Page 34 of Indentured Companion
“Seductive Temptress.” Valerie gasps with outrage and presses a hand to her chest.
“Why Dynast? I am a pure and innocent lady.” I roll my neck to the side to look at her incredulously. She sniggers and can’t maintain the facade. “Okay no, I’m not, and I’m planning on tonguing your dick when we get home. For starters.”
“For starters?” I press my knees together and bump my shoulder with hers with a giggle. “And what shall you have for desert?”
“With the mood you’re in? An egg fired inside my pussy.” My cock thickens and lifts like an awakening serpent, so I press it down with one hand and cross my legs. Valerie spots this and snorts between the lips she chews together. “Did I wake cock-zilla?”
“Please don’t call my penis that.” She laughs and I adore that sound. “Would you like me to give your vagina a similar name?” I fluster, and try to ignore my building arousal.
“Oh, please do.” She folds her arms and rises to that challenge. “Would you like me to make some suggestions?”
“I would rather you didn’t.” This has backfired, and she’s loving it.
“Wanna plunge into my Pleasure Palace? Play hide and seek with my Penis flytrap?” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“Please stop.” I am blushing so hard I feel the heat, but we’re both laughing.
“Are you going to explore my twinkle cave? Get caught with your hand in my cookie jar?”
“Stop!” I am laughing so hard my eyes are watering.
“Are you sure? I have more. Like, do you want to slot-it into my deep pocket?” Her grin is devilish, and I beg for mercy.
“N-no more!” I drop my forehead to her shoulder, shaking I’m laughing so hard.
“I’m the daughter of a Miner. Did youreallythink you could out cringe me?”
“I surrender and apologise.”
“So you damn well should.” Valerie snorts and tips her head to nudge my brow with her cheek. “Thank you.” I lift my head, as there’s something more to her tone than playfulness. “Not for the pussy jokes, but for the rest of the talk. I was overthinking it and having a mini meltdown in here.” She taps her temple, and I press a kiss through my veil to her lips.
“You are most welcome Valerie. Thankyoufor trusting me.” She hit her tenderness threshold with a shudder, a fake cough in her throat, and a roll of her shoulders. She did very well to be so open with me for so long. I’m definitely making ground with her sharing her feelings with me.
“Oh look, we’re docking.” She points to the window. I lift my gaze and confirm our transfer shuttle is about to dock with the larger Gala vessel. “So, I’m Miss Stone in there, and you’re the Dynast.”
“Indeed.”
“Snobs ahoy.” She mutters under her breath, clearly not looking forward to mixing with the upper classes here. “Can we leave yet?”
“No.”
“Damn. Worth a try. Alright? Let’s get this over with.” She stands and offers her left hand to me. I stand with a smile and tenderly slide my fingers between hers to hold her hand. “I willnottell rude snobs to fuck off. I willnotthreaten to punch anyone. I willnotglare at idiots. Happy calm thoughts.” I smile and suppress a chuckle. She’s funny even when she’s not trying to be. She’s also not putting on airs. She is genuinely worried about doing all of the above, and I will need to do my best to help her resist temptation as well.
“I promise to deal with all snobs and idiots.”
“Good.” The door opens, and we give each other a nod, before walking through.
Chapter 25
Falling for him.
Valerie.
After going through the security gate and being practically detained for half an hour, we finally walk hand in hand into the swanky Gala. The whole place smells of money. Pearly white marble with black swirls resembling smoke was smooth and polished as far as the eye could see. The floors, walls, furniture and sweeping staircases were all made of it. Golden silk curtains and drapes framed priceless artwork. Tables surrounded the outer edges with golden place mats and coasters. I saw champagne bubbling in tall flower shaped glass flutes on the tables, and on platters being circulated by servers in black and white servant wear. Most are likely indentured servants like I am. Possibly escaping a whole host of debt, desperation, chasing a change of scenery, or saving up to make a big career move when it’s over. Some will even be seeking a higher apprenticeship in event management, and this is their first step on the ladder.
The guests all look like snobs. Wrapped in the finest fabrics, dripping in shiny metals and gem stones, and smelling of the most expensive fragrances. Every Theskian race is here. I can even see a large tank set in two marble hands the size of giants, where Tallahestra are swimming around. They speak to the guests on the outside of the tank either by using the inbuilt localises speakers on the glass, or by swimming up to call down from the rim above.
The ‘calibre’ of people swanning around may be way out of my league, but the scene itself isn’t all that unfamiliar. I’ve been to big parties thrown by the richest of the Merchant Caste plenty of times with my father over the years. He made a point of bringing me along so I learned the names and faces of everyone who was important. I was, after all, supposed to take over the business.
