Page 13 of Her Alien Spy
Once that was done, he looked over at her and gave her a nod. She gave one back, then stood up and patted his shoulder, heading to the rear of the ship. She grabbed her bag along the way and closed herself inside the small washroom.
It only took her a few minutes to transform from the person she usually saw in the mirror to one Savis Eletath would have on his arm. She swapped her usual comfy clothes for an almost indecently short black skirt and a sleeveless black top with a plunging neckline and almost no back to it at all… not the typeof thing you could wear a bra under, and her girls bounced free and happy.
The look was completed with strappy stiletto heels. She took her dark brown hair down and let it flow a little wild around her face. Her makeup took the longest. Smoky eye makeup and dark red lips.
She nearly laughed as she looked at herself.She looked damn good. And unlike every other time she’d worn these clothes, there wasn’t a single sense of guilt or stress or disdain involved. She chose this. And she was looking forward to whatever came next. She was taking it as her own personal challenge, to play this role to perfection, and still be able to be friends with Andethor after.
Julia gave herself a nod in the mirror, then closed her bag and stepped out of the washroom. The sight that met her eyes was… not what she’d expected.
Andethor stood awkwardly near the table where they’d eaten, and it was only the fact that she knew his face well that kept her from thinking a totally different person stood in his ship. Gone were the concert t-shirts from Earth and other planets. Ditto the denim or leather-look pants. Even his hair was different.
The long, thick dark blue locks she’d thought more than once about dragging her fingers through had been swapped out for a bright green, short style, tall and poofy on top. He was probably wearing at least as much eye makeup as she was, and his pointed ears were adorned with enough metal, clanking and dangling, to make her wonder if it hurt.
He wore a flouncy top that brought to mind old pirate movies she’d watched as a kid. Over that was a flowy, bright purple topcoat that almost looked like a bathrobe. Skin-tight white pants, the same color as the flouncy top, and tall black leather boots completed the look, along with flashy rings on his fingers and a thick chain around his neck.
She’d been so absorbed in taking in the difference that she hadn’t even noticed the way he stared at her. She finally met his gaze, and he gave a small shake of his head.
“Stars, Jules,” was all he managed, and the want, the almost painful craving in those two syllables cracked something inside her that she’d kept solidly frozen since her last relationship crashed and burned.
“Hi,” she said, laughing softly. “Pick your jaw up off the floor, spymaster. Savis Eletath has had all kinds of women to play with. I’m just one more in a long line.”
She watched as Andethor took a breath, and then she watched with interest as another transformation took place. Andethor’s entire posture changed, from that sleek, powerful stance she usually associated with him, to a slumped, lazy, somehow slimy looking posture, his body almost snake-like in its movements as he fell into character. Even the expression on his face changed. A leering, haughty, petulant mask fell over his features.
If she’d seen Savis Eletath in the Mars Lounge, she would have immediately wanted to punch him in the face. And she would have kept an extra eye on the other servers and bartenders, just to make sure he wasn’t harassing them.
“Wow. I hate him already,” she said, and it earned a laugh. But not Andethor’s usual deep, rich laugh. This was more like a high-pitched cackle.
“Come, pet. Pleasure awaits and I expect you to please me,” he said in a snide, careless voice, and only the look in Andethor’s eyes, almost pleading could reassure her that her friend was stillthere, buried deep in the persona he hated. She gave him a small, hopefully reassuring smile.
“You’re good at this,” she whispered, and then went for her own transformation, trying for a blank, ditzy expression and wrapping her arm around one of Andethor’s. “Yes, sir. Let’s go play,” she said in a bubbly voice, and she heard him groan.
“Killin’ me, Jules,” he muttered as he grabbed their bags and started walking off of the ship, pulling her with her. He tossed the bags carelessly at a porter who was waiting there, and she had to hide her surprise when she got a look at the Hendrix… which had undergone a transformation of its own. It was now the same bright blue as Savis’s hair and had a very prominent, very busty trio of naked women on the side, of different alien races.
“Paradise” was painted in bold, flowing letters under the trio of naked women, and she had to bite back a laugh.
When Andethor played a role, he clearly played it all the way.
He started moving through the port in that lazy, sinuous way, and she kept a hold on his arm, walking by his side, looking all around. They’d talked about that before, that it would be more than okay for her to play a wide-eyed, ditzy woman getting herfirst glimpse of the pleasure planet. At least she wouldn’t have to pretend not to be surprised by the things she’d likely see there.
“Stop gawking and touch me,” he demanded in that snide voice. People were looking at them as they moved through the busy port, and she obeyed, moving one of her hands from his arm to trail along his body, caressing his chest and stomach, his lower abs openly as he walked them toward the exit.
She tried very, very hard not to think of all the rigid muscle she was rubbing as they walked. “Yes, Savis. I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t forget again. This isn’t a free trip for you, toy. I expect your constant fucking attention,” he said, and oh she would make him pay for that petulant tone later.
“Yes, Savis,” she said in her best air-headed tone, letting her fingers tease at his navel for a moment before moving lower, toying with the buckle of the belt on his low-slung pants.
They exited the port, and the presence of warm, bright sunlight made her gasp. It felt like the perfect early summer day on Earth: warm but not hot and humid, with a gentle breeze blowing the fronds of the tall purple and pink trees that lined the front of the port.
A transit car was waiting at the curb, and Savis pulled her toward it. She could see that their bags were already waiting inside, and when they got in, Andethor dragged her onto his lap. “The Heights, Cabin 13,” he said, and the transport zoomed off as she did her best, trying and failing not to think about how good and hard he felt under her.
How hard every part of him felt under her.
She felt her face heat. Had she really done that to him with just a few touches? The sense of power that gave her was almost overwhelming. She knew she was a good-looking woman. But it had been a long time since her effect on a male had been this immediate and obvious.
She couldn’t help it. She shifted her ass and was rewarded with a deep groan.
“If this was a bigger transport I’d have you on your knees right now,” Savis/Andethor said in that snide tone. His hand was on her side, but a second later, he lifted it to her back and she felt him trailing his fingertips on the bare skin of her back. A little shiver went through her and it took her a second to realize he was tracing letters on her back.
