\u201cYou’re worried, Sasha.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sasha Devar blinked down at the woman under his hands. She had her chin on her arms and her eyes closed; until that moment, there’d been little indication that she was paying him much mind beyond the massage he was giving her. Which he did not permit himself to interrupt for more than an instant; hands still at work, he responded with a noncommittal, \u201cPardon, ma’am?\u201d He was being paid, and paid well, to make her comfortable. Among other things which would come later, of course \u2013 the lapis lazuli twinkling on the rim of his right ear, in its silver setting, was not an idle decoration \u2013 but in any event, his<\/em> worries weren’t on the agenda, and he thought<\/em> he’d been keeping them at bay…<\/p>\n Adriana laughed, lifting her head slightly to peer back at him. \u201cOh, you’re good,<\/em> Sasha. If I hadn’t been seeing you as often as I have…\u201d which was monthly, without fail, for three years, \u201c…I doubt I’d have noticed it. But you’ve been ever so slightly… different. Tense. As good a worker as ever, but I can see the cues.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt’s nothing I should be troubling you with, ma’am. I’m sorry.\u201d Hands sweeping along her sides, he leaned down to nuzzle at an ear.<\/p>\n It flicked lightly against his snout. \u201cLet me guess, Sasha. You’re concerned about this thing the doctors are all pushing.\u201d<\/p>\n Sasha very carefully kept a grimace from his face. If Adriana wanted to talk about such matters, that was her prerogative, and having a chance to get a few things off his chest might not be unwelcome; but he didn’t want to infect her with a poor mood. \u201cI’m sure it’s been on all our minds,\u201d he admitted. \u201cA few minutes to see a doctor with a syringe, instead of an hour or more to find a man for hire? I’m sure there are women who’d find that an appealing alternative.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd when you’re three years into a ten-year indenture, you don’t want to be made redundant.\u201d<\/p>\n Again Sasha blinked. He’d never discussed his contract terms with any<\/em> of his clients…<\/p>\n \u201cI practise law,\u201d Adriana reminded him. \u201cI’ve seen enough of those contracts to know what’s typical.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI would think it’s a sound concern,\u201d he said slowly, reaching over for a scented cloth and running it lightly along her fur.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is. And perhaps this treatment will spread, and perhaps fewer men like you will be hired. But I don’t think any of you currently serving need worry about running out of business entirely.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’ll take that as quite reassuring, ma’am,\u201d he said with a smile, giving the cloth a few more swipes. \u201cBut if I may ask, why…?\u201d<\/p>\n She cut him off with a raised finger, and turned over.<\/p>\n Like many of his clients, Adriana preferred that he be unclad while he worked; as being in contact with a woman on heat tended to leave him quite aroused, and as that would be uncomfortable to keep stuffed in his trousers, he was glad to comply. It was that arousal that she wrapped her hand around now, giving it a firm squeeze.<\/p>\n \u201cThis,\u201d she purred, \u201cis much more pleasant than a needle.\u201d<\/p>\n He grinned down at her \u2013 an honest, eager grin \u2013 and moved to put it to use.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Some years after Edmond Larson’s adventure, the science of medicine uncovers alternate solutions to the problems he was trained to address.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[51],"tags":[84,16,28],"class_list":["post-286","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-courtesans-war","tag-flash","tag-mf","tag-mature"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/286","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=286"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/286\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=286"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=286"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/furry-tales.net\/shurhaian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=286"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}