The hit of the milk on Zera’s tongue dropped her to her knees. Liquid pleasure ran through her blood, and she shuddered hard as her thighs clenched and her channel flexed. “Ohmygod. Where have you been all my life?”
Kit laughed and handed her the second shot. “I have already had mine. Go ahead.”
“How about we share it?” Zera took the shot and kissed Kit, causing her to flinch and moan when the milk hit her tongue.
They both shuddered and moaned. Zera shared what she could while she held herself upright.
She sat back and looked at Kit. “When did you learn you could do that?”
“I learned about the mood transfer when I was a teenager. It’s why I am usually so calm. I try and keep my emotions on the bright side. When I go dark, so does the emotion in the milk.” Kit chuckled. “I am usually too tired to masturbate, so I had nearly forgotten about the orgasm thing until Salat reminded me.”
“Yeah, that seems like the kind of thing he would notice.”
“Right, now I need to actually pump. This is getting messy. Kit reached for her bag and tidied up before attaching the pumps to her breasts. She flicked them on, and the collection unit began to extract.
“Why does the suction pulse?”
“Two reasons. It mimics human consumption, and it reduces the chance of burst blood vessels and mastitis.”
Zera watched and then thanked Kit for the demonstration. She went back to her office and made some arrangements for Kit’s birthday party. That girl really deserved to be celebrated.
The next morning was obnoxiously cheerful. Zera was dressed in a mourning dress, and Kit was at her side wearing black. They stood near the casket for a moment before it was closed, and then, they followed it to the front bench. Torun arrived, and Kit moved aside to let him sit next to Zera.
There were people from the program, team members, business moguls, and admirers, as well as friends of Susara’s parents. Words were spoken, music played, and Susa remained still and silent at the front of the chapel.
Zera felt big, fat tears streaking down her cheeks, and she held Torun’s hand during the service. She was numb. The line afterward was intense. Folks hugged her, shook her hand, stroked her cheek, and Kit stood just behind her through the whole thing.
When she needed to touch up her makeup, Kit went with her, and they were standing by the sinks when the door started to glow.
Kit took a step toward it with a weapon drawn. When someone came out of the portal, she shot, once to the leg, once to the head.
Zera was stunned at how calmly Kit pulled the trigger.
“Do we want out of here?” Kit’s voice was bland.
“We do.”
Kit shot into the portal, and another figure fell. “Right. Stand away from the wall.”
She took the weapon, twisted the control, and aimed it at the wall for a concussive blast. Four quick repeats, and they were out of the ladies’ room and standing near the parking lot. Kit quietly adjusted the weapon again, and they walked back to the crowd at the front of the chapel.
The funeral director came up to Zera and said, “We are proceeding to the mausoleum, Miss. If you are ready?”
Zera looked back at the direction they had come from and didn’t see any incoming personnel. “Yes, that is... I am ready.”
The casket was carried out on the shoulders of six of Susara’s patrons. They walked out of the chapel and down the gravel laneway. Zera’s gaze and senses were on high alert. Torun was one of the pallbearers, and she kept her gaze fixed on him.
Kit walked beside and behind her, but she was alert as well. It was nice to have someone have her back for no other reason than that they were friends.
“Something is going to happen.”
Kit snorted. “I know. Salat is cursing a blue streak. He’s surprisingly inventive for someone who doesn’t like cussing.”
“Well, we are going to a place with only one door.”
Kit chuckled. “I think I can pay for any damages.”
“Don’t worry about the damages; I can wear it.”
“Oh good. I am out of practice.”
“It didn’t look that way.”
“I guess it is like riding a cycle.” Kit smiled.
Zera sighed and watched them carry Susara into the family mausoleum and set next to her parents. When she had put three roses on her family caskets, she stepped out, and the stone door was set in place.
Susa was gone. Kit caught her as she slumped and brought her over to Torun. Zera smiled. Kit smelled like peaches and cream. It was comforting and hard to leave her when Zera was handed over.
Kit smiled and walked a few feet away, only to be surrounded by men from some of the teams.
Zera didn’t hear what she said, but she knew that Salat did, and anyone who stepped out of line would be spoken to politely but firmly at a later time.
“How are you holding up, Zera?” Torun’s voice was quiet.
“Pretty well, I think. Kit has been a godsend. She is charming, witty, and distracting as can be.”
He let out a low sigh. “There is a certain fresh-faced charm to her.”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t entertain any ideas. Her patron just signed an exclusive contract with her.”
“I am sure I could ask him to spare a night.”
Zera giggled. “I am sure you couldn’t. Her patron doesn’t get along with you.”
He looked at her with wide eyes. “He has an escort? I thought he was too freaky for that.”
“He was put on a supply file. He made specific requests, and when those requests were fulfillable, he was contacted, and he made a date.” Zera grinned. “I am happy for them both. She’s a hard fit as well.”
He wrapped an arm around her waist. “So, have you given any thought to my invitation?”
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