That’s high praise indeed, coming from her.
Tina motions toward the wall. There is a video feed on the screen there, showing the three Aurelians sitting and smoking with the two human businessmen.
I narrow my eyes. Tina was watching me the entire time?
Good. I hope she liked what she saw!
“You taught me well,” I reply. Although she only taught me for fifteen hurried minutes, she did a good job; explaining how I was supposed to serve the water first, then the drinks, and making me memorize the traditional Deemak greetings that accompanied the ritual.
Tina purses her lips. “…and that’s with you wearing that!” She nods at the pleasure dress. “I don’t understand why they have you in that ridiculous, impractical garment. It’s as though they want you to fail.”
The old woman shakes her head.
“I’ll never understand those aliens,” she tuts, and I realize that in her lifetime she’s gone from being a willing young courtesan in their harem – fucking those three gorgeous men – to now looking at the three warriors like children; as if she’s responsible for them. It must have been a very strange change for her to live through.
But I guess that’s the biggest problem with living in an Aurelian harem. Bigger, even, than competing with dozens of other gorgeous beauties for the attention of the three Aurelians and dealing with the jealousy that ensues.
But for Tina? It’s a whole different experience. She had to watch them remain in their prime – handsome, gorgeous and sexy – while she turned from a beautiful young woman into a handsome older lady.
I shudder at the thought. How painful would it be to experience that? To see the lust in the eyes of those three Aurelians turn to caring, adoration, and respect? It sounds good – and there’s no doubt the Aurelians have treated Tina well – but how painful would it be to see yourself replaced by who-knows-how-many newer, younger girls by the time you’d reached your fifties, sixties and beyond?
That’s just another reason why it would never work between me and those three, gorgeous alien warriors; no matter how much they invigorate me.
Beyond the obvious reason, of course.
Because that’s weighing on my mind.
No matter how much the Aurelians want me right now, in any longer-term scenario, surely they couldn’t look past my past as a con artist sneak thief and burglar. I’m a criminal – and Aurelians are the embodiment of law and order incarnate. Surely, they’d never stoop so low as welcome a former thief in their harem.
Although, right now, you’re not a former thief. You’re in the midst of a heist!
In this moment, though, the three Aurelians don’t have any clue about my true nature…
Well, saying that, I believe the Aurelians know things about me I've never suspected existed – like my desire to be humiliated and dominated...
What else do they know?
Tina’s voice snaps me from my thoughts.
"The appetizers next,” she barks. “A small bowl of fruits for each member. Then, you’ll wait in the chair until they’re finished, and invite them to the dining room. There, I'm finally allowed to have more women helping you – trained women.”
I scowl at her, and then smile when I see Tina actually flinch.
My voice is light when I reassure her: "I know, Tina. Don't worry, I've got this."
She sighs. "Those men will never learn.” Then she turns to the video screen and narrows her crinkled eyes. “I've never seen them like this, though."
"Like what?"
She snaps her fingers at a hapless chef, who brings forward a polished silver tray bearing five bowls of perfect, freshly picked fruits.
"I’ve never seen those three willing to risk a business deal over something so foolish as a girl.”
I stiffen, realizing she’s referencing me.
Tina’s eyes turn to study me.
“I don't know what you've done to those men, Mia, but they're more interested in showing you off than making money.”
I don't let it go to my head – but it's hard not to. It's so nice to feel special when you're just one small part of a massive harem of beautiful women. I just wish I could be special for something more than just being a new, shiny, virginal novelty.
With a sigh, I take the tray of fruits. The scent of fresh berries, sweet-fruit and apples flood my nostrils, tantalizing my nose. The smell reminds me of when I was younger and I’d risk everything to sneak into the gardens of those wealthy Sector 2 families – the ones who had so much more than me. I’d happily gorge myself on the ripe fruits, plucking them straight from the trees in those lavish gardens.
Smiling at the memory, I take the tray carefully, and return to the lounge.
As soon as I step through the door, the attention shifts to me. The three Aurelians, plus Harry and Paul Seer, all turn their heads to stare at me.
I half expect one of the Aurelians to activate the pleasure dress. I'm waiting for it at every second, tingling in anticipation, even though the dress naturally teases my body to the point of distraction; touching me in inappropriate places and relentlessly teasing me, stoking up the fire of my arousal.
After a moment, the Aurelians and the Seers turn back and renege in their discussion.
"…but this deal will weaken our family’s holdings,” Paul is complaining. “Yes, a large influx of capital is exactly what we’re looking for right now – but not at the expense of sacrificing our most fertile land holdings.”
His brother, Harry, injects: “Perhaps we can interest you in some of our other acreages. We have millions of plots on the southern hemisphere of Deemak.”
My job is to stand there, bearing the plates and looking pretty. Apparently, I can do both of those things to the satisfaction of the five negotiating businessmen.
Standing there gives me an opportunity to listen
