This little Evran was an interesting mix, one minute shy and trying to hide herself, then next revealing she was bold enough to break into a seldom-used suite.
“If you leave here now, the fat Padient will be waiting for you,” Cas warned.
She gave a quick look at Cas. “I’ll use the maintenance tubes.”
Sutheo managed not to choke. She was ready to crawl through the tiny access tubes in three-inch heels and a mini-dress to escape.
“Why don’t you use the shower? No watching,” he added hastily as she snapped her head to look at him with a little frown. “Then we can see about getting you back to your room.”
She was silent, clearly not willing to trust them.
He didn’t blame her. Evidently, she wasn’t used to dealing with anyone she could trust. And though neither he nor Cas would harm her or force her, how was she to know that?
“Look,” Cas started, “I know you don’t know us but so far we haven’t turned you into station authorities or the fat guy. And I’ll say up front that we’re not asking for sexual favors in return for anything. Go ahead and use the shower and we’ll get you back to your room, okay?”
When Cas wanted, he had this voice and some sort of body language, telepathy vibe thing that made little kids, women, and station cats trust him, even though his size and toughness should scare the crap out of them.
It seemed to work. The Evran nodded and un-slouched herself. She headed to the facilities, not looking at either of them.
“Hang on,” said Sutheo. He headed to his bedroom and came out with a robe. He tossed it to her. “That might cover more than your, ah, dress.”
She caught it and continued into the facilities, head hanging.
There was silence for a long minute after the door closed behind her.
“That was unexpected.”
“Really, Cas? I mean Evran women are so common off Evra, one dressed as a hooker is almost a cliché.”
Cas chuckled, used to Sutheo’s sarcasm. “I don’t actually think I’ve seen an Evran woman before.”
“Well, when they’re practically not allowed to leave the planet…” Sutheo shook his head at their interesting views on emigration. “I’m going to order her some clothes. She can’t parade around in that.”
“I think I’ll help.”
Sutheo pulled up some ready-made dresses on the viewer in the room. A deep maroon colored, off-shoulder gown caught his eye.
“Are you kidding me?” Cas snorted. “Here.”
His friend searched the database and found a pair of black trousers and a maroon tunic and hit “purchase.”
“She is not going to wear a gown without thinking that we’re trying to buy her. The shoes will still be horrible to walk in, but at least they’re black.” Cas walked over to the delivery pad and picked up the clothing as it materialized.
He threw them on the couch and went to his room to put on some clothing.
Sutheo had to admit, if only to himself, that Cas was right. He forgot sometimes that women in The Treaty planets didn’t generally wear the formal clothing he remembered from his upbringing.
Sutheo had been raised in The Tride—a corporate alliance at the edge of The Treaty. He was the son of one of the corporation owners. There were seven owner-families, all vying for a greater percentage. Each family was obscenely wealthy but all they did with their lives was spend money, scheme, and backstab.
Sutheo hated it. A Memphean nanny and her husband raised him. They had managed to instil some pride in him, some sense of accomplishment. They raised him to understand the value of working for what he achieved.
Having a trust fund was handy, but hollow. He was happy to leave his scheming, backstabbing family behind and make his own way.
He and Cas were a successful partnership in Perihelion Traders. PT was a group of ships that traded all over The Treaty territory. They specialized in the more dangerous routes. Routes near The Fringe meant they had to look out for pirates or the organized crime unit called The Pedet. Routes near The Tride were equally hazardous. If they thought they wouldn’t get caught, The Tride would take them out just as fast as a pirate.
He heard the door to the facilities open and the Evran stepped out in his robe, her mini wadded up in her hand, shoes dangling from her fingers.
Somehow she looked much more fetching in his robe than her hooker garb. Barefoot and lacking any makeup, she was stunning. Her eyes were wary as she surveyed the two men. Her light hair fell to beyond her shoulders and the contrast against her dark brown skin was unusual and beautiful.
Sutheo’s cock took notice, again.
“Nisa, you’re beautiful,” he told her.
“Oh, Nisa,” Sutheo echoed. “I have never been so fortunate as to have such a beautiful woman laid out before me.”
Nisa felt a little more secure. They certainly seemed sincere. She made an effort to relax her legs.
Sutheo leaned down and traced her labia with his finger. His light touch sent crackles of pleasure into her body and she felt her pussy clench on nothing. His finger came away glistening and to her shock, he licked it.
“Mmm,” he hummed as his eyes closed. “Taste her, Cas.”
Cas slid his hand down and swirled a thick finger in her folds, grazing her clit and making her jump in the process. He put it in his mouth and made noises of approval as well.
Cas’s hands fondled her breasts. He leaned over her and sucked on one of her nipples while Sutheo laved the other with his tongue. Nisa forgot temporarily that she was laid open like a feast as their attention to her breasts sent shocks directly to her pelvis.
As Cas continued to play with her breasts, Sutheo lowered his body onto the bed between her legs, his head between her thighs. She realized he was going to lick her pussy and was surprised.
The women at the bar talked about this, and how men didn’t like to do it. They also talked about how good it felt.
Nisa gasped and her body jerked as Sutheo’s tongue slid up and down her labia, twirling around her clit. Good was an understatement. This was fabulous. Whatever he was doing with his tongue was better than anything she had ever done for herself and then some. Her hips began to involuntarily move.
Cas was whispering in her ear between kisses the entire time. “You’re so beautiful, Nisa. It’s so hot watching Sutheo eat your pretty pussy.”
Sutheo’s hand came up and he slid a finger inside her, moving it slowly in and out of her vagina. He added a second finger after a few thrusts, then a third.
The added stimulation from his fingers was superb. She could feel her body heading somewhere, but she wasn’t sure how to help Sutheo get her there.
“Oh, please,” she cried, wanting her two men to do something to help her, but she didn’t know what.
Sutheo backed off. Nisa gave an angry growl. That was definitely not what she wanted.
“We both want you tonight, Nisa,” Cas rumbled in her ear. “Do you think you can handle that? Making love to each of us?”
“Yes, please.” Nisa wanted to reach that pinnacle her body was trying for.
Cas released her legs and maneuvered her body onto the bed. Sutheo kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips. It was not unpleasant and strangely arousing.
As Sutheo kissed her, she could feel Cas opening her legs, and Sutheo retreated as Cas loomed above her.
They both made her feel so safe and desired. Their gentle touches roused her and reassured her at the same time. She knew they would listen to her and acquiesce to what she wished, even if that was to go to her own room and sleep alone.
She felt him rub his cock against her folds, which made her thrust her hips up to meet him.
“Easy, Nisa,” he crooned. “I’ll look after you.”
She believed him with every cell in her body.
He pressed forward and the head of his cock split her folds. He was big, too, though she hadn’t seen his cock yet. He eased into her, a little at a time, rocking back and forth.
He stretched her, but it didn’t hurt and her body demanded more. She tried to match his slow rocking and gave a small cry as she was successful and more of his cock slid inside.
Cas gave a guttural groan as his pelvis met hers and he stilled for a moment.
Nisa didn’t want him to stop. She craved the movement of his cock inside her, and she tried to move her hips to imitate his rhythm of before.