This choice: Her partner is her alien fuck-buddy. • Go Back...Chapter #5Her partner is her alien fuck-buddy. by: Texienne   You are starving right now, actually. But the direction Cindi pointed is a cafe so far across the plaza that you can't image she could really identify anyone in it.
"You see your partner?" you ask, confused. She has caught your hand and started hauling you along though.
"Oh, I have zoom vision," she explains. "Like having telescopes in my eyes, you know? Had them installed so I could get a higher-paying job. When I came here I had super thick glasses and I looked kinda ugly, so I've had a lot of fun with body mods."
"If you were ever ugly, you must have had a lot of mods!" you blurt out, then realize it might have sounded rude. But she just pooches her lips in a smirk.
"I'll take that as a compliment. And trust me, it did take a buttload of mods just to fix my face, never mind my scrawny-ass flat body. I was hands down the least desired girl in my high school when I was brought here."
You decide there is just nowhere good you can go with this topic unless you shift direction slightly. "So the mods you're talking about include those tattoos?"
"Well I guess you could say that. But I talking more about the body underneath them."
"So why would a girl get a tattoo like… um, that?" You try to indicate the Lesbian pair still going at it without being too blatant. They've now migrated up her breast so that the bottom angel is laying with her back arched over Cindi's nipple and her wings hanging down to circle around beneath it. The top angel is sitting on the bottom angel's face while using her hands to make love to her.
Cindi gave a strong laugh. "Why do you think I got it? And it works great, too! I get propositioned by girls way more often since I added these cuties to my menagerie."
So she goes that way. You're disappointed, but you kinda guessed it when you first saw the tat in question. You clear your throat again. "So this job you have, is it something your partner does too?"
"Huh?" she looks back at in confusion, then laughs. "No, not that kind of partner. We're sex partners. Fuck buddies. Although Svaag has been avoiding me for a month, so I'm worried he might be about to break up with me. We haven't gotten together like this for ages."
And you brain goes skittering right back off the tracks. But now you know she's bi, so... good to know.
"Wait!" you protest, trying to pull her to a stop. "This is some kind of date? I shouldn't…"
She tightens her grip on you hand as she continues pulling you along and rolls her eyes at you. "This is just lunch. We aren't hooking up right there in the cafe, dude."
Your stomach is overruling your sense of third-wheel-ness, so she's able to keep pulling you forward. Then she adds, "Besides, if we are still hooking after lunch like we normally do on our days off, don't be surprised if Svaag invites you along. He's cool with stuff like that. And I haven't had a good threesome in months, so I would love you to say yes."
Completely baffled by this girl's nonchalant attitude about such things, you let yourself be brought all the way to the outdoor table her 'partner' has already obtained, where you sit down and get introduced.
You can see how Svaag could be mistaken from behind for you. He's close to the same height and build as you, and he has human-like hair that is similar to yours. Except for his odd orange-gold colored eyes, his strange facial hair (he has tufts of beard coming out right at his cheekbones, but nothing where a human beard or mustache would dwell) and the three antenna like protrusions from his hairline, he looks quite human.
Actually, you realize that he looks kind of girly.
Cindi says, "Just let me order for you, okay? You won't know anything on the menu. You're not vegan or anything right?"
"I'm fine with eating meat," you answer.
She laughs. "Make sure to get a little choosier. Say 'non-sapient meat', so you don't get served something that used to be a thinking being. Unless you're okay with that, I mean."
You pale a little, since she just implied that people, or at least some kind of alien people, might get eaten here!
The waitress who comes to the table is not a living being, but it takes you until the end of order-taking to even realize it. Her robot body is modeled off a human or something very similar. The gauze smock she is wearing leaves no doubt she has all the same parts, anyway. It's even more see-thru than the scarf that Cindi is just barely wearing over her nether regions.
After she leaves, Cindi grins at you and says, "If you're wondering, the equipment all works on one of those. They got the programming for it too. But you have to get the owner's permission if you ever want to try it."
You cough in embarrassment.
You all make small talk until the meal (which Cindi assures you is from a non-sentient animal like a cow) is mostly eaten. There was one interlude that was a bit odd, when Cindi set her utensil down and very quietly sat there, trembling and holding very still. You wonder if she is ill until you realize the angel pair are having orgasms.
She finally breathes in a very shaking breath, then smiles at you.
"You can feel it when they…"
"Yeah," she giggled. "It was a hell of a surprise the first time. I wasn't warned that was gonna happen. I guess I should thank you for this one. It's completely random what sets them off."
You realize the pair have become static one again. Apparently they will now be in this new position until the next time someone 'sets them off.'
She sticks out her tongue for just a moment, then says, "Hope you two enjoyed the show."
"Oh, we did," Svaag assures her with a smile.
After she finishes eating, Cindi turns to Svaag and asks, "So… you're looking pretty skinny. Have you been eating okay?"
Svaag shakes his head, but then says, "I wasn't for the last month, but it's something normal for my species. And I can eat normally again, now."
Cindi frowns. "You're sure? Did you go to a doctor?"
He looks at her for a long pause, then finally says, "Cindi… there's something I need to tell you."
Cindi looks like she is dreading what is coming next. You've seen that look on girls who think they're about to be dumped, so you really wish she hadn't dragged you along. Even if you are super-grateful for the meal.
"What is it?" she asks warily.
When you hear the answer she gets, you can see from her reaction that it's nothing like what she thought was coming.
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