Descending Road - HE PERFORMED WELL by Dana W. Paxson

HE PERFORMED WELL

1557 4D

His boss Raina was not happy with him. “It’s WHAT?” Her dark eyes glared at him.

“It got loose. By the time I could see, it was down the drain. I managed to stop the rest, but I don’t know how much got out.”

She stood as if uncoiling from the low chair she used. Datasheets scattered to the floor around her. A kaffee-skinned human, she had the beauty of a City andro, and the movements and disposition of a snake. Her gold-striped black skinsuit clung to her.

“I’ve got to report this, Jeddin,” she said softly. “I can’t cover for you this time. I assume you’ve decontaminated, or you wouldn’t be here.”

“Yes.” His body orifices still burned with the biochemicals; his skin, needled by the treatments, glowed pale rose.

“All right. Get on the floor. Hands and knees.”

He obeyed. A soft ripping sound behind him: she had flicked off her skinsuit.

“You know I can’t stay away from you, Jeddin.”

“Yes.”

“That skin of yours shines so bright, it makes mine look richer.” Her hands ran down his body, peeling free his skinsuit.

“Yes. Will you be using the saddler, Raina?”

She stood naked before him. Her eyes sparkled now. “Of course, until you’re ready to take me. I’ll be as gentle as you are with me.”

“Please.”

The pain was not as intense as he had feared she would make it. He performed well, and Raina was satisfied.

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	HE PERFORMED WELL 1557 4D His boss Raina was not happy with him. “It’s WHAT?” Her dark eyes glared at him. “It got loose. By the time I could see, it was down the drain. I managed to stop the rest, but I don’t know how much got out.” She stood as if uncoiling from the low chair she used. Datasheets scattered to the floor around her. A kaffee-skinned human, she had the beauty of a City andro, and the movements and disposition of a snake. Her gold-striped black skinsuit clung to her. “I’ve got to report this, Jeddin,” she said softly. “I can’t cover for you this time. I assume you’ve decontaminated, or you wouldn’t be here.” “Yes.” His body orifices still burned with the biochemicals; his skin, needled by the treatments, glowed pale rose. “All right. Get on the floor. Hands and knees.” He obeyed. A soft ripping sound behind him: she had flicked off her skinsuit. “You know I can’t stay away from you, Jeddin.” “Yes.” “That skin of yours shines so bright, it makes mine look richer.” Her hands ran down his body, peeling free his skinsuit. “Yes. Will you be using the saddler, Raina?” She stood naked before him. Her eyes sparkled now. “Of course, until you’re ready to take me. I’ll be as gentle as you are with me.” “Please.” The pain was not as intense as he had feared she would make it. He performed well, and Raina was satisfied.