Page 89 of M!lked For His Pleasure

Self pleasure was not allowed. They would take care of any grooming needs. It even went over how they wanted to be pleased sexually. Apparently, they really liked getting their dicks sucked and wanted it regularly.

And of course, that I would happily consent to being milked by machine or by the aliens themselves. At the end of the contract, they’d added a clause stating that if I was unhappy being a cow at the end of a full year starting today, I’d be returned to Earth with a million Canadian dollars.

“It needs some revisions. I will need one million, five hundred thousand dollars to cover my lost wages.” Biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from smiling, I schooled my features and returned my gaze to the aliens. “I want to sit and eat one meal a day as a human. A fully clothed human. During thattime, I will be allowed to speak freely. We can use the time to discuss how things are going, and any changes that we’d like to see happen.”

They huddled up and after a bit of whispering, separated.

“Accepted with one revision. There will be no need for clothing,” Exton said. “We are the only ones here and it is pointless to clothe such beauty.”

“Fine. I will stay naked, you neanderthals,” I huffed.

“What job did you do on Earth to earn that much money?” Taclan narrowed his eyes at me.

Shit. There was no way they’d believe I made that kind of money in my line of work. “Um, I was an entertainer.”

“Oh,” Exton said. “You must have been very good at entertaining to earn such a high amount.”

Taclan tilted his head to the side. “Accepted. If that will be all?—”

I held up my hand. “I’m just getting started. I have certain needs that you have not been meeting.”

A loud growl came from Osin, and he jumped to his feet. “That is a lie!” Exton and Taclan followed suit and took an arm on either side as he shouted, “We take the very best care of our cows.”

The glare I sent him, and Taclan’s hand on his shoulder silenced him. “I need coffee every morning, a toothbrush and toothpaste, dental floss, and books to name a few. Oh, and feminine hygiene products for when that time of the month comes. I will be adding things as we go.”

Osin let out a huff and they huddled up again.

A moment later, Exton stepped away. “We do not understand what feminine hygiene is. Or dental floss.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. I cleared my throat. How does one explain menstrual cycles to aliens?

“Every month I will get my period. Blood will come?—”

“That’s enough,” Taclan says. “We understand the human reproductive cycle. You will have no need of those supplies as the drug you were given will stop…that.” He gestured toward my lower half. “If you choose to breed, we have a drug to reverse the effects.”

I blinked over at them, unsure what to say. “Well. Handy. But no, I won’t bebreeding.” I cleared my throat. “Dental floss is a string-like substance that you run between your teeth to clean them.”

“Oh, we have better items for teeth care. I will show you later.”

I nodded. “Okay then. And the rest of the items?”

“Accepted,” Taclan stated when they sat back. “But it may take time to find some of your Earth items.”

“That’s fine, but you have to honestly attempt to procure them.” I tapped my fingers against the table. “I need to exercise more, and I need sunlight. I understand that your grass is modified to give us all the nutrients we need, but food is an integral part of a human’s lifestyle. I need real food and quite frankly, so do the rest of your cows if you want to keep them happy.”

Now all three of them were glaring. Before they could get into it, I added. “Also, well we’re speaking freely, your cows want more from life than the barn and pasture. Why not take them for field trips? Let them watch Earth tv if that’s possible, or give them books and games? Something to engage their minds.”

I thought Osin’s head was going to explode from the way he was holding his breath. Taclan’s antennae twitched through the air. Exton simply smiled at me.

“I think we should give her ideas some thought,” Exton said. “I think it’s obvious that we are out of our depth and who better to teach us about our human cows, than a human?” He sat back down across from me. “You see, 3592, we were soldiers beforecoming here, our friendship forged in the heat of many battles. Fighting was the only thing we know how to do, but after many moons of traveling from one war to another, we grew weary of it and longed to put down roots. When Osin inherited the farm, Taclan and I decided to throw in with him and now we’re equal partners.”

“Why would you tell her that?” Taclan grumbled.

“Yeah, now she’s going to think she can walk all over us,” Osin smacked Exton before throwing himself into his chair in a huff. “And the Furlites have done a fine job teaching us. Why would we change what’s working?”

“Who are the Furlites,” I asked.

“The farmers in the barn. Furlites is their species name. They’ve been looking after human cows for a very long time, so we should trust them,” Taclan replied as Osin continued to glare at me.

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