Page 3 of I'm Not Your Pet

Which was…a relief, to say the least—considering where the night was sure to end.

Pink-guy was humanoid, like I’d hoped. Bipedal, with a man-shaped frame—giant pillowy pecs and a musculature that if Isquinted,wasn’t all that different from a human male. His bellywas thick, as was everything about him. And luckily for me, he even had an “acceptable” number of thumbs and heads.

Which apparently was a standard of mine now.

That was where the similarities to my species ended, however.

As he stood there, right in front of the door, observing me, I shivered.

Just how goddamntallwas he?

At least seven feet. No—fuck, maybe eight? Nine.Definitelynine.

Easily one of the largest aliens I’d encountered.

And the teeth. He had to have athousandof them. Which made sense, considering his head was the size and shape of a shark’s. Maybe a great white? That was the closest comparison I could think of.

Hello, Bruce. Humans are friends, not food.

When he finally moved it was at a glacial pace.

Like, painfully slow.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was worried he would frighten me if he moved too fast. Which…if that was true…I genuinely appreciated it, because holyfuck. This was just—wow. Giant shark-man. Giant muscle-y pink shark-man.

And I was going to touch his dick.

Oh my god.

I stumbled back a little, trying not to look as nervous as I felt as my cock perked up and my bare back touched the outer shell of the room.

Slowly, carefully, he took his seat on the bench that ran along the edge of the circular room.

The lights were flickering, pink, blue, and yellow. His spots, because he hadspots, were gray at first. Which meant because they had no color of their own, they took on whatever shade the lights shifted to as he sat still, big thighs spread, and waited.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to just…you know, dive in? Or if I was expected to dance like usual. Erring on the side of caution, I began to move. The shark-man’s pale blue eyes flickered over me as I swiveled my hips to the beat. I couldn’t make sense of the expression on his face. He was hard to read. But his spots were changing color on their own now—so that had to be a good thing right?

Pink, red, pink, gray. Pink, gray, red.

After three years of doing this for hours every day, it was safe to say that I’d gotten so used to dancing that it was second nature now. I hardly had to think about it as I bent over and shook my ass, other than to make sure my hips were tilted at the right angle to flash him the full curve of my scrawny butt.

Curiously, I tried to peek at the bulge between his legs to see if my display was working. And also because I figured if I was going to be sucking him off, I should get an idea of what I’d be touching, right?

One glance was all it took to confirm that shark-man was packingfor sure.A thick bulge sat between his massive thighs cupped tight by his trousers. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. But I tried not to get nervous—even though that was a moot point. I couldn’t fail at this. I couldn’t. I was actually kinda excited, dammit. I mean…he was hot, right? If you were open to that sorta thing.

When I reached back to frame my ass hegrowled.

That was a good thing, right?

Growling?

I don’t know.

He was harder to read than my other clients. And he was staring, not necessarily like he wanted to shove me onto his dick—but more like…he found me as fascinating as I found him. When our eyes met, something in his gaze called to the darkest,loneliest parts of me. It was odd. I’d done this hundreds of times but never…never likethis.

Never for someone who looked at me like he was actuallyseeingme.

Like I was a person, not a body.

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