“Um, no thanks, I’m good,” I say through laughter.
This is not how I thought today was going to go.Back the fuck off, Brethren Hand Job.
“It is my duty, nay honor, to satisfy the goddess,” hesayssounding a little confused by my refusal and takes another step forward.
I dart around him, so heisn’tstanding between me and the exit.
“No, really,I’mfine. Thanks for the offer,” I say and move toward the door. There is no way on this planet I am letting him come near me. Ipushaside the curtain andstumbleinto the tunnel right in front of Boss.
“Radiant Mistress, is there a problem?” he asks quizzically, “Has Brethren done something wrong?”
“Oh no, nothing like that.I’mgood.I guess we should do that ceremony, huh?”
“It has already begun,” he says and walks away without waiting for a reply.Reluctantly, I follow behind, equally curious and concerned by what he could mean.
I pay close attention this time to where he is leading me. We take two lefts then a right. He leads me to another room, sweeps aside the curtain, and motions for me to enter. I step in hesitantly and look around for any creeps offering me an orgasm. This room is identical to the last, the same questionable pile of pillows.
“Please wait here. I will notify Brethren you are ready,” he says and disappears without giving me a chance toaskany follow-up questions. Questions like, “What the fuck is going on around here?”
The curtain is pulled aside and another brethren steps in.
“Ethereal Goddess, I am honored to taste your essence until you quiver with release,” he says and steps forward.
I belt out alaugh.This is absurd. No one is going to believe me when I tell them about this place.
My mind races to find a way out of this. Isn’t it every woman’s fantasy to be worshiped like a goddess, with their pleasurebeingthe top priority?
Call me shallow, but there is no getting past their appearance. The slitted noses, the tiny teeth, not to mention the height…
I’venever been precious about sex. Consenting adults should explore their sexuality without antiquatedperceptions, but thisdoesn’tfeelhot.It’sweird. In these situations—not that this has ever happened to me before—straightforward communication is best.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to back the fuck up and never,eversay those words to another living thing for the rest of your life.”
Brethren Cunnilingus stands rooted to the spot. “Am I notpleasingtoyou? I would be honored to find anotherbrethrento lick your cunt,” he says so matter-of-factly.
“It’s not you. I, uh…” My voice fades out. I don’t want to offend these guys, but I’m not going to do anything I don’t want to do. I’m the goddess here. I am the decider.
“Then allow me to escort you to the next room.” His head hangs low as I reluctantly follow him straight through an intersection, right, then left. I repeat the directions in my head as we walk.
Ialmostfeel badforthis weirdo.He’staken my rejection personally. Not my intention, but come on—this isfucking weird!
The next room is well lit, for once. A wave of relief goes through me. Hopefully that awkward part of the ceremony is over and we can move onto something a little less sexual.
A dozen brethren file into the room and sit in tidy rows behind me. They bow their heads and hum a low tune until Boss steps in carrying a weathered tome. I sit down on the ground and wait.
This is fine.It’sstill super uncomfortable, but at leastthey aren’t coming onto me.
Boss reads from the heavy book.
“The advent of the Sublime Goddess of the Holy Water will signal the arrival of the life-sustaining essence. Upon her satisfaction, the water will flow freely,” he reads, dragging his finger across the page.
Oh fuck. This is bad. The word “satisfaction”hangsheavily in the air.
They think getting me off is going toliterally keepthem alive.
Boss looks up at me. “Follow me to the next station, m’lady,” he says, setting the book down on the small table to his side.
“There has been a misunderstanding,” I say, trying to soften the blowI’mabout to deliver.
