by Gabi Moore
Monique let her know about the Torzinite skin texture and differences in body temperature. She wanted there to be no surprises the first time she slept with her potential husband. Finn would have the rest of the week to learn about Torzinite culture too. She emphasized that return trips to Earth were rare so she needed to be sure before agreeing to marriage.
“I don’t have much waiting for me here,” she told her. “Just a cheap apartment and some fans. I’m sure they’ll find another faded star to follow.”
“Ok,” Monique told her. “We need to go through your suitcase and see what you brought. You won’t be allowed to take a lot with you. Best to get used to it right now.”
“I’m clean,” Finn snapped. “Don’t see what the issues are. But if you want to, I suppose.” She unlocked the suitcase and Monique went through it, finding some basic thongs and panties that she would need. She selected some prescription medicine and put it to one side for the doctor to examine tomorrow. There was nothing she needed to take today.
“These panties and thongs will be useful,” she told her. “Everything else will be locked up pending your decision on the Torzinite man who will be arriving next week. Including what you have on right now. Strip, please. Just put it your outer clothes in the suitcase.”
Finn stared at her in confusion.
“You will be naked the entire time you are here,” Monique explained. “The Torzinite men want to see what you look like in full profile. They like their women unclothed at all times for some reason. You can keep some panties or a thong on for reasons of sanitary, but no bras or anything else is permitted. I have the robe on because I needed to greet you. You will be given a robe too, don’t worry. Are you still interested?”
Finn shrugged. “Plenty of people have seen me naked.” She unbuttoned her silk blouse and gave it to Monique, who placed it inside the suitcase. It was followed by a bra and then she slid out of her designer jeans. She folded them up neatly and handed them to her as peeled off her hose, which left her wearing a thong.
“Will this be fine?” she asked Monique as she stood there.
“Perfect.” Monique slipped off her robe and tied it around Finn. “This is your first day and you can wear a robe. It will help you adjust. There is another woman across from the room where you are staying called Jadeen. I’ll introduce you so you can have someone to talk to before your man arrives. She’s already married to a Torzinite and will be able to answer any questions you might have. She was here for a few weeks for a family issue, but she’s going back next week.”
Finn stared at the silver rings in Monique’s nipples. “Did those hurt? I had some friends who got them done, never saw the attraction myself. Can I touch one?”
“You may,” Monique told her and Finn tapped one nipple ring with her index finger, which sent a wave of pleasure through it. “You don’t necessarily need to get yours pierced, it was a condition of my employment. My Daddy likes it.”
“Your what?”
“Sorry, Mr. Eglise, he’s the man who runs this operation. He’ll be around tomorrow and I he has a claim on me. I will sleep with him and another Torzinite called Nossa when they can schedule some time for me. We aren’t married, but Torzinites do accept arrangements if everyone is satisfied.”
“You sleep with two men?” Finn said. “I hope you’re satisfied. I was never satisfied with one, so I understand.”
Monique took her hand and walked her to her room. She opened the door when they reached it and showed her around. It was a large suite, similar to Monique’s and she admired it. The walk-in shower was just as impressive as the one Monique used.
“So what’s the deal with the men I see working around here?” Finn asked her. “Is there something I need to know about them?”
“No sex with the help,” she told her. “Eglise has some women in here from time to time for them, but there is a different part of the house they use when the need arises. They aren’t even supposed to look at us too long. He pays them well and they know better than to cross lines. I’ll let you settle in and come back in an hour for dinner. And one other thing.”
“What?” Finn asked.
Monique walked over to her and put her lips to Finn’s mouth, thus fulfilling a dream she’d had years ago after watching one of her videos when her mother thought she was asleep. She gave her a deep kiss and felt the other woman’s hands rub her bare shoulders. She pulled back.
“No sex with anyone in the house at all, including the other women. Just my way of letting you know.” She patted her on the thigh and left the room.
Monique spent the rest of the afternoon in meetings with everyone else who was a permanent employee of the mansion. As the official hostess, she had the final say whenever Eglise or any of the other Torzinite men were gone. She wanted to make certain they all knew who Finn was and why it was important she feel comfortable during her stay. Finn was a special case; she made clear to them, because of her adult video background. Most of the servants and grounds keepers had some idea who she was at one time, even the ones who didn’t speak English.
Her first stop was Jadeen who was across the hall from Finn. Monique knocked on the door and waited for her to answer before she stepped inside. Jadeen was from the Creole country in the backwoods of Louisiana and was recruited by Eglise soon after he started up the matching service. She was still in her twenties and already had two children by her Torzinite husband. She stayed at the mansion because her mother died and was on her way back from the funeral. In keeping with the house rules, she too was nude. Jadeen was on the tall side and kept her hair short, another thing Finn would need to be taught about the Torzinite men. Their women had no body hair for some reason and were forced to wear wigs if they visited Earth. It was one thing to shave the body, but human women revolted against the idea of shaving their head too. Few women would go bald and most of the off-world men understood it, although a few women had their heads shaved before leaving Earth.
“Something up?” Jadeen asked her. “I understand there will be a new woman at the table tonight. Nice to have some more conversation before I go back.”
“Her name is Anita Finn,” Monique told her. Jadeen had a very inquisitive way of speech. Had she been around when Monique hired on, Monique would’ve thought her the anonymous contact the agency planted in the mansion. “You may have heard of her. She used to be a video star years ago. Now she’s interested in marrying a man from off-world. She arrived an hour ago and is in her room across the hall. I told her it was all right to talk to you. Just make her feel comfortable. You’ve lived with a Torzinite for the past three years and can tell her what to expect.”
“Is she all right with this?” Jadeen asked as she spread her arms to show her nude form. She wore nothing, not even a thong, but Monique noticed a towel in the easy chair by the TV. At least she followed the house rules for where she sat.
“So far,” Monique said. “Remember she was accustomed to being nude at work for hours at a time. I think she may have to get used to it full-time when she leaves, assuming she still wants to be with the man we selected for her. He’ll be at the mansion next week.”
“I know quite a few other human wives,” Jadeen told her. “It’s not that hard to meet because most of the men we’ve married are in the same part of their city. It seems to be universal up there; none of the men want their wives to wear clothes. I guess we’ll see what shape she’s in later today.”
Monique was at the table downstairs when Anita Finn made her entrance as a candidate for marriage to a Torzinite man. Monique sat at the far end of a round table in her briefs and waited for the new woman to appear. The table was sat for three, which included Jadeen, who had yet to arrive. Just as the steward finished pouring the wine, Monique looked up and saw Jadeen enter the room. Finn came in behind her, holding her hand. She was nervous, but appeared stunning in her thong and had made herself up before she left her room.
“We have someone new tonight!” Jadeen announced as she sea
ted Finn in the chair opposite Monique. As usual, Jadeen wore nothing at all, but placed a towel in her chair before she sat down. Jadeen’s large breasts rested on the table until she pulled her chair back. She had the same nipple rings as did Monique, but also sported a gold wedding ring which ran through her left labia. It had three diamonds in it, one for each year of marriage. This was another custom the Earth women had adjusted to on the off-worlds.
“You look splendid!” Monique said to Finn, but she noticed the new woman was distant and seemed to have her attention elsewhere.
Dinner was served that evening, but there was as a certain amount of tension in the conversation. It wasn’t that Finn had issues with her appearance, Monique and Jadeen complimented on how good she looked this evening. Monique made no statements about her age. The doctor had phoned her that day and told her his schedule was tight and could he come by to see her in the evening? She told him fine but make it later as their new guest hadn’t had anything to eat.
“So when do you leave to go back?” Finn asked Jadeen, who was in the process of using a monogramed napkin to remove a spot of pasta from one of her breasts.
“Two more days,” she told the new woman. “Car will be here and it’ll take me from the embarkment point. I should be back to my babies in an hour later.”
“Embarkment point?” Finn asked her. “Is that some sort of space port?”
“Oh no,” Jadeen told her. “There is a place here on Earth where they can fold space to their planet. Think of it as an elevator where you enter in one building and exit in another. They have them all over the home worlds and on Earth. The space ships you read about are what they use if there is no gate.”
Jadeen left early, as she needed to get up the next day and prepare for her trip back. Dinner was finished and the servants came to remove the meal. An hour later, as they were outside enjoying the setting sun, the doctor arrived. He was an older man who used his earnings from the mansion examinations to fund a small free clinic in the poor section of Allentown. Dr. Smith, not his real name, walked with Monique and Finn back to a side room they called “the clinic” where he examined the women who were delivered to the mansion for matching.
“Give me an hour,” he told her as Monique handed him the file from Finn’s doctor. He opened it, nodded, and took the very nervous Finn into the small room.
An hour later, he appeared with Finn in Monique’s office and presented her new medical records. “Clean bill of health,” he told Monique. “I found some things missed by her doctor, but that is why you pay my bill. Nothing that should prevent her from having a few children and a new career as a mother. The rest is up to you, her and the man who will arrive next week.” He handed Monique the new folder with the one she had originally given him.
Finn sat in the chair, still a bundle of nerves, as Monique looked over the new report. “So many designer drugs still leave traces in a person’s system,” she said. “I should have told you Dr. Smith has access to technology that doctors on Earth don’t know about. Never mind, he’s passed you and that is all you had to worry about.”
Finn was silent and looked out the window as the gardener worked in the flowerbed to the front drive of the mansion. Monique decided she would have to say something.
“Do you want to talk about anything?” she asked her.
“I don’t know about this,” she told her. “It’s a lot for me to process at once. I understand the doctor was following his standard procedures, as he told me, but I still felt like a brood mare in the barn. Is that all I’m good for these days? To be the mother of a rich alien’s children? I was popular once upon a time. I had a career. What the hell happened?”
Monique could see why the agency wanted to use this woman as a poster child. Here she was, a fallen angel taken advantage of by the evil space aliens. At least this is how it would play out in the media. The government would bring evidence of the mansion to the treaty table and demand compensation. Poor Finn would be shoved in front of a congressional committee and Monique would get a promotion. In a few years, Anita Finn would appear as a minor notice when she killed herself after the government had no further use for her.
“It’s your decision,” Monique told her. “What do you have to look forward to if you turn it down? You’ve already told me there isn’t much to go back to and I believe you.”
“I want to go back to my room,” Finn said as she stood up. “I need to think some things over.”
“Do you want me to walk you to it?” Monique asked her.
“No, I can find it.” Finn walked out of the office, her round bottom and naked backside presenting to Monique as she left. Finn neglected to put her thong back on after the trip to the doctor, but it was no problem as the help cleaned the chairs in the office every morning. Monique made a mental noted to remind her of the rules later. It wouldn’t be much of an issue if she went off-world. At least she remembered to shave between her legs.
She seemed to pick up her spirits over the next few days as Monique took her around the mansion. She talked with her about Torzinite customs and what to expect when her prospective mate showed up. Two days later Eglise appeared at them mansion and Finn was able to meet a real live alien for a change. Later in the day, Nossa showed up too and let Monique know they would both be sleeping with her that evening. It was a big relief for Monique as the stress of playing undercover operative and Finn had become unbearable over the past few days. It gave her something to look forward to for the evening.
Later that evening, Monique found herself relaxing in bed between her two Torzinite lovers. They took turns on her that evening, something she enjoyed as it allowed her to give each man as much attention as she could without feeling one of them was left out of the mix. Eglise was on top of her when Nossa entered the room, removed his clothes and allowed them to finish before climbing into bed. After Eglise was relaxed, he left the bed and took a shower while Nossa entered her from behind as they spooned on the bed. One moment she was under a handsome man with a warm body, the next he was off her and another man took her from behind. Monique felt as if the entire universe consisted of cocks, each that needed to probe its way into her. When Eglise returned from the shower, she was still bent backwards trying to service her other man. All three of them finished this time with Monique stroking Eglise to completion as he kneeled to one side. Her hand burned as his seed poured down her fingers. Seconds later her insides became fire when her other lover unleashed. She took a shower with Nossa before returning to the bed.
Nossa left an hour later as he needed to attend to something else in the downstairs office. She snuggled to Eglise who nibbled on her ear under the sheets. “Is something troubling you, Little One?” he asked her.
“Yes it is, Daddy,” she told him. It was still strange to her how easily she could use the term. Would this come up later in some kind of federal investigation? she wondered. “I think we are having trouble with the new girl. Where did you find her?”
“She came to us through the usual channels. Is there anything we should know about her?”
“She had a career as a professional video sex performer. I think this is affecting the way she responds to the mansion. She seems to be playing a role of some kind.”
“I knew about her past. I didn’t know it would haunt her. Keep me updated, as I need to be able to tell her potential husband anything he needs to know on arrival. It’s only a few days away.”
Monique felt his strong fingers open her up and is hot tool probe deeper. “Oh, Daddy, you are too good to me.” This was true too as she would miss the heat of his cock when she left after the mission ended. She was accustomed to the hot sensation inside her and didn’t know where she would ever find human who could make her feel this way.
The day before her prospective husband was to arrive, Monique walked outside to see Finn pacing back and forth on the patio. This was a disappointment, as she’d seem to progress to an understanding of a role as wife and mother. Parental skills she wo
uld need to learn off-world, but it could be taught by the Torzinites and the women who were already married to their men. Eglise kept an album of the women who’d given birth off-world and their children. Off course, they were always clothed in the photos. Photos that had to conform to local customs. An album full of naked Earth women could be used as evidence.
“I wish I hadn’t quit smoking,” Finn said to her as she walked outside. At least Finn was sticking to the rules and wore a thong. She ran a hand through her crimson hair when Monique appeared.
“I like those,” Finn said when she looked at the rings in Monique’s nipples. “Were you serious about the clit ring for marriage?”
“Not through the clitoris,” Monique explained to her, “It will go through your labia or lip. They have people who can do it off-world, but we have an expert piercer who comes here for the job.”
“And they have a new diamond put it in each year on the anniversary?” She asked again, as Finn brushed her own hand between her legs. Monique could tell the whole subject was disturbing to her.
“Yes, it’s some kind of tradition the Torzinites keep. You can bring it up with your prospective husband tomorrow when he arrives.”
“Jesus, what happens when you run out of room on the ring?”
“Good question, I guess you get another ring. I know the Torzinite women are often married to more than one man because of the sex imbalance. The matriarch showed me her lower piercing and she has a different color ring for each of her three husbands.”
Finn walked over to Monique and took her by the hand. “Can you walk around the gardens with me?” she asked. “I really need to talk to you.”
“Certainly,” Monique told her and led her through the grounds to the hedge maze Eglise planted three years ago. It had matured and was the perfect place to get away from any human or Torzinite eyes in the mansion. It wasn’t very large and only had eight dead ends, but the ground crew spent plenty of time trimming the hedges during the growing season. They entered it and were soon isolated. At least from humanoid presence. Monique suspected there were security cameras inside it no one knew about unless there was a need to know.
