I glanced at the time and hurriedly stuffed pizza in my mouth. Only a few minutes left until I started work, and I wasn’t finished eating yet; I didn’t want my stomach distracting me by growling at the wrong moment. It was always best to enter VR with a full belly and an empty bladder.
After a quick trip to the bathroom, I slid into my comfortable recliner, popped up the leg rest, and rocked back to the point where I was almost prone. An ice-cold Mountain Dew went into the cup holder. A freshly-rolled joint and lighter waited for me in the ashtray on the table to my right.
Slipping on the visor and haptic gloves, I signed into the private room I’d created for just such encounters. A client asked for an appointment, then I sent him an encrypted email with the day, time, and password. If that client didn’t transfer the correct number of credits to my account at least ten minutes before our meeting, I changed the password to lock him out. No one had ever disappointed me by not paying on time.
My client logged in and his snazzy, attractive avatar appeared at the top of the stairs. His name floated above him: Jonny8. “Come in,” I said in sultry tones. In real life, I was in my mid-thirties, on the short side, and about twenty pounds overweight. My avatar looked any way I wanted it to. I changed its appearance to meet my clients’ needs. That day I was male, young and slender and fit, and had a full head of thick wavy hair. I always gave them what they wanted, and that’s why they kept coming back.
Jonny8 smiled. “Nice touch, greeting me naked.”
I was standing in a shallow pool of water in the center of a room I’d decked out in palm trees and a white-sand beach. ‘Gators liked fresh water, but I knew he wouldn’t know the difference. He’d been here before. He liked unusual, but he was easy to please.
Jonny8 stripped off his expensive clothes and tossed them aside negligently before strolling down to the water’s edge. He was already sporting an impressive semi, and I grinned in appreciation. His cock was beautiful, but why wouldn’t it be? In the VR world, beauty reigned.
Shifting in my recliner, I grabbed my dick. In the special room, my avatar mirrored my move. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready all day.”
I opened the cage door, and the alligator strode out, looking mean and dangerous. I gracefully straddled its back, wrapped a hand around it’s snout to keep him from biting, and lifted him between my legs. Gazing at Jonny8 from under lowered eyelashes, I whispered seductively, “Let’s get started.”
Time to pretend to fuck the ‘gator.
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