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“Well, ‘The Whip’ will still be there next weekend,” Seline told her, squeezing her arm. “And I might like to tag along, even if I don’t bring Nox.”
“You don’t have to bring him if you don’t want to,” Kat assured her. “Deep and Lock can keep an eye out for you—it’ll be safer if we’re all there together.”
“Yes, you’re right.” Seline nodded absently. A thought had begun to form in her mind—a plan that she wasn’t entirely sure was a good idea. But the more she thought of it, the more she wanted to do it…
“Well—here we are. Hey, don’t walk past your own door!” Kat’s tug on her arm got Seline’s attention.
“Oh, thank you.” She gave a little laugh as she pressed her hand to the flat metal plate. It recognized her print and slid to one side to allow her entry. “My mind’s all over the place,” she told Kat.
“Yes, I can see that, doll.” Kat frowned. “Maybe later when you’re feeling better you can tell me how you managed to get the Far Box so fast. But for now, go lay down and take it easy.”
“I will,” Seline promised—but she had no intention of laying down.
She gave Kat a quick hug but as soon as the door slid shut behind her, she went straight to her closet and began looking through the clothing there. Her breasts still felt full and heavy and her pussy was throbbing, but somehow that only spurred her on. Her mind kept showing her sexy snapshots of naughty things—most of them involved Nox, but she wasn’t about to ask him to come with her. He might think she was weird, the way her ex, Mitchell had.
She would go to the club that Kat had mentioned—The Whip. Maybe she would just watch…or maybe she might find someone to help scratch the sexual itch she felt growing inside her. She felt so empty—like she needed desperately to be filled by someone.
She wished it could be Nox, but how could she ask him? He had no emotions—no feelings towards her or any desire to help her scratch the itch. Besides, it would be so embarrassing to admit all the fantasies she’d been having about him!
No, she decided, she would go alone. There were always pilots standing by, ready to fly people down to Earth. She would take a trip to Tampa and see if she liked the Lifestyle and maybe she would even find someone to “play” with her.
A part of her knew going to a strange fetish club alone might be a bad or dangerous idea. But the urges inside her were too strong—too overwhelming—they overruled her common sense. She needed to be touched…to be held down and filled and fucked and bred!
Pushing her doubts aside, Seline found one of her sexiest Yonnie Six outfits and pulled it out of her closet.
She was going to get her itch scratched one way or another tonight.
FIFTY-ONE
NOX
“I am sorry Nox, yes I am, yes I am—but I seem to be out of emotion dampers at the moment.” Yipper spread his hairy little hands wide, a remorseful look on his long face. “I was sure that I ordered some from my regular supplier, but they have not yet come in. No they haven’t, no they haven’t.”
Nox felt a surge of what could only be termed irritation—a tightening in his midsection and an urge to clench his fists—which he fought grimly. Earlier, Yipper had been busy with another patient. Nox had returned after an hour or so, only to get this new and disturbing news.
“Out of emotion dampers?” he exclaimed. “When will you have them in again?”
“A solar week at most,” Yipper promised him. “I’ll call my supplier right away and ask him to rush the order—yes I will, yes I will!”
“Well what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Nox demanded. “I am feeling, Yipper! I am having all kinds of emotions and most of them are negative or inappropriate. I am unused to this turmoil inside me!”
“I know you are, I know you are,” Yipper said, frowning anxiously. “I just don’t understand how these emotions could get so strong so fast. No I don’t, no I don’t!”
“I don’t understand it, either!” Nox ran a hand through his hair. “I had an inkling that I might have started to have feelings when I saw you a few hours ago. But now, it’s almost as though someone has flipped a switch inside me. Emotions are pouring through me and they just won’t stop!”
“And you say most are inappropriate or negative?” Yipper asked him. “But inappropriate in what way, Nox?”
“They are…sexual in nature,” Nox admitted, feeling the heat of unwanted embarrassment in his cheeks. “Like the dreams I told you about.”
“I see. And are these feelings—and these dreams—to do with one particular individual? Are they, are they?” Yipper probed.
