The bar was gritty and dim. About what one would expect on a far-flung space outpost. Tonya ran a tired hand through her close-cropped hair, ruffling the green and pink stripes. Dispatch had finally managed to get her a load of crystal ore out the Andromeda Star System. She had been in port four farding days! A space hauler did not make money docked on a tiny planet in no-where land for days on end.
The only bright spot on this trip was the exotic stripper she found in this nasty bar. Liema's show was next. Tonya's pulse quickened as the techno beat started to play and strobes colored the air. Liema burst onto the stage, thin and graceful. Her fully toned muscles well displayed under her taut blue skin. Long, electric blue hair curled playfully around her pointed ears and fell over her shoulders. When she turned her long, fluffy, electric blue tail drifted around her like a silk scarf.
Tonya loved her copper eyes and her raspy catlike tongue. Thinking about the way that tongue felt when applied to her body was making her wet with anticipation. Liema was a terrific lover, inventive and generous. The swing they had rigged from the ceiling of the sleeping room was definitely going to be a treasured memory.
Liema had told her earlier today that she had arranged a going-away party for her. Tonya had never had a lover throw her a party. Her sex life was usually just a string of one-night stands recorded in her personal journal. Being a long distance hauler did not allow for in-depth relationships. Tonya preferred it that way. Meeting new people, seeing new planets, the great pay, that was her goal.
Liema was gliding and sliding, about to finish her dance for the small crowd. The server came by and dropped a note on the table with Tonya's drink. "Meet me outside. I will drive." Signaling the server for her bill, she hastily paid her drink and went out to where Liema parked her flyer. Her blood hummed with excitement over the coming evening. Liema had been keeping plans for the party secret, teasing her with possibilities.
The dancer sauntered out the back door, her blue skin occasionally reflecting the lights of the parking lot. She greeted Tonya with a kiss; she opened the door of her mini flyer and let Tonya settle in. Liema drew a black, opaque scarf out of her body suit and turned towards Tonya.
"It is good that you are not scheduled to leave early in the next sun phase. I have a full night planned for you." Liema's eyes gleamed with mischief. "You promised you would trust me to make this a truly exhilarating experience, so I hope you don't mind the blind fold."
"No, I don't mind, I enjoy mystery." Tonya was slightly nervous. After all, she had only known Liema for a few sun phases. However, Liema was a Sieral Cat, a race known for its expressive sexuality and its inability to mistreat others. They had carefully bred the violent tendencies from their race 100's of years ago. As a people, they were highly prized as concubines, dancers, artists, and pricey escorts. They were also highly selective in their tastes. They were taught to thoroughly research an individual using interstellar databases before they would ever considering a sexual relationship.
This was Tonya's second encounter with a Sieral. She had transported and abducted male out of an illegal slave market three years previously and assisted the Interstellar Police Marines with information for a bust. She had been well rewarded for her efforts, but she had informed on the slave trafficking out of a deep sense of honor. Slavery was purely evil and something she had no tolerance for.
The flyer banked to the left and came in for a smooth landing on top of a small townhouse unit. The landscape of the planet was bleak, peppered by buildings in a haphazard style. Liema helped Tonya out of the flyer and guided her to the elevator access. The elevator quickly swept down to the lower level. As they exited the box, Tonya could smell spicy foods and sweet carnoli spice cooking close by.
"This is your night," Liema announced. "Our entire household has been working on this event all sunphase." "Oh, really, Liema, it wasn't necessary for you to go through all this effort." Tonya was starting to blush under the blind fold.
"The entire household want to participate, we enjoy a great party, but we create the best."
Liema was referring to "we" as her living group. Sierals often became excessively lonely when they lived by themselves causing clinical depression. Their society considered it unhealthy, so they lived and traveled in groups of 3 to 5.
Tonya was guided to a low, plush lounge.
"To experience our party fully you need to remove your clothing." Liema straddled Tonya's hips and slowly worked the openings on her flightsuit. "I want you to revel in the sensuality of every moment. Your enjoyment of this night is of the highest importance to us." Liema pulled the stiff flightsuit down Tonya's legs, lightly grazing skin with the tips of her claws. "Keep your blindfold on. This is meant to be an experience for your other senses. We will give you exstacy and pleasure, but you must trust us and abide without interfering. Can you accept this?"
"I trust you." Tonya's voice was husky as she answered. Her skin was tingling with the warm air circulating through the room. She felt Liema fasten cushioned straps around her thighs and waist, realizing she was sitting on the swing from last night. Liema took her left wrist and guided it to her side, placing it in a soft restraint at the waist strap. After doing the same to her right wrist, she touched her keypad and Tonya was lifted several inches off the lounge.
The swing was not uncomfortable; it had a firm back support and an anti-gravity feature that supported her weight easily. The straps around her thighs pulled her legs wide apart leaving her labia very exposed. Tonya was strangely excited by the restraints.
Liema stood back and rang a small bell signaling the first item on her agenda for the "party".
An orange female, Sieral Cat entered the room with soft footsteps. Gold combs winking in the light. Tonya heard a clank as something heavy was set down nearby. She felt embarrassed at having an individual she couldn't even see witness her in this vulnerable position. A lyrical voice ordered her to open her mouth. A savory piece of meat was placed on her tongue; the flavor of spices coursing down her throat as she swallowed it. Lips closed over hers, kissing her deeply, sharing in the flavor of the spiced meat. The kiss turned into a lick as a rasping tongue moved around to the sensitive area under her ear, teasing its way down her neck to the hollow of her collarbone.
The mouth drew away and Tonya's moistened skin tingled in response.
"This is Banca," Liema said. "She knows foods that can ignite passion and extend energy."
Banca dribbled a thin sauce on her chest and small breasts. Standing on the lounge she rubbed a finger across her skin, coating it in syrup. She placed it firmly between Tonya's lips. Tonya slowly wrapped her tongue around the finger sucking off the sweet, tangy sauce.
Banca drew Tonya's head to her breast, "Lick it up, clean it all off."
