doing my best impression of the Katsumi who still has some pride and doesn't want a relative stranger touching their penis, I reminded Mao: I am a detective who thinks with her brain, not her dick!

"Okay, fine! I'll lay out the options," Mao laughed, though I could picture her rolling her eyes in a catty expression. "If you wanna do things the professional way... I can lead you to the bathroom. We'll point you right at the toilet. Then, as gently as you please, I can help you relieve yourself in the toilet. I'll even wear disposable gloves! Once I've finished, I'll toss them. No semen collected, nothing leftover, no me touching your dick directly. Then you'll get your clothes and be on your way!"

The rational part of my brain was reminding me: despite her framing, this was plenty sexual! If I just need to get rid of a stiffy, I can jerk myself off! Why does she need to do it for me?! She's just trying to satisfy herself! On the other hand... she'd obviously gone to lengths to think up ways to make this seem like a palatable option for futanari photo subjects hoping to retain their self respect and think of what they just accomplished as art rather than pornography. I had to respect that. And yet...

I asked her what the other option would be.

Mao stepped even closer now, enough so that I could begin to make out the details of her naked body despite lacking my prescription glasses. From here, I could make out her aroused nipples, her confident stance, and her slender, under-developed body... a body much like my own, yet wielded so differently in the service of her proud eroticism. "One of my favorites is to take your cum all over my body. That's a kind of futa art too, right? My body is like a nice, blank easel, waiting for you to paint it all over... I actually have a photo collection of those too. You wanna see it? On second thought, I'll keep that private... It'll harden you back up after you finish off~"

I gulped, thankful that she'd given me an out so that I didn't have to lie. I did want to see it... When she paused and waited for my answer, the silence grew oppressive. I could feel the question rising in my throat. I couldn't help but ask it: there's a third option too, right?

"Ha ha ha! You are a detective, huh? Leave it to you not to let anything stay hidden!" she chuckled, finally pressing both hands to the podium on either side of me and leaning in close enough for me to make out the details of her grinning face. "I hope you don't mean walking out here with your boner? Cause that's a non-option. I'm too kind to let that happen." She waited for a moment longer, to see if I'd make any guesses, then gave me a hint. "The third way involves a condom, Katsumi, and you might have to take a shower with me afterward."

If my glasses were still on, they'd have fogged up just then. Was this a gift I was being given, or a gift that the futa photographer was giving herself? Was she generous or greedy for giving me all of these choices?