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Gleeth, trying to reassure her. Apparently the creature was watching the monitor. Meredith wondered if there was also a camera in this room. She didn't doubt there would be one in the room on the other side.
                "I-I'm afraid."
                "You are perfectly safe. No harm will come to you."
                "No one's coming in to eat me?"
                "If you mean the feasting sort of eat, no. However, there may be some oral stimulation."
                "How do I know you're telling me the truth?"
                "Because we do not eat your kind," came the flat no-nonsense reply.
                It suddenly dawned on her that all this time, Gleeth had been referring to her own pleasure. To her reaching an orgasm. To her being satisfied, and not the clientele's enjoyment. Was that the way it was meant to be?
                And here, all this time, I thought it was the johns who got off, not the girl.
                "What if I make a sound? What if I scream out when I come? Will they hear me on the other side, or in the other rooms?" Meredith had no idea if there were any other rooms nearby, or even if they were currently in use. But it would be nice to know she'd have a modicum of privacy.
                "Go ahead and release your pleasure with whatever sounds you want. Scream, if you feel the need. The rooms are soundproof."
                From where she lay, she could see the inner wall of her room. The lower half of her body, from her breasts down, was in the other room. Meredith licked her lips in nervous anticipation.
                She had faced an epiphany the same time she had accepted her fate. She'd also been forced to admit to herself that she was getting exactly what she'd been thinking of doing for the past few months.
                In a way.
                Her personal life on Earth had come to a sluggish halt with the additional workload her job had heaped upon her. On one hand, she considered herself extremely lucky she hadn't gotten pink-slipped like so many others did at the company. However, on the other hand, somebody still had to the work, which meant those left on the payroll were assigned the uncompleted tasks and duties, and with few exceptions, with their same original deadlines.
                She couldn't remember the last time she'd mattress danced, much less with whom. Sadly, the vibrator just didn't do the job at times when she most needed the relief. Which was why she had been considering taking on a "friend with benefits" type of relationship. Something that brought no complications. A halfway decent and maybe attractive guy who could scratch her itch, before they both went home to their own beds. She'd even been checking over potential prospects she might be able to engage. Guys whom she knew liked their girls curvy instead of stick thin. Girls with a little extra junk in the trunk. She had been on the verge of approaching her first choice that same day her car had slid off the road and she'd ended up... here .
                Stop going all Hollywood, and imagining the worst. Believe Gleeth. I'm going to get fucked. Whoever is going to be in the other room is going to try and get me to orgasm because he wants the points. The cards are all stacked in my favor. Yeah, the circumstances around all this suck, but what's the damage? You're alive, and you'll get to go home in two years.
                Fortunately, the little talk to herself, and Gleeth's reassurance, helped. She surprised herself to know she was actually looking forward to what was about to happen. In fact, she could tell she was already getting juicy between the thighs.
                Meredith took a deep breath. A cool puff of air brushed across her breasts. She adjusted her hips slightly, when a pair of warm hands closed over her knees. With a little tug, her