This time, they take a hose each, accepting in the ritual of a true Deemak negotiation.
Paul blows the smoke out in big, lazy rings. “Excellent sheesha you have.”
Varian smiles. “It comes from the very lands we wish to buy from you.”
Harry laughs. “Of course – you all have the greatest attention to detail.”
Once the two men have taken a lungful of smoke, each of us goes ahead and grabs a hose from the hookah. The charcoal burns steadily as we sit and calmly breath in the wafting clouds. The flavor is only lightly fruity, with a strong nicotine base. Although alcohol barely affects me, I get a quick headrush from the heady smoke – and suddenly I’m in the zone. I’m watching every movement the two men make, searching them for any sign of nervousness or discomfort.
Then, she walks in – and I can no longer even see them. The two Seer brothers cease to exist.
Mia stands there looking like the most wicked angel. The pleasure dress contorts itself to her figure, wrapping around her curves as I wish so desperately to. The golden hue of the fabric accentuates her skin tone, warm and welcomingly as Mia swishes into the room as if she owns it.
I can see the hard buds of her nipples pressed against the gossamer of the material, clearly visible through the sheer material.
Mia carries a silver tray, upon which are five crystal glasses full of cool, clear water.
Varian, Cyrus and I each wear a ring around our finger – one that can activate the pleasure dress. Mia might think she’s already being tantalized by the material, but she has no idea what is in store for her.
“Welcome, honored guests,” Mia bows slightly, offering Paul and Harry the tray. “Drink of our water… Drink of our life.”
Tina, one of the oldest women in our harem, has taught Mia well. She murmurs the traditional Deemak greeting perfectly, even down to the half-second pause between the words ‘water’ and ‘drink’.
I knew she would learn quickly.
Fine details like that are essential to a business meeting – and I am happy to know that Mia is as well-suited to the role of hostess as Cyrus had anticipated she would be.
Mia bends forward, and I suddenly lose myself as my eyes meet the cavernous slopes of her perfect breasts.
As she rises, I shake my head – trying to snap back to the negotiation.
All five of us reach for the tray in unison, taking a glass and drinking without a word.
The cool water is perfection after the heady smoke. We drain the glasses in a single sip and return them to Mia.
“Could I offer you a drink of something stronger?”
“Whisky, if you have it,” responds Paul.
I snap my finger. “The stone bottle.”
Mia smiles at me – her perfect, pouting lips looking as though they hide secrets barely restrained by her tongue. I gently touch the ring on my finger, and suddenly Mia gasps.
Her entire body tenses as the pleasure dress activates ever so slightly.
My cock surges in the knowledge that I am now in full control of her.
11
Mia
Oh, Gods!
All the training Tina had rushed me through earlier disappears from my mind as the pleasure dress turns on. There’s a hum so faint I feel it more than hear it. Then the dress activates.
Gods! It feels like a thousand tiny little tongues are suddenly lapping at every inch of my body, wherever the fabric of this dress touches it.
My body responds instantly, and I nearly drop the tray of glasses.
Not again! Who knows how much this crystal is worth!
It’s a fight, but I manage to regain control of my body – trying desperately not to whimper in pleasure as I’m tortured and tormented deliciously.
Suddenly, as soon as it started, the sensation ends. The dress goes back to its normal function – lightly teasing me instead of deliciously torturing me.
It’s almost disappointing – but also a huge relief.
Gallus sits there, watching me. He strokes his moustache slowly as he studies my reaction, and I notice the ring around his finger. Each of the Aurelians is wearing a matching one.
Those sadistic bastards!
Cyrus grins at me…
…and suddenly touches his own ring. The pleasure dress hums back into life. I whimper with pleasure and am barely able to walk back out of the room, my legs trembling. I try not to dart away as the dress turns my own senses against me, teasing me relentlessly. It’s a battle to walk slowly, elegantly… But I know this is one of the challenges the Aurelians are setting for me; to test my self-control.
Those sadistic aliens love to play with my body – like I’m some kind of toy for them – but I can’t say I hate it. The dress turns off as soon as I burst through the back door of the lounge, and I’m left stalking down the hallway, trembling as I enter the kitchen for more supplies.
Tina is in there, bossing the kitchen staff around expertly. A still-beautiful woman in her sixties, Tina once told me in a curt tone that she’d lived in the harem as a young woman. When she’d been forced to leave it, as the Aurelians demand of all their childless courtesans, she’d defied their instructions and never married or had children; instead taking a culinary degree with the education funding awarded by Queen Jasmine’s laws. She then returned to Cyrus, Gallus and Varian and offered to manage their household. Gallus – a businessman – saw the potential in her immediately, and she’s dominated the back rooms and staff ever since.
For example, the chefs in this kitchen practically cower when she turns her icy glare their way – a tiny, old woman reducing burly, rough cooks and kitchen porters to cringing little boys.
Tina’s attitude towards me is brusque, but caring. As an old woman, she has none of the reasons to be jealous that girls like Kendra do.
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