The Honeymoon Suite

The elevator doors whooshed open with a particularly hydraulic sound. I could have sworn it was just for effect, and I stepped into the long hallway with a bit of anticipation. The Princess wasn't going to be happy, and the last thing I wanted was her yelling at me again. Nothing against her flashing eyes and trembling lips, but the princess was ugly when she was angry.

"Ok... I can do this. I'm a good Mawg..." I nodded my head up and down. "Just... open the door, and pretend I don't see what she's not got on."

My mind flashed back to the extremely complicated knots I'd been tying on Vespa's wrists, as she sat there comfortably under her blanket and waited. It had been a heck of a job to do, and even with opposable thumbs, there's only so much a simple mawg can be expected to do. Once I was done I had grabbed the blanket, averted my eyes as ordered and shut the door. It had been a good plan I thought. Nice romantic atmosphere, head on down to the casino, and get my buddy to finally get around to actually sleeping with his wife this vacation.

That's how it was supposed to go. I opened the brightly white painted door, and noted the trail of rose petals that I'd carefully laid right to the partially open bedroom door. Dammit, had to remember to get that one under the sofa before the maids in here charged us for the extra soil and filth surcharge. Learned the hard way about hotels on this planet. Leave the place exactly as you found it or they made you pay one way or another. I was so busy noting my own work that I almost hadn't noticed the dramatic change in the rest of the place, with deep lighting that generated angular shadows about the place.

"Before you come in here sweetie, I had Barf lay out your favorite!" The sweet sound of the princess' happy voice came from the bedroom. "Just check the fridge."

I winced at the thought of the taste of one of my buddy's Chevy Lagers. It was an imported beer, and a lot of guys from the Ford galaxy seemed to like them, but looking at it cooling in its little brown container of dry ice, I wasn't so sure about it. The Princess had been very specific that it needed to be kept below zero degrees and I wasn't going to grab something that was specifically laid out for my buddy. That'd just be mean.

"Oh and don't talk... just once, I want that special fantasy we talked about!" Vespa shouted again from the bedroom, and I whimpered nervously as I looked back and forth from the bedroom door to the suite door. Uhm... think... What would Lone Starr do? Dammit, I can't have somebody else do it for me, I don't have any money.

I was lost in contemplation, when I heard the hissing sound of what sounded exactly like a poisonous snake behind me. For some reason an exposed steam pipe ran directly through the top of the honeymoon suite and occasionally belched a plume of mist at random. I was confused for a moment, before turning and looking at the local ambiance setting and noted that the Princess had set the mood music incorrectly, and rather than the Romantic playlist and sweet heavenly ambiance which I had planned for her and her buddy to have their first... uhm... well, I mean, kid that... you know... it's not their first anything. I uh... I totally misspoke there, never mind, sorry about that. Where was I? Oh yah, Well, The Princess had it set one higher than Romance, and the indicator clearly pointed towards another playlist that I had made specifically ONLY for her private time. I uh... well, it was another word that starts with R, and the music had a fairly thick pulsing beat.

I took in another sniff, and the tantalizing scent of a woman came to my nostrils. Not only a woman, but aroused. Crap... uhm... I shouldn't go in there. When anything in my lower body gets going... well it has a mind of it's own, and the Princess didn't need to be dealing with that.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" The princess' voice became slightly seductive from the bedroom, and I steeled myself. Dammit, she's already started playing the game. Just walk in and announce myself and keep my eyes to myself... right...

I placed my hand on the bedroom door and pushed it open, revealing the sight of the princess, tied exactly as I'd left her, only now I actually got a chance to see what my work looked like. I have to admit I'd done a heck of a job securing her legs to the four poster bed, and the job I'd done on her wrists was pretty good. Not too tight, not too loose. The Blindfold looked great, and it really set off her black hair perfectly as it lay across the pillow. Her face bore an expression of anticipation and as I watched she licked her lips seductively.

"Don't you touch me..." She spat out with a grin, and I felt another inch of my cock slip free of my sheath beneath my jumpsuit. My eyes moved from my work to the body it adorned, and I couldn't help but think how all this was going to waste. Course, my buddy had his reasons, but I just couldn't see how spacebucks were more important.