Unleashed

Chapter Six: The Incy Wincy Spider

By early evening, you find yourself making the awkward ride up to meet Spout in his hotel room. You feel a twinge of guilt; despite having picked somewhere cheap and relatively nearby, you still don't feel comfortable about the gentle-mannered spider monster footing the bill.

I can always slip him half when he's in the bathroom later or something. You reassure yourself, as you adjust the strap on your bag. It had been worth the almost two-hour detour to make it back to your apartment from the coffee shop, throw everything you might possibly need into your bag, before rushing back to meet him. A girl's gotta have her favourite toys.

An array of lubricants, condoms, dildos, and miscellaneous items from your favourite blindfold to a tiny bottle of spearmint and bubblegum mouthwash fill your messenger bag. Gotta be prepared and all that jazz. You had deliberately left behind your preferred gag and anal beads. Baby steps. Just go for something simple to get back in the swing of things. You remind yourself, making your way towards room 309.

Knocking gently, you smile as Spout opens the door to let you in. Without his overcoat and shoes, you find yourself admiring his arms once more. That is some nice, consistent definition. Dude must work out. Brushing past him, you glance around the room, taking stock before you set your own bag down. A warm twinge of appreciation bubbles up, as you notice the clear path Spout is careful to leave between you and the door.

The room is small. Spartan, but clean. The latest MTT special is playing on a tiny wall mounted flat screen, the volume turned low. The bedding has been stripped back to just an under sheet and two carefully positioned pillows. You can see an array of silver-grey, delicate looking rope resting on the low desk beneath the window. So pretty! You hold back, hand hovering, as you reach out to touch it. Spout nods in approval.

"You like it? I made it myself." He looks pleased at your appreciative murmurs. It's much softer than you were expecting, almost like pure silk to the touch. "No need to worry about breaking it. That stuff can hold back a 600lb monster without straining."

Your eyes scan the table, looking for - ah. Good. You spot two pairs of safety shears off to one side. You make small talk as you unpack, laying your toys alongside his. You leave your own safely sealed bottle of water in your bag. You never can be too careful. Making a point of laying the condoms front and centre, you add a couple of bottles of lube - water based and silicone, along with your favourite brand that promises to 'tingle for her pleasure'.

You leave the dildos closer to your bag, as well as your favourite bullet vibrator. While some of your past partners - humans and monsters - had been happy using them, others seemed almost personally offended at the idea that you would prefer a piece of plastic over their own fingers, cock, or in a few cases, magical phalluses. I really don't care what they use, as long as we both get our fair share of pleasure from things.

"How would you like me?" You send Spout a teasing smile as you try to quell the butterflies in your own stomach. He gestures towards the bed with two of his left arms. Are they four arms and four legs, or six arms and two legs?

"If you wouldn't mind, ah, undressing but leaving your underthings on?" You are almost certain Spout is blushing under all of that soft, downy hair. Nodding, you slip your clothes out without any fanfare. I think he would combust if I tried a striptease for him.

This time you have come prepared. As you pull your comfortable jumper up and over your head, a simple, black lacy bra comes into view. Pushing your breasts in and up in all the right places, it's one of the few that you own that is both comfortable and sexy. Wiggling out of your jeans, a matching pair of black lace boyshorts are revealed, the delicate fabric clinging to your cheeks like a second skin. You hear an appreciative intake of break from the other side of the room. I wonder if he's appreciating the view, or the lace?