Page 29 of Becoming Super

He was laying it on thick. If I was the queen I would have tossed him out on his ass.

“Hmmm, we shall talk about it more at the feast tonight. And your earth sex slave, she can dance for us.”

I almost fell off Axel’s lap. If he won’t have had a hold of me I would have, after jerking so hard at the queen’s statement. I was not a dancer. In fact, if the truth be told I had something of two left feet and not in the cool Ripley’s Believe It or Not sort of way. It was more in the sad, ugly neighbor girl who was perma-braces with broccoli stuck between them kind of way.

Axel inclined his head toward the queen, “Your Majesty, may I request that we let my slave rest and prepare?”

“Of course, the Serai will attend to her.” She clapped her hands and I felt myself being lifted from Axel. I cried out in dismay, but he shot me a look and I quickly closed my mouth. The large men looked like an underwear model shoot gone wild. They carried me out of the room and down a series of stairs until I entered another space that clearly was for servants.

They spoke in a language that I didn’t understand. I was torn between wanting to speak and keeping my promise to Axel to shut the hell up.

Another man came forward and eyed me. He picked up my hair and then frowned.

Motioning with his hands he spoke in rapid-fire alien something. The next thing I knew my space suit was being ripped from my body. I was naked underneath and had no qualms about voicing my concern.

But my cries fell on deaf ears. I tried to cover myself but then I noticed that they weren’t looking at me like they wanted to ravish me. They were rather checking out my legs and the stubble under my arms. The bathing accommodations weren’t as luxurious on the spaceship. And sometimes it was hard to get a good shave.

With a flick of his wrist, the head underwear guy sent me off to another room where I was laid out on a table. It was eerily similar to a gyno’s visit. Another drop-dead handsome man entered and this time he carried what looked like a jar of goo.

Without speaking to me he began to rub the cold sticky substance into my skin. It tingled and smelled a bit like eggs and pastrami.

The man didn’t let an inch of me go without this shit and soon the mixture began to burn a little. I screamed but he didn’t give a flying fuck, the man just turned his back and punched something into a computer.

Moments later there was a ding, from heaven knew where, and I was yanked up and placed into a shower. Blasts from every angle proved successful in removing the goo and to my surprise all the hair, dead skin cells, and even blemishes were gone from my skin. I looked fucking amazing.

Whatever that mixture was that they had I wanted it and in bulk. My pussy was so smooth I don’t think I had ever had such a great feeling even after waxing.

When they started on my hair I was already convinced that they were miracle workers. So, I didn’t say a thing as they lathered this and that into my long platinum tresses. After several steps, they used one of those magic dryers and my hair fell about me in soft waves.

I had thought the soap in Zeron was the shit, but it had nothing on whatever these people were peddling. They pulled out what looked to be henna next and traced all kinds of elaborate designs on my skin. It tickled and felt incredible as I lay there getting pampered and primped by these hot men.

In the back of my mind, I was a little worried about the dancing coming up. But at least I would look good and like my mama used to say, that is half the battle.

When at last every toenail had been buffed, every inch had been kissed with this golden powder, I was finally ready.

When Axel walked in and saw me, I knew everything had been worth it.

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