Jealousy aside, there’s another more practical reason why this unbalanced sexual dynamic is frustrating to me. They have the eager mouths and tight little pussies – perhaps even the asses – of those gorgeous women to spurt inside…
If I get all hot and bothered by playing this teasing little game, which I already am, then I have no such easy outlet for my…ahem… release.
And, yes, I know what that release is. I might be a virgin – I might have even switched off that stolen holo-projection before watching the couple consummate their lust – but late at night my fingers have often slid between my thighs and between the dewy lips of my pussy; to rub my swollen nub until I surrender to a self-induced orgasm.
Sometimes, I’m ashamed to admit, I’ve been thinking of the rumors surrounding Aurelians when I’ve done so.
There’s a bittersweet edge to this imbalance. The burning thread of jealousy still runs through me, but it’s like torment and pleasure at the same time; a sort of emotional masochism.
It makes me wonder if the things Aurelians claim about human women – that we’re all naturally submissive to their kind, and crave their discipline and punishment – has some truth to it.
No!
I push such thoughts away – thoughts of jealousy and submission. I barely know these three Aurelians, I’m here to steal from them, not join their harem, and it’s truly none of my business which members of their harem they stick their dicks inside, or why.
Stick to the mission, Mia!
With that in mind, my heels click against the hardwood floors of the hallway. I’m not used to wearing such heels. When your job is thievery, practical shoes are a necessity. I have an excellent sense of balance – honed by years of experience – and while I can walk well enough in these heels, I’d hate to try and outrun an outraged stall owner or angry shopper in them!
And that’s been my life, ever since I was just a child – running through the city wild and free. As a young girl, I’d often climb the trees and walk out on thin branches, testing my balance and confidence. Later, I’d practice walking on the thin walls surrounding the homes of Sector 1 and Sector 2 – balanced with thirty-foot drops either side of me. The height never bothered me, especially once I’d conquered it.
But this is different. The heels feel alien to me, no matter how quickly I’ve adapted to wearing them.
Likewise, even the silky underwear that Cyrus laid out on the bed for me is foreign. The sensation of wearing it – sheer, flowing fabric against my pussy – makes me feel intimate and vulnerable.
I’m more used to rough clothing – to the scratch and stiffness of fabric woven from recycled polymer or the fibers of leftover branches and stems from the harvesting. So much here in Deemak is only available to those raised in Sector 3 or Sector 4 if it’s made from the garbage the richer folk throw away.
In contrast, these silky undergarments hug the skin of my body in the most intimate of places, uncomfortable in just how comfortable it feels – so different than the scratchy remanufactured wool of my past. My body feels both exposed and pampered in contradictory unison.
That must be what it’s like to live here. I’m used to physical challenges to overcome – fleeing with my stolen goods or filling my empty belly. Here, all physical needs are met, and it’s the mental challenges the Aurelians present you with; forcing you to overcome more intangible discomfort.
As I stride through the hallways on my heels, I continue to make a mental map of this enormous estate. The manor house alone has many bathrooms, bathing pools, and swimming areas. Each is awash with fresh, cool, crystal-clear water – an incalculably valuable asset here on Deemak.
Part of me aches to sneak into one of these rooms and slither out of my sexy outfit – to slip into the cool, refreshing water, and lounge in the cool waves; reveling in the riches and luxury that could await me if I’d been part of the Aurelians’ harem.
But such riches are not for me.
I am here as a thief, not one of the women who get to enjoy the spoils of these Aurelians’ hard work and entrepreneurialism.
I follow the hallway to the main entrance. There, I see the twin staircases that ascend to the higher levels of the manor house.
Beneath the right staircase is a small, hidden doorway. I open it to find exactly what Cyrus had promised – cleaning supplies. There’s a duster there, overalls, a mop, and all the other necessities I could require.
However, there’s not much here, and the collection of tools and products has one thing in common: Covering them all is a thin layer of dust.
This must be because they already hire outside cleaning firms to keep the manor spotless – or the Aurelians could easily buck the culture of Deemak and afford automated cleaning robots to do the job for them. Robots and automation might not work well for construction, farming, or mining – not against the harsh dust storms of Deemak – but they’d be fine for use indoors, and it’s more a cultural thing that such automation isn’t already more prevalent here.
Agreeing to let me work here as a maid… Well, this demonstrates what I’d suspected – that it has nothing to do with actually cleaning. This is just part of a game that Cyrus wants to play with me…
…but two can play at it.
I lick my lips and taste an unfamiliar flavor on them – the hint of eager anticipation. I’ve never felt like this before…
I feel… attractive.
More than that. Sensual.
I’d always looked at women from Sector 2 and other richer parts of the city with envy. Whenever I’d caught glimpses of them from my treetop perches, or peeking around corners, I’d always feel a powerful surge of jealousy toward them.
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