They were sticking straight out now, she saw, looking down at herself. It looked like she had pushed two extra-large pencil erasers down the front of her top to try and get attention.
As if the top wasn’t bad enough, the bottom of the dress clearly showed her pussy, too. Danni had gotten a wax right before she came on the mission because she felt more comfortably being hairless below and she wasn’t sure what the shaving accommodations were going to be on Soluu Four. Now she felt positively naked without any pubic hair—a fact that Navii had commented on with surprise, since the H’raken’s all apparently had abundant bushes below their beltlines.
So between her nipples poking at the thin fabric and her hairless pussy slit being on display, Danni felt like she might as well be completely naked. Seriously—the dress didn’t even try to cover anything.
God, it was going to be so embarrassing going out like this!
She only hoped that Bravik was having as much difficulty as she was. It was only fair that he should!
Thirteen
“Come, my friend—we will go to Teezle’s dwelling—she and her other half, Gosef, do all the weaving for the town,” Kozen said, leading Brav away from the guest house where he and Danielle would be staying.
“All right.” Brav nodded as they crossed the busy main street again—where wagons hitched to lubbies were being pulled and vendors were crying out wares as children played in the dust. All-in-all, it presented a picture of a pre-industrial society. He wondered again where the tech was that had enabled them to send a message to the Mother Ship and after that, a ship with an invitation to visit and the strangely erotic fertility sculpture Danielle had in her possession.
“You know, my friend, you ought to treat the other half of your heart with more respect,” Kozen said, interrupting Brav’s train of thought.
“Huh?” Brav looked at him uncertainly. He had just met this male an hour ago—and now Kozen was presuming to give him relationship advice? Not that he had a real relationship but still!
“I said your wife deserves more respect,” Kozen said, frowning up at him.
“What makes you think I’m disrespecting her?” Brav demanded. “I absolutely respect her. She’s a formidable woman.” Which—for the record—was the absolute truth. The fact that Danielle had two impressive degrees behind her name and she wasn’t afraid to stand up to him when he growled at her, said a lot to Brav.
But Kozen was shaking his head, a frown on his blue face.
“My friend,” he said, “How can she feel respected when you refuse to kiss her at length? When you even refuse to touch her body? I saw how she had to take your hand and place it on her own breast—how sad for her that you will not even fondle her lovely breasts without being forced to do it!”
Seven Hells, here we go! Brav thought ruefully. He never should have gone along with Danielle’s lie that they were Joined! Now he was expected to feel the curvy little female up in front of the H’rakens and he wasn’t at all sure that Danielle would be up for that a second time.
Gods, her breast had felt good in his hand though—amazing. So soft and yet so firm—he’d even been able to feel the sharp little point of her nipple though her bra and the conservative button-down blouse she had on. For a moment, he’d had visions of ripping her blouse open and sucking that tight little peak into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and making her moan…
No, stop it! You’re never going to do that. You’re just going to have to find a way to make the H’rakens think you are or you’re going to be in deep shit!
“Um…” He cleared his throat. “Danielle has…sensitive breasts. I don’t want to hurt her by, er, fondling her too hard.”
Kozen’s face cleared.
“Oh, of course—I understand! Well, what you need to do is give her a gentle breast massage then!” he exclaimed. “Don’t worry—I can show you how. Navii’s breasts are often tender when she is nursing a new baby—I have the perfect technique.”
“Uh, thank you,” Brav said uncomfortably. Despite the fact that Danni had taken his hand and put it on her breast herself, he was under no illusions as to why she had done it.
She was just trying to fit in—trying to keep us from getting into trouble with the H’rakens, he thought to himself. He could just imagine the fiery little female’s reaction if he reached out and groped her without her permission.
She wouldn’t like it—not one fucking bit, he thought grimly. Probably slap my face for me or use my balls as a bowtie.
Right—he wasn’t going to be doing that anytime soon.
To his relief, his host didn’t say anymore to him about how he should “respect his wife” by groping her and shortly thereafter, they found themselves at the front door of another house.