Page 19 of Bad Beehavior

Chapter 13: Jennessa

“And that over there is a horse.” I point to the tourists riding in the horse-drawn carriage as we make our way through Central Park.

We needed to get out of my apartment. I’m glad Bee and I are on the same page now, even if the idea of him leaving me to impregnate some other willing bitch makes my blood boil. I know it shouldn’t, but I guess I’m the jealous type.

The guy obviously has some attachment issues. We need to spend time away from my small apartment as much as possible,or I’m going to fuck his brains out, and then he really will fall in love with me. If he keeps making me orgasm the way he did, hey, I might just fall in love with him, too. And, of course, that cannot happen. I have enough problems to deal with. Falling in love with a bee alien whose one desire is to impregnate me was not on this year's bingo card.

Bee doesn’t say anything from the top of my shoulder. I don’t think he can speak in his bee form. If he did, I probably wouldn’t hear him anyway. So, now I’m just the crazy lady in Central Park talking to herself. It’s fine. At least it’ll keep the creeps away.

I stop in front of a saxophone player performing with a small group of people surrounding him. “Do you like jazz?” I ask Bee from my shoulder as I snap my fingers and wiggle my hips.

An older woman gives me a strange look before taking a step away from me.

Yep, definitely the crazy lady today. Thank God it’s New York, and crazies are about as common as pizza shops.

I keep walking.

“Oh, let’s get an ice cream!” I exclaim as a pastel cart comes into view. If Bee was such a fan of a plain bagel, he’s going to shit his pants when he discovers ice cream.

It must suck to live a life on a planet with tasteless food. It’s just another reason why I can’t run off to his planet with him. I can’t help that my mind wanders around points for why maybe a fresh start would be good for me. Of course, that would be absolutely crazy.

Yes, Bee makes me feel unlike I’ve ever felt before, and even if his words are strange and robotic, he’s said the most romantic things anyone’s ever said to me. Maybe I’m starved for affection, or maybe this is something different—something real. Regardless of my feelings, I can’t entertain the idea. His planet doesn’t even have bagels, for Pete’s sake!

“One vanilla cone, please,” I say to the man at the ice cream cart. I could go more adventurous with my flavor choice, but I don’t want to make Bee’s brain explode.

The man hands me my waffle cone and I take a long lick. “Try some,” I say to Bee on my shoulder.

He flies onto the scoop, and although I can’t read his facial features in this form—he literally just looks like a bee—he seems to have consumed a bit, and his body buzzes in excitement.

I smile. It feels good to be the one to show the first aliens ever to visit Earth something so wonderful as ice cream. I mean, I think I’ve shown him things even better than ice cream in his short time here, but Earth has a lot of shitty things. I’d rather be the bearer of all the good.

The sun sets behind the cityscape before me, and I yawn. It’s still early, but I’ve had an eventful day and would rather not hang around Central Park alone at night. I don’t think my little bee friend could do much to protect me against a murderer.

“Alright, Bee, let's get back to my place.” My body already hums, anticipating what’s to come. It’s like I’m a horny teenager who can’t control herself. I’m already thinking about all the things Bee and I can do when we’re alone again.

God, I hope his wings heal soon. I don’t think my brain or my pussy can handle the internal conflict anymore.

Chapter 14: Bailiff

It wasn’t easy to steal a pod and escape from the Hive without the rest of the crew knowing. Not many could orchestrate their own take-off without a crew. This just proves why I’m the superior Pollen Jockey on this mission. I’d like to see Baryx try to do this by himself. He’d surely fail miserably.

I’ve been monitoring his signal closely since he entered the Blue Planet’s atmosphere. The rest of the crew trusts him fully and seems to be fine without him touching base for an exorbitant amount of time. I, on the other hand, don’t trust him. I have afeeling in my gut that he’s messing this mission up, and I want to be the one to catch him.

He was always perfect at the Academy, only seeming to care about his studies and mission. It was easy for him, though. He was bred for this mission.

I had to fight my whole life to make a name for myself, and all it got me was an unimportant and unnoteworthy spot on this crew. There’s no glory in sending off the hero.

He can’t be as perfect as he seems. No one is. I want to be the one catching him screw up.

I toyed around with the idea of checking in on him for more nights than I can count. I know this is a risk that could cost me my rank, but if it turns out he is screwing up, I would be the hero, not him.

My pod bursts through the atmosphere, and I land in a large body of water, exiting and taking in my surroundings before zooming close to the large city.

Baryx was right. This planet is nothing like we expected it to be. I fly through the city streets, taking note of the species below me.

I chuckle to myself, picturing perfect Baryx trying to pollinate one of these females, clearly more evolved than we thought. Sure, he did well when it came to the theory of this mission, but to actually carry out the task of pollinating an intellectual being? Well, I don’t think he’ll be able to handle it.

I swoop down over the heads of the Blue Planet species. There are so many of them. It’s only been a few days, but with this many females, I can’t imagine why it’s taking Baryx so long to find a target and report back to the Hive. My heart inflates with hope that Baryx is surely messing up somehow.

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