Kit muttered, “No, I will not take pictures of that. Not even if you beg. No bargaining. Yes, I am guessing that if she is asking, it is because it will be on the news or in a tabloid or something.”
Zera laughed. “I will see what I can arrange. So, Kit, when is your birthday?”
“Uh, a week from this Thursday.”
“Nice. What do you want?”
“What?”
“For your birthday. What do you want as a present?” Zera smiled slyly.
“You are evil.”
Zera laughed. “Which one of us are you talking to?”
“Both.”
“Well, what is it. What do you want for your birthday?”
“I... don’t celebrate it. My activation kicked in on my birthday, and that was when my life went to shit. Next thing I knew, I was checked into activation camp and then came the lawsuit, and I was on my own. I see it as the start of a disaster, not something to be celebrated. Maybe I should put up a cenotaph and deal with it that way.”
“Oh, Khytten. I am sorry.” Zera took her hand.
“No, it’s not a problem. I know you will probably be back to business as usual, but I wouldn’t mind another girls’ night out. I don’t have much of that in my life.”
Zera smiled. “I think I can arrange something.”
“Why am I suddenly uneasy? The look on your face is chilling.”
“Because you are very smart, Kit.” Zera patted her leg. “Now, let’s have dinner, and we can talk about your party.”
“Party?” There was panic in her eyes.
“Yeah. I think this is going to be quite the event.”
“Zera, no, please, I will do anything, but no party.”
“Oh, you beg so sweetly; no wonder Salat is smitten.”
Zera could tell that Salat was laughing as Khytten covered her face. She would have a nice party with patrons and other escorts, no masks required, but the escorts could wear them if they wanted. She really hoped that Salat could make it, or their contract was going to be the subject of conversation frequently as the patrons got one look in Khytten’s eyes and were smitten by her shy innocence.
Chapter Sixteen
Halfway through dinner, Zera needed to ask, “Kit, will you come to Susa’s funeral tomorrow?”
Kit looked at her with wide eyes. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“I need all the friends there that I can get.” Zera added in a low singsong. “I can get you some light weaponry.”
Kit’s eyes glowed. “You can?”
“Sure. I have a bunch in my research and development department. Better than peacekeeper issue. Pulse weapons with fast recovery time.”
Kit looked at her, all breathy. “Zera, are you trying to seduce me?”
Zera laughed. “No, but it’s nice to know your sweet spot. What would you do for a rocket launcher?”
Kit leaned in and whispered with her hand over one ear so it would muffle what Salat could hear.
Zera listened to the graphic proposition, and Zera blinked in surprise. “Wow. That’s... detailed. Sorry, Salat, I am going to have to cancel your exclusive contract. Her mouth alone could make millions.”
Zera laughed when her com lit up with angry threats.
Kit whispered, “She was kidding, Patron. I don’t cheat once I have made up my mind.”
Zera handed a recording unit to the server. “Take a video, please.”
Kit leaned toward her, and Zera turned her head and kissed her with a slow kiss that rapidly got out of control. Kit whimpered, and Zera blinked and lifted her head. “Oh, wow. It’s a shame I never got to sleep with you.”
The server was standing there with a hot blush on her cheeks, and she handed the recording unit back. “Thank you, ladies.”
Zera grinned. “I think we have improved her world outlook.”
“What are you doing?”
Zera uploaded the video to Salat’s account. “I promised him a copy of the kiss. Damn, I wish that I could have gotten to you before the contract.”
Kit asked, “Uh, why?”
“Because my activity is to enhance others. I increase power and precision.”
“How?”
“With pleasure. Giving or receiving.” Zera grinned. “I can go either way.”
Kit sat still.
“What is he saying?” Zera was smirking.
“It isn’t really words; it is just a long, low growl.”
She giggled, and they saw the dessert cart. A look from Zera, and it was brought over. They showed it no mercy.
In the transport back to the base, Kit asked, “Do you always eat on the VIP platform?”
“That is up to the discretion of the restauranteur. They can put us up there or in the back. Today, we looked good, and the kiss got quite a bit of attention. How is Salat’s situation?”
Kit smiled slightly. “I think he’s purring.”
Zera laughed. He had always been horribly intimidating, and she was never invited on a date by him. It turned out she literally wasn’t his type. Kit was his ideal woman, and there was a lot more to her than there appeared to be at first glance. Her fascination with weaponry was eye-opening.
They headed back to BDC, and in the elevator, Zera asked, “Did you want to see those weapons?”
“Sure, but I have to take care of things for a few minutes.”
“Oh. Right. So, you are pretty much tethered then.” Having a physical restraint would be rough.
“Well, Salat got me a backpack with a pump kit in a really quiet design. It does a good job, too.”
“What does it feel like?”
Kit laughed. “Like two suction cups attached to your tits pulling rhythmically. No romance, a little bit of hormonal action, and embarrassing. I can show you a fun trick if you can find two shot glasses.”
Zera blinked. “A trick? Like what?”
“I can capture an orgasm in a glass, but the process is going to be embarrassing.”
Intrigued, she said, “What will it take?”
“I can express a bit when I orgasm, and it freezes the hormones in that moment.”
“Ask Salat if I can help.” Zera smiled.
Kit blushed. “He said yes if he can listen.”
“If we put masks on, we can record it, and he can watch.”
Kit winced. “Uh, he said yes.”
Zera got to watch Kit’s milk-white skin writhing and undulating as she
