Zai scares the shit out of me when she says, “Tim is a bit weird about some things. He thinks a captain should always be on the bridge. He made that … thing. I don’t understand humans sometimes.”
I giggle as I reply, “Human humor is a bit odd. Even we don’t get it all the time, so you’re in good company there, Zai. Hey, would you mind if I go in and talk to Tim for a while?”
Zai questions me, “Talk? Just talk?”
I blush and answer, “Yeah, just a quick chat.”
Zai teases me as she says, “OK, I will open a comm channel to his room. Start talking now.”
I use my hands to motion stop.
Zai asks me, “I thought you wanted to talk to him?”
She is making this so hard, “If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re a real woman. When I say talk at this hour at night, I really mean more than talk. Must I spell it out for you?”
I swear Zai sounds embarrassed, “Ummm, no. I think I understand now. How about you go right in. He has been in there about twenty minutes and just finished a shower.”
I go down the stairs, open Tim’s door, and walk into his room. As I turn around, Tim is standing in his room, naked. It’s quite the sight with his limp dick hanging between his legs. It’s not very impressive looking. I freeze while he is drying his hair with a quick back and forth motion that leaves his hair frizzy.
It’s my giggle at the frizzy hair that makes him freeze and turn towards me. He looks more curious than mad.
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Tim’s point of view:
“This is my room.” I gruffly ask, “Did you get lost?
Tamara laughs as she turns a light red from embarrassment, “We got a lot done once we all started helping. No way mom was taking orders from a man. We had to convince her that you did not demand it; it was more of a suggestion. That made it OK because she changed the ask slightly, and we are now following her plan. It’s a new way to look at the situation. That’s always a positive thing when negotiating.”
I ask again, “That explains why you’re in my bedroom gawking at my naked body? I would sit for eternity in a prison cell if I did the same to you. This world is so unfair; it makes me sick.”
I place the towel over my head and sit on the edge of the bed. She sits next to me and reaches for my hand. I pull it away. She reaches over and grabs it. I relent. I am tired and don’t want to play her game.
She says in a soft voice, “I want to learn about having sex with you. I want to know what I’m missing out on.”
I am just as soft when I whisper, “Bull shit. You want sex and can’t get any because they’re your sisters and mom. I’m the only breathing body left.”
Tamara floors me when she says, “Oh no. You’re so wrong. We have been playing with each other as soon as we hit eighteen. Our bodies, our home, our rules. Besides, it’s far more common than you would think.”
I am speechless.
I am silent, then giggle softly, and then I say amusingly, “Men are being oppressed, so we don’t ruin society. Women takes over and does far worse than man would have. How ironic.”
She laughs, “You’re a bit dramatic. Our society is doing just fine.”
I counter, “Not from my perspective.”
Tamara asks me curiously, “Are you trying to distract me? I came in here to have sex with a Level Five man. From what I see, you have a small limp noodle, not a rigid bar of steel. I think you have been overselling yourself. I think I will just go back to my room.”
She stands up, walks to the door, opens it, and then asks, “Aren’t you going to stop me?”
I knew it.
I chuckle, moving my belly, “I didn’t want you in my room in the first place. You then insult me, call me a liar, and prove how naive you are. So no, I’m not going to stop you. I really do want you to leave.” I raise my voice, “GO!”
She slips back in, closes the door, and then in an adorable move, she holds the door closed with her back, preventing both of us from leaving. She gives me an innocent, sweet smile. Oh fuck. I’m going to be in so much trouble with mom.
Tamara whispers, “What did you mean by me being naïve? I am part of the Queen’s family, which rules over 900 planets. I have seen many worlds, negotiated deals, and built masterful buildings. I make a difference.”
I laugh, “You know nothing of men; part of your family rules, the other part has fewer rights than your pets. I have seen hundreds of planets and countless races. Your people negotiated the deals, and others built those buildings; you just paid for them and pointed at where it should go.
“Face it, you don’t do shit. About men … you are clueless. What happens to your nipples when you get excited? They get hard. Guess what bitch, the same happens for men. Why am I soft? Nothing here interests me. That’s right, you don’t turn me on. You aren’t good enough. Now go back to your room, so I can get some sleep.”
The bitch plays hardball. She pulls her belt on one side, breaking the knot holding the gown together. Her body sways back and forth. I’m mesmerized; I can’t move. I am in her control. She flexes her shoulders, throws her arms out wide, and the robe slowly slides off her shoulders, arms, and then onto the floor. No bra. No panties. A beautiful, naked woman is standing in front of me. She has light brown shoulder-length straight hair, emerald-colored eyes, and I am guessing a 32D-27-30 body.
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