Part 18

---

John was doing fine, not breaking his attention from his mood and the latest he'd gathered from Larran. He located Chiana, standing in her peculiar way, knees bent a bit out, rear out a bit, forearms above her head against the massive window overlooking Larran's massive garden spread. His glance took in her thinner, naked form without distracting him. "Hey Pip."

John wondered at her looking out the window, mistily semi-transparent as it was after ages of grime and fake rain from the biodome. Still it had a killer view of Larran's killer garden. He stopped at an occasional table on the way over to her. His wash was folded in her peculiar way. "Cool. Got my jacket too, I was going to ask about that."

"Yeah I know" Chiana softly commented.

"Darn, I'm getting predictable" he threw his cleaned jacket over his shoulder and began walking towards her.

Chiana glanced over her shoulder to watch, because the way he looked walking like that always gives her a drad arousal. It works as always, she smirks to herself. "No I" she glanced down in thought, "I just know."

"That's a...." he sniffed and wiped his nose with his finger in a casual way "nice view you're giving the garden." He tried not to look at the charcoal lips of her sex. "You uuh" he gestured to her, "just shave that?"

Chiana looked out the window a moment before turning her head a little his way with a smirk. "Oh yeah. Burnt it all off, smooooth as firesilk. Larran liked the hair."

"Burnt it all off?" John's forehead creased. "You need some bandages or something, I'll get nutsy-"

"No, Crichton, it's fine. I just used a frelling oil lamp."

"You couldn't do that if you were Human, I'll tell you that. Yeow."

"So much...." she looked skyward, then the opposite direction, "for trying it on you" she looked back to him with a wry smirk.

"Aw, that white bit of cotton was cute" he stood behind her left shoulder. She looked back out the window. He tapped her shoulder. She turned her head closer. "What was under it looks even better" he smiled with lazy eyes.

Chiana pursed her lips and ran her crotch over the nearer leg of his leather pants. It slid smooth over the material with a spray like hiss. He looked the other way, rounded his lips and hissed in a breath. It didn't help bring any relief. He felt himself harden with a speed he didn't know was possible. He looked at her in the reflection.

"And Larran's nuts if he liked that little ol fluff of hair down there, that's so not the part I like" he said in a low, even tone, moving his hands around the little silken body. He folded his arms around in front of her, under her tight remaining breasts. The already hard black nipples visibly pulled harder.

"Mm" she hummed, confirming he was hard with a rub of her rear against him.

"You uuh...."

"Yeah" she quickly sighed.

"Dang" he said under his breath, immediately letting go of her and working on his pants. He bent over and let out a grunt to himself. He was at full attention and how. Man, he never got hard-ons that hard before, he's sure of that. He paused in the middle of unlacing his shoes. "You sure? Can always kiss it and make it better."

She flexed her position to give him an even clearer access. He gawked up incredulous a moment, then plunked his forehead into his shoes a couple of times. "Geeawd what a booty shot."

"What a what?"

"Nothing, it's just, just something...." he stood with his shoes in his hand. "You got one seriously lean body there. So. Are you going to pose on display there or are we going somewhere else?"

"Frell it now, I'll just stand" she kept looking out.

He dropped both shoes. "Right." He grabbed her around under the tight remaining breasts and slid into her, halting halfway to see her shiny black nipples were somehow a bit longer and stretched very tight. "Oh man" he said to himself, sliding in further. He couldn't resist pulling back and then in again. She was so incredibly tight and muscular, yet it slid like it was in oiled rubber. He hissed in a breath trying to hold himself back. It already wanted to fire the shot.

Just as he began to gain control, the muscles so tautly surrounding his hardness gripped and flexed in a fluid motion from his base to the tip as if it were trying to stretch it or pull him in farther. It was one thing only she seemed to be able to do, and worse it always drove his body nuts. His ragged breath spat into her silken mop of hair, his climax shot inside her with a hot urgency. "Oh gaaa-oh ga!"

Her body trembled yet continued its motions as if he hadn't already came. "Oh no" he exhaled to himself, trying to brace for another of her moods of expecting double shots of him. "Oh no, please don't let it be a triple shot mood" he breathed out to himself.

"Wouldn't you like that, John" Harvey appeared on the outside of the filthy window looking in at them. "We both know your thoughts are as dirty as ever, much like this window" Harvey looked up and down in front of himself. "And like this window, we must face the fact that it's getting dirtier all the time." Harvey smiled despite the bird dropping that landed on his shoulder.

"Some things are better dirtier" John gritted under another particularly supple coaxing grind from her.

"Well it's building up too much" Harvey produced a window cleaner spray and squeegee. "You clean inside, I'll clean outside. Oh I grant you you'll run out of spray on the second shot, but she won't mind. You could go for four or five, she's willing to do whatever you ask. Try for a record, John, we both know she's done all night orgies before" Harvey sprayed the cleaner bottle downward from between his legs a couple times, smiling in at him through the still filthy window. "And the big O is one thing you've seen for yourself she never fakes."

"Why don't you just lick the window with your tongue or something so I don't have to hear you" John groaned into her hair. Chiana made a sharp exhale and started lavishing her tongue along the window before her.

"Not me John" Harvey assured. "I'm not going to stand out here forever. But you, you've got plenty of time."

"While you scheme, I know, easy for you. You've got time, you don't have anything to do" he grumbled. Chiana jerked herself off of his staff before he realized he was speaking out loud. "No! No, not you Pip, Harvey. He's....bugging again, always bugging."

John stayed where he was, his hand over his eyes as Chiana stepped aside. Chiana looked around through the window in thought for a few moments before her finger ran under the rim of the tip of his now wet and still fully erect staff. "Well get rid of him" she upbraided him. "I didn't invite two in it this time, just you."

John moved his hand an inch from his face and blinked, trying to ignore the implications of her "this time." "Oh I very much doubt it, John" Harvey answered his thoughts. "But then we both know she'd be very willing to try. Look at it as in your favor, she said just you. You should be flattered, I'd think" Harvey went back to trying to clean the window.

The window kept getting dirtier. Harvey produced a tiny cloth that looked exactly like the soft cotton-like hair Chiana had removed. He wiped it and held up the now dirty hair. "Like your thoughts, I'm afraid this cleaning isn't helping, in fact, it's only getting dirtier."

John smiled wanly, one hand holding the Chiana he imagined he was back in front working on him, and the other hand pointing down to Harvey's feet, standing in thin air. "Just get lost Harvey, there's no deck right there."

"I realize that John" Harvey angrily waved the tiny strip of white hair before his face. "But before I drop, let me remind you that you should avail yourself of this opportunity to momentarily clear your mind of these dirty thoughts once you've finished, and leave me to consider our next move."

"Yeah fine" John nodded, watching him drop from sight and snickering. "Oh here's hoping there's uncharted territories I can get into" he snickered at the enormously attractive thought that nothing was slowing his thoughts from getting dirtier these days. "Knew I hadn't maxed out yet."

Chiana smirked at the overloaded staff her finger was absently teasing. She stopped a microt to flick the spurt from her finger that he didn't seem to be aware he'd been shooting. It was amazing what changes the stimulant drugs Larran had his food laced with could do to a male's responses, she thought with a chuckle. A new extreme of pressure finally prevented the staff from trembling in its strain to keep producing. She ran a finger up the bottom of the staff, removing the trails of lingering evidence and flicking it from her hand before he noticed.

"Man" he muttered to himself at noticing his body was suddenly extremely sore in a certain region. He sharply inhaled and stepped aside, teasing the tip at her rear. She moaned lightly, flexing her rear back more, urging him to make a choice. His arm lovingly eased around her silken body. "Where were we" he closed his eyes and asked into her hair.

"In the other one" she urged with a boyishly gruff voice, brushing herself against his staff.

"Yeah, sorry to keep you waiting. Oh that one" he teased the tip at her sex.

"Frell! Just....frell, I-I'm just as, as good with one as the other, frelling pick one" she almost whined at the last word.

"Is that a promise or a threat" he snickered. Taking in a sharp breath, he thrust into her, opening his eyes to see her shiny black nipples brush the window. He blinked, somehow mesmerized, but soon lost all thought when she gave him another of her patented wringers.

She shoved the side of her face against the window and yelled in a raw screech, coming the same moment he climaxed. His yell joined hers when she seemed unwilling to let it ebb, holding him hard. The climax lasted, becoming an agonizing beauty. Finally he gave out and she let him go. Chiana flexed up onto her toes while he fell back with a thud.

Chiana turned around, smirking fondly. She bent over onto him, stopping his ragged gasps for breath with an entry of her tongue along his lips before moving into a demanding kiss. He tried to respond, but couldn't, heaving for breath. She gave up with a fond lick along his lower lip. She stood and returned to looking out the window. "Missed you" she barely whispered.

"Yeah missed you....toooo-oh manannabananachianarama" he moaned. At length he caught his breath and stood behind her. "Thanks for the wring cycle."

"Anytime" she smirked and shifted tensely, shoving her hard rear into him.

"Uw" John sucked in a breath while he felt his just easing manhood respond. "Two orders per customer only right now Pip" he got out through a tight jaw. He set to the chore of putting his pants back on, which wasn't going to work the regular way.

Chiana let a long hiss breathe out while she went back to watching out the window. "Have fun nights going out after a nice day of servicing the fekkik the last few weekens?"

"No Pip" he was clearly struggling to keep patient. "Larran's not the kind I like to boogie with. Hell I don't even like to boogie."

"Then why don't you come on in, enjoy a little more....with someone you don't have to 'bo-gie' with to have a good time." She looked over her shoulder to him. His glazed glance to her looked pitifully tried. Her eyes blinked back to him openly.

Damn, he thought, she could shift faster than quicksilver. It almost pulled him in. "Were you having problems finding things to do?"

"You know, it's not like there's too much else to do around here. Why do you look that way?"

"What "way"?" he was suddenly defensive. "Why the heck you gotta look that way?"

"What? Look you ah wa-wanna talk about anything, you" she managed a nervous smirk, "you got a real captive audience here."

"Fine" his jaw clenched, "that's just what I came in here for. Larran's told me he just got a new controller for those nice shiny phantasm dogs of his. So you've got to be careful. I'm gonna figure how Willy Wonka's toys work and figure some way to keep them off you when he's not around." He cut off her protest with a hand held up. "I know they piss you off, and they'd piss me off enough to kill that bastard with a look but....We gotta humor this creep, find out what our gameplan is."

"Well you humor him. You got his gameplan?"

"No I ain't got his game. Just...trust me here. I got something brewing out there."

"No. No I'm not playing dead while you-"

"Chi-ana! We got to work together on this."

She nearly growled through her teeth. He decided to take that as an okay. "You're a pip," he patted her silken crotch. "Frell Larran, that's much better, now anything'll slip right in that industrial strength grinder of yours." he stepped back. She laughed, leaning her chest into the window and her rear out, better displaying the newly naked crotch at him.

"Yeeeow!" he yelled as he turned around, walking over to the occasional table. "I am here to state, I am here to relate, to explain aaaand make it plain that..." He grabbed his clothes and kept walking, yelling out in song. "OoooooI'm just wild about hairless, she's just wild about me, yeeeaaah! The heav'n-ly wrenches of that thang's kisses just fill me with ecstaaasy, say now" he jumped and clicked his heels while he clumsily headed toward the door. "She's sweet just like cotton candy or sticky as the honey from a bee oh, I'm just wild about hairless, and she's just wild on it, can not do enough of it" he stopped at the door to jump and click his heels again before heading out, slamming the door. She still heard him bellow painfully off key. "She's just wiiiiiiiild about me-eeeeeeeeeeeee, heeeell yeah! Woooo!"

Chiana made a few more tight breaths, watching the way he'd left with tears in her eyes. She sat cross legged for a moment, wiping her face with her sticky fingers. She looked at her hand, smirking fondly. Then she stood and turned again to look out the window as she had been when he entered.

A triumphant smile cocked down her face to Larran, glowering back up from the garden. He furiously threw down a viewer in his hand, turned and stormed from the garden.

---

Next Page