A Wednesday Workday
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charisstomaTitle: A Wednesday Workday
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: mee_eep’s challenge. Pleasures Coffee House ‘verse
Prompt pairing: 9. Necromancer + 103. Eunuch
Rating: G
Pairing: slash
Word count: 521
Warning: suggestive language
Summary: Lustful Liaisons in the business of choosing the right person for the right *coughs* individual. But Wednesdays are so dead.
Lustful Liaisons was dead on a lazy Wednesday afternoon and Ken was bemoaning that he was lowest apprentice in attendance at the agency. Everyone else had gone to the coffee house down the street for the coffee, tasty treats, and new sex toy product presentation. The Master had pulled his Dick out and carted the blushing man along with him, evilly chuckling along the way. Dick hadn’t quite recovered from last week’s Pleasures presentation, though if it was from the public presentation at the coffee house or the private one in Kain’s bedroom was still being debated during slow hours on various work days. Dick, when they got back, had sounded very appreciative of the Master’s product application judging by the increased vocabulary of the agency staff.
Idly, flicking through the ‘to do’ files, Ken pulled out a particularly challenging client‘s folder, a hold-over from past times. If he could do anything for someone this would be the client, he was so dispirited. But even a djinn had limits to what could be accomplished by magic and that didn’t include the ability to bring back a eunuch’s balls.
Aleji, had been old at 18 to be made a eunuch. A late bloomer who’s skin never left off the softness of childhood over the finely defined muscles of later youth. He probably could have died a pampered slave in someone’s harem if he hadn’t accidentally walked into that time warp created by the fledgling sorcerer. Now he’d come to them for someway to fit into today’s sexual scene since positions for eunuchs weren’t what they use to be. Getting him back his balls was kind of a dead issue.
Marti’s FAX machine let out a bleep. Ken spat out a frustrated curse recently learned courtesy of the Master’s Dick. Marti wasn’t with the group down at the coffee house. He’d disappeared yesterday with a new client, not one of the more auspicious pairings the agency had put together. Marti had just been too sexually enthusiastic for that match to come out well. The client seemed the type to want to be the one to bring about the liveliness in his companion, he needed a quiet biddable submissive.
As if on cue to his container, Marti and his Necromancer client stormed into the room. Neither seemed pleased with the other. The Necromancer stomped over to Ken’s desk already in a tirade of ‘if he didn’t get satisfaction he was fit to raise the dead and if they weren’t dead he’d kill them first.’ The hot cascade of vitriol stopped mid-bluster as the pretty little eunuch’s picture slipped out of it’s folder to land at his feet. Ken could put two and two together and levitate a picture or two as an attention getting device. Who better to elevate a defunct sex drive and maybe rectify a lack of balls then someone who was trained to raise the dead back to life.
Ken handed over the information sheet on Aleji and at the pleased smiling nod picked up the phone to call their other client. There were some days when things just worked out.
Container: FAX machine
17
Author: charisstoma
Fandom: mee_eep’s challenge. Pleasures Coffee House ‘verse
Prompt pairing: 9. Necromancer + 103. Eunuch
Rating: G
Pairing: slash
Word count: 521
Warning: suggestive language
Summary: Lustful Liaisons in the business of choosing the right person for the right *coughs* individual. But Wednesdays are so dead.
Lustful Liaisons was dead on a lazy Wednesday afternoon and Ken was bemoaning that he was lowest apprentice in attendance at the agency. Everyone else had gone to the coffee house down the street for the coffee, tasty treats, and new sex toy product presentation. The Master had pulled his Dick out and carted the blushing man along with him, evilly chuckling along the way. Dick hadn’t quite recovered from last week’s Pleasures presentation, though if it was from the public presentation at the coffee house or the private one in Kain’s bedroom was still being debated during slow hours on various work days. Dick, when they got back, had sounded very appreciative of the Master’s product application judging by the increased vocabulary of the agency staff.
Idly, flicking through the ‘to do’ files, Ken pulled out a particularly challenging client‘s folder, a hold-over from past times. If he could do anything for someone this would be the client, he was so dispirited. But even a djinn had limits to what could be accomplished by magic and that didn’t include the ability to bring back a eunuch’s balls.
Aleji, had been old at 18 to be made a eunuch. A late bloomer who’s skin never left off the softness of childhood over the finely defined muscles of later youth. He probably could have died a pampered slave in someone’s harem if he hadn’t accidentally walked into that time warp created by the fledgling sorcerer. Now he’d come to them for someway to fit into today’s sexual scene since positions for eunuchs weren’t what they use to be. Getting him back his balls was kind of a dead issue.
Marti’s FAX machine let out a bleep. Ken spat out a frustrated curse recently learned courtesy of the Master’s Dick. Marti wasn’t with the group down at the coffee house. He’d disappeared yesterday with a new client, not one of the more auspicious pairings the agency had put together. Marti had just been too sexually enthusiastic for that match to come out well. The client seemed the type to want to be the one to bring about the liveliness in his companion, he needed a quiet biddable submissive.
As if on cue to his container, Marti and his Necromancer client stormed into the room. Neither seemed pleased with the other. The Necromancer stomped over to Ken’s desk already in a tirade of ‘if he didn’t get satisfaction he was fit to raise the dead and if they weren’t dead he’d kill them first.’ The hot cascade of vitriol stopped mid-bluster as the pretty little eunuch’s picture slipped out of it’s folder to land at his feet. Ken could put two and two together and levitate a picture or two as an attention getting device. Who better to elevate a defunct sex drive and maybe rectify a lack of balls then someone who was trained to raise the dead back to life.
Ken handed over the information sheet on Aleji and at the pleased smiling nod picked up the phone to call their other client. There were some days when things just worked out.
Container: FAX machine
17
