“We’ll be there. Tomorrow morning, before the sun burns the day.”
I sit up sharply. That will be my chance. Tomorrow, all three of the Aurelians will be gone, touring the new lands they’d just purchased.
Tomorrow, I could walk boldly into Gallus’s bedchamber and just take those watches.
Oblivious to my scheming, the five men all stand from their seats; the Aurelians towering over the humans. I sit still in the seat as they all leave the room.
When I’m finally alone I shake my head slowly.
I just watched a half-billion-credit deal go down. I was privy to one of the biggest business ventures on the planet.
Me! A street urchin, a criminal, and a petty thief!
I put down the tray with the empty bowls and flop down into one of the huge cushions in front of the hookah. I glance around nervously…
…and then realize I have nothing to be nervous about. I’m allowed to be here, and I’m allowed to treat this place as if I live here.
So, I grab one of the hoses and draw a deep lungful of the slightly sweet smoke. My left hand caresses all over my body as I do so, touching the smooth fabric of the pleasure dress – which continues to behave as though it’s alive.
I relish the feeling of utter desire that’s building and building up inside of me. It’s like an unstoppable force. I feel like the pleasure dress alone might be enough to send me over the edge, but in my heart…
…and between my thighs…
…I know it’s the Aurelians I crave.
I sit there, squirming with my thoughts. Suddenly, the door opens behind me.
I spin around, watching as the Aurelians return – their business clearly concluded. There was no dinner; because the Seers came here to feast on profit, not produce.
But I’d expected to see jubilation on the faces of those towering Aurelians – victory, made even sweeter because there had been no loser in the negotiation.
But, instead, the instant the three towering lay eyes on me – kneeling on the cushion, squirming in the pleasure dress – their expressions turn stern.
“You sealed the deal,” I murmur, looking up at them nervously. “Will you be celebrating?”
The harsh look in all three of the alien’s eyes suddenly gives me pause.
Gallus growls as he steps forward. “What kind of servant are you? Lounging on the sofa, dirty dishes on the floor?”
I stiffen. My mouth drops. I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not…
…but then, the pleasure dress hums to a much higher level than before.
Suddenly, I understand the game. I gasp as sensation floods my body, and I can barely hold onto my mind as the delicious feeling floods my nerve endings with stimulation.
It’s as if a lightning bolt of shock is suddenly crackling between my legs. I gasp and shift, pulling the dress away from where it’s fallen between my thighs, pressed against my slit.
The fabric actually fights against my hands – not with force, but with sentience; gently pulling itself back to cling to my body and every other sensitive erogenous zone I have. It’s as if the dress has a mind of its own.
“I’m sorry, sir,” my voice is ragged, as I slip into the role they’re clearly demanding of me. It’s a role I’m happy to fill; my submissive instincts flooding to the surface. “I…I made a mistake.”
My voice is oh-so-submissive and I fucking love it. I’m turning myself on by acting this way and the tents rising in the front of the Aurelians’ togas reveal that I’m turning them on just as much.
Suddenly, I don’t know where the line is drawn any more – how much I’m playing the part and how much I’m actually simply living the situation.
Varian snaps his finger – a sharp, cracking sound that demands my full attention.
“To the dining room, slut. You’ll sit under the table...”
“…like our pet,” Cyrus adds.
I moan, audibly. The word ‘pet’ is like a kiss against my swollen clitoris. The way Cyrus demands I act like a pet – an animal, and their property – makes my pussy flood with wetness.
My cheeks blush red with shame at my arousal. Why do those degrading words turn me on so much?
Gallus steps forward, towering over me. I cower beneath him, looking up at the tent in his toga, and the intensity of his slate-grey eyes.
He reaches down, grabbing my arm and pulling me up to my feet. There’s nothing rough or forceful about it – just irresistible. He’s as silently powerful as one of the sandstorms that ravishes the capital city, and I’m as helpless against him as I would be against one of those devastating storms.
He’s a force of nature.
Gallus drags me up, and it’s as though I’m weightless. I’m reminded again of how huge the Aurelians are compared to me. I moan out as I rise – one of the other Aurelians touching their control ring and ensuring the torment of that shimmering, squirming pleasure dress reaches a crescendo…
…and then suddenly stops.
I gasp and moan, mewling in disappointment.
They turned it off right before it would have brought me to a sweet, climactic release.
I understand now the purpose of this deliciously devious dress. It’s not designed to give me any release, but to keep me tantalized and utterly turned on; so I lose what little resistance I already had.
I could rip it off. I could sit under the dining table as commanded, but be completely naked…
I’m disturbed how that part of all this I’ve already accepted.
…but if I show such defiance, I know I’ll be punished at the strong, spanking hand of Gallus.
Oh, Gods! I’m really going to wait for them under the table? This is really going to be my life?
“You understand?” Gallus growls.
“Yes… sir,” I reply, and turn to rush out the room.
His huge hands slaps against my ass as
