The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
Now you do remember I said there would be xex, right? I don't have to put up a Xex alert disclaimer because you paid attention at the very beginning, right? Right.
It was sweltering in the sauna, though not as hot as I expected. There was just enough heat to make things comfortable, and just enough wet to to start me sweating. The sauna was fairly compact, though there was standing room and sitting room. It's wooden sides gleamed with the glaze that kept it from buckling from the water. There were droplets that skimmed its surface. There was the smell of ...herbs. I thought I detected sage, and something minty, and another sweet salty musky odor. The scent brought to mind tales of ceremonial sweats and Amazonian traditions. It wasn't that great a leap to make, but it was a silly notion for modern times, right?
There were three people in the sauna besides myself. This was not the surprise. Not really. I expected to see people. I just didn't expect a naked Solarnov to have her arms stretched up towards the ceiling with her wrists bound by the ends of a large terrycloth towel. Her fists were clamped around the twisted folds of the towel as if she were leaning into it for support. Her lithe body gleamed. Her nipples were flush and peaked. Her curls sparkled, reflecting the soft light that illuminated the room. There was a hint of pink on thighs, and I imagined there was more on her backside. She was panting, near writhing, and glaring at me through an erotic haze as if I'd interrupted something important.
And I had. I realized what that musky odor was, and blushed; way red. Way way red. OH I had stepped in it. I remembered something my mother had said to me once. "Once you've seen someone naked, you can't Not have seen them naked." She was right. I'd carry the memory of this for a long time.
Ephiny was prone on one of the seats, breathing heavy and deep, as if she were just recuperating. The lower half of her was covered with a towel, but her torso was sweating profusely, and her breasts' stems were upright; fruit for the plucking or pulling, as the case may be. Her eyes seemed glazed, though they flickered with recognition when she turned her head to look at me. I think she would have gotten up if she weren't already trapped in erotic lethargy.
Pony was flicking a short multistranded ...whip..thingy... (Hey, I didn't know what it was! Later I found out it was a flogger. . .) against her palm as she turned to look at me. The strap, which was wrapped around her thigh, turned out to be holding a long, wide, black glistening phallus. It saluted me obscenely with each relaxed flex of muscle. I swear I heard Solarnov whimper. Then again, it could have been me.
I attempted to ignore the abrupt and powerful responding zing I felt in my center. 'Yep, I should have known better,' I chastised myself. I cleared my throat, and licked my lips to cure the sudden drought that I was feeling. It seemed that all the liquid in my body was charging downstream. I straightened my shoulders, held pen and papers in Pony's direction and squeaked out, "These need your signature."
Oh, that was impressive. I ahemed again at the terribly stern look she gave me. I tried once more, this time with a semi-normal sounding voice, almost. "Please."
She grimaced at me. "Couldn't you have gotten Dr. Pappas to sign these," she said as she tucked the flogger under one arm and yanked the clipboard out of my hand. I felt the heat of arousal sparking off of her. I was well aware of the proximity of the phallus. I was feeling very...provoked, in a sensuous kind of way.
"I was told she was unavailable." I answered, with some measure of equanimity. I kept telling myself, 'I can do this. I can do this." I studiously turned my attention to Pony's face and kept it there. But my peripheral vision picked up the Ephiny's standing motion, then lost her, and then picked her up again near Solarnov. I heard a low, obscure whisper, and a whimpered moan in response.
Pony grunted, "And I was?" The answer to that was fairly obvious.
I waffled. "You said anytime and I. . ."
She dotted an "I" perfunctorily and turned to the next page, ". . .have a job to do." I could hear the thin scrape of pen against the paper, and succulent kissing noises to my right. Pony didn't sign the last, necessary page. She looked at me, as she handed the clipboard to my trembling grasp, "I can tell you that Mel is as available as I am. Perhaps more so. She's in her office. I guarantee it. Get her signature on this, and I'll forgive you for," she waved in Solarnov and Ephiny's direction. The curly blonde's lips were attached to one lovely mammary. Her hand....Solarnov had begun to buck against Ephiny's tenderly moving hand, even as Pony concluded her statement. "interrupting us."
I thought forgiveness would be a good thing. I was sure of it. "I'm sorry I...."
"Don't mention it." Pony looked me straight in the eye, "Not to anyone."
I shook my head rapidly. Not a word of this would pass my lips. I took the pen back, and carefully tucked it in the clipboard. "Thank you," I said. The General nodded graciously, then waved me off. Her attention turned away from me and back to matters at hand.
I backed out, hastily shutting the door behind me. I felt a dribble of sweat from my brow and knew it was from much more than the warm humidity of the sauna. I looked at the guard, who gave me a rueful grin. "Pretty smart that," she thumbed a direction at the phone. Her gaze narrowed, though the smile didn't, "Betcha don't do that again," she said.
I turned another shade of red, and retorted, "Not without a ferking engraved invitation." My heart beat hard and fast. I was having a sudden wish for just such a thing. The Amazon laughed. I don't know if it was in understanding or not. I just fled toward's Dr. Pappas' office.
It was time to find Mel and get that last signature. Maybe I could get my focus back then.
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