Chapter 1 | Planet Chorsh
LYRA
The sea on my planet is quiet at night.
I stare into the seaweed mirror of my cave watching the full moon's glow.
My stockings are made of black fishnet and wire. They cover my pink skin tightly. My womanhood is covered with a sheer shell tied into the wire. My breasts are too big to be covered by these awful sticky dead starfish.
I was recently hired by Meister Traeeg. I am told to call him by Meister. Meisters on my planet, Chorsh, are of the wealthiest of our people.
He is our people's tribune. He is not my birth father, but he behaves as such. I am hired to clean his huge home and take care of chores.
His wife, Mauve, is new.
I begin folding their seaweed tunics and seashell sandals. Piles of bejeweled and sanded stone rings are scattered all over the floor in here.
Are planet is mostly ocean. Most of our food and household items are made from sealife.
Mauve's clothes are the latest in fashion. Well, they are on vacation and their cave is all to me now.
Mauve has many clothes. More clothes than Traeeg Meister. I was told to check her bathing suit sizes. If any were too ratty I am to throw them out.
I find one particularly cute piece. It is made of two small grey jellyfish tied with nothing as the jellyfish suction keeps my breasts upright.
My nipples feel happy but my breasts are barely covered. In fact, the nipples are barely covered.
I pull on the matching grey bottoms. The bottoms are made of two strings of thin black goopy jellyfish tentacles.
My figure is hugged too tightly. Everything is falling out. Huh, there is so much perfume in here.
I pick up a black bottle with a pink ribbon labelled 'Dark Touch'. It smells good. Really good.
I better finish folding these clothes in here. I should dust these dresser shelves and the curtain.
My face turns red. The smell in here is so strong. I shouldn't have sprayed it. How embarrassing.
The warmth in my face travels to my chest making the nipples stand on end hard. My breathing escalates. With shaky hands, I try to pry the sucking jellyfish top off but to no avail.
"I will be in, Mauve."
Mauve? His wife isn't here. It's me.
My breasts are aching. I can see through the translucent surface of the jellyfish how red and swollen. When I grab the cold jelly of the jellyfish they only suck with more force.
With a racing heart, I shut the light off and hold my breath. It's dark in here and out in the rest of his room.
"Mauve, I'm so tired."
So am I.
Suddenly, the door bursts open.
