Who: Conner Kent and Inara Serra What: Conner contacts her/hires her for advice on relationships, sex, and the like. Where: Conner’s off-campus house near UC: Irvine When: Recently, before the Fog Status: Complete. Rating: Audience Discretion is Advised for frank discussion of sexual matters
Conner was a little bit nervous as he waited. He had lain out tea, and finger snacks, and was mostly nervous, yes, very much so. He didn’t really know what sex was about, but he knew from the internet, and from talking to people online, that it was a big deal. He needed to find out, before he tried to have a relationship, and so he had set out to educate himself.
At first he had relied on the internet, and on what he could order online. But after a month of frustrating contradictions in opinions, pornographic depictions, and even scientific explanations, he was about ready to give up. Until he heard, through a discreet gentleman he knew, about one Inara Serra, who was supposedly the classiest and most knowledgeable escort around. He had done a little checking up, and then contacted her. And now, well, now he waited.
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Professional companionship was sought by people of all ages, races, genders, religions, social creeds, and sexual orientations. Inara Serra had been contracted to do everything from hold a person's hand at an opera to perform public sex acts with a politician. She chose her clientele carefully of late as she had no desire to work with those who would not lead her farther down the path to enlightenment; she had been intrigued by the offer Conner Kent had reached out to her to extend.
Rapping her knuckles against the door, Inara waited patiently for a response from inside the home.
One must never invade the privacy of another without invitation. That had been the first lesson Inara had learned from the companion who had started her training. She had went on to learn about the subtle arts of flirting, expressing emotions with her body as much as her words, and how to cater to the unspoken desires of a client. There was art in what she did for a living even if there were those who sought to demean her down to nothing more than a fancy whore.
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Conner came to open the door, and smiled, almost breathless as he saw her. She was beautiful, and more so than her pictures suggested, in his mind. “Inara Serra, yes? Please, come in.” He stepped back and waved her into the room, feeling nervous and unsure, but mostly just about himself. This seemed a good thing to do.
“Can I get you anything to drink? Wine, water, tea?” She might smell a scent of mint in the background of the place, as he had been drinking mint and pineapple teas today. He rather liked them.
His house was a comfortable one, but mostly looked like someone had shopped for that, and not really for style. The living room foyer really showed this off as it had a hodgepodge of different styles and he prided himself that every piece was made not to show off, but to make a person comfortable.
***
Pressing her hands together from fingertips to base of her palms, Inara bowed slightly, "Namaste. I am pleased to be welcomed to your home. It is rare others offer to serve me. I thank you for your hospitality. I require nothing at present more than your company."
She liked the way the home seemed to be organized. It felt lived-in, a home rather than a house or a rental property where one stayed. Inara loved being able to see a person reflected in their surroundings. There was nothing worse than knowing a person had to stay surrounded by the lives of others with no ability to see themselves validated in their environment. It wasn't healthy in her estimation. One's home should be a haven where one felt most themselves.
"You have a lovely home. It is always pleasant to see a person reflected in their home. My home is my haven. I think everyone's should be the same. Where would you like me?"
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Conner was intrigued by her words, and her ways, and listened carefully, studying her moves and how she spoke. She had a grace that felt real, genuine, not a show, and he felt himself warm to it and her, instantly. “Then you shall have that.”
He bounced a little, listening to her compliment, and his face blushed red. “Thank you, and, ah, maybe we could talk on the sofa, for a while? I have no idea how one does this, really. But now that I’ve met you, I am rather sure you were the right choice.”
He withdrew, and beckoned her toward the couch, smiling as he took a seat to one side of it. He felt nervous and unsure of himself, but very somehow calm, despite all of that.
This was good, yes.
***
Physical contact was something Inara welcomed. The path to enlightenment wound many directions based on the trails one walked in life; her journey had taken her on a physical exploration which transcended age, gender, race, national origin, and so much more than what met the eye when one looked upon the physical shell of another. Inara settled close enough to be touched easily beside Conner, folding her hands loosely in her lap as she smiled at him.
"I am honored to have been chosen. May I ask what you would like from this engagement? I was uncertain from your initial booking whether you wanted a physical demonstration or merely honest conversation."
Inara had no preferences on which she supplied. As long as she felt she had provided Conner with all he wanted from her for their encounter, she would feel as if she had done her job. Professional companions were not merely whores for that reason. They did not provide only sex acts. They understood intimacy could take many forms; sometimes the most intimate of encounters involved no physical contact at all.
"You may be assured I will answer any question you have honestly and to the best of my ability so long as it does not violate the privacy of another client. I am also comfortable providing any level of physical interaction you would like. Both offer their own unique form of enlightenment."
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Watching her sit, and move, was like watching a graceful painting move, but all the more real, and exciting. She was desirable, and pretty, and kind, and he grinned as he listened.
"I was honestly unsure myself." He sighed, and rubbed his face. "I want to learn about sex, from someone like you who is professional, graceful and compassionate. Your reputation speaks of respect, and seeing you here only reinforces that. I guess I wanted to start by you telling me? And if it goes to demonstration, or if you think, from knowing far more, that such would be the best way for me to learn, then I am open to that."
Very much so. She was pretty, and while he had not intended that, he also found he couldn't object. "I guess it comes down to, I want your expertise, in teaching me about sex, and I trust whatever method you feel is best in that area. I am prepared to book multiple sessions, for as long as is needed." he faltered, then, flushing. "Er, if you are agreeable in that."
He felt like an idiot, and woefully under-skilled and under-educated.
***
Reaching over, Inara took Conner's hand in hers, raising it to her lips to press a soft kiss against his knuckles. So many nerves. She couldn't recall ever having been so nervous herself, personally, and her heart warmed to him. Inara did not have it in her to witness the suffering of others without offering some solace. Kindness was something which should be offered freely to anyone, everyone, and never denied. That was a truth Inara would hold sacred forever.
"I would have you relax. Tell me what would make you more comfortable. Sex can be many things. It can be a purely clinical experience in which a person uses the body of another to attain sexual climax -orgasm- or it can be an attempt made between two people to connect on a deeper level by sharing their bodies."
Inara was comfortable sharing her body. She lowered Conner's hand to rest on her leg. Her sari was modest with a long drape which carried to the floor to her ankles. Her face, throat, arms, and hands were all which were left exposed courtesy of the cloth she had chosen for this client. Conner had seemed shy in his correspondence. Inara had not wanted to embarrass him by arriving in something revealing.
"My body is a gift. It was given to me by birth. I choose to give it to others to enrich my life, further my walk on the path to enlightenment. It is a joy to me to share with others. The most clinical terms feel cheap to me. Tawdry. What I offer is not cheap. It is literally all of me. Tell me how I can make this the best experience possible for you. That is what would please me."
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Conner smiled at her when she kissed his hand, and he blushed, but tried to relax, and tried to listen, hearing her, not just letting the words pass by. She had a sensual nature, and a very sexy one, as well, and it made him feel a thrill when she spoke, or touched him, or both. Wow. He had thought he had seen sexiness, but nothing he had ever seen had compared to this. Thinking about her words, and the way she lay his hand on her leg, made him shiver. He looked down at her leg, and gently let himself caress along it, through the sari.
She felt good.
“I want to learn how to please a partner, both… well, in making love, but also in sexual nature, wholly unto itself, if that is a thing. I want to be able to share myself, like you talk about doing.” The way she spoke, it filled him like… well, he liked what she said.
He hesitated, before taking his other hand to reach, carefully, to touch her face. “Tell me, and show me, please, how to give, and enjoy, sex. I want to experience it the way you talk about it.”
***
"Sex is a natural bodily function. People can have a craving for it the way you might get the urge to eat a particular food. If something feels good? It's usually something we want to enjoy more than once."
Inara smiled easily, tilting her face into the warmth of Conner's palm. He had nice hands. They felt kind. She thought much could be said of a person based on an analysis of their hands alone. One could tell if someone worked manual labor or lived a privileged life for example; one could also tell if a person cared about kindness by how well they maintained their hands. Touch was an inherent kindness. People who wanted to extend it usually chose to keep themselves well out of respect.
Closing her eyes, Inara offered her own feelings in the moment, "Wanting to share with a partner is the first step in pleasing them. If you think about someone else's pleasure? You're more likely to want to give as much as you receive. Right now, I can tell by how warm your hand is and how gently you're touching my face you don't want to hurt me. You're being honest. Kind. Open. All those things please me. They all tell me you want to please me."
Many things pleased Inara. She was not a difficult lover. There were some clients she would share that much of herself with while others Inara knew better than to resort to such candid conversation. Conner Kent reminded her of herself at a younger, gentler age. She didn't mind sharing with him anything which could help him throughout the course of his life. Lovemaking was certainly a skill worth honing if one wanted to enjoy the finest things in life.
"I am unusual among women since it is relatively easy for me to climax whereas many women require a lot of attention."
Inara opened her eyes to consider Conner's face.
"Would you like me to undress or would you prefer to start small and work our way up?"
~*~
Conner’s hands had callouses from when he had been Kon El, and a pilot, but more recently, different ones from using pen and paper, and pencil. His hands would be warm, yes, though he would never know why, for the answer lay in the Dreams he could not remember.
Conner blushed, but nodded. What she said was true. He did want to please her, and he didn’t want to hurt her. And yes. He wanted to make her happy. He wanted to learn how to please her, and how to please others, but he also wanted her to enjoy this process. Which made him blush more.
“I want to learn how to make you come, er, climax, as much as I can, as much as you can.” He blushed again. “The way you talk inspires me.”
He listened to her words, and smiled, as she told him that. “Thank you, for sharing that.” He considered her question and rubbed his face, then nodded. “Perhaps, undress, but I mean… er…” he flushed. “Tell me how to undress you? To make you feel relaxed?” He wanted to learn it all. “Please?”
***
Men who wanted to please their partners were a rarity. Inara had been with many clients who sought only to take as much pleasure from her as she could give them. Those encounters often left her feeling drained -mentally and physically- as well as used afterwards. She much preferred to be with someone who was also seeking a form of enlightenment from the interaction. To take the journey was an honor; to share it was a blessing.
Standing, Inara offered her hand to Conner once more, "Come then, take me to your bed. I'll teach you how I find fulfilment and I promise, you'll be the very best lover any lady who captures your eye could ask for in the future."
It wasn't hard for Inara to reach climax with a lover. She could give all of herself over to the moment. There were some women out there similar to her in preference which she would explain to Conner in detail. Many women were more reticent; it would be unfair of her not to mention to him the possibility he could wind up taking a reticent lover to bed. Those who needed more wooing were always a bit harder to stimulate.
Inara felt there was no sense in denying pleasure to herself which her body was designed to receive.
She hoped she could share her view with Conner to make his session with her as beneficial as possible.
There were so many things she could teach him it was hard to know where to start. She supposed there was always next session in case she didn't cover enough...