Someone wanted a Space Port fic
Sep. 17th, 2016 02:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charisstoma
Meep asked for a Space Port story. Dub-con because of the nature of the business Braden works in.
Title: Those Meant to be Together
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 1362
Braden had been in the city for awhile but the view never lost its impact, the projecting towers reaching for space even though they never left the ground. He’d heard the talk. The towers weren’t space ships but they were the entrance to space, the Space Port of the city. Some magic within them transported people and things out to ships that alternated in their attendance in orbit.
He shook himself, if he wasn’t quick about it he’d be late to work. It wasn’t much, behind the scenes oiling the gears that kept the visible entertainment running smoothly, but it kept him fed and gave him a bed each evening. He could live inside the large building without ever going outside; for there were shops for clothing, places to keep you coiffed to reflect well on the business, and most importantly medical care. It did not speak well of the company if anyone, patrons came into contact with or could come into contact with, did not project a clean, neat and medically healthy image, as well as being so in fact. So it wasn’t necessary at all for Braden to be outside the building, it wasn’t forbidden though. And so it was that he stood outside to gaze at the Space Port as dawn rose behind it.
Lines crossed the sky, path evidence of lighter ships ferrying people above the ground traffic to or from the towers. The evening view would be as impressive, as the starlight fought to overtake the day’s light. It never quite succeeded. Too many other lights to compete against, for a space port city never really shut its eyes.
“Hello.”
From the clothing and odd green cast to the person’s skin and clothing, he could only be one of ‘the visitors’ to Braden’s business owners, one of the patrons probably for he didn’t look like he was of a position of sales.
“Can I help you sir?” slipped out of Braden’s mouth without even a thought. It was the standard response to ‘a visitor’.
“Indeed. Am I correct in assuming that you are one of the providers of pleasure here at this building?”
“I’m not a pleasure provider, sir. My position is not um, I see to the environmental conditions to ensure that visitors are pleased with all aspects of their stay.”
“But if I chose you as my pleasure provider, you would become that person?”
“Sir, I’m not trained to that aspect of service. The managers would not provide less than the best to their visitors.”
“And yet they would make any adjustments if it is asked of them…?”
Not quite fear tickled lightly over Braden’s skin. There could be repercussions if this happened; if he allowed it, and if he didn’t.
“Sir, really, I’m not in any way of the proper standard to act as a pleasure provider. I’m inexperienced.”
“Never? You’ve not even observed how the pleasure providers provide …”
“Never, sir.” Braden baldly replied, “I’ve duties that do not entail interference in areas of the business that are that of the pleasure providers.”
“Surely you know how to make yourself feel good, hand’s on techniques shall we say or perhaps with someone else.”
His face was heating, he could feel it. “No, sir.”
“What is your name?”
This was one time when Braden was glad he’d ducked outside to look at the towers without his shirt on. His work attire would have had his name discretely and artistically emblazoned near his shoulder.
“Elspat.” The visitor could make of it whatever he wanted, even a swearing word, which really Braden was feeling like doing right now. The visitor was being too determinedly inquisitive.
“Elspat?” the visitor smiled turning Braden towards one of the building’s entrances. “Come, I will make arrangements with your management. I’ve a feeling that your employment possibilities are about to change.”
Clarence was at the desk, undoubtedly in wait for Braden to catch him late. Braden had never done anything to Clarence, never made himself a problem. He was not sure why Clarence had the attitude he did towards him.
“I understand that this individual is one of your business workers.”
“Yes sir, he is. Whatever he’s done to reflect less than well on our establishment, he will be reprimanded or worse.” With a jerk of his head to Braden, Clarence said, “You will present yourself to my rooms immediately. Steven will perform your duties while I’m addressing your actions.”
“Oh no, that is not what I want at all. I wish to try him out.”
The expression on Clarence’s face was stupefied, “Sir? Try him out? He’s not a pleasure provider. He’d be less than adequate to your needs.” A frown had followed, “has he presented himself as such?”
“Quite the opposite,” was laughed. “He was most intent on expressing his lack of experience to the experience. That is why I wish to try him out.”
The spark behind Clarence’s eyes flared and Braden felt it as he realized why Clarence was always seeming to be around monitoring his actions. Clarence wanted into his ass. Braden was under educated in certain areas but his mother had raised him to be careful, before she sent him off into the larger world.
“I’m sorry sir. The proprietors would discharge me if I should do anything of the sort. We provide only the best.” Clarence had smoothly replied.
‘Ha. Clarence was the grandson of one of the proprietors. They’d discharge him from his availing himself with one of the pleasure providers for free, only after a long lecture on proper conduct and interaction with the visitors,’ was Braden’s thought.
“Hmm.”
Braden was getting tired of being the focus of attention as The Visitor assessed him.
“How would you like a change of employment for one that included seeing other worlds’ and meeting the people there?” was directed at Braden.
“Excuse me?” There was an echo in the atria as Clarence and Braden both asked.
“I’m proposing buying your services for long term employment. I intend to educate you. Your future education will be varied and of wide scope and,” his eyebrows if you could call them that wiggled, “quite pleasurable. I will need your agreement before we can leave and I mean to stay until you do.”
Between Clarence and the Visitor, either way he was going to get screwed. Clarence may or may not make it pleasurable, Braden had seen some of the pleasure providers immediately after some of Clarence’s visits and, discretely out of other Visitors sight, helped them to the medical center for care.
“What assurances do I have of my future being healthy and pleasurable?”
“You aren’t really thinking of…”
“Only my word, poor recommendation though that might be. This is an apprentice partnership that’s being offered.”
“And termination of my service will have what repercussions, if we don’t deal well together?”
“Really Braden, you can’t be considering…!”
“My family doesn’t believe in partnership failure. We’d undoubtedly be given counseling. Our basic and early education teaches us how to recognize a good partner.”
“Huh, what about if I wanted to raise a family sometime in the future. How would I find a viable person that I could do that with?"
There was a playful grin, “That will not be a problem. We are quite compatible.”
Braden blinked, Clarence’s words were a buzzing in the background. ‘Oh.’ And blinked again, before running his eyes over His Visitor.
“Okay. Yes.”
Clarence’s voice was somewhere loud in the background as they walked towards one of the parked small shuttles used by persons from the Space Port.
“What do I call you sir?”
“You’ll think of a name for me the first time I send you figuratively into orbit. ‘God,’ by the way is not an option, neither is 'YES, YES'. Some of my immediate family have already been given those. Initially, you might want to call me John, 'Elspat',” he paused as Braden spluttered and broke into another of those grins. “It was kind of amusing when you chose my name, when I asked you yours.” He shrugged, “to be expected though, since things like that happen quite often between ‘those meant to be together’.”
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Date: 2016-09-18 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-19 01:51 pm (UTC)I am about to post the bandage as diaper fic IF the students will stop making me do my job.
Bath Time (http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/1155811.html)
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Date: 2016-09-19 03:55 pm (UTC)Already found it *GRIN*