Squidboy: Part Two

Part Two

Some of the whores were without customers, like the man with the long tongue, who stuck his tongue out when he noticed me looking, and wagged it suggestively. There was a pair of conjoined twins, naked, joined at the hip, sitting on the couch. The man with an extra cock that my brother had mentioned was here too. Though he was fully clothed, he winked and lowered his trousers to give me a glimpse.

I put my hand on my groin and tried to control my thoughts, but it was difficult. My tentacles were going wild beneath my cloak, and it took every ounce of my will to keep them still. It seemed that, while I could exert some control over them, it went the other way around as well; they affected me just as I could affect them. They hadn't merely changed my body, but my personality as well, and my sexuality. It was unusual for me to be so wild with sexual desire, especially for, well, I hated to use this word, but—freaks, such as these. Ordinarily, my taste was limited to men like Sir Victor—tall, rugged, handsome, but ordinary. The tentacles were like a natural aphrodisiac, amplifying my base, sexual nature.

"James!" came a man's voice from the stairwell, interrupting my thoughts, for which I was grateful. "Welcome back."
As he descended, I took in his yellow and black striped skin and his lithe, feline movements, and knew that he must be the master of the house. The yellow tiger himself. Fully dressed, unlike most of his courtesans, in the attire of a gentleman, he quickly made his way down the staircase and stopped before me.

"Oh," he said when he drew nearer, "My apologies. You're not James."

"A common mistake," I allowed. "I'm Ethan."

"His brother, I imagine?" he said. "Twin brother?"

I nodded.

"I should have known. Your aura is completely different."

"My aura?"

He nodded. "I apologize. I am Master Edmund de Versailles. Welcome to the Yellow Tiger Club! Now, what can I do for you, Master Ethan?" he asked, gesturing around the room. "William and Emmet are both spoken for, as you can see," he said, indicating the giant and the dwarf, "but perhaps you'd like to meet young Master Jeffrey. You two are of an age, I believe." He gestured meaningfully to the man with two cocks.

I shook my head. "No offense," I said, "but no, thank you."

"Perhaps, as a twin yourself, you might enjoy the company of twins. Jack and Joseph make quite a pair."

"Again, I must regrettably decline," I answered. "Actually—"

"What about Alfie?" he pressed on, undeterred.

Alfie, for that must have been who he meant, wagged his tongue at me again.

"Just imagine the sort of things a tongue like that can do..."

"Actually, sir," I said, "I was hoping I might have a word with the master of the house."

"With me?" he said, his tone changing in an instant. "Why, Ethan, you only needed to say so."

I laughed awkwardly.

"I'll warn you though, I am expensive. I trust that's not an issue for you though, knowing the family you come from. Anyway, I assure you, I'm worth the price. They say I'm a real tiger between the sheets," he purred.

I nodded. "Actually—" I began.

"Come on then," he said. "This way."

He led the way upstairs, then guided me down a hall. We entered the bedroom at the end of the hall, and he bade me sit down on the bed.

"So," he purred, once I was sitting. "What's your pleasure, Ethan?"

"Actually, sir, I was hoping you could give me a job."

He grinned. "Be more specific. Hand job? Blow job?"

My eyes widened. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted to just say yes. "I mean, I want to work for you."

He stared at my for a moment, bemused. Then he began to laugh. "You want to work for me?" he asked, incredulous. "As a call boy? You're a gentleman!"

"There's a client of yours, comes here regularly, I'm told."

"I see," Edmund replied. "And you want to serve him, when he comes in here next."

"Yes, that's it," I answered.

He put his hand on my leg, and I felt my thighs getting warm. I willed my tentacles to be still so he wouldn't feel them.

"There's just one thing, I'm afraid, Ethan," he said. "I'm sure you've noticed, but my boys aren't usual. My clients don't come here looking for the ordinary. They're here for something special."

I swallowed. "I understand that," I answered. "Suppose I told you that I have something special to offer."

"Well, I'd ask you to show me."

I nodded. I'd assumed he might say that. But even though I'd anticipated having to disrobe in front of him, I was still shy about my tentacles. My heart pounded nervously as I unbuttoned my jacket. I looked down at my feet, afraid to look up, despite Edmund's own freakish appearance. The yellow and black striped skin, somehow, seemed to pale in comparison to my own unusualness. Still, if there was anywhere that I could feel at all normal despite the tentacles protruding from my hips, it was here in this room. I slipped out of the coat.

Edmund gasped in surprise. "My god," he exclaimed, putting a striped hand on my chest.

The tentacles quivered in response, each of them reaching up and touching his hand. Edmund grinned wolfishly. "Extraordinary."

I smiled shyly.

"Alright," he said after a moment. "I'll make you a deal. I'll let you work here, and I'll even help you to seduce this gentleman of yours who happens to frequent my brothel. But I'll need something in return. Consider it an audition. I want you to seduce me."

My heart pounded. My trousers tightened. Again out of character for me, I felt excited at the proposition. The thought of seducing Edmund thrilled me. What I might to do him with my tentacles...They twitched excitedly, reaching out for him and touching his chest. Nimbly, without any conscious thought on my behalf, they began unbuttoning his vest.

I nodded. "Very well," I said. "Squid pro quo."

Silence hung in the air for a moment, until I broke it with an apology. "Sorry. Bad pun."

Then Edmund began to laugh hysterically. "Oh, Ethan," he said when his laughter had died down. "I think I'm going to enjoy having you around."