A Night of Introspection and Forbidden Desires

As I sit here at my desk, surrounded by the endless files and images of my latest acquisitions, I find myself lost in thought. The flickering holographic displays before me showcase an array of alien physiques, each more exotic than the last. My trained eyes scan over the data with clinical precision - measurements, markings, capabilities. It’s easy to forget that these are living beings when you’re as entrenched in the business as I am. But every now and then, something catches your eye… or rather, your imagination. Like this particular species that’s caught my attention tonight - a hermaphroditic race with the ability to shift between masculine and feminine attributes depending on their mate. Fascinating, really.

I lean back in my chair, running a hand through my hair as I contemplate this unique specimen. The knotted cock it sports is impressive - thick and veiny, perfect for those who crave a good pounding. And yet, with a simple shift in pheromones, it can transform into a muscular pussy, complete with ridges designed for maximum pleasure. It’s a versatility that would drive many of my clients wild with desire. As for me… well, it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve had my own needs attended to. The stress of running The Scarlet Accord is immense, and sometimes even I require release.

But should I indulge? It’s a risky proposition - fraternizing with the merchandise can lead to complications. And yet, there’s something about this particular individual that draws me in. Perhaps it’s the thrill of the unknown, or maybe it’s just the pent-up frustration of being cooped up in this office for too long. Whatever the reason, I find myself tempted to push aside my duties for just one night and experience what this fascinating creature has to offer. After all, as they say: ‘the boss gets to sample the goods.’ Now, where did I put that key to its holding cell…?