"You won't need protection tonight."
Yuri, the floor manager, handed Mika a slip of paper with a note attached: Room 203. No penetration requested. No physical touch unless initiated by her.
Mika blinked. "Wait—so… I'm not supposed to touch him?"
Yuri smiled. "Not unless you want to. This one's a little different."
Mika felt a curl of curiosity. In the few weeks since she started, she'd had all kinds of clients. Nervous virgins. Married men desperate to forget. Women who needed soft hands and softer words.
But this? This was new.
The room was dim, the air cool. A leather armchair sat in the center facing the bed, with a single overhead light like a spotlight.
Mika stepped inside and found the client already waiting.
He stood when he saw her — tall, maybe mid-thirties, neatly dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks. His features were plain, but his eyes were dark and sharp. Calculating.
"Mika?" he asked, voice low.
She nodded. "That's me."
He didn't approach. Didn't offer a handshake. He just sat in the chair and gestured gently toward the bed.
"Please," he said. "Take your time."
Mika tilted her head. "Doing what?"
"Undress," he said softly. "Then… do whatever you'd like. I only want to watch."
Her lips parted slightly, surprised. But not uncomfortable.
"Okay," she said, voice softer. "Just watch, then."
She started slowly.
Turned away from him. Slid her hands up the sides of her body, caressing her own waist, then lifting the hem of her silk dress inch by inch.
She let the fabric fall.
Her panties were already damp — and she let them slip down her thighs, then stepped out of them, revealing herself inch by inch. Her bra came off last, baring her breasts fully.
The client didn't move. Just watched.
Mika walked to the bed and climbed onto it slowly, deliberately — on all fours, then on her back, knees bent and legs parted.
She watched him now.
His jaw was tight. His hands gripped the armrests. But he didn't move.
"You're not going to touch yourself?" she asked.
He shook his head. "That's not what I'm here for."
"Then why are you?"
He exhaled slowly. "Because watching you… letting go… is enough."
She didn't answer. She just closed her eyes and touched herself.
Fingertips brushing over her breasts — gentle at first, teasing her own nipples, then pinching. Her legs fell open wider, and her other hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs.
She parted her folds with two fingers, exposing her slick heat to the open air.
"Ohhh…" she whispered. "I'm already so wet…"
Her fingers slipped inside easily — two at once, curling deep as her thumb circled her clit.
She moaned louder than usual. For him.
His breath caught — she heard it.
Her hips rolled. Her back arched. She began to fuck herself slowly, deliberately — not racing toward climax, but building a rhythm. Each moan richer. Each gasp more desperate.
She looked right at him.
"You want to touch me, don't you?"
His knuckles were white now, gripping the chair.
"But you won't," she murmured, rubbing faster now. "You'll just sit there… watching me cum… knowing you can't have it."
He swallowed. Hard.
She moaned again — louder — and brought her fingers to her mouth, licking her own juices slowly off each one.
"You taste that?" she asked. "That's what you're missing."
He almost spoke — but didn't. He just watched.
And Mika loved it.
The power. The tease. The heat building inside her — not just from her fingers, but from being the object of someone else's total focus.
She rubbed her clit harder now, breath hitching. Her thighs trembled.
"Ohhh… fuck… I'm close… I'm gonna—gonna—"
And then she came.
Her body arched off the bed, fingers still moving, moans spilling from her lips as her orgasm rushed through her. Her pussy clenched around nothing, dripping down onto the sheets as she gasped and shook.
When it was over, she lay there for a moment. Breathing. Sweating.
The man in the chair didn't move.
But his eyes were glassy. His jaw clenched.
She sat up slowly, her skin still flushed, nipples hard, thighs damp and sticky.
"Now you can go," she whispered.
He stood. Bowed his head slightly.
And left.
Mika lay back on the bed, her body still humming.
She hadn't been touched.
But she'd never felt more wanted.
And somehow… that was even hotter.