8. Andi

8

ANDI

A ndi didn't know how to feel as she took Thrax's offered hand and let him lead her down from the small stage. She hadn't expected things to get so intense—hadn't expected her partner to take the act that far—to actually suck and tongue her nipples until she felt weak in the knees and her pussy was throbbing with need.

What had really gotten to her was the way he looked up and held her gaze with his own as he sucked her. His gorgeous, golden eyes had been half-lidded—almost drugged with lust. Andi couldn't help thinking that he looked like a man whose fantasy was coming true at last. But there was no way her big, muscular partner fantasized about her, was there? No possibility that Thrax actually wanted her. He?—

A sound cut through her thoughts. Looking up, Andi saw that everyone in the large room was snapping their fingers. It seemed really odd at first, but then she realized that it was a form of applause. It took her a moment more to realize that the applause was directed at herself and Thrax—apparently they had put on a good show.

"That was a lovely act of submission and service—you two are already in favor!" Shanna said, coming to stand at Andi's side. "In fact, Pantyitch herself is looking at you!"

She nodded to a tall, statuesque woman with light green skin and long black hair that had a white stripe running down the middle of it. The woman was standing beside a man who was about an inch shorter than her and looking in their direction. She nodded briefly when she saw Andi watching her and Andi nodded back, unsure what else she should do.

"Er, should I go and say hello to her?" she asked Shanna.

But the other woman shook her head.

"Oh, no! It's very rude to speak to the head of the Ruling Collective unless she issues an invitation. However, wait until after Evening meal—as long as you do well there, I'm sure she'll want to meet you."

"When is the Evening meal?" Andi asked. Her stomach was growling at the very thought—she hoped that the Delta Salacions were good cooks.

As though to answer her question, a high, silvery ringing suddenly filled the air.

"Ah—that's the signal now," Shanna murmured. "I'm so glad we didn't miss it. Pantyitch always serves an excellent spread. Come on!"

She took Andi's arm and tugged her towards the back of the room, making her way between the milling party guests with a single-minded purpose.

Everyone else was going that way too, but with Shanna's maneuvering, they reached the large, rounded archway at the far end of the room quickly and almost before anyone else. Another male servant in a frilly apron and short-shorts was standing there, clearly waiting for the guests.

"Hey, sweety," Shanna said to him, giving him a grin. "I know you're busy, but can you be sure my friend and I get to be close to Queen Pantyitch?"

The servant stiffened.

"Really, I can't—" he began.

"Sure, you can. I know a pretty little thing like you can help me out." Shanna slipped him something Andi couldn't quite see—maybe a gold coin? Anyway, the bribe seemed to have the desired effect because the uptight scowl on the servant's face smoothed out into a smile.

"Right this way," he said, nodding at Shanna and Andi and led them into the dining room.