As the express
hydrolift rose swiftly and silently toward the luxury suite level of the hotel,
Brea regarded the reflection that stared back from a full-length mirror on the
rear wall of the lift.
blonde hair, framing the face. Check. Wide-spaced blue
eyes, a strong, upturned nose, lips with a naughty pout, a determined but
diminutive chin. Check. Filmy metallic-gold dress, barely covering
ample, upright breasts, small waist, hips with lots of curve. Check. Petite
feet encased in gold spike heels. Check.
Always meet the client’s expectations exactly.
The lift slowed,
stopped, opened on the top floor. Across an expanse of dark blue carpet, a
decorative young woman, though by no means in Brea’s class, sat behind the
concierge desk. To the rear of the desk and on either side, short halls led to
each of the three executive suites. At her left, tall windows revealed a broad
expanse of the spaceport, bustling with activity as ships either prepared for
launch or disgorged passengers and cargo. Centered on the field, a blunt,
bulbous jumpship lifted on a tail of flame, bound for the solar system rim, where
the jump drive could freely operate. The windows shuddered as the thunder of
the engines reached the hotel.
Behind the desk, the
walls were a pale robin’s egg hue. A calming color, designed to reduce the
stress of the busy CEO or influential politician.
Approaching the desk,
Brea noted the young woman’s wide-eyed appraisal. The silence was about to
become uncomfortable when she cleared her throat and said, “May I help you?”
Always be polite. It costs nothing and always engenders
Brea smiled. “I have
an appointment with Mr. Carson.”
The young woman
scanned a display screen. “Ms. Breuh?”
concierge entered a code, pressed a button. “And your
Brea increased the
wattage of her smile. “I’m a therapist.”
The woman frowned, then the light dawned. “Ah.” Some hotel employees, and the
occasional concierge, might act condescending or superior on learning Brea’s
profession. This one simply smiled, the look in her eyes showing that they
shared a secret. In addition, there was the tiniest bit of desire behind the
smile. She indicated the passage to her right. “Suite one.”
“Thank you for your
attention.” Aware of the following eyes, Brea walked with an exaggerated hip
roll to the suite door. Would the young woman catch the double meaning of her
Take time to cultivate potential clients.
Carson opened his
door instantly. Somewhat taller than Brea, his face a bit florid, his body
still stood erect, stocky but not paunchy. Into middle age,
but still not bad looking. Seeing Brea’s face, his breath caught.
After a frozen
moment, he retreated into the room. Brea entered, closed the door. He was still
speechless, lost in Brea’s smile.
As usual, research
had been extensive. Brea knew the client, although they had never met. Knew his habits, his desires, his longings. His first name
Brea approached him
until they were face to face. His glance took in the barely-concealed form, the
angel face. Putting a hand out, he touched long blond tresses, caressing the
soft skin of Brea’s shoulder.
For a moment, he
simply stared at her. Finally, Brea leaned in, brushed lips against his cheek.
“It’s okay to touch me. I am yours for the evening.” The client brought their
lips together, drawing them closer, his breath quickening.
After a moment, Brea
began to loosen his belt. “Why don’t you remove all those clothes and let’s sit
on the bed?”
Exiting the room near
dawn, Brea left the client exhausted and asleep. A quick check via personal
mobile showed the payment already credited, plus a tip more than twice the fee.
The size of the tip shows the level of satisfaction.
At the concierge
station, the same young woman still occupied the desk, looking weary. She
glanced up and inhaled sharply.
session is complete?”
Brea smiled. “Yes,
Mr. Carson is fast asleep. The therapy was a success.”
The concierge smiled
timidly. “I’m sure you are always successful.” She hesitated, sucked in a
breath, as though afraid to say something. She looked up, her face an agony of
“Go ahead,” Brea
“It’s just,” the
woman blurted, “I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you in my life.”
Which hasn’t been so long, thought Brea. Aloud, “What a nice compliment.”
“The thing is,” the
young woman rushed on, “I’ll probably never see you again.”
“Oh, I’m here from
time to time.”
“Yes, but even if I
do see you, I’ll always think about this first time. Would you, that is, could
I have... a kiss?”
Free samples are often a good investment.
Without a word, Brea
leaned forward. The concierge lifted her head, and their open lips touched,
After a long moment,
Brea turned and moved toward the elevator. The young woman’s face held a
worshipful expression. Striding onto the lift, Brea turned, smiled, and blew
her a kiss.
In the hotel room,
Brea slipped off the dress, stood examining his naked form, smiling. Moving to
the computing unit on the desk, he activated it, pulled up the current
The next client was a
jumpship tycoon, Rezzed, who would be checking in this evening. A prestigious client, and scheduled half a hydra cycle ago. Quite a coup, even for him. Summoning his comm list, Brea
selected Mazl and pressed the call button.
After maybe a dozen
rings, a click was followed by a raspy voice. “First chance I get in weeks for
a good night’s sleep and... Brea?” The display lightened and a cockroach-like
head appeared. After a moment, its mandibles began to vibrate, then opened wide, a sign of pleasure.
“Hey, Mazl,” Brea
grinned at the image. “How’s it hangin’?”
“Good, good. Just got
done with the client; trying to catch a couple hours downtime.”
Brea smiled. “Sorry
to interrupt your rest. How’d that go? I didn’t think the Ba’rx’hnn went in for
“Not usually. I was a
stand-in for the prime patriarch. You know how they got those extended
“He died last year.
They have some rite every few cycles and she wanted to have him there, like he
was still alive. She’s very sentimental. Sent me tri-vids,
bought a full week of service. I had time to perfect his look. She was
real pleased; got a hell of a bonus.”
“Good for you. You
still got tonight reserved, right?”
Absolutely! Who’s the customer?”
client, worth a zillion.”
“What is it, some
sort of three-way?”
“Naw, he’s Zaeran.
They’re trisexual, remember? He’s an alpha male. I got the female covered, I need you as the beta male.”
“Gotcha. No problemo. You got
them to you last evening. Check your mail.”
swiveled toward the upper corner of the screen, then
returned to Brea. “Got it. I’ll catch a little more
rest, then start the conversion.”
Brea gave him a thumbs up. “Pay attention to his preferences list. He
likes a little one-on-one with his beta.”
That’s an extra, right?”
He didn’t even argue.”
“Hey, how come I
never get to be the female?”
I’m better at it.”
Hey, want to catch dinner tonight?”
Brea scowled. “No, I
hate the restaurant in this place. Besides, the client promised refreshments,
and he ought to be able to afford gold-plated appetizers.”
I’ll come by your room.”
“Meet me here at
second ten. We’re under contract till noon tomorrow.”
another night without sleep.”
“You can catch up
next week, Mazl. This is a big payoff, and a nice tip
if he’s pleased.”
The roach-head eyed him. “Tell me something, Brea. I’ve
known you two thirds of your life, maybe twenty hydra-cycles. You’ve been top
of the heap for at least ten, raking in twice as much as anybody else in the
business. You’re fixed for life—hey, you’ve helped me get fixed for life. Ever think about just chucking it all and
Brea stared at the screen, surprised. He shrugged. “Not
really. You know, our family’s been in the business since my grandparents
started it. Mom was one of the best, the first to be popular in several
systems. She loved what she did. ‘Making people feel good,’ she told me, ‘is a
good way to make a living.’ The thought just hasn’t come up.”
“I seem to remember your mom retiring.”
“Yeah, but not that long ago. She got me started, helped me get established. Encouraged me. She always had these ‘words for the wise.’ Things
to do to make sure the client got the best experience possible, to be a success
in your job. She had a great attitude. For instance, her mantra was, ‘Always do
what you like and you’ll never have to go to work.’ She always had a saying
like that handy.”
like a smart old broad.”
“Yeah, yeah, she is.”
spread again, showing humor, then vibrated up and
down, a farewell sign. “See you later.” The screen darkened.
approached the mirror again. The female human form had always been one of his
favorites, with its soft, symmetrical breasts, flat stomach, and gently curving
hips. Today’s creation had surely been his best work. The Change was already
starting, however, breasts deflating, six vestigial arms becoming visible, the
mating hooks starting to grow at his shoulders and hips. He had studied the
background information and knew exactly what was required. The client would
certainly hate to see him leave tomorrow.
Always leave ‘em wanting more.