But the most provocative thing about the outfit was that both parts of it had vertical slits from top to bottom which were not covered by the feathers. Lexi had done her best to rearrange the purple plumes on both the panties and the breast shield, but with limited success. Three slits of mostly see-through silver material--one in the center of each breast and one running right down the middle of the panties—were still visible. Which was why she was feeling so exposed.
The three slits were almost like arrows, pointing to the most sensitive, private parts of her anatomy. And while she didn’t mind showing herself in front of Bound and Gaze, running around with everything on display in public was a whole different matter.
Luckily, the silver slits were closed by inconspicuous looking magno-tabs which held the feathered fabric closed. But if the tabs were disengaged, they would gape open, parting the feathers and clearly showing both Lexi’s nipples and her pussy slit.
Naturally, Lexi didn’t intend to let this happen. She had made certain several times that the magno-tabs were strong and the feather fans were firmly in place before finally deciding to wear the purple feather outfit—which, incidentally, had shoes to match. It was, she felt, the most ostentatious thing in the closet—exactly what a rich, powerful Yonnite Mistress would wear. And if she was going to pull it off, she would have to think of herself that way.
I am a rich, powerful Mistress, she told herself over and over. I am worthy of the attention of the Sacred Seven. I can and I will achieve my purpose! I can and I will—
“I think we’re here, Angel. I mean, Mistress.” Bound’s deep, rumbling voice interrupted her private affirmation. Looking out the window, Lexi saw the hovercoach had arrived in front of the entrance to the public party.
“That’s right—you’d better keep calling Lady Alexa by her title,” Gaze pointed out. “She is our Mistress and we will treat her like a goddess.”
Lexi rather liked that idea.
“Thank you Gaze, Bound,” she said, nodding at them. “Just follow my lead—we’ll walk around a bit, make a show, and then I’ll engage Mistress Pricklethorn and see about getting an audience with the Sacred Seven. The minute she agrees, we’ll get out of here and go back to the penthouse to relax.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” Bound said, nodding.
“We’re behind you one hundred percent,” Gaze told her. “Let me get the door for you, Mistress.”
“Thank you.” Lexi smiled at both of them, thinking that she could get used to having two big, handsome, agreeable males around her all the time. Then she pushed the thought aside. This was a temporary arrangement, she reminded herself, and right now she was just trying to get an audience with the Sacred Seven.
Lifting her chin and straightening her feathers, she stepped out onto the deep indigo carpet that had been laid down at the entrance of the party venue. It was actually an abandoned Dream Gas mine on the outskirts of Opulex which had been converted into a dance hall and was now one of the most popular party spots in town.
She wobbled a bit on the tall silver heels which had plumes of purple feathers that matched her outfit at the toes and heels. But before she could fall, Bound and Gaze were right there on either side of her. Gaze grabbed one of her arms and Bound grabbed the other.
The three-way contact sent a tingle of desire through her entire body. Lexi caught her bottom lip between her teeth and stifled a moan.
“Are you all right, Mistress?” the Light Twin looked at her anxiously.
“Just…just fine, thank you, Gaze,” Lexi told him, smiling. “It’s these damn shoes—they’re too high!” she added, trying to make an excuse.
“They make you a hell of a lot taller, that’s for sure,” Bound remarked. “I can look into your gorgeous face without bendin’ down.” He gave her that charming smile of his that showed his fangs and Lexi felt a little shiver run down her spine when she remembered them piercing her flesh as he drank from her…as they both drank from her…
No, keep your mind on the business at hand, she scolded herself. Reluctantly, she disengaged from both of the big Kindred and stood tall on her own.
“Thank you, boys, but I think I can manage,” she told them.
“We’ll stay right on either side of you to make sure you don’t trip until you get used to those shoes,” Gaze told her. “Do we just walk right in?”
He nodded at the entrance to the venue, which had been made to look like a cave mouth. The actual mine was underground, but whoever had converted it to a dance hall had apparently decided to go all out with the mine motif—there were fake jewels sparkling in the rough, craggy “rock” of the cave and the blue carpet led to a dark, cavernous space within.