Slips through the city

Jesse woke up groggy to the sound of his beeping alarm the next day. Whether rain or shine; long nights spent satisfying clients or even invitations to all night orgies which the paying attendees might spend three days recovering from; Students of Madame Stanfield's were still expected to turn up to every day of school promptly and smartly dressed.

The sissy splashed on the quickest and simplest array of makeup he could get away with, and then tried to do something about his hair. He had forgotten to take out the elaborate braid before collapsing asleep and thus had something of a tangled haystack to contend with. The occasional bead of dried-in semen also certainly not helping. Once he was at least vaguely presentable he rushed out of the Home, skipping breakfast in order to make the train. The femboy hoped his grumbling stomach wouldn't have to contend with too many deposits of man-gunk this morning, before it got something real to fill it. Although… Silvertongue did always try to convince them that a good mouthful of cum should be all the nutrition a good slut needed to start his or her day.

Speaking of rain or shine… the heavens were pouring down toward him as Jesse stepped out into the city. He hadn't bothered to look at the prearranged weather for the week, so the sudden blast of sound and sweet-smelling air caught him slightly by surprise. Not that it really mattered: The automated, plexiglass covers had unfolded over all the main sidewalks, ensuring everyone could get where they needed to high and dry on this damp autumn morning. Still, the occasional stray splash at ankle height and rhythmic drumming from above did a good job of waking a sleepy sissy up.

Jesse watched the raindrops streak down the Maglev's windows as it whizzed him across the city. Able to do so despite kneeling in the aisle and bobbing his little head in and out of a new stranger’s lap. The femboy’s Oral Professor would be horrified at such a lack of attention given to the sacred task at hand… but the customer in question didn't seem particularly bothered as long as the lips and tongue he'd rented did their work. The few gulps of slime he earned did indeed make Jesse feel a little queasy on an empty stomach, yet he pushed past the initial reaction to such a salty aperitif to the day. To be honest, he was getting so used to the flavour of other men's semen these days that he was beginning to develop a connoisseural taste for it. There was such a variety in amount, warmth, consistency and texture that you received in every donation. Sometimes it was throat-cloggingly pungent, sometimes milky and mellow. Sometimes it was almost fruity and sweet! Apparently a result of whomever it belonged to eating pineapple the day before, at least according to Frankie. Either way… Jesse would always diligently swallow it all down, going back to clean up and gather the last drips as a proper slut should. Wondering just how many litres of the stuff he might have lined his belly with by now, since being assigned his proper place in the world.

The sissy skipped out onto the platform at his station, feel a lot more awake and aware for the journey. He was looking forward to his first snog of the day from Suzy, and whatever new secrets to being the perfect fucktoy his teachers would unveil today. Day in, day out… this was the life he led. It seemed silly to think any of it had once seemed so strange and terrifying. He got to go to elaborate shows in expensive dresses, drinking fine wines and meeting fascinating, if intimidating, people. He got to learn his specific artform from the best of the best and do so among some of the most precious and beautiful friends he'd ever made. He got to bring pleasure to stranger after stranger, earning his own gasping joys in return and carefully assessing what made each lustful experience unique.

Every day was new. Every day was interesting. What more could a young man ask for, really?