“I think maybe it’s time this dinner concluded,” Baron Vik’tor said abruptly. “It’s too fucking bad—I had raw, frozeny’meshflesh on the menu, followed byt’mpkinbile soup, and some classic mixed-blood sorbet for dessert. But I think maybe we’ve all had about enough for now.”
He spoke calmly but his pale blue eyes blazed in his white face and I noticed his fangs were showing—they seemed very long and sharp.
“I’m sorry that little one’s mishap with the last dish ruined your social event,” Sir said to our host. “But I’d still like to speak with you, Baron. Maybe we could continue our conversation in another part of your building?”
“Yes. Yes, of course.” Baron Vik’tor took a deep breath like a man trying to calm himself and I thought that maybe his eyes blazed a little less brightly and his fangs didn’t look quite so long and sharp and scary afterwards.
“I’d like to be included, too, Baron,” Azz’lx said hesitantly, clearly trying to do damage control. “I’d like to get to know Sir Bart better. Maybe it would be a good idea for the males to go to your study for some of that delicious Braxian brandy you had imported the other day. Meanwhile the females can retire to the living area and get to know each other better.”
Dru’silla cast him an incredulous look and I could read on her face what she was thinking—she had no wish to spend one minute more with the off-worlder scum—aka, me—who had ruined her dress. But one furious, tight-lipped glare from her husband and she shut her mouth and looked sulkily away.
“I don’t know…” The Baron gave Dru’silla and me an appraising glance. “I’m not sure the two ladies would get along.”
“I’m sure they’ll be fine.” Sir gave me a measured look. “Won’t you, little one?”
“Of course, Master.” I nodded calmly—I had no intention of spending a single minute with that stuck-up bitch, Dru’silla. I was going to excuse myself straight to the bathroom and stay there the whole time he was with the Baron and Azz’lx. So it was no skin off my nose if we parted for a while.
“I—” Dru’silla began.
“Yes, my dear?” Azz’lx gave his wife another hard look and she pouted some more.
“Fine. Everything will befine,” she muttered.
“Well then…” Azz’lx clapped his hands together. “That’s settled—right?” He looked at the Baron anxiously.
Baron Vik’tor paused for a moment, but nodded at last.
“All right. Gentlemen, please come with me,” he said to Sir and Azz’lx. And the servants will show the ladies into the living area where they can relax and sip liquors if they want.”
He stood up and so did Azz’lx.
Sir turned to me and murmured,
“Little one, are you certain you’ll be all right? Our talk is apt to take some time.”
“I’ll be fine,” I told him firmly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to get into a cat fight.”
“See that you don’t.” Sir gave me a stern look and then—to my surprise—bent down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Be a good pet and I promise you’ll be rewarded when we get back to the ship,” he murmured.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered back, feeling tingly all over as I considered what kind of “reward” he might have in mind. Maybe I had finally earned my first orgasm? I certainly hoped so! But only time would tell.
Sir rose and the Baron led him and Azz’lx out of the room. Meanwhile, the servant who had first met Sir and me at the door was bowing low before Dru’silla and asking if “my lady would care to take some sweetVin’tienliquor in the living area.”
“Very well,” Dru’silla said frostily. Lifting her long, pointed nose in the air she swept from the room. It would have been a grand exit if the front of her gown hadn’t been all splotched with thegrunblood, which smelled strongly of sweaty gym socks and dirty urinals.
The servant bowed to me next.
“Would you care to accompany Lady Dru’silla to the living area for some sweet liquor?” he asked.
“Actually, I’d really like to visit the necessary room,” I said, hoping he would understand what I meant. “I need to, er, answer the call of nature, if you know what I mean?”
The servant looked confused at first, but then his face cleared and he nodded understanding.
“Ah yes—of course. Please follow me.”
He led me out of the grand dining room and back down the long hallway until I was right by the area where Sir and I had hung our coats.
“Here you are, my lady,” he said formally, opening a door for me which led into a small room that appeared to have some kind of alien plumbing inside.