Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
“I…um…” Lil’ Choo’s eyes were wide again with fear and apprehension.
“Now, go find me something black to wear!” Sky told him. “Go on—go!”
“Yes, Mistress!” he gasped and scuttled out of the room.
“Do you think you’re taking the ‘overbearing Mistress’ part a little far?” Torin’s deep voice was filled with quiet amusement. “You nearly gave Lil’ Choo-choo a heart attack.”
Sky raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’m just doing whatever I have to in order to get results. But I’m not wearing pink,” she added.
“No—pink’s definitely not your color,” he agreed. “You look much better in black.” And his glowing golden eyes traveled over her body again.
“What have I told you about looking at me like that?” Sky demanded, putting a hand on her hip, but not trying to hide herself. In fact, she thrust out her breasts, giving him a better view.
“You said not to,” Torin remarked, but he didn’t stop looking.
“And yet you keep on doing it,” Sky pointed out.
“Because you’re so fucking gorgeous, Mistress.” His deep voice had gone hoarse again. “Can’t wait to see you dressed up in Yonnite clothes!”
As though on cue, Lil’ Choo came back, almost at a run, dragging the floating rack behind him. On it was a single garment, its fabric fluttering wildly.
“This is the best I could do on such short notice!” he panted, pointing at the dress. “Forgive me, Mistress—I know it has some pink but at least it’s a dark pink and most of it is black!”
“Hmm…”
Sky came forward to examine the garment hanging from the floating rack. It was indeed, mostly black—a shiny, silky material that was soft to the touch, she saw with approval as she stroked it. And yes, there was a pink satin ribbon around the waist but as Lil’ Choo had pointed out, it was a dark pink—almost magenta.
“I’ll try it on,” she decided at last.
“Oh, good!” Lil’ Choo let out a breath and looked extremely relieved.
She was definitely getting better at reading the body language and expressions of other Mammalians, Sky decided.
“Turn your heads,” she commanded both him and Torin. “I want some privacy while I dress.”
Both of them did—Lil’ Choo actually squeezed his eyes shut and turned all the way around. But Sky thought she saw the big Kindred peeking from the corner of one eye.
Deciding to give him a show, she took her time taking off her uniform, peeling the black, mesh bodysuit off slowly to reveal her full curves. Did he like what he was seeing, she wondered? Then she told herself it didn’t matter if he liked it or not. But she still liked the idea of him watching her as she sauntered, completely naked, over to the floating rack and pulled the dress off its hanger.
Getting into the dress wasn’t quite as easy as getting out of her uniform, however. It was tight in places and a little too small in the bust, which had built in half-cups for support. After tugging at it for some time, Sky still couldn’t get the dress to cover her nipples, which poked out above the shiny black fabric like two ripe perthian berries.
The dress hugged her torso and then split right below her navel, clearly showing her smooth pussy mound. There was a pair of tiny black lace undergarments to wear with it which barely covered her. In fact, the very top of her slit was visible with them on, no matter how Sky arranged them.
She sighed in irritation as she looked at herself in the 3-D viewer. The long train of the dress spread out behind her like a puddle of spilled ink and the shiny material hugged and emphasized her full curves, but the fact that she couldn’t cover herself completely felt wrong. True, her mesh uniform showed her skin beneath it, but at least its fabric covered her sensitive areas!
“Mistress, is there a problem? May I look?” Lil’ Choo asked tentatively.
“You might as well, I suppose,” Sky said, frowning.
The little man turned to face her and gave what could only be described as a squeak of excitement.
“Oh my Goddess—you’re gorgeous! We just need to let down your hair and you’ll be perfect for the party!”
“But this dress doesn’t cover me completely!” Sky said, tugging at the top again where her breasts were wobbling like fruit on a tray.
“Oh, it’s not supposed to,” Lil’ Choo told her quickly as he worked with her hair. He had taken the band off it, freeing her ponytail and was standing on tiptoes to arrange it artfully around her face. Sky could feel the silky strands brushing against the small of her back, since the dress was cut low there.
“What’s it for then, if not to cover me?” she demanded, brushing his hands aside—she’d had enough fussing with her hair, thank you!
“It’s meant to emphasize your breasts and your Lady parts, of course. Plus, you can put Fire and Ice powder on your nipples—or some other kind of stimulant if you wish. It’s all the rage this season—I have a whole display you can choose from.” Lil’ Choo drew out a palate full of colorful powders and several brushes. “Now, which would you like?”