Page 5 of Invade Me

So, I started there.

At first, I didn’t realize then that my subconscious had gone rogue. Deep down, I was revolting against my own choice, craving my old life back. Slowly, as the weeks passed, depression crept into my life, like a gray, never-ending fall rain, wearing me down bit by bit. I was sinking deeper into bitterness, endlessly replaying how unfair it all was, while secretly longing to have someone I could actually love—someone who wasn’t a selfish, backstabbing asshole.

The emptiness was a tenacious bastard and became my constant companion, even though the start of my six-month probationary period at Dark Dreams wasn’t exactly grueling. Some of the early assignments were even kind of funny, and yet, I was still slowly sinking.

Mr. Ragu gave me VIP access to the internal commission board. Every day, new client scenarios popped up there, and I got first pick of the lot before the other employees even got a look.

Assignment after assignment, I was making decent money, keeping the repossession agents at bay, and even working on renovations for my precious suburban house. The place was right next to a small, peaceful grove where I could sit for hours, feeling numb and lifeless after ‘assaulting’ one rich client or another—always strictly consensual, of course.

From the very first day, I knew that once my six months were up, I’d start getting assignments that leaned more into the actual ‘sex work’ territory. But I wasn’t ready then to even think about that. I pushed the thought to the fringes of my mind and left it there, hoping it would stay out of sight for as long as possible.

Of course, we weren't slaves in Dark Dreams. I had to consent too; I could set some of my own terms, and I did. But it was clear from the get-go, no matter how much I wanted toavoid it—that I would eventually end up in a scenario involving sex with a client, and that weighed heavily on me.

My rules were: if things got sexual, it would be condom-only; no blowjobs, no rimming. I told my boss that I could work with young alphas, but I preferred betas and omegas. Mr. Ragu didn't mind at the time, saying that they had enough staff, so the rest of the commissions could just go to someone else. The Johansson job, however, proved that if the money was big, I would be forced to comply even beyond what I had discussed with Ragu at the beginning.

By the final stage of my six-month probation, most of my assignments already involved some form of consensual assault, more or less sexual in nature, and could get quite creative. I had to learn proper bondage techniques, sometimes spoon-feed or even overfeed clients until they, well, lost it, diaper them, hang them naked upside down in their offices, make them relieve themselves in front of me or in public (sometimes with the help of a ‘bowel stimulant’), give them an enema and wait it out, humiliate them in all sorts of ways, spank them, put chastity cages on their dicks, or use vibrating toys in their ass—preferably in public places.

Only because the pay was so good, I forced myself to push through and try to do the best job I could—always on-script, with every detail memorized and carried out perfectly.

My clients left glowing reviews, and by the end of my six-month probation period, I was close to fully paying off my debts to both the agents and Nathaniel, with only two installments left.

Each job usually took a few days to complete, so it wasn't overly demanding, but each one could bring in five to ten thousand dollars for the longer scenarios. In my best month, I made close to $ 60,000.

In the more expensive gigs, clients wanted scenarios that went a little deeper into the pain-pleasure side of things—whipping instead of spanking, gagging with toys, erotic asphyxiation, and forced penetration with random objects, like the case with Johansson. I even gained one ‘regular’ client, which was rare. Once a week, I’d take a ‘dog’ out for a walk—really just a guy in leather and a plastic muzzle, crawling around on all fours.

However, these scenarios didn't require me to use my own dick, and I wanted to keep it that way.

But in the end, there was no avoiding the inevitable.

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Two weeks after the CEO of D-Project gig, the dreaded day arrived.

My six-month probationary period was officially over.

I knew that Mr. Ragu would contact me in a few days about Johansson's request, and my only vague hope of pushing it off for a little longer was to keep my assignment slots fully booked.

But the problem was… I was now competing with others as equals for the easiest assignments, being just a regular, full-service employee. Sex was firmly on the table as part of most gigs, and I was very concerned I wouldn’t be able to secure those sex-free assignments on time.

Even though I hadn't been exactly prudish before, I just didn't want to be forced to fuck people that I wouldn't otherwise choose. In the past, I didn’t mind sex at all—I’d even been kind of an asshole about it, sleeping with a few of my brother’s exes purely out of revenge for their years-long teasing and humiliating ‘hunt the alien’ games.

But suddenly, the whole concept of being paid for sex just didn’t sit right with me. I’d never thought of myself as traditional or overly romantic, but maybe I was, after all?

The idea of wanting more hit me pretty hard after my brother Rain found his True Mate.

The guy was insanely beautiful—an ex-model, no less. God forbid! The idea of dating anyone from this industry again gave me shivers. Never again: no models, no actors.

But meeting the happy couple at my other brother Skye's college graduation ceremony made me sentimental. Seeing those two lovebirds together sparked something. Suddenly, I became jealous, craving to have a relationship for myself even more fiercely. Maybe not my own True Mate, since that seemed unrealistic within my rare subspecies, but maybe a High Mate? Meanwhile, here I was—spanking old CEOs’ asses while the months kept slipping by.

On the day my probationary period came to an end, I had to face the fact that my depression wasn't going away anytime soon. Fall was approaching, and still no roses, love confessions, or moonlight dates for me.

One morning, I just woke up, opened my laptop, and saw that the safe ‘locked commissions’ section was gone—they were all open, up for grabs for anyone at the company.

Now I had to focus hard to snag only the BDSM jobs without the actual ‘me-penetrating-them’ part. To do this successfully, I had to be faster than the other employees in evaluating scenarios as they gradually popped up. In maybe three to five seconds, I’d scan the list for the sex-free ones. But a few other employees had a similar strategy, so they’d often hit ‘accept’ just as quickly. And they had the experience to top me.

Already on the very first day—I miserably failed. I stared nervously at the screen, noticing the assignments turning gray (as in ‘taken’) every few seconds as I frantically scanned thedetails. Those bastards were good at grabbing the easiest ones! Within minutes, all the best jobs were taken.

Dammit!

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