The lovers’ bodies were plastered on each other, locking lips in a heated embrace after hours of vigorous sex.

Their mouths separated, leaving a string of saliva in their wake, while Freeta’s hair fell under Mùndò’s caresses. “Hey, babe, where did you get that incredible makeover? It drove me crazy!” he said with bated breath.

Freeta giggled, her finger stroking the tip of his nose. “I could ask the same question for you, my love, but since you asked, I went to ‘Yolanda Beauty Salon’ right after I left the therapy center. Since you linked your account to my earpiece, I took advantage of it to take care of myself a little…” she said, then leered his silhouette from top to bottom. “Guess it did the trick on your mind just as I expected, but I did not expect that you would do the same as well. You look like a—how do you guys say it? A sexy rake!” she added with a shit-eating grin across her beaming face.

Mùndò couldn’t help but uproariously laugh.

A sexy rake!

Mmmm, he’ll take that, all right!

Looks like the learning chip did wonders to her vocabulary like promised!

It indeed was worth it!

“Yeah, you’re right! And this style gave me quite a bit of money, which you’ve already spent without my permission, you smelly little spendthrift!” he said as he playfully pinched the sides of her shapely waist.

She sneered. “Yeah, right! You’re proud of my ‘investment’ which, by the way, cost fifteen percent less due to your status as a Prime Pleasurer, so thank me for saving you some hard-earned money, hee-hee-hee!” she said with a slap on that perky butt of his.

“And you had to spend it in the city’s most expensive beauty store, heh? You got bougee tastes, now, trying to shamelessly ruin me? Receive my punishment, you foolish red-pink Alturix!” Mùndò roared as he littered her with various hickeys from her erect nipples to her crimson neck sheened with warm beads of sweat.

Freeta happily moaned while her fingers sank within the curls of her Trainer’s hair. “As if you don’t! I only followed the example my Trainer set before me!” she laughed.

Tearing his focus away from her nape, he said, “And you did damn well, my love! As I’ve said before, only the best for my Alt!”

And just as he got back on the tip of her shoulder blade, a small alarm rang across his ears, jolting him out of his reverie.

He forgot that he had an hour before his next appointment!

He sighed.

As much as he wanted to cancel this appointment to spend more time with his smoking hot Alt, work bumped his road.

Thankfully, he set a timer like that to prevent these kinds of prolonged contingencies, especially the sexier ones…

Shaking his head, he said, “My love, time went so fast that I have an appointment in an hour, so I’ve gotta take a great shower to prepare myself, so I wondered if you’ll like to come with me?”

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She pouted at his request.

She just got back, preening herself for him, and after a few hours, he wanted to give her the boot?

Just because she’d once again emptied her seed reserves, doesn’t mean that she lacked the spark to keep being hanky-panky with him!

She had so much energy to spare, and she wanted to spend it on her man! “How about you cancel it and spend the evening in my arms, huh?” she said, bringing his body closer to hers.

But he put his hands on her shoulders, ending her advances. “I wish I could, but it’s our livelihood. I already set quite a few restrictions, and I don’t want to get the reputation of someone who shirks his duties for flimsy reasons, okay? But since you’re so sprightly, after our bath, why don’t I drop you off to the Meland Training Center? You know I want to participate in Alt tournaments, right? Now that you’re set, you can start to contribute to our future as well, okay, my love?” he said with a peck on her lips.

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but give a joyful smile. Her lips warming his forehead, she said, “Of course I’ve gotta train, now, babe. I’ll promise I’ll work hard for our goals to succeed; however, you gotta make sure that I get to pound you for a couple hours every day, all right? You can’t skip on my needs, and you know how big they are…”

The mùkèlako laughed. “Of course, my love, that’s a given. After all, my body craves your touch … and crotch as well. Now, how about you draw our bath while I call some goons to clean up the mess you made?”

Freeta giggled as she flicked her fingers on his chest. “And yours? Where did it go?”

“Hahaha! A Prime Pleasurer never makes a mess of anything! It’s part of their mystique!” He vaingloriously declared with a pretentious laugh.

Her snorting laughs traveled across the room, her eyes roving around while pointing the vaginal secretions mixed with her seed staining the sheets and floor.

Trying to slap away her accusing finger, she dodged and fled to the bathroom with a mocking laugh trailing behind her curves.

He informed the room service of his needs before he followed his Alt in the washing room…

*

As days went by, a routine drove its way inside their lives. His stalwart client Reci managed to occupy thirty percent of every one fifth of a cycle, granting her the highest amount of sleeping nights he could afford her to give—and she wanted more!

He relented after an intensive coaxing on her part, including but not limited to her arguments that she was his first customer—and still the highest paying one, which entitled her to more quality time with her and even some free morning sex under the bathtub.

Unfortunately for her—but the delight of his other customers—, he soon made it his regular service for every person who booked his sleeping appointment, increasing and broadening his clientele who slavered for a cheap “boyfriend” experience on a usually voyeuristic institution.

Freeta, too got her routine, which made her rise at around the same time her Trainer did—namely a little over 12:00—and after Mùndò took care of his last customer around an hour or more, she would fuck him for five hours straight after eating a tonic brunch with him, then clean up and go hone her battle instincts at the training facilities from around 18:30 till a little over four in the morning, resting inside his body-and he picking up the earpiece she dropped in her wake—between his last break before his sleeping appointment.

It was a good life for her, filled with great food, purposeful training, and lots of steamy sex.

Nowadays, she knew that she could get by with a little over two hours of joytime, but what could she say?

She was a greedy little Alt and she knew it.

So why couldn’t she enjoy much more when her Trainer didn’t know any better?

He’ll never get to know any better, because any better for her would be six hours instead of five, so as far as she was concerned, she was doing him a favor, so he could spend whatever hour or two he had left before his appointments to shape his flesh.

Who told him to add more than an hour of free service to his clients, washing and sex included?

Not her, so she would never sacrifice a single minute of her sacred hanky-panky time for his training time, despite the few times he hinted at it!

She remembered how she pounded him stat for seven hours before these inappropriate remarks never resurfaced.

She had to hold him to his tenet of absolute priority for her great self before anything else!