O'Connell's Blind Date - [P]

At the evening meal in the palace of the High Advisor, Guardian Ramesh O'Connell practically wolfed his food down, finishing well ahead of everyone else. Ensign Eric Bauer glanced towards Darcina to see if she had noticed Ramesh's eagerness to be done with dinner. From the sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she had. As usual, she was wearing an elaborate gown made of some exotic material.

The older men, of course, were discussing politics. Commissioner Anderson said, "At the meeting with the Council, they sounded very confident that they would soon have this rebellion . . . these . . . Disrupters . . . under control, I will grant you that. But one thing which I've noticed, the inhabitants of Stratos are totally dependent on Troglyte labor."

"For manual labor, yes," the High Advisor Ishlass answered. "That is how it should be. It frees up those of us who live among the clouds to pursue more important endeavors. Art, literature, philosophy, science."

"And politics," Doctor Philip Boyce added.

"And politics," Ishlass nodded.

"I don't know," Anderson continued with his line of reasoning, "Those who receive the rewards are totally separated from those who shoulder the burdens. Is that wise?"

"The Troglytes are fed, clothed, and housed," Ishass countered. "What more could they want? You forget, they are little more than animals."

"Your domestic servants seem to be far, far more than animals," Anderson replied. "Aren't they Troglytes?"

"There are always exceptions," Ishlass waved his hand dismissively in the air.

"You say that no one is allowed up to Stratos from the surface without . . . a transport card?" Anderson asked.

"That is correct," Ishlass nodded his head. "That is why Stratos City is probably the safest place in the Galaxy. Here, high in the Clouds. Among the heavens."

"But what if some of your domestic servants are Disrupters?" Anderson asked.

Ishlass scoffed at the idea. "Not possible. Our butler has been in the family for decades. As was his father before him. My daughter's personal maid is completely devoted to her, isn't she, Darcina?"

"Yes, father," Darcina answered. Clearing her throat, she said, "I know how long these philosophical discourses with off-worlders can go on. Would you mind terribly if Eric and I excused ourselves?"

Laughing, Ishlass answered, "No, no. You two run along. I know that I subject you to this after dinner '****' way too often."

As she arose, she asked Guardian O'Connell, "Would you care to join us, Ramesh?"

Ramesh leaned forward over the table, looking towards Anderson for permission. The Commissioner smiled and said, "Go ahead. I am perfectly safe up here in heaven . . . Unless Lucifer is here."

Eric's head jerked around to stare at the Commissioner, surprised that a Merakian would be familiar with Terran mythology. He was doubly surprised when Doctor Boyce reached for a piece of fruit from the silver bowl in the center of the table. It looked exactly like an apple. Perhaps from an imported tree? "Sometimes one does not need an Archangel. Sometimes all it takes is a lone serpent."

The elderly man bit into the apple.

Once the young people were out in the hallway, Darcina told them, "O.K. I'll meet you downstairs in thirty minutes."

The two men nodded their heads and she scurried off.

"Wow, this place looks like some sort of medieval dungeon," Ramesh exclaimed when he and Eric walked into the cavernous room. Examining the various pieces of furniture and devices, they speculated on their usages. Roughly a half hour later the door was opened and they turned to see Darcina entering. Accompanied by her personal maid, Lavella.

Both women were wearing tunics and high heel sandals with ankle straps. Lavella's was a simple garment, appearing to be made of cotton or linen. The sleeveless, slip over apparel reached to mid-thigh, and was belted at the waist. Darcina was similarly attired, except her tunic had a shimmering quality to it, with gold stitching around the neck and hem. Each was carrying a shopping bag.

When introductions were made and Lavella called O'Connell 'Master Ramesh', Eric could not get over the inherent irony of it. Here the young woman was, about to fuck the Security Guard up the ass, but she was calling him 'Master'.

Darcina reached into her bag and handed Eric a pair of thong sandals (or 'flip-flops'). Lavella did the same with Ramesh.

"Alright, gentlemen," the tall, slender-but-busty blonde announced. "Put those on . . . And take everything else off."

Ramesh's fingers were actually shaking from excitement as he unbuttoned, unbuckled, and unzipped his clothing. His excitement was further heightened (and his shaking intensified) when he saw that Lavella was staring intently at him as he disrobed. She appeared to be the same age as Darcina's twenty-one years, but she was shorter and shapelier, with rounder hips and a heavier ass. Dark brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders in thick, luxurious waves. Her smoky eyes took in his every move and her full lips were parted in anticipation.

Once the men were completely naked, except for their sandals, Darcina pointed to two short, sturdy tables and told them to move the tables to the center of the room. The tables were made of heavy wood, each top being five-feet by five feet with eighteen-inch long legs. It took both Eric and Ramesh, standing on opposite sides of the table, to lift it. Crab-walking in unison, they took it over to the area indicated. When they went to move the other table next to the first one, Darcina said, "No, no. Place them about six feet apart." Brushing her graceful fingers underneath Eric's chin, she winked and told him. "If you put them next to each other, that would look gay. You don't want anyone thinking you are gay, do you?" Stepping away from him, she repeated, "Six feet apart."

With the tables placed to Darcina's satisfaction, she removed the belt from around her tunic and pulled a harness and a dildo out of the shopping bag. After slipping the pink artificial cock through the stainless steel O-ring, she held the harness out in front of her. The straps at the bottom of the front piece connected with the waist belt, forming two loops. She stepped into those loops, one at a time, lifting the bottom of her tunic in the process. Eric and Ramesh could see that she was not wearing any panties. Hoisting the front of her tunic up past her hips, she tucked the hem into the belt of the harness. She was now ready to go.

Lavella did the same, only when she stepped into the loops of her harness, everyone could see a hairy bush instead of a sparsely covered pussy like Darcina had.

"Up on the tables on all fours, gentlemen," the tall blonde said. "Kneel as close to the edge as you can."

The men briefly exchanged glances before doing as they were told. Both were embarrassed by the fact that their cocks, balls, and most embarrassing of all, their anuses were on open display to the two young women. Ramesh in particular; Darcina had already seen and physically explored Eric's rectum before.

The last thing Darcina took out of her shopping bag was a tube of lubricating gel and walked up to stand between Eric's feet and lower legs. Just to her left was Lavella, looking over Darcina's shoulder to see how a man should be prepped for a pegging.