Belonger (An erotic novel): Part One (38 page)

And halfway up the ascent
they began to see people walking completely naked, or wearing
jewelry or accessories alone.
The
mannermen, inhibitingly numerous below, were almost absent
here.

They
pulled
off the avenue
into a neat
ly
ranked
parking lot near the
summit
. Music could be heard ushering from
open windows and doors everywhere.

“
You should strip,” said
Dean. “No one wears clothing up here. Mannermen never come this
high,” he assured them when Ione hesitated. Manassa shrugged
amenably and proceeded to undress. Emma turned to Ione in disbelief
at the unapologetic contradictions of City life, but complied when
she did.

Dean led them into a
green-lit foyer
where he
nodded to a
man seated on a tall stool by
the door. Ione stared at his penis, dangling with an offhand
presumption.

“
Good day,” said the
doorman. “Friends of yours?” he asked.

“
You know it,” Dean grinned,
leading them by as the man carefully scrutinized Ione and her
companions, committing them to memory.

They walked into
a
kind of
closet
and
doors
slid
close on them
. Emma
squeaked
as they abruptly
ascended
. “This is amazing!” she exulted,
and Dean grinned down at her, moved a little closer.

They were lifted to the top
floor and exited into
a short
hallway.
Dean’s apartment was one of
only
four
on his level
,
an obvious privilege, though it was even noisier
than the street. Music boomed from an open door and several men
called out to the tall drummer, who was obviously
well-liked.

“
Nice…” Ione heard one of
them whistle as she passed, hands surreptitiously clasped over her
crotch. A guitar-wielding blond dude beckoned her into the crowded
salon but she turned away without acknowledging his
advance.

“
Mostly musicians around
here,” Dean mentioned as if it explained everything. He
surreptitiously fingered a hidden lock and they entered his
apartment.

Gnomes with
color
ful
eyes
glowed
cheerily onto p
lush
jade carpet stretching seamlessly
from wall to wall
, and a huge picture
window offered a breathtaking image of the City, dominated by the
Dowser’s hill to the right.
Comfortable
couches lurked
about a low table littered
with cups, toys and oddments of musical and sexual
gear
. There was an attached
chamber
,
open
across a high counter, in
which
bottles of every
description were
arrayed on racked
shelves
.

“
Cool,” Emma
gaped.

“
Hey, this is awesome,”
Manassa chimed.

“
Thanks. I’ll show you
everything in a bit. But first things first.”
He
led them
down a painting-lined passageway into
a
bedroom
,
where
Mark
was sleeping deeply, limbs sprawled. Ione saw the characteristic
bulge of his erection beneath the covers.

“
Seems okay,”
Emma decided
, poking him
softly to elicit a sleepy grunt.

Dean
chuckled
.
“He
crashed all day. B
e up later, I
imagine.”

He conducted them next to the wondrous
conveniences of his bathing room, which featured a gleaming white
tub capacious enough for two people.

“
I imagine this is your
concern at the moment,” he chuckled. “There’s another one down the
hall,” he added. Manassa followed him off to use it, leaving them
alone. Emma shut the door and latched it.

“
Let’s get the desert off
us,” Ione decided and turned a gleaming valve handle. Water sprayed
into the tub.

“
It’s heated,” Emma said in
awe. They did not have to rely on the whim of the hot pool here.
Soaps and brushes and washcloths were abundant, and they set about
cleaning themselves.

“
At least we found Mark,”
Ione mused.

“
But what exactly happened
here last night?” Emma wondered, lathering Ione’s back. “You see
how many empty bottles were lying around?”

“
Women,” she archly
returned. “That’s what happened.”

“
Huh. Looks like they know
how to party,” Emma mused, and Ione had to agree.

It seemed impossible that yesterday they had
been lost in the desert. “We need to be careful,” she warned.
“We’re in shock. I have no real idea what’s going on.”

“
Let’s just roll with it for
now,” Emma sighed. “It’s not like we have alternatives,
anyway.”

They washed themselves obsessively, using
liberal quantities of Dean’s balneal sundries to erase any
lingering evidence of their adventures. Emma tried to engage her
romantically—and Ione had to admit the bathroom made an inherently
erotic setting—but she had climaxed recently enough to prefer
caution at the moment.

“
Quit.”

Emma stepped out of the tub, sulking a little
about this rejection. Ione followed her with a towel and dried the
little blond’s body to mollify her. A gnome standing obediently in
the corner blew warm air from its widened lips at the press of a
nipple, quickly dehumidifying their long hair.

“
Why is that sink so big?”
Emma wondered. “And what’s with the cuffs on the side…”

Ione took a look at the raised, freestanding
basin, quickly discerned its intended use. “Get in,” she ordered,
suppressing a smile, and the smaller woman hesitantly complied.

Ione helped position her in the deep,
organically molded cavity so that her vagina was poised directly
under the arched water spout. Emma reclined on its comfortably
sloped contours, arms and legs dangling over the rounded sides.
Ione bound her wrists and ankles to the cuffs fixed lower on the
chassis, locking her in place.

“
So when did you last try to
climax?” she casually inquired.

“
I dunno… at the oasis I
guess,” Emma absently replied, pulling experimentally at the
restraints.

“
Really? I don’t remember
fooling around…”

Emma flushed. “Oh. Yeah. Guess it was back in
the Laplands,” she amended.

“
Uh-huh.” Ione turned the
sink taps, mixed a lukewarm dribble onto Emma’s pubis.

“
Mmmmm,” she hummed, thighs
flexing in pleasure. Ione let the trickling stimulation work on her
lover for a moment.

“
So we better figure out
what we’re going to do next. Our situation isn’t very
secure.”

“
Dean seems alright,” Emma
distractedly replied.

“
Perhaps. But we’re
completely at his mercy.”

Emma closed her eyes, surrendering to the
subversive caress of the faucet. Ione judiciously raised the hot
flow, prompting a deep sigh of contentment from her partner.

“
That’s nice…” she
whispered.

Ione slowly paced about the sink. “So Dean
seemed pretty interested in you.”

“
Maybe,” Emma acknowledged.
Ione raised her flows a little more, enough to set her labia
fluttering, and she squirmed in the sink’s rubber cuffs.

“
You like him?”

“
Well…”

“
Be honest.” She encouraged
Emma with more pressure.

“
I’d suck his pecker, no
problem,” Emma dreamily confirmed.

“
Would you? Give him the
whole experience?” Ione goaded as the water frothed merrily about
Emma’s reddening genitalia.

“
Oh, fuck yes. As long as
you didn’t care…”

“
I suppose you miss the
feeling of semen splashing your throat,” she coaxed.

“
You know I do,” Emma
blushed as the faucet lovingly sprayed her sex.

Ione raised the hot flow again, watched the
pressure invade the smaller woman’s vulva, widening it to a gape.
Emma was raptly preoccupied with the speed and trajectory of the
stream, thighs shifting with jittery precision to keep her
straightening clitoris at the epicenter of its spiraled, sputtering
charge.

“
Ione?” she
wheedled.

“
Yes?”

“
Would you finish me? Twist
a nipple maybe, or gimme a quick whipping?”

“
Hmmm…”

She raised the flows a last time, sending a
stiff jet of water into Emma’s twat, enough stimulation to provoke
an orgasm.

“
Please?” Emma begged,
twisting to offer up a fat tit. “Just grab it…” She pulled
desperately at the cuffs. “C’mon! I haven’t got off in forever!”
she wailed.

Ione circled her dispassionately, measuring
her frustration as the faucet aggressively spattered her pubis.
Emma was sliding back and forth in rapt increments to spread its
force along her vulva, pausing briefly to take the flow on her
asshole before slipping back to bathe her clitoris.

“
Please Ione, I’m
begging
…” She glanced
about desperately. “Shove that brush handle in my ass!” she
implored. “Just stick it in and I’ll come all over the place, no
trouble…”

Her cuffed extremities were drawn to the
clenched limit of restraint, and Ione watched the rhythmic
contraction of her belly as she desperately sublimated the intense
spray at her pudendum to a furious pleasure, cheeks darkening in
humility.

“
Oh fuck, I gotta… you have
to… Ione, just kiss me!
I wanna
come!
” she wailed.

“
We’ll see, dear,” she
mildly replied. “I’m going to check on our sleeping
arrangements.
You
will meditate on the virtues of self-discipline until my
return.” She left Emma to the taunting bliss of the sink,
whimpering needfully under its liquid tongue.

A
raucous clang
issued from the Dowser’s
Club high on the next hill over, clearly visible through the huge
salon window. Its deafening voice startled
everyone but
Dean,
who was
cheered by
the
sound
.

“
Party’s
starting
!
”
He saluted the giant cylindrical edifice with a
pale bottle of stillwater. Emma sat in cross-legged frustration
next to him on the couch, sipping her own.

“
You going over
there?”

“
Not
tonigh
t. I’d h
ave
to stand in line with everyone else.”

“
You don’t stand in
lines?
”
asked
Manassa, rubbing body cream into her legs.

“
Oh. W
ell
,
I’ve
spent as much time as anyone
waiting to
party with the
Dowser,” he admitted
uncomfortably
.
“
B
ut
–

Emma stared expectantly at the sudden tension
in his voice.

“
T
h
at might change
soon,
”
he
ambiguously concluded.

From the exterior hallway came a muffled
shout, trailed by the giggling emanations of women anticipating a
good time. Music blared from every floor of the building but Mark
was still sleeping somehow. Emma wanted to go fuck him or sit on
his face; he could push pussy like no one’s business, and his
cuntversation skills were unsurpassed. Both faculties had been
relentlessly refined by the Lap women, granting him a towering
sexual prowess to match his unique beauty.

But Ione was watching Emma
in her calculating way, about to make some pronouncement or other.
Emma hated her.
She turned to Dean with a
coy look.

“
Hey. Wanna show me
those
drum
thingies?
”

He was obviously flattered
at her interest.
“Sure. Let’s get another
drink, too.”
They stopped in the bar
adjoining the salon, then he led
her
down the hallway.

“
Welcome to the noise,” he
said with a grin, u
shering her inside the
room at its end. She was confronted by a dense assemblage of
glittering circular forms.

“
This is all one
instrument?”
Emma
was
impressed by the complexity of
the
apparatus.

“
Yep.” Dean proceeded to
name each part; a snare drum in the center, tom-toms arranged by
size on an arc, twin kick drums lurking below, pedal driven hi-hat
cymbals for a variable sibilance, and a forest of larger cymbals
above, rides and crashes.