My alarm woke me up at 7:30 am. I forced myself to leave my bed, heading straight for the bathroom. After taking a quick shower, I was ready to go to work. Being able to wake up 30 minutes before the start of my shift was a great advantage of having my workplace across the street.
Come to think of it, I was now in a different world. I was so surprised yesterday that I hadn’t had the time to internalize everything yet. I wondered if I would stay here or just go back randomly, like what happened this time. I also wondered if people were the same, except for the strange payment culture. Not that I knew many people. I had no family and few friends. I hadn’t been in touch with those friends for a long time, so it was uncertain whether we could still be considered friends.
I arrived at the store a few minutes before eight and took over from the middle-aged woman who had the night shift. It was still the morning rush, and a few clients were inside, aiming for their first dose of coffee and simple collations for breakfast.
It was only when the first client came to the register that I remembered I would now be on the other side of the payment system. In a way, it was quite exciting, but it also made me a bit anxious.
When the first person came with their goods, a man, I tried to imitate Diana’s phrasing from the day before.
“$5.80. Will you pay by cash, card, or sex?”
‘Please don’t say sex, please don’t say sex. I’m straight, alright?’
He looked at me weirdly before chuckling.
“If I wanted to pay with sex, I’d have gone to a store with a woman clerk, young man.”
“Ah… Yes. Right.”
My tension left me. Even though I went through a lot of information yesterday, it was still a single evening. There was no way I knew about these small details. At least, it seemed sexual preferences were still mostly the same in this world.
“I’ll pay with my card.”
He paid quickly before leaving the store. The next customers were the same. I didn’t give the sex option for men, and it didn’t feel like they felt this was strange. As for women, it seemed paying with sex wasn’t that common. Maybe because most of them were in a hurry to go to work.
It was only after about 40 minutes that a woman opted for a different choice. She was in her thirties, with short black hair and black eyes.
“Sex, please.”
My heart started to beat hard as I tried to stay stoic. For the first time, I clicked on the “sex” payment option on the electronic register, and I finally saw what it did. A list of options appeared. The title of the list was ‘most cost-effective acts for this payment’. A note under it said it was something to suggest to clients who weren’t sure what to go with.
The woman only had $3.90 worth of goods. The list was simple and short. Stimulate erogenous zones. Kiss. Massage.
There was also a small notice text: ‘Don’t forget to start recording on both your and the client’s SR before starting the transaction.’
I read all of this as fast as I could before imitating Diana yet again.
“Which act do you want to go with?”
“Kiss, please.”
“A-Alright.”
She tapped on her left shoulder as she came closer. I did the same, anticipating what would come. In a very natural manner, the woman initiated things. She swiftly took my head into her hands and smooched me, her tongue entering into action immediately. I tried to be a bit more active, entangling my tongue with hers, my dick twitching in happiness inside my pants.
‘Damn. I’m kissing a random woman who wants to pay for her coffee. This is crazy.’
It still felt great, just like Diana’s kiss, but also ended just as fast. In no time, the great mouth-to-mouth I would have been fine to continue a while longer was halted due to our SRs beeping together.
The woman broke our contact and licked her lips, looking surprised.
“So fast? It felt weirdly good.”
“Well… Yes.”
I answered stupidly, not knowing what else to say. This made her laugh, putting her in a good mood.
“It didn’t feel like this was a chore. Should I buy more stuff and go for it again?”
When I glanced at it, a message saying that the payment was completed successfully was displayed on the register.
“Huh… Sure, whatever you want, ma’am.”
She smiled again before looking at her phone.
“No, I have to go anyway. Have a good day.”
“You too, ma’am.”
I looked at her back as she exited the shop, reflecting on what had happened. Once could be a coincidence, but twice felt more inevitable. The fact that the kiss felt great for me was obvious. Still…
‘Could it be that it feels better than normal for women, too? Why? Because I’m not initially from this world?’
I wasn’t sure what was going on yet. This would need more testing.
There were no more customers inside the store now, so I took a moment to check something I was curious about. Using my phone, I navigated to Lacos, the most popular website to buy recordings.
There, I tried to search for the kiss I just exchanged. It was hard, considering there were so many offers. Many were purchased, but just as many came from other transactions and payments. People could also upload their own and receive money for that if they wanted to.
Fortunately, it was possible to filter the choices. I searched for kisses only, and put the duration to the few seconds it had lasted. I immediately found it because most kisses lasted longer.
Kiss. 17 seconds. $4.29.
I counted quickly and realized they had applied a 10% margin. That was a lot. That Lacos company must be rolling in money.
Removing the filters, I saw many other kisses at the same price, but lasting much longer. In other words, they had the same ‘intensity of stimulation’, despite being several times longer.