She yanked on the leather leash attached to the collar around Stone’s neck and her partner dropped to his knees at once and bowed low.
“As my Mistress commands,” he murmured.
“We see…We see…” Xempi Gozeriam burbled. “Do you know, we generally must cast other actors for your Yonnite pornography because we do not often get true Yonnites here. They tend to have enough wealth of their own without performing for us, to earn more. Have you fallen on hard times, Mistress Cassandra?”
Cassie thought fast, remembering the cover story she and Stone had cooked up.
“My financial problems are not known on my own planet, your Greatness” she said respectfully. “And I would rather not go into detail about them here. Sufficient to say that I have a rival who is attempting to buy my best dream gas mine and I need capital in order to fend her off. If I go to a local bank, she will know that I am in trouble. But by earning the credit I need here, well…”
She let the sentence trail off, shrugging expressively.
“So you wish to earn without your rival being the wiser. A difficult problem indeed,” burbled Gozeriam. “But easily solved if your performance is to our liking.”
“I thank you for giving me a chance, your Slimefullness,” Cassie said, nodding her head.
“We have not offered you employment yet, Mistress,” Xempi Gozeriam rumbled sternly. “First we must witness your display and see if hiring you for our Yonnite pornography would make good business sense.”
“My…display?” Cassie’s voice went high and she cleared her throat and managed to bring it back to a normal tone. “What display is that, your Slimefullness?” she asked, keeping a straight face.
“Why, the one you will put on for us in order that we may judge your performance,” Gozeriam burbled. “But first, have your body-slave rise so that we may examine the two of you together.”
“Rise, Stone.” Cassie tugged on the leash and Stone rose smoothly from his place at her feet.
“Now turn around, the both of you, that we might see you from all angles,” Gozeriam commanded.
Feeling slightly ridiculous, Cassie did as he said and Stone did as well.
“Hmmm…both of you are attractive enough on your own, as humanoids go. Now order your slave to put his arms around you,” was Gozeriam’s next command. “We wish to see you together, to judge the aesthetic value of your pairing.”
“Stone, embrace me,” Cassie demanded, keeping up her Yonnite Mistress persona, though it felt strange to order her partner to hug her.
Stone came to her at once and put his arms around her, holding her close to him. Cassie pressed her face to her partner’s broad, bare chest and breathed in his spicy, warm scent. It should have felt awkward but it didn’t. In fact, she found herself melting against him. In this strange, alien place, Stone felt like home to her and his muscular arms encircling her made her feel safe and protected.
“Hmmm…” Xempi Gozeriam seemed to be considering them. The thick, shimmering layer of slime that covered his body had turned from grayish-purple to a pale shade of blue, which Cassie considered a good sign. At least he seemed interested—if what Pocker had said about the different colors was right, anyway.
“Hmmm,” he rumbled again. “The two of you look well together, yet you are somewhat mismatched in size. Your body-slave is much bigger than you are, Mistress Cassandra. Are you not the same species?”
Luckily, they had prepared for this question, too.
“Stone is a Blood Kindred,” Cassie said quickly. “He was taken by pirates from his people at a young age and raised to serve. I bought him at the Flesh Bazaar five cycles ago precisely because I liked his size and strength. The bigger and stronger one’s body-slave is, the higher one’s status on my home planet of Yonnie Six.”
Which was true, at least according to Stone, who seemed to know a lot about the strange world Cassie was claiming to be from.
“We see…yes, we see…” Gozeriam burbled, nodding ponderously. “Very well, then, if the size difference is acceptable—even preferable—to your people, then it should not present a problem. But let us see your body-slave’s shaft.”
Cassie swallowed hard.
“His…you want me to show you his…”
“His shaft,” Xempi Gozeriam repeated, somewhat impatiently and the slime around him began to take on the slightest yellow tinge. As though to illustrate his point, part of the slime suddenly extended into the air in front of him in a distinctly phallic shape.
“Ah yes. Yes, his shaft.” Cassie cleared her throat. “Stone, allow his Slimefullness to see your, uh, shaft.”
Again, without a trace of embarrassment or a moment of hesitation, Stone opened the front of his leather trousers and pushed them down, exposing his cock.
Cassie tried not to look but she couldn’t help herself, she cut her eyes to the left to catch a glimpse of her partner’s equipment. He was soft at the moment, but his size was still quite impressive. Not as big as The Beast but that was a good thing, in Cassie’s view. You didn’t want to be with a guy who was so big he could literally split you in two.
“Well? I hope my slave it to your liking?” she asked Gozeriam, feeling confident the porn king would say yes.
But Gozeriam frowned, his wide, lipless mouth turning down at the corners.
“It is impossible to tell the true size when your slave is flaccid. Take him in hand and make him hard, Mistress Cassandra.”
“You want me to…to…” Cassie cleared her throat.
“Were our instructions somehow unclear?” Xempi Gozeriam burbled.
Cassie opened her mouth to answer—or perhaps make an excuse as to why she couldn’t do what he was asking…And then she saw that Gozeriam’s slime layer was taking on a distinct yellowish-orange tinge. Clearly he was beginning to get annoyed, which was a bad thing.
“Of course not, your Greatness,” she said quickly.
Hugging Stone hadn’t been a bit awkward, but actually grabbing hold of his dick and starting to stroke him, was awkward as hell. Cassie hoped her partner wouldn’t mind that she was doing this to him—they hadn’t really discussed how they would handle intimate touching if their cover called for it. They had kind of glossed over it, hoping it wouldn’t be an issue.
Well, it’s an issue now, Cassie thought to herself. I hope Stone isn’t one of those guys who has performance problems. If having somebody watch while I touch him keeps him from getting hard, we’re going to be in trouble here.
Luckily, that didn’t appear to be a problem. Almost as soon as she touched him, Stone’s shaft began to grow and harden in her hand. Cassie tried not to stare at it—if she was really his Mistress, she would have touched and handled his body thousands of times by now. But it was hard not to look and to keep the surprise off her face at the impressive size and girth her partner achieved after only a few strokes of her hand.
Wow, he’s really big! she couldn’t help thinking. She knew all Kindred were supposed to be well-hung but knowing that and actually seeing Stone with his pants down were two different things.
In fact, the sight was so mesmerizing that she just kept stroking, marveling at the way she couldn’t even wrap her fingers all the way around his thickness and at the silky feel of his skin and the heat and heft and length of his cock and…