12. Kara
12
KARA
The Fem Lovely Resort looked to Kara a little like the Taj Mahal. It was a vast building made of white marble with a pointed dome on top. The outside was decorated in multiple delicate carvings that looked like filigree and the windows and the vast door that led into the place were rectangles with rounded tops.
“Oh my, this is beautiful!” she murmured to the monk, who told her to call him “Father Gobash,” as he led her through the graceful arched doorway and into the interior.
“We are so glad you find the Fem Lovely Resort to your liking, daughter,” he murmured to her, bowing his bald head. “I’m afraid I shall be going on a much-needed vacation tomorrow, but you won’t miss me—you’ll have your own personal attendant to see to your every need.”
He walked through the vast lobby, which was white marble with streaks of gold and silver running through it, towards a broad, dark wood reception desk. There was no computer on the desk, Kara noted. Instead, she saw a huge book—more like a tome—bound in dark brown leather. It would have been at least twelve inches thick if it had been closed but it was open to the middle of the book, showing vast creamy pages covered in tiny, curving alien script.
Kara peered from the other side of the reception desk and saw that the words written in the book were names—hundreds of them—along with the dates the guests of the resort had checked in and out and the rooms they had stayed in.
“Now then, now then,” Father Gobash muttered to himself. He opened a drawer and withdrew the longest, fanciest quill pen Kara had ever seen. It was made of a single blue and green feather with a purple spray of tiny floating filaments at the very end. It waved fully a meter above the monk’s head as he inscribed Kara’s name in the book.
“Very good,” he said at last, nodding in satisfaction. “And now, who shall we get to serve you, my dear? Ah, I know—Brother Feex is free, as his last guest just checked out yesterday.”
He reached for a tiny silver bell sitting on the desk beside the giant tome and Kara winced and got ready to cover her ears. She was anticipating the huge, bonging sound that the outside bell had produced. But when Father Gobash rang the bell, it emitted a high, sweet, tingling note that lingered in the air.
A moment later, a monk with his thick black hair bound into a braid at the back of his head entered the lobby from a side door Kara hadn’t noticed earlier. He was wearing a long green robe and had a sullen look on his face.
He wasn’t Paradisian, which surprised Kara. Instead, he seemed to be some other kind of humanoid alien. He had dark gray skin and red eyes which looked kind of creepy, if she was being honest with herself.
“Yes, Father?” he asked in a bored voice. “What now?”
“What now? Why, my boy you’ve been blessed by the Goddess Eternal!” Father Gobash exclaimed. “You have a beautiful female to serve—what more could any male ask for?”
Brother Feex looked Kara up and down with a distinctly unfriendly gaze.
“Yeah, okay,” he muttered. “So what room are we putting her in?”
“A little decorum if you please!” Father Gobash frowned at him. “Have you forgotten how we greet our guests here?”
“Right…right…” Brother Feex gave a long-suffering sigh and turned to Kara. Giving her a halfhearted bow, he muttered something so quickly she couldn’t make it out.
“Um, sorry—what?” she asked, frowning uncertainly.
Brother Feex frowned at her but repeated himself, speaking more clearly this time.
“Greetings honored female guest. You are most welcome here at the Fem Lovely Resort. While you are here, I will guide and serve you in all things. Please feel free to call upon me at any hour of the day or night, that I may give you any attention you wish or require. If I can make your stay here at Fem Lovely more relaxing in any way, please don’t hesitate to ask,” he recited in a bored voice.
Then he bowed again, the same half-hearted gesture as before—like he could barely be bothered.
“Brother Feex! This attitude is not acceptable!” Father Gobash exclaimed. He shook his head apologetically at Kara. “Forgive him—he still hasn’t quite mastered our ways and learned the pleasure of serving the Divine Feminine Energy. I still feel that it was wrong of us to admit non-Paradisians to the Order, but the Council of FAAL Fathers voted to include other species as well.” He pointed at Feex. “Do better! If I hear any complaints, you’ll be sorry! Now take your guest to room fifteen hundred. We have her in the Twinkling Stars Suite.”
“Forgive me, Father.” Feex appeared to make an effort to look sorry. He bowed to Kara again, more forcefully this time. “Please follow me, honored female guest,” he said. Then he turned and walked swiftly through the white marble lobby, leaving Kara to hurry after him.
They walked down a long marble corridor which was absolutely spotless until they came to an elevator with a shiny golden door. Feex pressed the button to call it and waited with his hands on his hips. He didn’t seem inclined to make conversation and Kara wasn’t sure what to say to him.
Despite the speech he had recited about how she could call on him day or night and ask for anything at all, she got the distinct feeling that her attendant just wanted to be left alone. She resolved not to bother him if she could help it—she really hated dealing with sullen men.
At last, with a ding the shiny gold doors slid open revealing what looked like a giant birdcage. Kara watched apprehensively as Feex opened the wrought iron doors and gestured her inside. He came in after her and clanged the doors closed. Then he pushed the button with a 5 on it and waited silently as they soared upwards.
The elevator shaft was pitch black and there was only a faint silvery light from a round globe at the top of the birdcage car. Kara swore she could see her attendant’s creepy red eyes glowing in the dark. Feex kept a blank expression on his face and said nothing until the elevator came to a stop on the fifth floor. Then he gestured and mumbled,
“After you,” indicating that Kara should leave the cage first.
He led her down another long white corridor, this one carpeted in short, dense, black fur, until they reached her room.
“Place your palm in the center of the door,” he told Kara, pointing to a white wooden door that had been decorated in gold. “That way the door will read your imprint and it will open to you and only to you for the remainder of your stay.”
Kara did as he said and pressed her hand flat against the cool wooden surface. She felt a tingling sensation in her palm and fingers and then a soft voice murmured,
“Admittance granted. Welcome, Kara.”
The door clicked and then swung open. Kara’s handprint remained on it, outlined in pink for a few minutes, before slowly fading.
“This is your suite, we hope you enjoy your stay,” Feex mumbled. He turned to go and shuffled down the hallway, leaving her alone.
Well so much for explaining any amenities, Kara thought indignantly. He hadn’t even told her where the pool was or what time meals were served! But she supposed she could find all that out on her own.
She was about to enter her suite when the door opposite hers opened and a curvy, middle-aged woman with bright pink skin and long blonde hair came out. She was wearing a black gown with a slit up the front of it and a plunging neckline that practically showed her nipples, which poked at the silky fabric.
Coming right behind her was a monk—a Paradisian, Kara saw by his third eye and shiny gold skin. He looked to be somewhere in his twenties and was wearing a long green robe like Feex had. His silvery hair was tied in a braid at the back.
“Come along now, Brother Nono,” the woman in the black dress was saying to him. “We must get to the shopping district before the traffic gets bad.”
“Yes, my Lady Winthrip,” the monk said, nodding subserviently. “I’ll get you there in time—I promise.”
“I know you will, Nono. You’re a sweet boy.”
She patted his cheek affectionately and seemed about to say something else when she noticed Kara standing across the hall from her.
“Oh, hello there!” she said, smiling in a friendly way. “You must be the new guest we heard was coming today. I’m Lady Gaela Winthrip but you can call me Gaela. And this is Brother Nono, my personal attendant.”
“Hi, I’m Kara,” Kara said, smiling politely. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“And you as well. But where is your attendant?” Gaela looked around the hallway, but Brother Feex was long gone by that time.
“Er, he left,” Kara said. “I, uh, don’t think he really wants to be here,” she added. “He’s certainly not very enthusiastic about doing his job.”
“Oh, do you have Brother Feex?” Gaela asked, frowning.
“How did you know?” Kara asked.
“Because he’s simply dreadful, my dear! Why the last girl in your suite left early because his service was so bad. He never wanted to wash her hair or massage her or anything .”
“Wash her and massage her?” Kara asked, frowning. “I, uh, didn’t know that was part of the service here.”
“Oh my, yes! It’s one of the best things about coming to the Fem Lovely,” Gaela told her. “You get your own personal attendant who’s supposed to meet all your needs—and I do mean all of them, you know?” She winked her third eye—the one in her forehead—expressively.
“Uh…” Kara wasn’t sure what to say about that. Did Gaela mean that the monks took care of sexual needs as well? “I thought all the attendants here took a vow of celibacy,” she said.
“Oh, they have. And you never have to worry about them breaking it either, because they all wear these little chastity cages on their man parts. Nono—show her your cage,” she commanded the monk who was attending her.
Brother Nono’s golden cheeks went dark with a blush and his third eye closed in what Kara imagined was an expression of shame, but he didn’t disobey or protest. Instead, he pulled his robe open, showing a golden penis between his legs. It was enclosed in a small cage made of silver wires.
“See that?” Gaela actually reached between her attendant’s legs and cupped his “man parts” as she’d called them. “It keeps them from getting hard,” she told Kara. “Which means you never have to worry about them getting too frisky with you. That’s why my husband, Lord Winthrip, doesn’t mind me coming here as often as I like. He knows nobody’s going to try anything untoward. ”
“My Lady Winthrip, please,” her attendant groaned, though he made no move to stop her from handling him. “Please, your touch is a torment to me!”
“Oh—are you hurting him?” Kara exclaimed. She hated to see anyone mistreated.
But her new neighbor only laughed.
“No, of course not! I’m edging him. See, he can still feel sexual desire and sexual pleasure, he just can’t get hard or come because of the cage,” she explained. “Which keeps him in a constant state of sexual arousal and makes him extremely willing to please me and give me anything I want. Isn’t that right, Nono?” she asked, caressing her attendant through the silver cage and then cupping his golden balls.
“That’s true, my Lady,” he agreed in a slightly strangled voice. “I am most eager to serve you.”
“Nono loves to be of service,” Gaela said, grinning at Kara. “Watch this. Nono—give me the Kiss of Pleasure,” she commanded.
At once the attendant dropped to his knees before her and pressed his face between her thighs. Now Kara could see why she was wearing a dress with such a high slit in it—the monk had no problem at all getting to her bright red panties, which were barely more than a thong.
Nono pressed his face to her pussy mound, kissing earnestly, as though he couldn’t get enough. Soft groans of desire came from his throat—he really seemed to love what he was doing.
The sight sent a bolt of pure desire through Kara as she remembered J’orn doing the same thing to her. His breath had been so hot on her pussy and when he’d slipped his tongue into her slit…
“That’s enough, Nono. Save some of that energy for later,” Gaela ordered, tapping the monk on the top of his head. “Speaking of a later—do you want to come with me to get a massage tomorrow?” she asked Kara. “I’ve already had one today but I just hate going by myself! It’s much more fun to enter the Relaxation Grotto with a friend.”
“Well, I do love getting massages, but I’m not sure if my attendant, Brother Feex, is going to want to give me one,” Kara said uncertainly. She couldn’t picture the sullen monk being happy to do anything to serve her.
“Oh, don’t worry about him.” Gaela made a shooing gesture. “There are always extra massage attendants down in the Grotto to massage you in case you want to try someone new. Just come with me—you can’t imagine how relaxing it is.”
“I could use a little relaxation,” Kara said, thinking of the extremely tense shuttle ride she’d just taken. “What time are you going?”
“Oh, an hour before dinner. Tell you what, are you going to be here in your room? If so, I’ll send Nono to come get you and guide you to the Grotto at the right time,” Gaela promised.
“That would be nice—thanks. I’ll be here.” Kara nodded and the Paradisian woman clapped her hands.
“Oh goody! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Come on, Nono—shopping,” she added, nodding at her attendant.
The two of them strolled off down the hall, leaving Kara alone again to explore her new suite.