The Dream House Of Ill Repute
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Part 01 of The Midnight Lady collection.
Aniyah gave a well-practiced smile and wink at the client who was appearing in the waiting room. Designed to be both welcoming, flirty, and suggestive at the same time, she had perfected the technique after hours of mirror work. She was lucky; the ability to work with mirrors in the dream space was rare, and thus she was highly prized within establishments such as this.
He was a young man, or at least his avatar presented itself as one. Once he was corporal, she gave him the standard greeting that Mayama had instructed her to give, “Welcome to the Oneironausium, where your dreams literally come to life. You can call me Midnight. I will be your guide. Is this your first time visiting us?”
The client was silent, mouth agape. His eyes darted around the room, scanning the many doorways on the walls and briefly across the contract on the table in front of them. They settled upon the wealth of skin that Aniyah had chosen to show through her corset. Tight, lacy, and revealing, the piece clung to her body perfectly. Like the room around them, her lingerie was an illusion. A manifestation of imagination made real through Lucidity. But the real masterpiece of her current avatar was the skin itself. It was a favourite of her regulars and was the origin of her working name.
Aniyah smiled wide and flared the hundreds of stars that were dotted across her body. The client stared as they moved and flowed. He watched stars and planets appear and disappear from her thighs. He watched the creation and destruction of entire solar systems playing out upon her breasts.
A newbie for sure. Sven will be more than capable of managing this Trick on his own. If he lasts long enough to get into his room that is.
Whilst the Sven and the others were far better at manipulating the dream space than Aniyah, she was a master of manipulating her form. She could turn herself into almost anything, limited only by imagination and practice. Perfect for the high value clients who demanded complete immersion, the ones whose patronage literally kept the place stable and operational. Aniyah became whatever the client wanted, or whatever she intuited that they wanted her to become. When she paired up with Stven or another dream space manipulator, the illusion was complete. Any and every fantasy became reality.
Aniyah slowly walked closer to the client, allowing the show on her skin to come to a climax of intergalactic calamity. By the time the comets hit home, she was standing directly in front of him. After a long while the client managed to speak, “Wow. That was exceptional. I have never seen such destruction … Such beauty.”
With deft proficiency, she reached out and flared a drop of pleasure through her hand and into his shoulder. She did this by recalling her own pleasure, drawing it from its origin, storing it up and transmitting it through a localised point. In this case, her hand. The more she drew upon, the more intense the client’s reaction.
At Aniyah’s touch, the client gave a slight gasp, appearing to get a weak at the knees. Aniyah smiled and quickly laid out the terms of their agreement.
This won’t be a hard sell. Mayama will be pleased.
“We operate on a double plus time system. For every minute of dream time spent on the premises, we will take double that time in payment, plus extra time for our more unique services.”
Aniyah touched the client again, slowly moving her finger down his neck. Most new clients didn’t need much prompting beyond the first instance, so there was no point wasting her pleasure stores this early in the night. When the client’s appreciation became visible, Aniyah cocked her head questioningly. The client simply nodded his agreement.
He wouldn’t be dreaming again for a week.
“Will … Will you be joining me?” he stammered.
Aniyah smiled, “Of course”.
No, but you won’t know the difference.
The client leaned in and made a move to touch Aniyah. She of course was expecting this. Once costs were discussed and agreed upon, clients always so eager to begin right away. She gently raised a finger and placed it upon his lips, freezing him in place, “Shhhh. Don’t be so hasty, there are yet some decisions to be made. Besides, we are in a public space, not well suited to playing.”
Aniyah led the client over to a series of doors that lined the closest wall, gesturing to the viewing windows that showed the scenes within, “This wall contains your more vanilla play. Anything you can do in real life; you can do here. We have arranged the doors according to popularity, but we can shuffle them around based on personal preference or we can build you your own room.”
“Anything? I have some… scenarios that I would like to explore that aren’t generally accepted in certain circles.”
Aniyah smiled, “Anything and everything you could dream of doing whilst awake, you can do here. No consequences or no ramifications, moral or legal. Take some time and choose wisely. Remember, your time begins the moment you step through.”
The client audibly swallowed, “What about the other walls?”
Aniyah gestured towards a second wall, “This wall is like the first, but you are free to change your dream avatar at will. Become someone new. Alter your skin colour, your size, strength, or gender. Switch roles throughout and see what it is like to play with yourself. Alternatively, you could choose to sit back and watch the play happening from above, below, or inside of the action. Feeling it all of course.”
The client swallowed again and slowly nodded, “Of course.”
“It’s a popular choice for dreamers who want to explore different aspects of play, who also don’t yet have mastery over avatar manipulation.”
Aniyah motioned to the third wall, “This wall extends upon the options from the second to incorporate all non-human forms of play. Your avatar will become whatever creature you desire, real or mythical. You will enter a dream scape specifically crafted for your role playing.”
The client peeked through the window of the first door, watching the scene within. A lady flew in the air, propelled along by majestic white wings attached to her shoulders. She shone, her skin was radiant, and her shape was pure. Other than the wings, and the hair on her head, she was bare. Alongside her flew a giant crimson dragon, its scales reflecting the image of her body. They danced in the sky, coming together and pushing away in an aerial display of passion.
Whilst flaring a small combination of pleasure combined with heat and wind, Aniyah reached down and touched the man gently, “It is a curious sensation that one. Completely alien to the human senses, in there it just works. The best part is that the memories linger. Interspecies connections always do.” She paused, then added, “Of course, the complexity is such that we will require additional payment, but I have never yet met anyone who wasn’t totally satisfied with the experience.”
The client looked down the options on the third wall, and shook his head, “I’m looking for something more … more…” He cut himself short.
Ah, one of those. Perhaps I will be needed in there after all.
“Are you after something … Darker?”
Briefly the clients face matched the colour of the dragon. He didn’t say a word, but simply nodded and looked towards the viewing windows. Then the client smiled, his excitement visibly growing. Aniyah led him to the fourth wall, gesturing towards the looking windows.
The client licked his lips and lent forward, “Yes. This is it. This is exactly what I want.”
Mayama will be pleased. This guy won’t be dreaming for a year.
“The scenarios on this wall are different from the first three. All our scenarios feel real of course, but in there,” Aniyah pointed to the closest door on the fourth wall, “In there it will be real. Until you exit the dream space, you will have no recollection of this conversation. No concept of your current life. No clue that you are dreaming. It will end only when you die inside of the dream. Upon waking, you will recall all that transpired as if it happened to you, because it did happen to you.”
“So, I could play in there?” The client asked, motioning to the nearest window.
“Of course. Would you like to see some more options first?”
“No no … This … will suffice,” He paused, licked his lips again, and added “I look forward to meeting you on the inside, although I suppose I won’t recognise you right?”
You won’t recognise Stven either.
Aniyah had long since learnt not to mention the presence of a second or third guide. Men, or those with male avatars at least, typically baulked at the possibility of other males witnessing them in the throes of ecstasy. Not that it mattered. Not here at least. “Other than yourself, I will be every other character you interact with, along with the entire scene and dream space itself.”
“So I will still be entering you then. In a fashion.” He said this more as a statement than a question. Aniyah nodded and gave another well practiced smile.
Creep. The jokes on him. Stven will have a field day with this one.
“Are you ready?”
The client pushed his way through the door and into the dream space. Through the viewing window, Aniyah saw the client’s avatar take the form of military grunt, trudging through a field of rice paddies. In the distance she could see fire engulfing a collection of small huts. There was blood everywhere.
The client was smiling.
‘The Dream House Of Ill Repute’ is part the Lucidity Saga and is also featured in KINK - Out now: eBook, Paperback & Audible
