Chapter 31

From the Video Blog of Ariel, the First Immortal Whore

Tonight I am meeting with Rylander28. I don’t know his real-world name, but I do know that in the immortal world he is the son of Nama’s Child.

The boundaries between the immortal world and Phoenix Rising are always complex for me. Emotions cross that boundary from character to player always. But this is more than that. I’m trying to introduce him to the world of physical intimacy. I will become one of the most important experiences in his life. It’s crazy—crazy hot and crazy insane both.

I am dressed in the corset and jacket again. I adopted the leather skirt rather than the flowing lacy thing. There is a good chance of making out tonight and the lacy skirt isn’t practical for laying down. The corset will need to come off for making out too, but considering how Ryland looked at my boobs I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. And the corset and jacket do cut a fine figure.

Tonight, they don’t even ask if I want the communications stud; the desk worker just hands it to me. I guess it will take a while to live down the incident with the guard.

Ryland arrives. He dresses up nice in a tuxedo. He’s nervous and a little excited. Not sexually yet, more anticipating something he’s looking forward to. But he’s nervous like he’s facing a big test or some challenge he’s not sure he is ready for. I understand; we have all felt that on big dates. Even I don’t know how to treat this. It sounds like there may be more of a relationship component with this than with most of my clients. He may need someone to hold his hand and talk to as much as someone to swallow his cock.

We are seated. I start by suggesting we order drinks.

I am a little nervous too. I am not sure how to start a conversation like this. I’ve come a long way from the girl who wasn’t sure how to approach Hulda. And in fact I can take inspiration from her. “So, you are thinking of spending time as my client.”

He nods.

“But you are nervous.”

“It’s that obvious?”

“Well your tongue is a little tied up, and your hand was a bit clammy shaking. But I’m cheating. I have skills that give me a really good idea of how someone is feeling.”

“How does that work?”

“Smell.”

“So nervous smells different than happy?”

“Yes. And just so you know there are all different shades of how horny and turned on and everything too.”

Ah, first blush of the evening! I grin. “Same rules as last time. Being embarrassed is fine. But we’re also going to have a couple of new rules.”

“What?”

“It is always okay to say you want to slow down or stop. But it’s the job of the person wanting to slow down to say so. I’ll check in, but only you know what you want.”

“Isn’t it kind of obvious if I’m embarrassed or scared or something?”

“Have you ever ridden a roller coaster?”

“Yeah!” His face lights up. “They are fun.”

“They’d be a lot less fun if they stopped and everyone got off the first time someone got scared.”

“That’d be stupid.”

“This is like that; sometimes it is fun to do something even though you are a bit scared. Sometimes with the kind of embarrassment we’re dealing with it can feel naughty to do something anyway, to keep on going. And sometimes it doesn’t. Again, I’ll try and check in, but it’s your job to let me know.”

“Okay.”

Our server arrives. We stop to order.

“So, you know I stream most of what I do.”

“Uh huh.”

“Have you thought about what that means for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Anything we do together has a good chance of being up there on my channel for anyone to see. Third person video, plus my video angle, sound, smell, taste, whatever my body feels, and the immersive channels.” I think we’ve maxed out the blush. His heart is pounding, and it is mostly fear, but it also has him turned on a tiny bit.

“So anyone who searches for me could find that?”

“No, probably not. It’s indexed under me and tagged to prevent third-party face recognition or voice transcription. So it’s out there, and you need to be prepared for people who look for it to find it. But people probably aren’t going to stumble on it.”

“Wow. I knew you streamed, but I hadn’t put it all together.”

“You know your mom watches my stream. Have the two of you talked about whether she’s going to watch anything we do?”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t.”

“If it matters to you, why don’t you check it out. You can go message her.”

Our dinner arrives. As we’re eating, his fear is dulled by returning excitement.

I know the answer but I want him to say it. “Has the streaming scared you away?”

“No. I think I’m beginning to understand what you’re saying about embarrassment being exciting. It feels kind of naughty, but in a good way.

“It’s out there, but there’s nothing wrong with that when you get down to it. I mean if someone does know that I did something with you, what are they going to do? Say it’s somehow okay for them to look at your stream but not for me to have fun?”

“Well, yeah, people are twisted around enough in their own heads to find ways of doing exactly that without realizing it.”

He laughs. “I guess so. But I’m not sure I need to pay attention to people like that. I don’t see anything shameful in what I’m doing. Honestly learning a bit from someone older where I’m safe from anything permanent happening seems like a smart plan.”

“Emotions have long-lasting effects. This game has those turned on full.”

“Sure, but you know what I mean.”

I nod. “So, are you looking for something more like going on a date or something more like a crazy hot time with a whore?”

“Can I have both?”

“I guess I’m asking how much you want to try and learn about interacting with real-world humans, and how much do you want to explore two bodies getting together in the hottest ways possible?

“I’m a whore. Say you got tired of having dinner and just wanted to fuck. Or say you wanted to have dinner while fucking. I’d do that, although if we wanted to fuck over dinner, we’d need to move to another brothel. But most girls you go on a first date with would run away screaming if you proposed that.”

“Any reason not to go for hot and steamy?”

“I kind of hope that’s what you’ll choose. Now, I expect you to still care about me, to treat me nice like you would a date. The difference is I’d enjoy exploring things together. Whether that’s going off for a really good fuck or watching other people and enjoying getting hot, I’d enjoy helping you get comfortable with sex and your body.

“But in some ways that will spoil you for dating around your age. I have the confidence to encourage you rather than feeling self conscious or worrying when things don’t work the first time. Everything else equal, it will be easier to be physically comfortable with me in game. So, real-world stuff might seem harder, not as fun. But love makes up for a lot of that.”

“I would hope love is more important than all that.”

“Sure, finding someone you can love and get along with is amazing; embrace that when you find it. My point was a little different. Even with love, some of the physical awkwardness and being new to sex will still be present. My point is that because of the love, it can matter less. It can give you the time you need to build confidence. And yeah, when you can get it, love and that confidence is unbelievable.”

“But you don’t have anyone like that now ... at least not that you’ve told us about.”

“No.”

“Sorry if that is uncomfortable.”

I change the subject. “So last time, we talked a little about how much dating you have done. We are going to need to talk about what your experience is and what you’d like to do.”

“How much does it matter, one kind of sex from another?”

“It’s not important at all, and it’s a really big deal.” I grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s the people and the connection that matters. Just like words, it’s how you string them together and what you say that matters rather than the individual words.”

“You can say different things with sex?”

“Oh yeah. Tonight we’ll probably be saying ‘Isn’t this fun?’ and ‘Wow it is hot to try things together.’ A couple of days ago, I was saying ‘You are beautiful even when you hurt and cannot see it.’ Before that I was saying ‘I want you.’”

“Anyway,” I say, “so at that level perhaps it only matters that you have something everyone involved likes that works well for you. But at another level, it feels really good to be able to try out your fantasies. Knowing that it’s okay to want things and to try them out makes everything about sex better. And the more you do it, the better it seems to get.”

He has finished his meal. I have a couple bites left. I reach across and place my hand in his. “You are stalling on me though. Are you going to tell me what you’ve done so far?”

He sighs. “I guess I need to.” He grips my hand. “Given how sex positive my mom is, I feel silly, but I haven’t done much. We fumbled around a bit. Got naked, touched each other. I’ve had sex once; it was kind of okay.”

Poor kid. He must be really nervous; that came out like it was he and his mom fumbling around, and he didn’t even notice. I know from our last dinner that he means his dates in the immortal world.

I squeeze back. “See, now you’ve said it. Doesn’t it feel better to have it out there?”

“No.”

“For me, often it does. Anyway, your experience is not going to be a problem, and it really helps to know where you are. I think we’ll start with ‘getting naked’ as you put it, and go from there.”

“When you say you had sex,” I ask, “are you talking about fucking a girl vaginally?”

He nods.

He’s looking over my shoulder. “What are they doing up on the stage?”

I turn to look. Master Craggs is up there with two other men. “Looks like a lineup. I think she”— I point to an immortal sitting at the first table—”wants a selection. So, they will strut their stuff and let her pick.”

“So, they are just going to put on a show and then what? She picks one ... and they go off and fuck?”

“Probably. Unless she likes more than one.”

“Have you ever done that?”

“Once. I didn’t like it. I felt like I was competing too much with the other whores.” Although that’s not the vibe or smell I’m getting from Bruce and the other guys up there. They are playing off each other, teasing and flirting with each other. I might have more fun with the right whores and with Smell of Sex set to max. Of course that turns almost anything into something hot.

“You talk about fantasies lots,” he says. “But I don’t even know what fantasies I’m supposed to have. Since you have done this so much, which fantasies did you try out that make everything better for you?”

I laugh. In front of him, it’s still a bit tricky to talk about. What if I gross him out? Well, then we’ll deal with how to handle that respectfully. And if he can’t, I’ll turn him away. “I like getting dirty. I like how people smell and taste after they have sex. And the game intensifies that and brings it to ridiculous levels. Getting to do that and having people who helped me out lets me feel strong—lets me feel like I’m not a freak.”

“Oh, so like smelling your panties, that sort of thing?”

“I bet I’d be into that if I actually did it more. Mostly I’m talking about oral sex after a guy comes in a girl.”

“But how do you reach?”

I laugh. “Not my cunt.”

His mouth makes this big O. “So like ... with another girl ... after she has sex?”

I lick my lips for show. “Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Moral of the story: anything you can think of, someone gets off on it.”

“Anything?”

“Yes anything.”

“I bet I can come up with something that no one is into.”

I laugh. “Give it your best try. I’ll give you a few minutes to think.

“But let’s not let that distract us too much. I bet you are into some of the more common things,” I say.

“Well I mean sex of course. And I might like eating you out. But I don’t know.”

“How about being watched? Or watching someone?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

“Both watching and being watched?”

“Yes, but no laughing or making fun.”

I shake my head vigorously. “Absolutely not.”

“Would you like to try someone else too? Or just me for now?”

“I don’t want to make you upset.”

“We’re talking fantasies here, remember. We will talk more before doing anything.” I stroke his hand. “And I’m not going to get upset about a fantasy.” I’m not going to get upset in a threesome or watching him with someone else either, but we’ll not worry about that unless we get that far.

“Then yeah it sounds hot to have more than one.”

“Another woman? Men? Both?”

That’s got him turned on. “I can just tell you about whatever I want and it is okay?”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve been saying.”

“Cool then. How about both?”

“You wouldn’t see me complaining.”

Our server comes to take away our plates.

“So, Ryland,” I say, “have you thought of something you bet people aren’t into?”

“I kind of cheated, picking something that I think it might be hot if people did, but I bet no one here does.”

Right, kid. So, probably something common enough the ISO Desk will just send someone over. “Go on,” I say.

“A woman who is breast feeding.”

I bet that’s not quite what he means. “Would it be hot to watch her feed her baby or did you mean hot to drink her milk?”

“Ugh, no I meant drinking milk. I think it would be kind of creepy to get turned on by women taking care of their babies.”

Ariel→First Front Manager: <Are there any whores in Berg’s Keep who are lactating and open to doing that with clients?>

First Front Manager: <Of course there are. Should I send Felecia over?>

Ariel: <Yes, please do. I’m not sure my client will want to try that out, but I’m trying to teach him that there is no shame in fantasies.>

“I don’t know,” I say, “if you want a big family and think it’s hot that someone is into being a mother, that could be fine. But yeah, there are other ways that could go where it might be a good idea to keep it as a fantasy in your head.”

First Front Manager: <You are on a big budget there. Do you want to reserve Felecia’s time in case he does?>

Ariel: <Sure.>

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Ryland says. “I’m not into a big family, but it would be okay if someone was.”

A woman walks up to our table. The way her skirt hugs against her body really shows off her long legs. Between that and her heels, she is hot. Her top is impressive under the blouse she is wearing. She is not as stacked as I am, but is large-chested for an ephemeral. “Greetings sir Rylander28. I am Lady Felecia. You were curious about milk?”

Ariel: <I didn’t realize we had that many nobles running around besides the princess.>

Felecia: <Many try for whore. And there are a few of us working in public brothels.>

He is tongue tied. I take pity. “I think you lose this round. I asked the desk if they had anyone, and as you can see it was an easy request. You don’t need to do anything, but you can ask her any questions.”

His eyes definitely aren’t making it up to her face. A little bit of that is because he’s embarrassed. “So, if I wanted to, how would it work?”

She guides his hand to her breast. “We’d go somewhere a bit more private, and you could suck on my tit and drink my nice warm milk. If you squeeze a bit, you can tell they are firm. That’s because they are filling up.”

He tentatively squeezes her breast. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“A little.” She winks at him. “Of course I kind of like that too.”

His hand falls to his lap as if it was burned. I grin at her. “Let’s only traumatize him a bit at a time.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ve read about stuff. It’s just different in person.”

He turns back to Lady Felecia. “So, would it just be sucking on your breasts, or could we do other stuff too?”

“You could fuck me while sucking if you liked. Or after. Or before if you don’t mind a mess.”

“Mess?”

“They’d probably leak a fair bit around when I come if you don’t suck first.”

“And would it just be me or could Ariel come too?”

“Whatever you like. The two of you could suck; I have two tits. Or she could suck your cock while you have fun.”

“And you’d be okay with that? You’d enjoy me sucking on your tits?”

Felecia: <They are adorable when they are young like that.>

She nods. “Aye, it feels good when someone’s sucking on your tits. With your baby it helps you love them. As a whore, those feelings create lust not love. Part because it feels good and part just because it is naughty.”

“Wow, I mean I know Ariel said that I could ask for whatever. But still ... this will take getting used to.”

“If you decide you want something in the next couple of hours, let me know. After that they are going to be tender enough that I’ll have to do something. But I am sure the desk could find someone else if I am not available.”

“Thanks!”

She sashays off.

“See, there are people into everything, and it’s okay.”

“I wasn’t trying that hard, but I’ll take your word for it. So it really would have been okay if I want to do that?”

“Uh huh.”

“So if I want you to do something now it would be okay to ask.”

I nod. I’m preparing for something risque, possibly even something that we will need to move for. But he asks me to come around the table and sit next to him.

I do. He places his hand on my leg.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“I like that. Higher up is also fine; I am not going to mind any more than Felecia did.”

“I’ll wait until we are more private.”

“Okay. It should be because that’s what you want, not because you feel there is anything stopping you.”

He nods. “This is nothing like what I’ve read or heard about.”

“Yes, that’s why your mom suggested it. For good and bad, you can have almost anything you want.”

“What couldn’t I have?”

“I’m not going to let you get me pregnant. Even though I’d come back, you’re not going to get off killing me. Nothing the game prohibits obviously.”

“Right, nothing I’d care about. But you were serious about the watching? And doing stuff with other people?”

“If that’s what you want. I’d recommend we spend some time together alone first though.”

“Sure. Let’s head off to a room and later see about watching.”

“I’m guessing you have thought about how you will approach pregnancy and disease out in the real world.”

“Aargh, yes. Everyone spends so much time talking about that, and they never get around to the emotional stuff.”

“Oh, I think worrying about disease or pregnancy can be emotional enough.”

“Sure, but if that’s all there was, we could just forget sex and be done with it.”

“So you want to ignore all that stuff in game?”

“Yeah.”

“Just so you know, if you’re going to care about disease in a way that involves using condoms or gloves, that’s something you are going to need to practice. It’s not easy.”

“Oh, come on what’s the big deal, once you know how to put on a condom? And what’s hard about gloves?”

I must have been this naive once too. It will be easy to show him later after he hasn’t been paying attention to where his hands and cock have been for a while. “For now don’t worry about it. Is there anything else before we head off?”

He shakes his head.

Ariel→First Front Manager: <Can we get a room in Uninhibited Liberation? He wants to watch and probably even to be watched.>

First Front manager: <I’m transferring your shift over there. Stand by for Uninhibited Desk>

Uninhibited Desk→Ariel: <We are tracking your shift and have your back. You are clear of First Front. First Front says you want a room?>

Ariel: <Yes, we do want a room with privacy, but I suspect we will be in a public space later.>

Uninhibited Desk: <Room 2 is reserved for the two of you.>

We get to the room and close the door. We’re both nervous. I wonder if I’ll ever get to a point where I don’t feel any degree of nervousness with a new lover. I hope not; even as a whore, each experience has been a little different. It’s my job to work past our nervousness.

I cock my head. “So are you going to help me out of my corset?” He gets a little lost on the way and somehow we find ourselves kissing.

“No, don’t rush it so much,” I say. “Just relax. Start out soft and tender, let your lips learn your lover.”