LJIDOL Week 26 Topic 3 of 3 - Turtles all the way down
“. . . so that’s about the end of the story. They explained that I was formerly an Earth woman, who was offered a second chance at life to come out here. I’ve been here ever since.”
The woman who had spoken did not look old enough to be able to claim the years implied in her voice. Her dark brown hair was as soft and silken as her skin. Her sparkling white teeth and shining eyes screamed youth and vigour.
“So how many times have you been Reset?” he asked.
She gave him a mock frown and fluttered her scarf toward him. “You know a girl never tells that.”
He smiled, finding her little pout adorable. He reached over to run his thumb along the bottom lip, enjoying the plush texture. But abruptly, he pulled back, frowning slightly. “So you were dying there?”
She nodded, taking another sip of the molten gold liquid. “Of cancer.” Seeing the question in his eyes, she nodded. “I know, it doesn’t exist here. It’s one of those Earth things, I guess.” She shrugged, making even that gesture look elegant and somehow sexual. “They were kind enough to remove that memory, too. How can I be upset by something I don’t remember?”
“But surely you remember Earth.” He said, leaning forward to fidget with the end of the yellow scarf, pulling it loose from her chest absently. He didn’t even look at what he’d uncovered, content to examine the scarf.
She laughed, a great gust of noise that pealed across the ceilings in the room, causing his gaze to startle upward - just in time to see her breasts bouncing slightly with the laughter.
He immediately dropped the scarf and cupped his hands around the orbs, his eyes completely focused on the prizes in his hands. She sipped her drink again and smiled at the naked lust on his face. Even though he’d clearly forgotten the topic, she hadn’t. “Of course I remember Earth. I remember everything about it. I even remember my own life experiences. I just don’t remember any people I might have known. They said it was better that way.”
Still mostly entranced by the nipples hardening in his hands, he mustered enough of his usually impeccable social manners to ask, “Do you think its better?”
For a moment, he saw an emotion cross her face that wasn’t desire, joy or affection. He felt privileged to receive that rare peek into the mind of the woman beside him. For all that she was the crown jewel of the entire pleasurecruise line, he didn’t think many were awarded even this amount of intimacy.
“I don’t know, honestly. But I agreed to it, so I obviously thought I would be better off.” Suddenly, her mood turned and her eyes once again took on their famous sparkle of mischief. “And what if all those memories prevented me from performing this great service to the public? Wouldn’t you be sad?” As she said the last word, her hand slid down the long V-neck opening of his robe, only to find that his attention had not wavered very far from her attributes.
Then it was his turn to be serious. He captured her hand in his and stilled it. “I would be sad. Many of us would. Thirty live male births for every one female birth.” He shook his head. “Without women willing to come from Earth and the other outliers, life would be . . . unbearable.” His last word was a gasp, as her hand once again began moving.
“Oh,” she said, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck. “I don’t know about unbearable. With so many men giving up on the opposite sex entirely and taking the lavender, surely life wouldn’t be so . . . hard.” Again, she used the machinations of her hand to punctuate their conversation. This time, all he could emit was a low moan.
She took a last sip from her glass before putting it down and sliding onto his lap, facing him. The silk between them heated up instantly, creating a pleasant combination of friction and warmth. “They’d just have more reason to sort out the problem.”
Despite the effects of heat, friction and her warm, musky smell, a glimmer of intelligence re-entered his gaze. This was, after all, his area of expertise. He sat up, dislodging her slightly from her seat in his lap.
“Oh, we’ve been trying to establish a cause for years. We really do think it’s something to do with the concentration of planets within the centre of the galaxy having some kind of impact on population or on physiology. But we’ve been studying this for as long as we’ve got recorded history. What we are sure of is that Earth and the other outliers were put out there for a reason - to breed up stronger, healthier women and preserve the species, should the central planets fail.”
Interested now, she stayed where she was, perched above the centre of his lap. “Well that worked - too well. I know Earth isn’t that bad yet, but I hear both Atlantis and Anasazi are both overrun with people. What if humanity moved into the central galaxies to prevent that from happening in the first place?”
He grabbed her arms tight, his eyes intense. “My God,” he said, demonstrating his stellar grasp of Earth colloquialism, “what if its turtles all the way down?” The twinkle in his eyes told her not only that he was joking, but also that he’d bored of the subject at hand.
One of the reasons they called her the crown jewel of the line was because she always knew when it was time to get back to business.
With a slow smile, she said, “All the way down?” Parting the ties of his robe completely, she slithered slowly off his lap, her lips grazing down his chest. “Let me check that for you.”
The woman who had spoken did not look old enough to be able to claim the years implied in her voice. Her dark brown hair was as soft and silken as her skin. Her sparkling white teeth and shining eyes screamed youth and vigour.
“So how many times have you been Reset?” he asked.
She gave him a mock frown and fluttered her scarf toward him. “You know a girl never tells that.”
He smiled, finding her little pout adorable. He reached over to run his thumb along the bottom lip, enjoying the plush texture. But abruptly, he pulled back, frowning slightly. “So you were dying there?”
She nodded, taking another sip of the molten gold liquid. “Of cancer.” Seeing the question in his eyes, she nodded. “I know, it doesn’t exist here. It’s one of those Earth things, I guess.” She shrugged, making even that gesture look elegant and somehow sexual. “They were kind enough to remove that memory, too. How can I be upset by something I don’t remember?”
“But surely you remember Earth.” He said, leaning forward to fidget with the end of the yellow scarf, pulling it loose from her chest absently. He didn’t even look at what he’d uncovered, content to examine the scarf.
She laughed, a great gust of noise that pealed across the ceilings in the room, causing his gaze to startle upward - just in time to see her breasts bouncing slightly with the laughter.
He immediately dropped the scarf and cupped his hands around the orbs, his eyes completely focused on the prizes in his hands. She sipped her drink again and smiled at the naked lust on his face. Even though he’d clearly forgotten the topic, she hadn’t. “Of course I remember Earth. I remember everything about it. I even remember my own life experiences. I just don’t remember any people I might have known. They said it was better that way.”
Still mostly entranced by the nipples hardening in his hands, he mustered enough of his usually impeccable social manners to ask, “Do you think its better?”
For a moment, he saw an emotion cross her face that wasn’t desire, joy or affection. He felt privileged to receive that rare peek into the mind of the woman beside him. For all that she was the crown jewel of the entire pleasurecruise line, he didn’t think many were awarded even this amount of intimacy.
“I don’t know, honestly. But I agreed to it, so I obviously thought I would be better off.” Suddenly, her mood turned and her eyes once again took on their famous sparkle of mischief. “And what if all those memories prevented me from performing this great service to the public? Wouldn’t you be sad?” As she said the last word, her hand slid down the long V-neck opening of his robe, only to find that his attention had not wavered very far from her attributes.
Then it was his turn to be serious. He captured her hand in his and stilled it. “I would be sad. Many of us would. Thirty live male births for every one female birth.” He shook his head. “Without women willing to come from Earth and the other outliers, life would be . . . unbearable.” His last word was a gasp, as her hand once again began moving.
“Oh,” she said, leaning in to nuzzle at his neck. “I don’t know about unbearable. With so many men giving up on the opposite sex entirely and taking the lavender, surely life wouldn’t be so . . . hard.” Again, she used the machinations of her hand to punctuate their conversation. This time, all he could emit was a low moan.
She took a last sip from her glass before putting it down and sliding onto his lap, facing him. The silk between them heated up instantly, creating a pleasant combination of friction and warmth. “They’d just have more reason to sort out the problem.”
Despite the effects of heat, friction and her warm, musky smell, a glimmer of intelligence re-entered his gaze. This was, after all, his area of expertise. He sat up, dislodging her slightly from her seat in his lap.
“Oh, we’ve been trying to establish a cause for years. We really do think it’s something to do with the concentration of planets within the centre of the galaxy having some kind of impact on population or on physiology. But we’ve been studying this for as long as we’ve got recorded history. What we are sure of is that Earth and the other outliers were put out there for a reason - to breed up stronger, healthier women and preserve the species, should the central planets fail.”
Interested now, she stayed where she was, perched above the centre of his lap. “Well that worked - too well. I know Earth isn’t that bad yet, but I hear both Atlantis and Anasazi are both overrun with people. What if humanity moved into the central galaxies to prevent that from happening in the first place?”
He grabbed her arms tight, his eyes intense. “My God,” he said, demonstrating his stellar grasp of Earth colloquialism, “what if its turtles all the way down?” The twinkle in his eyes told her not only that he was joking, but also that he’d bored of the subject at hand.
One of the reasons they called her the crown jewel of the line was because she always knew when it was time to get back to business.
With a slow smile, she said, “All the way down?” Parting the ties of his robe completely, she slithered slowly off his lap, her lips grazing down his chest. “Let me check that for you.”