The Last Door

BY WRITERCHIC88

I gulped as I entered the last door; this was not going to be pretty. I was roughly shoved by Klarch into it and was met by the strangest sight yet. A woman, okay that part wasn't the most unusual, whose skin was a purple tint and her body was tattooed with ivy leaves that branched all around her body, lay stretched across the bed. I felt oddly relieved this "client" was less human looking than the others she was alien and inferior. Hopefully this wouldn't be as hard as the others.

"Finnick Odair? Are you ready for the final stage of training?" Her harsh tongue said as it cut through the silence.

"Not really I think I might just skip this lesson." I grinned ruefully. She didn't crack a smile. Good she's even less human now; no sense of humor how inhuman is that? She came up and looked me up and down.

"Silence, boy, this is your last lesson, this is full blown. There will be no minor details to it. You just do this."

She lay out in the bed in a supposedly provocative position. I went over to her sighing as I pushed inward feeling her expanding around me. This was obviously something she had done before. I tried to block out every feeling of this awful situation, but it was hard because every thrust was punctuated by a moan and having her long sharp claws digging into my back where her hands clenched.

I groaned at the supreme horror of it but she took it as pleasure.

"Yes, Finnick!", "Keep going!", and "OOoooh!"'s punctuated the air as the experience drew to a close.

I groaned as an orgasm washed over me, rippling through my unwilling body.

"Does anyone else want to bid higher than $5,000 for the mystery prize?" Cried out the announcer's voice throughout the room. Obviously the special prize was quite special as the gaggles of high class women continued to anxiously shriek out higher and higher bids.

This special prize was my prized possession, Finnick Odair. Everyone wanted him because he was fresh. Suddenly a booming voice cried out , "Nine hundred thousand dollars." Everyone looked to the source of a voice, a pale blue skinned woman with caramel silky straight hair that flowed down to her calves. I grinned.

"President Snow? Shall I call Mr. Odair?" My assistant whispered to me. I grinned maliciously and answered,

"No I should break the new to him myself." Quickly I whipped out my phone and dialed a few numbers eventually his voice came over the speaker.

"Finnick Odair, prepare to meet your first client."

My first client I thought horrified, already? But I had just gotten back from the gruesome training there was no way I could have a client by now, but I did. I received word that I was to meet my client at 6 in a limo that would be parked outside. From there I'd go to the hotel where the training had taken place, the hotel was also used for the meetings.

At six walked outside slowly and regretting every move I made. Klarch showed up, as he has a knack for doing in the best of situations, and shoved me into the car. With a slap on the trunk the car sped off leading me to the horrors in the hotel room.

"OOOOooooooh! OOOOoooohhhh! Finnick!" My client shrieked. She was grotesque, her skin was a creamy blue that was wrapped and warped with a darker blue colored vine tattoos, her long hazelnut hair was long, too long for my liking anyway. It curled all the way toward her calves and as we continued it flew in all directions creating a not-so-unwanted veil between us. As our session came to a close I was relieved, my first client wasn't as bad as I imagined, so maybe the next one wouldn't be much worse.

LATER THE NEXT DAY

"Hello, Mr. Odair, we would like you to take a vacation from any duties you have at the Capital, and take up a temporary residence at the Havich Hotel. President Snow requests that you stay there until next Monday. It appears as if you have been booked several times a day for the next week. He apologizes for any inconviences."