Barry Sandford listened to the CD recordings of the head apiologist while driving home.
"Species 1478 was found in a remote valley in the Andes. It apparently has evolved in relative isolation for millions of years....characterized by the lack of a distinctive barb in its stinger....seems relatively docile compared to other bees, but research is inconclusive....largest species of any variety ever discovered, including the Himalayan honey bee...produces over five times the amount of honey than the European or African variety....venom is found to contain unusual properties, research is inconclusive. Locals claim the venom, honey, and beeswax have aphrodisiac properties. I have named the species Apis aphroditea for the record (unfortunately, due to a misguided joke by one of my graduate students, Apis fornicatea seems to be the preferred term). Note: a curious local custom forbade women from entering the valley except during a festival occurring once every forty years. The reasons are obscure as my questions brought forth evasive responses."
As Sandford settled into bed he thought, "Docile species, major honey producer. I'll make millions; what could possibly go wrong?"
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"What a beautiful sunset," thought Odetta as she prepared for her evening yoga. Odetta adopted nude yoga as a hobby in college. Its positive effects on her figure and stress levels made her a devotee.
Odetta Lucessi, in both looks and fortune, was blessed with phenomenally good luck. Her Columbian mother gave her a curvy, big-breasted body. Her Italian father gave her a solid middle-class upbringing. A lucky lottery ticket, bought just after her eighteenth birthday, gave her a multimillion dollar fortune.
Luck and beauty had their stresses, however, and Odetta nearly broke under both. A friend introduced her to yoga; it was a godsend. Yoga kept her body toned and her mind balanced.
Odetta credited her best decisions to yoga's calming influence. Ironically, the nude aspect came from an initially bad one. A silly truth or dare game she lost in college (plus a little tequila) forced her into a nude yoga session for her sorority and brother fraternity, respectively.
The experience should have been humiliating; instead Odetta was liberated. A new world of sensuality opened for the young woman.
Odetta's new balance helped her make the right decisions. Good investments expanded her fortune, allowing Odetta to cover her education as well as her sister's and brother's; allowed her to buy a retirement house for her parents in Arizona; and let her easily afford the expensive San Francisco high rise in which she currently resided.
At age thirty, Odetta could afford to smile. She was at the top of the social strata; blessed with beauty, brains, and money. She had no boyfriend at the present but the situation was just temporary.
Odetta paused at the hallway mirror before heading to the patio. The mirror reflected a curvy, double d'ed thirty-year-old with chestnut colored hair cascading in wavelets to her twenty-six inch waist. A long nose, angular face, high cheekbones, wide mouth, and bee stung lips completed the image of smoldering sexuality.
She turned around and looked at her ample ass. "God, I'm hot! Good booty is good advantage." Good booty also attracted attention. She followed her friend Kim's lead and did nude shoots for Playboy. The publicity was good and she had no regrets, but opted against reality shows. "I don't need the money."
Satisfied, Odetta went to the patio to spread her mat. She exercised in the warm evening air, bending and stretching her luscious body. Previous boyfriends (and a few girls) tended to get excited when they saw that curvaceous dream move. She never exactly invited voyeurs but didn't mind if someone was present, either.
A few tended to lose control when they saw her in different poses. One boyfriend's favorite was the Bhujangasana cobra pose. He liked the way it made her boobs jut out. Odetta broke up with him; it was annoying trying to perform the cobra while some idiot kept nursing your titties. "There's a time for everything."
Another boyfriend made the Balasana, child's resting pose, impossible. The pose was for relaxation but it also exposed her bunghole and pussy, and with a randy boyfriend hovering close....
Now Odetta was no fool. She knew her activities could excite her paramours, but she had rules. "Before and after boys, never during. Some guys just don't have respect."
Odetta's apartment was one of the most expensive in the city. Spacious, with a large patio and a beautiful garden facing the bay. The building's owner had secured the air rights, preventing other builders from blocking the view. It made the patio excellent for sunbathing and yoga.
The flowers attracted all sorts of insects, so when Odetta heard the buzzing, she initially dismissed it. "It seems a little late for bees," she thought. Bees didn't scare Odetta, she wasn't allergic.
The buzzing grew louder. Odetta, wrapped in her fetus pose, glanced upward. The evening sky was a clear golden rose, except for one dark cloud. "?" queried Odetta.
The cloud swirled into a funnel. The buzz crescendoed to a loud hum. She'd never seen many, but Odetta knew a bee swarm when she saw it. "Oboy, that's a large one. Where did it come from?"
