Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“Oh, I saw, all right,” Flow-da said sharply. “But she’s just going to have to deal with us leaving early—that was crazy in there!”
Andi was glad she wasn’t the only one who thought what they had witnessed—and participated in—had been next-level crazy. If she’d been by herself, she would have assumed it was a normal alien custom. But the fact that Flow-da thought it was insane too made her feel better. She usually tried not to judge alien races if she encountered any during the course of her work, but the strange absolution ritual was beyond the pale!
“So you think we can go back to the boarding house?” she asked her new friend doubtfully.
“I know I’m going—I paid her for two whole weeks.” Flow-da lifted her chin. “And if she says anything, I’ll…I’ll tell her to mind her own business!”
Andi wasn’t sure if either of them were really brave enough to tell off their awful landlady, but she wanted a shower to rinse off her back. She wished she could take off the stained atonement garment and pull her dress back up into place, but they were out in public. And also, she didn’t want to get blood on her only dress. So, reluctantly, she decided to wear the garment back to the boarding house and take it off there.
She and Flow-da walked down the long, curving sidewalk with Cade walking behind them and Hartford trotting on all fours at Flow-da’s side. He had on leather knee pads and leather gloves with padding in the palms to protect him from the rough road and sidewalk paving, Andi observed. She was glad that Cade was willing to walk upright, since she had none of the Manimal accoutrements for him.
It was a long walk and they were just reaching the front of the boarding house when a woman who looked vaguely familiar to Andi came strolling along the sidewalk. She had two Manimals behind her on leashes but their collars seemed to be plain leather—not control collars or choke collars.
“Well, hello girls!” she called as she approached them.
“Er, hello,” Andi said, raising a hand for a tentative wave. She was trying not to stare, but the woman looked so familiar for some reason!
“Oh, it’s Goodie Bo-long,” Flow-da murmured to her. “Be nice—she’s a little eccentric but at least she’s not a NO.”
They nodded at the woman and she nodded back, giving them a dazzling smile. She had a sleek cap of dark pink hair cut in a fashionable bob and she was wearing an extremely short skirt which flared out from her hips and didn’t even cover her crotch or her ass. Her shirt was cut in a deep V, which revealed her smooth avocado green skin and large breasts with pale pink nipples.
“And how are you two today?” she asked, as she finally came up to them. “Not good, I see,” she answered her own question as she examined their stained atonement garments and wrinkled her nose.
“We’re not NOs!” Flow-da said quickly.
“Not at all,” Andi agreed. “Our landlady just made us come with her to a meeting. But we didn’t realize, uh, everything that was involved.”
“Like beating yourself with a branch of Pain Leaves until you bleed?” Goodie Bo-long raised her dark pink eyebrows.
“Yes, unfortunately.” Andi winced.
“You know, I will never understand those people!” Goodie Bo-long remarked.
As she spoke, one of her Manimals—a big male who looked like he must have been a manual laborer before The Incident—came up to her. Getting to his knees he began sucking her left nipple. Goodie-Bo-long didn’t give any indication that this bothered her. In fact, she didn’t even stop talking—though she did take a moment to absently run her fingers through the big Manimal’s shaggy hair.
After a moment, the other Manimal came around and began sucking her right nipple. This didn’t faze Goodie Bo-long either.
“I mean, they’re just crazy,” she went on. “Going on and on about the end of the world and how we should all die out and how sinful it is to fuck a Manimal when the Gods know they’re all we’ve got left to fuck!”
Suddenly, Andi realized where she’d seen her before—Goodie Bo-long had been the very first holo image that Mother Strict-ezz had shown at the beginning of her speech. She wondered if Goodie Bo-long knew she was being held up as an example of a loose and sinful woman—but from what she could tell, it didn’t seem like she would care much.
“Well, I love my Manimal,” Flow-da said, lifting her head as she pulled Hartford closer to her. He rubbed his head against her hip and made low, affectionate noises in his throat.
Goodie Bo-long let out a rich, throaty laugh.
“I love mine too, my dear! All of them!”
“Er…how many do you have?” Andi asked uncertainly. One of the Manimals had lost interest in sucking Goodie Bo-long’s breast and had moved around behind her. Andi tried not to watch but she couldn’t help seeing when the horny male stuck his face right up the extremely short skirt the other woman was wearing and began to lap her.