Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“Hello, this is Lil’ Choo-choo, the private secretary of Mistress Hottalot, the Chief Agent of Opulex returning your call,” he said briskly, speaking to Sky’lar. “But you can call me Lil’ Choo for short. What can I do for you today, Mistress…?”
“Mistress Sky’lar from Portex Three,” Sky’lar said, taking charge at once. “I need to speak to the Chief Agent—it’s of the utmost importance.”
“I’m afraid that Chief Agent Hottalot isn’t available right now,” the little male said dismissively. “If you’d like to leave a message, I can have her contact you within a day or two.”
Sky’lar gave him an icy stare.
“That is not acceptable,” she snapped. “Did you hear me? I came all the way from Portex Three to speak to the Chief Agent. It’s about the murders of your Sacred Seven!” She bared her fangs at him and hissed, as though to get her point across.
Lil’ Choo’s eyes went wide and he blanched, his face going pale under the sparkly makeup he wore.
“Oh, my Goddess! Please, forgive me, Mistress!” he exclaimed, shaking his head until his pink poof of hair quivered. “Regrettably, Chief Agent Hottalot is at a formal event right now, and I can’t pull her out. But if you’d like to come down to the planet’s surface, I can get you into the venue where she is so you can talk to her. Will that be acceptable?”
That seemed to be the best offer they were going to get, Torin thought. Sky’lar must have thought so too, because she nodded her head regally.
“I and my bodyslave will be there directly,” she said. “Send me the coordinates.”
“Yes, Mistress Sky’lar,” the little male said humbly. “Sending coordinates now. Er…” He hesitated as though he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure if he might offend her or not.
“What is it?” Sky’lar snapped. “Why are you hesitating?”
“Well, it’s just that this is a very formal event—all the best people are there.” Lil’ Choo spoke apologetically.
Sky’lar raised one eyebrow and leaned forward.
“Are you implying that I am not good enough to enter this event?”
“What? Oh no! No, Mistress—I would never say anything like that!” Lil’ Choo nearly gasped, his big blue eyes going wide again. “Please, I’m only saying that you’re not really dressed for an event of this type. Forgive me, but do you have any formal clothing to change into?”
“I most certainly do not!” Sky’lar snapped. “I came here to talk about a murder investigation—not attend a fancy party!”
“Well, I think you’re about my Mistress’s size.” The little male was eyeing her speculatively. “And I’m sure given the gravity of the situation, she won’t mind if you wear something of hers to the event. I’ll have several outfits waiting for you to choose from by the time you land.”
“Very well—that will be acceptable.” Sky’lar nodded.
“Thank you, Mistress Sky’lar.” Lil’ Choo sounded relieved that she was accepting his solution. “I’ve sent the landing coordinates—I’ll see you soon!”
The viewscreen went blank at last as the little male disappeared, probably to go get some clothing choices for Sky’lar.
Torin looked down at the coordinates.
“Well—these are right in the heart of Opulex. This must be some party we’re about to attend.”
“At least you’ll get to see me in something besides my uniform—since it seems to bother you so much,” Sky’lar remarked and he couldn’t tell if she was joking or not. “Finally I’ll be properly covered, so you can keep your eyes to yourself,” she added, arching an eyebrow at him.
Torin thought—but didn’t say—that she liked it when he watched her and looked at her beautiful, curvy body. He’d smelled her desire in the air when she was walking around him, touching him. And the way she’d thrust out her breasts when she demanded he not look at her, almost as though she was daring him to disobey…Oh yes, Special Agent Sky’lar—or should he say Mistress Sky’lar now—definitely liked it when he looked at her. And Torin fucking liked looking, too.
“You don’t know a damn thing about Yonnite fashion, do you?” he growled. “If you think you’ll be properly covered wearing their clothes, you’ve got another think coming.”
Sky’lar frowned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“How do you think they have their bodyslaves kiss their undergarments? By making sure they’re visible at all times,” Torin told her. “It’s a mark of status for a Yonnite Mistress to flaunt her body.”
Sky’lar’s frown deepened.
“So I’ll have to wear undergarments? I don’t like anything that makes me itch or sits too close to my sensitive areas.”
“That damn uniform you’ve got on is awfully close,” Torin remarked, casting a quick glance between her thighs.
“That’s different—my uniform breathes. The mesh it’s made of is a special fabric that molds to my body without irritating my skin,” Sky’lar said—but she didn’t tell him not to look at her, Torin noticed. In fact, she spread her legs a little wider, allowing him a better look at her plump pussy lips. Gods…