Brought the Stars to You (3 page)

"What is it that's normally done back here, then, Ardanna?"
He pointed towards the table, "Such as what that's for?"

"Sometimes people will order drinks, or simply wish for
entertainment during a meeting, so we'll dance on the table for them.
Everyone is different. Some wish for dancing, some wish for
conversation, some wish for partially nude cuddling..." she
trailed off.

Looking at her relax beside him, he felt an urge to put his arm
around her, but resisted, "Are you glad to be off your feet and
relaxing?"

"I enjoy the floor, but I'm pleased to be off my feet, yes,"
she grinned and moved closer to him, whispering in his ear, "So
what do you want?"

Peering at the table awhile, he then looked back down at her,
repeating what she said in barely audible words, "Partially nude
cuddling?" He raised a brow, staring off in thought. He had
trouble imagining it, truthfully, so weak was his imagination. Such a
thing hadn't occurred to him. When he first entered the small room,
he was certain much lewder things happened, but it now seemed
unthinkable to be so brazen as to cuddle up against her.

Her ear twitched, but there was no judgement on her face, "The
cuddles?" she cooed, "I enjoy those most of all, I think.
It feels so... intimate."

He felt his heart thud at her inference. His mouth parted to
object, but no protest came. Instead he muttered, "I suppose it
would be," uncertainty marring his handsome features.

"Do you want me to take off my top?" she asked, even as
her fingers trailed to her back, to the bikini string that hid those
mounds from him, "I'm allowed to back here, if I want."

Swallowing as his eyes moved to her arms then to her chest,
watching in anticipation of the revelation, he said in a somewhat
croaking voice, "If you want." He paused before asking, "Do
you find it more comfortable that way?"

She tugged the string and let the rich material fall open,
inwards, the fabric cupped between her breasts as it was let go. The
string remained around her neck, holding up the bikini like a
necklace, her petite breasts exposed to the stale air, her nipples a
light navy colour. She removed the string from her neck and tossed
the material to the table, leaving herself in only her thong as she
stood, moving in front of him, "You can look but not touch them.
You can touch anywhere else not covered, okay?" she went over
the rules as she sat in his lap, straddling him.

He was in over his head. Even he could acknowledge it at this
point, though in the same thought he admitted defeat, and resigned
himself to be unable of pushing her away now that she straddled him.

He was by no means a large and bulky man, but he was not tiny or
short, and she fit upon his lap comfortably. He sat there a while
without moving to touch her, his eyes traveling to her breasts,
taking in the nude flesh for the first time. He'd never been intimate
with another woman, despite the fact that he was an adult, and the
sight of those small, firm mounds were exquisite. After many
heartbeats, he finally seemed to register that she had said
something.

"What?" he shook his head, "R-right, yes. Of
course. Sorry." He swallowed, shutting his eyes a moment. "Do
you make a lot of money doing this?" He truly wasn't a man who
cared about money, it was just a question to distract him from the
situation.

She shrugged, her breasts rising and falling with the action, her
rounded bum comfortable on his lap as she slowly brought her hands to
his shoulders, leaning back enough to allow him to look. "I'm
comfortable," she said simply, without further clarification as
she pressed her chest naked to the heavy robe that covered his torso,
"Just relax," she cooed softly in his ear.

He hadn't felt so tempted, so aroused since his teenage years. He
was stiffly at attention beneath his robes, and he opened his eyes to
look at her again, trailing his gaze down to her breasts once more as
his hands move up slowly. "Can I... touch...?" his gaze
flickered to her
tentil
, indicating what he wasn't able to mutter
out.

She nodded, inhaling his scent and letting out a satisfied,
controlled sigh of pleasure. "Anywhere except where you can't,"
she said with a twinge of humour to her voice, her hands moved over
his shoulders, up his neck and into his hair. "Just relax,
Kieren." She squeezed herself to him in a slow, calm manner,
"Just relax."

Taking a deep breath, her words, the closeness, brought a sort of
calmness to his aroused state. He reached up behind her to touch the
smooth, blue skin of her head tentacle with one hand, the other
placed upon her spine as he stroked up towards her neck. He was
embracing her now, and he quite enjoyed it, his heart thumping loudly
in his chest. "You feel... so nice," he said in a whisper
near her ear.

She gave a light, fluttered laugh that was tinged with a lustful
sigh, shifting against him and running her hand down along his back.
Her voice trembled in his ear, "You wore so many clothes this
evening. You must be warm," she fluttered her eyelashes at him.

"Yes," he said softly, "a little." He wore no
armour or any such thing beneath his robes, just the flexible cloth
that allowed him manoeuvrability; a white shirt with a high, mandarin
collar, and a pair of dark grey pants. "I wasn't...
expecting...." he said, trailing off.

She nodded sympathetically, "It's okay. Next time," she
whispered.

At her mention of a 'next time' he swore his heart skipped a beat
in its foolish excitement. He pressed to her again, hugging her and
stroking her spine and
tentil
, "I wish we had more time. Do you
enjoy this too?" He couldn't see how she wouldn't enjoy it, this
closeness, the way she filled his nostrils with her exotic scent and
titillated every part of him.

She nodded her head against him, her cheek rubbing against his,
"Of course," she said softly, "When it's with someone
like you. When do you think you'll be back, Kieren? Tomorrow?"
she pulled away, posed for him in his lap, her back arched enticingly
to give him a better view of her breasts.

He had spent so many long years controlling--no, suppressing--his
emotions, that as they rode rampant through him he had little in the
way of clear headedness to deal with them. He was lost in the moment,
nodded to her with a dreamy, smitten look, "Oh yes, Ardanna. I
will be." He swallowed, his gaze only darting from her lovely
face to her breasts for a moment, "When do you start? I... I can
come early, before I have to begin waiting, so we can... we can have
some time together here." He stared into her eyes fully, "Just
you and I."

She was secretly touched by how smitten he was, affection for his
naivety filling her. She brought her forehead against his, her lips
so near to his, teasingly close. He shut his eyes, straining to not
lean in and kiss her lips as he so desperately wanted to. His own
mouth hung open, lips moist.

"I begin at dusk and I work until dawn."

"I'll be here at dusk," he stammered.

"Do you like my outfit?" When she finally broke the
magical hold on him, he opened his eyes to look at her. She wasn't
wearing much of anything; the navy and gold thong was still in place,
though, and it pleased him greatly.

"Oh yes, Ardanna." Swallowing he looked back to her, "Do
you own many outfits? Since you don't get out much, I mean..."

"I have a few. Do you have a request?" she purred in his
ear, "I'd like to make your trip here tomorrow very special for
you, after all," she shimmied in his lap. Her motions were those
of a pro, skilled and cunning, though without the sense of malice of
distaste some of the dancers held. She was genuinely sweet and
caring, and it was easy to feel like she was in love with him alone.

Shaking his head in some slight confusion he responded, "I
don't know... I don't really, ah, have any experience with such
things, Ardanna." He furrowed his brow a bit in thought as his
arms squeezed around her, fingers tightening around her
tentil
--though not to the point of tugging or hurting, of
course--before he finally relaxed, shivering beneath her, "I
wish I could take you out to show you the city... take you to buy new
outfits for yourself, to show me what it is you wear and like."

"Well, do you have a favourite colour, Kieren? A pretty
purple, maybe? Or a nice green? You don't know what colour might suit
me?" she moved in again and pressed her chest to his, her body
slick with the perspiration from being so close. "I'll show you
something different tomorrow if you can't decide."

"I'd like that, Ardanna," he returned her hug warmly.
After a moment's thought, he added, "Though I don't know that I
could think of a single colour that didn't suit you well. You're...
too ravishing for words. Nothing could dim you in my eyes, I don't
think."

She gave out a happy sigh at his compliment, batting her hand off
his chest, "Do you truly mean that? I really appreciate it."

His brows furrow at her question, confused--he was a
Fiato
, not
used to having his word questioned. Eventually it dawned on him that
it wasn't some truly dubious questioning, and he smiled to her
warmly, sweetly, "Oh yes. From the moment I first saw you, I
was... left dumbfounded. I," he paused, still not in control of
his full mental faculties, "was withered in wisdom and wit a
couple decades, Ardanna." That was true if nothing else.

She giggled lightly, embracing him honestly in reward for his
kindness, her hands working along his shoulders, and drawing him
towards her. "You're very nice. I'm really glad I spotted you,"
she dug her fingers into him as she breathed in his scent, feeling at
ease, spooning into him, her legs on either side of his, "And
that your friend didn't come."

Her words were a bittersweet thing for him. He ate up her
compliments of course, and to know--or at least believe--she was
thankful for their encounter stirred him deeply; yet the reminder of
his failure this evening withered him a little. There would be other
chances, he reminded himself.

"In a way, so am I, Ardanna." Smiling, he delighted in
the brush of her cheek to his, the slight nudge of his nose to her
tentil
. "I will be here to see you again when dusk breaks the
sky."

She pulled away slightly, her voice strained and edged with
sadness, "It's about time they'll be closing, but you'll be back
tomorrow. I hope you dream of me tonight," she trailed her
fingertips along the centre of his chest. "And think of me when
you're in bed," she lingered there, that suggestive thought
hanging in the air between them.

He was crestfallen when she reminded him of the impending closure
and their parting. Before he could think about it, or even
rationalize it, he blurted out, "I will." Swallowing down
his doubts about such a thing, he looked to her, "Will you?"

She nuzzled into his cheek, whispering in his ear, "I will
be," her voice was a thick, syrupy promise, rich and sultry
before she lightly pushed herself away from him as he shivered.

He let his fingertips stroke upon her spine, lightly touching her
shoulders and
tentil
--afraid to venture anywhere else--before asking
yet another question, "Can I bring you a gift? Do... do they
allow that?"

"They allow it, but they'll just as soon take it," she
said with an apologetic shrug, her lower lip drawn into her mouth,
"If it's an outfit I might be able to persuade them."

Reluctantly he slid his hands from her then rested his palms to
the bench. Looking at her he frowned, "I wouldn't know how to
pick out an outfit for you..." his brows furrowed, as he tried
to think a way around it. "If I snuck it to you..." he
trailed off, realizing she would have nowhere to hide any such thing,
even were he to sneak it in.

She smiled brightly, "Just come visit me and it'll be present
enough, okay?" she asked sweetly, her lips never faltering into
a frown. "I have plenty of outfits, so I don't need more, so
they might not even let me keep it, I don't know." She leaned
in, pressing her lips to his forehead, "I hope you sleep
serenely tonight."

His nostrils flared, and pulse quickened as he felt her exotic,
blue lips press to his forehead. Shutting his eyes, he wanted so
badly to return it, but didn't know if he was allowed, nor if he
should. He trembled at the thought of his Order and what they would
say of him. "You too, Ardanna," he said breathlessly,
before pushing himself to his feet to rise up. Reaching out he
lightly took hold of her arms just beneath her elbows and smiled, "I
shall be here."

She spooned into his side before walking assuredly towards her
top, looking up at him as she slowly lowered the material along her
breasts. Reaching behind her, she secured the string, making sure
each tiny triangle covered her properly.

Watching her motions with keen interest as always, he murmured to
her appreciatively, "You're so elegant, Ardanna."

"The hostess will help you with the payment and what have
you, alright?"

He tried not to look too disappointed--the notion of dealing with
anyone but her seemed repugnant to him, and reminded him of the place
outside that seemed so crass and distasteful earlier. "Very
well," he said simply.

She noted the disappointed undercurrents and guided him through
the door, "I'll stay with you until you leave, alright? I want
you getting home safe and sound," she cooed to him as they
approach the hostess.

He was a mix of relieved, amused and touched, "I'd like
that," he said, his spirits buoyed again as the beautiful dancer
on his arm guided him to the hostess. Extracting his own card, he
paid the exorbitant fee to the woman without a look or thought, the
sum drained from his accounts, with his gaze still fixed upon the
Phhia appreciatively. "It was a lovely evening."