“Why?” Tim chimed in.
“For my clients, I’m a pretty woman to have nice talks with. Sometimes they spill their hearts out to me. They regard me as the entertainer who can keep her mouth shut because she won’t understand most of the stuff. What do you think these clients will do when they suddenly see me as a genius?” I saw comprehension dawn in them. “Exactly. They’ll search for another. Then I’m out of my job—not to mention the fact that I can’t simply have a date with a client if I’m more famous than him. At least not yet. Moreover, I’m not experienced in shielding myself from the press. Can you understand me?”
At least nobody objected.
“At the moment, only the people in this room know about it, right?”
“Almost right,” Armin corrected, “but we will come to that next. For the time being, assume it is so.”
“Fine. So please, leave it at that. I know it, you know it, that works for me. For the world outside, fame may come to you. Nobody would believe anyway that someone like me would have such an idea. Don’t mention me, don’t insinuate anything. Not one of you. Can I count on you?”
Systematically, I looked each one into the eyes. One after the other gave his promise by nodding, finally Armin, too.
“I won’t adorn myself with borrowed plumes,” he noted, “but I won’t mention you. We will speak of a person from the Lionheart sphere. That’s not even a lie.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re a friend of Eva Keller, and Eva Keller is a good friend of the Imperatrix Aurea, so it’s correct. Oh—and these two are the only other persons outside this room who know of your idea. That’s okay for you, is it?”
I shrugged. The two probably were entitled to learn about it.
“They’d like to meet you on one of the next weekends. That would be connected with a tour at Frostdragon, as a little sign of recognition. Okay?”
Chapter Fifty-Nine
I should be entitled to some excitement, I told myself. I’m meeting the Dragon empress! I—a girl of poor origin, with poor education, a whore, even if good and successful—am invited for a tour by the most powerful woman in the world. If someone had told me this one year ago, I’d have laughed at him.
A small plane carried me from Melbourne to Woomera, a small desert village with a long history. One plane for me alone was something I’d need to get used to. On my way, I at least found the time to work through some lecture notes.
Frostdragon’s entrance gate was only a few steps away from the airstrip. The pilot asked me if I’d be picked up, I told him I’d be fine on foot, thanks.
Eva was waiting for me at the gate. “Hello, Jo. How’s it going?” she asked me in German. I had to switch in my mind first.
“Still rocky, but I’m slowly getting to it. Reginald helps me each weekend to work through the subject.”
“Reginald? Your admirer?”
“Yes.”
“And how’s it going with him?”
“Nothing’s going. He’s a good friend and fellow. We leave it at that.”
“No sex?”
“Sex is business. I’m strictly keeping business and studies apart.”
Eva raised her eyebrows. “Very consequential. I know that—I’m following the same rule.”
“I have to thank you once again,” I cautiously began.
“What for?”
“For this chance—that I can study.”
Eva suddenly stopped and grabbed me at both shoulders. “Jo. Girl. You don’t have to thank. You’ve only got what you’ve rightfully deserved. And you’ve already given us back more than anybody could have asked for, don’t you know?”
“Well—no?”
“I’ll tell you something. You have a free ticket. I can only tell you that. Any other student—everyone—might slack off. With you, I know you’re getting down to it even if you don’t have to. That you insist to continue in your job is already proof enough for it, and that you’ve picked to study the most difficult subject on Earth comes on top. You won’t slack off. But you don’t have to worry. Your idea is your ticket for the final exam.”
“What does that mean?”
“I know you’re worrying that your results in the exams could harm the others. They won’t. The class won’t fail because of you. That’s the free ticket. But I’m sure you’ll nevertheless do everything to pass the intermediate exams. For you. Am I right?”
I first had to digest that. Was she right?
“Yes, damn. I will. Crap, I should say I want to prove something to you and the others, but it’s as you said—I have to prove to myself that I’m doing the right thing, and to that end, I must be good.”
“I thought so.” She patted my shoulder. “Come, Zoe is waiting for us.”
A thousand questions came to my mind. Where did she know the Dragon empress from? How had Eva come to found our subject? Pure sponsoring? Aw crap—that term reminded me of a totally different problem! What was the most powerful woman in the world like? How would you correctly greet an empress?
Too late—she already stood in front of me. I tried a curtsy. “Your majesty,” I greeted her in English.
Firmly, but not uncomfortably, gripping hands pulled me up. “Stay upright, Johanna,” she commanded in fluent German. “Call me simply Zoe. You’re not a servant, but a partner.”
“Partner?”
“Come on, don’t play the shy fawn. If you manage to face totally unknown men from all levels of society as equal bed partners, you should be able to talk to an unknown woman while dressed without issues, shouldn’t you?”
I glanced into this Zoe’s friendly-flashing green eyes. My empathy for human nature told me she was honest to me and wanted me good. Only she was Dragon, not human. Neither was she my friend—but dangerous. Behind her smile, she hid a mind sharp as a knife and bundle of superhuman skills incomprehensible to me.
I wouldn’t trust her, but I could still relax for now.
Chapter Sixty
“And? How do you like it so far?” Zoe asked.
“Interesting,” I returned, “even if that word is hardly appropriate to represent my true impressions. Nano-technology is a fascinating subject. Here I can finally see all that the theoretical foundations may lead to. Only my feet begin to hurt.”
“Then come. We’re nearly to the end. Or should we leave out the labs?”
“I won’t leave anything out,” I firmly replied. “Eva can confirm that—I see my stuff through.”
“I know,” Zoe stated. “I’ve seen your Ironman results. Will you do another soon?”
“I’m still training. But while the studies last, I can’t free my mind for the competitions. After, maybe.”
Zoe didn’t comment on the subject. I kept on my curious-girl face. I had visited the construction halls for Taipan fighters, for armor suits, for sports boats, helicopters, and all-terrain vehicles, and appropriately marveled at them, so now I wouldn’t miss the laboratories. Anything that could give me a tangible idea might be helpful later.
So I attentively studied the nano-technology research installations and listened to every detail of the explanations about how you got down from normal-sized tools to the level of tiniest particles. Zoe patiently explained every single device, every individual research object I asked for.
Only through one of the laboratories, the Dragon empress walked without a comment. There, the people worked on nano substance, too. I saw a small series of boxed ampoules labeled with the biohazard symbol—while the ampoules instead looked like medicine. What would these substances be useful for?
Due to the years-long experience in department stores and residential quarters, I managed to appear totally ignorant of this tremendously exciting zone—for my environment, I attentively listened to Zoe’s illustrations. However, one thing was clear. I had to come back, had to learn about what exactly was going on here, just in this laboratory.
That I already had registered all visible security installations up to this point was a
lso due to my habits. You never knew.
We passed another door.
“This laboratory is especially dear to me,” the Dragon empress explained. “Here we develop the nano machines for the decontamination of zones severely affected by radiation. Earth has paid a high price from when we repelled the Invasion. We need to do everything to not let it become too high.”
I readily listened to her explanations. This was fascinating, too, but the thought of the neighboring lab didn’t leave me out of its grasp. Why didn’t she explain?
Why didn’t I ask? Because I didn’t want anyone to remember how interested I had been.
“We’ve reached the end,” Zoe finally declared. “Do you have more questions?”
Yes, some. Where’s the central key? Are there invisible security measures? How does it feel to be a Dragon? A lot of questions that you don’t ask. Instead, I had another that I had wanted to ask all the time.
“Why me?”
Zoe smiled. “You can best tell yourself what’s inside you.”
Indeed—a loser. So many people told me how good I was, only to forget me as soon as the door closed between us. They didn’t have to care about me, as I wasn’t bad off, after all. This simply couldn’t work forever.
Part Six—Successor
Chapter Sixty-One
“No. On no account!” I firmly replied. “If you’re looking for this kind of entertainment, you’ve come to the wrong place.”
“But I want you, sweetheart,” the dandy in his classy white tuxedo replied. “I’ve heard from friends that you have a black room for—special demands. That’s exactly what I want, too.”
This room existed indeed, but it was reserved for well-known core customers whom we could judge, where we didn’t have to fear violations. Not for new clients who smelled like the elbow kind for a mile upwind.
“I’m sorry. This room is only for very good friends. Johnny?”
Our guard moved two steps closer. The dandy briefly looked at him and then grinned. “Okay, okay. For today you’ve won, sweetheart, but we’ll meet again. Nobody gets away with denying me a service.”
We watched him until he had left our parking lot with his expensive Italian sports car. “Bad guy,” Johnny noticed. “Better watch yourself for the next days.”
“Sure. I can take care of myself.”
A young girl entered with a searching glance. She wore black long leather pants, a loose-cut semitransparent something on top, and high-heeled pumps. Complemented by the darkish make-up, I guessed Neo-gothic.
I approached her. “What can I do for you?” I asked in a friendly voice.
She examined me from head to the painted toenails and back, but didn’t say a word. I placed my hands on the large silver clasp of my short wrap dress. “Do you want to see more?”
“Yes, please.”
“Fine.” I unfastened the clasp, opened my dress and stretched to show off my breasts, thereby placing my feet slightly apart.
“Pretty,” she judged. “I assume you also please women?”
“From time to time, yes.”
“Would you like to please me?”
“Gladly.”
Johnny winked at me. I smiled—he had already noticed that my reply was honest. Then I took my client with me.
I wasn’t always in the mood for lesbian plays, but after the asshole who’d just disappeared, a gentler program came just right—even if there was no Uncle Bob watching.
Would he miss me? I’d been in Australia for more than two years now and wasn’t available for his show for this time. No, probably Dora had found a replacement. After all, I no longer was the young girl he knew.
The door silently fell shut. My wrap dress fell down.
“I am Jo,” I whispered, took my client in both arms and gave her a long French kiss, while gently rubbing my breasts against her top.
Her body was already answering me with a slight tension, which changed to trembling excitement when our nipples collided.
“I am,” she began, when I finally released her lips, but paused when I insinuated a bite in her neck. “June,” she managed to add.
“You’re the instrument on which I’m playing tonight,” I quietly explained. “You’ll learn your body anew. You’ll sense the way you’ve never sensed before. You’ll moan the way you’ve never moaned before. You’ll yell and cry, you’ll plea for more, and I’ll show you crests of ecstasy you’ve never experienced before. Your body is the temple of passion, and I’m its high priestess.”
“Oh my god!” she uttered.
“Now free yourself from the wraps of civilization and from your inhibitions, too.” I let one hand run down her flank. “Let yourself go entirely. Here’s no place for embarrassment, and there’s nothing you’d have to fear—except that I could let you go early.”
Chapter Sixty-Two
June was a willing victim. In a hurry and not very passionately, she tore the top over her head, thus baring her breasts, and then she kicked her pumps away, pushed her pants down, and stepped out of them. Before I could prevent it, she reclined on the bed spread-eagle. Her breath ran heavy and her labia were glistening. She was just short of reaching the climax.
That went definitely too fast, I judged. If I didn’t watch out, she’d satisfy herself. So I quickly kneeled down, as if riding her, and pushed her arms up over her head. My fingernails ran along her arms and her side, then around her neck.
Slowly, I lowered my pelvis on hers and raised my upper body. Now she could no longer reach her own pubes, and instead my fingers could play with her nipples. Her left nipple was pierced, so I gently plucked the silver ring.
“Ouch.”
“Shhh!” I placed one finger on her lips. “Just a nip, nothing more, only to remind you of all that could be felt.”
It was time for another kiss, time to demonstrate my tongue’s versatility. First in her mouth, then at her ears, at her neck, at the base of her breasts. Slowly, I worked my way down her body. When she moved her arms, I stopped, and only resumed when they reached over her head again.
The hips, the thighs, and then her groin—a quiet moan proved to me that I unerringly found her erogenous zones. Still her legs were widely spread, her labia gaping, showing a wet gloss. A tiny bush of dark pubic hair cheekily crowned her vulva.
She wouldn’t hold out much longer. Only once I licked along her inner labia, poked her clitoris with my tongue, licked, sucked— “Whoa!” she cried out, and came with shaking pelvis. From my position, I could see her vaginal muscles pumping.
“That was just the beginning,” I silently promised. Then I slowly pushed my breasts up along her chest. “You know that our services depend on mutuality?”
She nodded with widened eyes.
“Good. Then it’s your turn now.”
“Don’t stop. Please,” June pleaded with trembling voice. “Mooore!”
My fingers were already wet from her juice, my arm slightly limp from the rhythmical slow rubbing in her crotch. “More you want?” I aspirated. “You shall have it!”
I adjusted my position, and then I placed my fingertips together and pushed them deep into my victim. June moaned again but didn’t object. Inside her, I clenched my fist, and she cried out. A few slow but firm movements, each of which she responded to with a whimper, and she came with a loud squeal.
Very cautiously, I pulled my wet fist out again.
June rolled on her side and pulled her legs close. I reclined next to her and reached out my arms. Willingly, she snuggled up against me and let herself be held tight. Only after some minutes, I began to gently stroke her hair. She replied with a cat-like purr and reached for my breasts with one hand.
“Thanks, Jo,” she whispered. “Thanks!”
There wasn’t more to say, after all.
Chapter Sixty-Three
“Hello, Jo!” Reginald cheerfully welcomed me at the University entrance.
“Hello, Reggie!” I gave him a big smack, which he returned without embar
rassment.
“You’re tasting moreish,” he noted with a grin. “Like a good wine, you’re getting better every year. How’s it going?”
“Rather well. Business is hard, competition is vast. Each young, pretty student nowadays knows how to turn her body into money, and many don’t have any inhibitions from doing just that.”
“But they aren’t as good as you.”
“No. They’re young and inexperienced, but willing. Many of them know how to suck a cock before their first menstruation. It doesn’t take a lot of art to bring a man to shoot.”
“There are differences.”
“I’m grateful for that, from the business perspective. The connoisseurs come to us—or the problem cases. However, now and then, I wouldn’t object to a young bloke who’s sinking his stout twenty centimeters into me and simply humps.”
“If you wouldn’t draw such a tight line between leisure and business, you could have such a bloke each night.” Reginald placed an arm around my hip teasingly and pulled me toward the lecture room. I let my pelvis sway a little more.
With Reginald, I could talk about my job more openly than with hardly any other human outside our wellness center. He had become a true good friend once he had gotten over not having me otherwise.
“So true. But there’s simply too little time between learning and working.”
He shrugged. “About learning—how did it go?”
“I’ve worked through all the paper from the last exam and took your notes as help. By and by, it’s becoming clearer—in fact it’s not difficult if you put it into the right place. I guess I’ll send the professors a few more proposals on the curriculum.”
“That’s our Jo. Each semester, better results, and always striving to return something to her environment. What about vacation?”
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