Page 36 of All You Need is Alien Love
He jumps to his feet and pushes over a tall rolling curtain screen.
“Buenos días, everyone. We ask for a moment of your patience. River has a special surprise planned for his hubby-boo, so please bear with us non-tentacled boys for just a few moments while we complete our preparations.”
The lights are turned down as Evan and I hurry behind the curtain, moving the rolling device until it’s in position in front of the pool ladder, which I proceed to climb. That’s when my BFF pulls out my performance’s secret weapon from the bag he’s had ready and waiting.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s a bit of a challenge even though we’ve been practicing for days. We’ve gotten to be far more adept at it than when we started, so it only takes us about a minute and a half to get me fully ready, even in the dark.
I give Evan a big thumbs-up as I put on my accompanying goggles and elongated snorkel.
You’ve got this, River, I reassure myself, then I dive into the water with a splash.
I watch as Evan rolls away the curtain screen and the lights go back up to reveal me in all my majestic glory.
Although I can’t hear much under the water, I’m mentally picturing the amazement on everyone’s faces.
After all, it’s not every day you see a sexy thang like me transformed into a stunning mermaid, complete with a shimmering tail—the perfect shade of purple to match my hubby-boo’s eyes.
Ariel, eat your heart out!
I start performing my supersexy mermaid underwater dance routine that I’ve been practicing for weeks. In my head, I’m singing “Part of Your World” just like I did when I was a kid. I went through a slightly obsessive phase withThe Little Mermaidand used to sing all of the songs while in the bathtub. It’s what gave me the idea for this part of the Sanctioning Ceremony, actually.
Memories of my supergay youth to the rescue!
While I’m not the most athletically gifted person in the world, I’m doing pretty damn well right now if I do say so myself. What I lack in natural talent, I make up for with hard work and panache. However, when I came up with this epic idea, I knew I needed help to make it a successful reality and not a massive flop.
Lucky for me, Evan, having the many amazing connections that he does in Vegas, is good friends with an underwater performer who does mermaid routines at theSilvertonand even trained for summer at the famous Weeki Wachee Springs in Florida.
Laurel was a huge help in teaching me the basics—turns out trying to swim with a mermaid tail and not drown is a lot fucking harder than it looks.
We didn’t have months of time for training, so I couldn’t really condition my lungs to spend multiple minutes underwater without breathing, but I was able to work my special snorkel into my performance to compensate for that.
I’m brilliant like that, natch.
Really getting into my routine, I twirl through the water like the diva mermaid I am in this moment, wiggling my shiny tail and shaking it for all I’m worth.
My blurry, goggled gaze never leaves my boo’s face, and when I reach my arms and hands out in invitation to him, I get a thrill watching his expression turn from wide-eyed amazement to blazing hot desire.
Well, that’s what my rose-colored goggles show me anyway.
Just like his performance was all for me, so too is mine for him. The rest of our audience doesn’t matter. My version of the underwater mating dance is solely for Kai, and I pull out all the motherfucking stops.
I’m breathing pretty heavily when I come to the end of my routine, and I once again have a greater appreciation for underwater performers. This is seriously a major workout!
After I grab onto the handles of the stairs and pull myself half out of the water, I yank off my goggles and snorkel to wave at everyone giving me a standing ovation.
I motherfreakingrockedthe casbah. ’Cuz that’s how River Sullivan gets it done, bay-bee!
Evan helps pull me the rest of the way out of the water and unzips me from my wet mermaid tail, which is super tricky to get out of without assistance—even harder than wriggling out of my tightest pair of skinny jeans.
Once I’m free and standing on shaky legs, I manage to make it down the stairs to towel off and bundle into my robe.
When I finally look at Kai again, the fire I see burning in his eyes singes me to the core. I want to throw myself at him withlust-fueled abandon, let him fuck me six ways to Sunday, and feel him in my mouth, my ass, and all over me.
I want my cock in his mouth, and I want his tentacles writhing inside me, and?—
Grandma Iris interrupts my lewd train of thought by clearing her throat. “If our two grooms can please return to their dressing rooms, we will have a short adjournment for lunch, then continue with our afternoon trial for our impressive couple.”
I give Kai one last fleeting—and super horny—look before Evan all but drags my ass back into my impromptu dressing room so I can get cleaned up and dressed for the rest of the day’s events.
