They were entirely sexual. The dance required finesse, with the male leading the female in flowing movements which very heavily implied lovemaking.
Dhenea cast him a look. “That would certainly do the trick. How long has it been since you’ve practiced it? Or are you going to let instinct guide you?”
“Instinct. I have seen that it makes the dance more personal that way.”
They came to a narrow stone door with silver lettering declaring this the Dance Practice Room carved onto its face.
“This is where I leave you, Rema. I must go help Patty prepare. Good luck, I will see you tonight.”
He watched her go before stepping through the doorway. He’d told her he was going to rely on instinct, but there was no reason he couldn’t practice first.
Chapter 21
patty
My body felt tight,like a winding toy set to go off at any minute. You’d think after some great orgasms, I’d be relaxed, but all we’d managed to do was heighten the anticipation. I felt empty, unfulfilled.
So, I was going to make this dance the goddamned hottest thing Rema had ever seen so that by the time I was finished I’d find myself thrown over a shoulder and impaled on his massive dick before we even made it back to our rooms.
It was good to have goals.
I was wrapping a drying cloth around myself when the door dinged that I had a visitor. I moved through the room and opened it, and Dhenea stepped inside.
“Good, you haven’t dressed yet. I’ve brought some outfit templates with me so we can get that started while we decide what it is you are going to do for this evening. What do you need for your dance?”
My smile made Dhenea grimace. “I need a sturdy metal pole and a chair.”
The older female gave me an odd look, but typed into a clear piece of glass she held in her hands. “Anything else?”
“Do you have lubricant? I have some, but it’s not going to be enough.”
“Of course I have lubricant. Have you met my wife?” she said, tapping again. “I will have some brought to your new rooms. These are for unmarried couples.”
I wanted to say condoms but that didn’t seem like something aliens would have.
“What do your people do for pregnancy prevention? I guess I should have thought of this earlier, but Rema and I don’t want a baby right now.”
And the amount of sex they were going to be having was sure to make a baby if they weren’t careful.
Dhenea looked up from her tablet. “Oh, you just program your nanos to prevent ovulation. Here, I can do it from this,” she said, holding up the glass. A pale yellow light emanated from it, scanning me up and down before blinking out.
“Oh, your pregnancy preventers are already on. You’re all set. Just so you know, Rema also has preventers on. He is— how do you say it in human— shooting dry?”
“Firing blanks,” I said, with a laugh. When the hell had she even heard that? Maybe Sam had said something during the early negotiations.
Well, now that I think about it, I hadn’t had a period since waking from my coma. Anu must have already activated the birth control for me. Smart lady.
“Now, anything else before we get started?”
I thought for a second before a light went off in my head, my mood turning a little feral. “Do you know what platform heels are?”
It took close to four hours for us to figure out logistics and clothing. When we broke for lunch, I was filled with so much nervous energy that I couldn’t eat, not even my favorite pastries could tempt me.
I had my outfit and shoes being fabricated. I’d never forget the look in Dhenea’s eyes when I’d describe them. I was going to start a trend here for the Neldres. Stripper core was going to take the universe by storm.
The music was set. That had taken a frustrating amount of time to just get Dhenea to understand the concept of bass.Apparently the Neldre were fans of wind instruments. I’d had to tap into the ambassador shuttle's collection of music to give examples of what I wanted. The clubs on the Solus had similar music to what we had on Earth, but the bass was more prominent. That’s what I wanted. We spliced and diced several songs and beats until the final product was a soul squeezing sensual number with just the right amount of spooky, dangerous vibes.
The very last thing I did was have Dhenea bring in the Neldre lady with the tattoos from our first dinner here, Nera was her name. She brought a small kit with her and her boisterous enthusiasm for my request had both Dhenea and I laughing.
