I saw Aristos every day, but I never grew tired of watching them walk, the women anyway. They glided like swans over water, their clothing billowing and floating around them like a vision from Heaven. They looked like a different species compared to me and my kind.
The three who’d just entered the room were no exception, they were paragons of radiance and vitality and impossible wealth. They took no notice of me, obviously. They chatted continuously in their strange language, their voices clear and confident, but not overly loud, their decorum naturally flawless. They were so tall and slender and perfect they didn't look real.
I positioned myself on the floor in the shadows where I could see them, but where I knew I wouldn’t intrude on their gazes. I watched as they settled themselves at a table by one of the windows. The colourful layers of their dresses swished and glittered as they arranged them around their elegant legs. They sat across from each other, each taking a side at the high, triangular table.
I knelt and studied them out of the corner of my eye, to look directly would be disrespectful. They were dressed in what I knew was the latest in Aristo fashion. They wore large, ostentatious hats that so were so complex they must have been designed by architects. Their dresses were made of multiple flowing layers of translucent material, each was gossamer thin, but they overlapped with enough density to give only a hint of the perfect bodies that lay beneath. The fabric of their dresses was animated too. As if by magic subtle patterns and shapes flowed across them, flowers bloomed, butterflies flitted, a stylised predator chased and caught its prey.
I stayed as still and quiet as I could. They’d signal when they were ready to be served, and they wouldn’t want to be kept waiting, I had to be invisible but attentive.
They chatted animatedly, although I couldn't understand a word. Must be one of the Executive languages I decided, although Lord Director-knows which one. They projected hologram vids from their jewellery onto the table. Miniature people strode across the surface, talking and laughing and kissing. The figures looked like other Aristo women. Likely they were judging the fashion choices and assassinating the characters of ‘friends’ who weren’t present. There was plenty of laughter, it sounded cruel.
The woman with the orange flowers in her hat seemed to be leading the conversation. Likely she held the highest rank of the three, and likely it’d be her who’d initiate the proceedings. I watched closely.
Their conversation continued without slowing, but the Aristo with the orange flowers turned her body to the side away from the table. She opened her legs a touch. She didn’t move her upper body as she did so, she remained facing her two companions, no one would see she’d moved unless they were kneeling on the floor. Her hand dropped below the surface of the table as if she was adjusting her dress. She made the signal with her fingers.
I stayed low as I moved towards them, treading softly. I approached at an angle that would keep me hidden from the other two. Our client’s preferred not to see me, most liked to pretend I didn’t exist. Some would occasionally stroke me or acknowledge my presence in some other offhand way, but they never spoke to me. Worst would be if I accidentally make eye contact, the very idea made my blood run cold.
I dropped to my knees at the Aristo’s feet. My head was far below the level of the table, the other two wouldn’t be able to see me, I was hidden.
Now I’d have to wait on the floor until the Aristo made another signal. It might be seconds, or minutes, or sometimes it was even longer. Perhaps she’d even change her mind and I'd have to kneel here until she remembered me and gestured me away.
I didn't have to wait long though. She didn’t stop talking, but I heard the rustle of silk as she began to part the layers between her legs. I looked up and saw a supple, golden thigh and my heart leapt into my throat. She continued to part the layers of her dress and I saw more and more of her until she was completely exposed to me. I wasn’t supposed to look, but I couldn't help myself.
She lifted her hands away and up to the table, but she spread her legs further apart for me. She leaned back a touch and slid towards the edge of her chair. Above it would appear as if nothing was going on, the other two would suspect, of course, but it would be beyond rude to draw any kind of attention to it.
I leaned forwards and placed a small kiss on the inside of one of her knees. Her skin was smooth and flawless and tasted of something sweet, of how I imagined nectar tasted. I started to kiss my way slowly up her inner thigh and she spread her legs wider for me. My lips met the soft skin at the top of her thigh and she very subtly shifted towards me, indicating I was allowed to move further. I kissed the crease where leg met body, then I moved across and kissed between her thighs.
I kissed her all over. I started light and soft at first, but my kisses became firmer. I sucked one outer lip gently into my mouth, then the other. I pressed my lips against her flesh and parted her with my mouth. I started licking her, I ran my tongue up and down the length of her in slow, languid laps.
I heard her talking above and it was like nothing was happening below. She made no sounds of pleasure, but I could feel her body reacting. She parted her legs even further and started to press herself against me. Her wetness spread over my nose and cheeks.
I ran my tongue all over her pussy, exploring her, stimulating each part of her, but as I licked I began to focus more of my attention on the nub of her clitoris. I ran my tongue alongside and then around it in circles. I pushed the hood back with my tongue and flicked the tip of it lightly across her clit. She pressed herself against me again, signalling for more.
I licked her in a steady rhythm dictated by the subtle movements of her hips. Still she talked, still she dominated the conversation above, but I could feel the tension building within her. She silently urged me on faster and she pressed herself against me harder.
I felt fingertips touch my head for the briefest of moments and I knew she was close. I dared to reach up and touch her with my hands. She didn’t stop me, so I made sure my thumbs were wet, then I began to stroke her slick outer lips as I lapped at her.
Her legs began to tremble and she stopped talking momentarily. She touched my head again and I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked my tongue over the end of it. Her thighs came together and pressed against my head. She locked me in place and pulled me against her so hard I couldn’t breathe, but I kept licking and sucking her as she came, I tried to prolong her orgasm for as long as I could.