by S. J. Smith
“Yes. We also will be staying at the residence in case any urgent need you may have becomes apparent. We also have a full household staff willing to see to your needs as well. Please, have a seat and we will take you home,” Cardel said. His voice, like Fonte’s, was a deep, yet smooth baritone that was soothing.
“Thank you, we would be delighted,” she said. Melissa felt better even than when she had walked out. The air was fragrant with a perfume like smell and the bright colors perked her up considerably. She sat where indicated with the captain next to her and the two Ilona in front of them. The soldiers had their own vehicle and followed behind.
The vehicle made no sound and seemed to hover as they traveled down a woodland path. Melissa was further distracted from her worries by the amazing flora they traveled through. Flowers towered over them brightly at eight to ten feet. Tiny bushes of light blue and green were as noticeable as the flowers. The path was covered in the greenest grass she had ever seen and she could not help marveling at the new surroundings she found herself in. There were people along the side of the path as well, equally as noticeable and bright to her eager eyes. Part of her wondered if she was trying to forget the horror of the attack.
Ilona came in all shapes and sizes. They stopped and waved, greeting them with smiles and bows of respect as they moved past. All of them were scantily dressed and seemed to stand close to one another. Bare shoulders touching, or holding hands. She understood it was their way. They believed in freedom and empathy. Part of that was embracing who they were. It was why the separatist movement had risen so quickly.
The separatists believed that the Ilona were immoral. Showing that much flesh and being so open and honest about all things was considered indecent. Melissa felt a little uncomfortable herself when seeing so many people dressed so provocatively. Unlike the separatists she did not find it offensive, merely different.
Fortunately, most humans felt that way. It was a good thing that the separatists were such a small group or this meeting of cultures between the Ilona and her people would never have happened. Not only was it good for Earth and the federation to mingle and learn from new races, the Ilona also had resources they were willing to share for the betterment of the two races.
Melissa waved back and said hello, trying to be a good representative of her people. She was a little surprised to see a woman who looked a lot like Melissa herself except she was wearing nothing more than tiny shorts. Her tanned skin shone with health and wellness. In fact, all of the people she saw were obviously in the best of health. It was a comfort to Melissa and eased her worry for her ambassador.
They arrived at their residence and it was some ways off of the main path. It was a huge rambling building of natural wood, surrounded by palm trees and huge ferns of green and blue. It was an enchanting place and she was relieved to have arrived. Knowing it would be her residence reminded her she had a call to make.
“I need to contact my people, can you show me to the communications equipment please?” she asked of Fonte and Cardel. They nodded and led the way while two women house staff took the bags to her rooms. She was led to a large office with a wide window facing out on a lake of crystal blue water.
“This is the ambassador’s office. It is the only place with the equipment in it. Will this suit?”
Melissa nodded. She was sure Rosanna would love it.
“The ambassador will be pleased. It is a little unseemly for me to be using her office, however, would it be possible to get a communication link in another office?” she asked.
“We can have that done if it is necessary. It may take some time, but if you feel it must be done we will see it done. May I ask why it is unseemly? As her assistant, do you not know everything she does so you can assist her better?”
Melissa agreed. “I do, but I am not of her status. It is how we arrange our lives. This will work for me for now since it is important I make the call. I guess we have much to learn of one another,” she told him.
“Agreed, we will leave you to your call. When you are ready we will escort you to your quarters,” Cardel told her and the two handsome men left. Melissa shook her head wondering why she kept thinking about how good the two men looked to her. She pushed it out of her mind and tapped in her communication code from memory. She was immediately transferred to the Earth Federation Council member in charge of embassies.
“Hello Melissa. It is fantastic to see you! How are you feeling?” Mr. Geraldo asked her.
“Much better sir. I wanted to check in and let you know they have settled myself and the soldiers now. You have probably heard it will be a few days before the ambassador is healed,” she said.
“Yes, the Ilona have been very open. It is a relief that if something like this is going to happen we have such a good friend in the king. He spoke highly of you, by the way and has complete confidence you will be able to continue your duties without delay. I must say, I share that confidence Melissa. I know you are a great comfort to Rosanna. Were you informed of the path we have chosen?” he asked her.
“Yes I was sir. We are moving ahead as planned. I am glad to hear it,” she told him.
“Yes, we let it be known that we will not bow to terrorists, even if they come from within the federation. So you are to continue with the building of a relationship with Ilona people, and study of their culture. Do not worry about anything else. That will be Rosanna’s job when she recovers. Stick to your duties, understood?” he asked.
“Of course sir. I will do my job. I have already requested some changes for decorum’s sake that will be necessary.”
He beamed at her words.
“Good my dear. You will do fine. We will contact you as soon as we hear any news about Rosanna. We have instructed all information come through here for security and, as you say, decorum. Do not worry Melissa, we have everything under control,” he told her and then signed off.
Melissa sighed. She had hoped for more information but was not surprised. She was pretty low level and would find out what she needed to know when she needed it.
*****
“Here you go Miss Mac. I have a bath ready for you. It will help release any tension and lingering sadness from the horrors you witnessed. We use natural oils for fragrance and good health. I hope you enjoy and feel a restorative release from the experience,” staff member Lenah told her. Lenah was Melissa’s own assistant, granted by the Ilona. The woman was determined to make sure everything Melissa needed was available.
“Thank you Lenah. It looks and smells heavenly, exactly what I desire. Your people have been good at anticipating my needs so far. I have no doubt all will be well.”
The tall thin woman smiled hesitantly.
“It is our way Miss. It is believed that one must deal with tension and grief for it to transform into a free heart and positive action,” the woman said and bowed her way out of the huge bathing room.
Melissa stripped down, removed the wrapping on her arm and lowered herself into the big tub of fragrant water. Except for a twinge and a small scar, her arm felt fine now. She sighed and lay back against the bath pillows provided. There was a shelf within reach with a pitcher of water. She could feel her muscles loosening and as she relaxed and it opened her up in other ways. Lenah speaking of the horror she had seen had started her mind working and her memories quickly became clearer. She felt tears coming to her eyes. As her tension released she had no defense and just let them come.
She remembered clearly the flames and explosions. She could see in her mind the bodies of the dead littering the once beautiful parade ground. Screams, she thought, so many screams! She somehow could remember them all and she shook as she began sobbing. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. Crying out her grief and despair with a force she had never felt. It was like a sharp pain stabbing into her deepest being. Her soul shuddered as the memories ran through her mind and she grieved for them all. It had taken such a short amount of time in her life yet she grieved for every secon
d and hurt until it seemed to pass. Her tears lessened and she was soon able to breathe evenly again. She reached over and took a long drink of the cool water and it was a relief on her throat. She lay back and sighed again, closing her eyes.
Melissa had never in her life cried like that and was a little embarrassed. Yet the embarrassment was nothing compared to the relief she felt. Her grief and anger was still there, but it simply was not as debilitating as she was sure it would have become if she had not dealt with it. She felt excited now, ready for the future. Ready to help fix things and build a greater understanding between her people and the Ilona. When she got out of the bath she was smiling. She was ready for the rest of the day.
One of their mandates had been to assimilate as much of the culture as they decently could, so when she stood naked in front of the closet she went as far as she dared. Instead of a body suit she picked a white half top, sleeveless and snug. It held up her large breasts nicely and then she added matching white shorts. She smiled remembering the nurse Kolly. Melissa giggled and felt she needed more though and looked through her own things, plus the local clothes provided for her. She found what she wanted. A long white blouse, sleeveless and to her knees. It buttoned only over her bare middle. So her breasts half bulged out and the bottom half opened showing her shorts. The blouse was an off white so the bright under clothes stood out, while she remained covered. A nice compromise, she thought to herself.
Running her hands over her arms she was pleased. Her skin was incredibly soft, and looking in the mirror as she brushed out her hair she decided she was sexy. She had not thought of herself in that way since she had come of age six years previous. She put a red silk head band around her brow to hold her hair back, and with hands on her slightly wide hips smiled at herself. Yep, she thought, I am ready to take care of business.
***
“How are your wounds Assistant Mac?” Fonte asked as they ate lunch on the back veranda overlooking the lake.
“I am feeling one hundred percent better thanks to your master healer. I must remember to thank him. You can call me Melissa if you like. We are going to be working together and even the ambassador was open to familiarity in private settings,” she told them as she bit into a small grain cake. The food tasted wonderful to her and she sipped from her glass of juice. It had a tangy flavor that complimented the cakes perfectly. She had never tasted anything like it.
“Thank you Melissa. It is a name as lovely as you are,” Cardel remarked with a smile before dipping one of the cakes into a vegetable sauce and taking a bite. Melissa blushed slightly and laughed softly.
“Well, if you say so Cardel. I appreciate the compliment. How are your people doing after the attack?” she asked, reaching for another cake and dipping it into a different sauce.
“We are recovering. We have grieved as is proper and important. Now we are feeling ready to continue on the path we have chosen. In fact, we were going over the files we were given and both Cardel and I have a few questions,” Fonte said.
“Fire away gentlemen,” Melissa said confidently.
“Well, without judging, we were wondering why you are not the ambassador. Is it really the class system you have? You seem more suited to the position,” Cardel said curiously. She could tell he meant no disrespect and she reminded herself the whole point in having liaisons was to help them understand.
“Well, yes. I specifically went for the job I have when I reached the coming of age. I wanted to see other places and things. I have always been a good organizer so the job was perfect for my needs. Where I come from, I would be too short and uh…built, I guess you could say,” she gestured at her body shape. “The ambassador was born to an aristocratic family and most certainly looks the part. I wouldn’t underestimate her either. She is incredibly smart, resourceful, as well as compassionate. She is a good ambassador for our people,” Melissa said loyally. She knew Ilona culture did not work the way hers did, so it would appear strange to them. As strange as their openness was to her sometimes.
“It seems odd, but it is good to know. Our king is king merely because his family has done such an amazing job looking out for the rest of us. If that were to change I imagine so would our king,” Fonte smiled.
“Not that I can foresee that happening,” Cardel added with a chuckle.
“He is a very good king from all I have seen and heard about him. It was nice of him to visit me. He could have sent someone to visit a mere assistant,” she said with a soft laugh.
“That is not how he sees things. With your ambassador down for a time that makes you the one to look towards in your embassy group. It is a respect thing with him. Us too really,” Cardel finished before reaching for more food. Melissa blushed lightly again and joined him. She was hungry and the food tasted great. Her hunger was quickly eased and she soon felt full, yet light and eager for what was next, whatever that might be. She could still feel a little tension, which wasn’t surprising all things considered.
They moved over to a wide couch with their drinks and sat in the breeze. It had become hot outside once past midday, and she appreciated the air flowing across the lake. Fonte sat on her left and Cardel on her right.
“So do you think you will be comfortable here Melissa?” Cardel asked. As he set his glass down on the little table his bare arm brushed hers and she felt a little thrill that surprised her. She swallowed a drink of juice quickly.
“I do. It is a lovely place. It is a good place to work from or relax, when I have the time,” she said with a laugh. She knew she would soon be launched into full work mode and was enjoying the brief time off. She had a meeting with the captain later.
“It is strange to us. When you say ‘have time to relax’. We believe relaxing is essential to good health as well as even better work. For instance, you look beautiful and refreshed, but I can still see some tension, here and here,” he said touching her shoulder and back briefly. She felt a little thrill, wondering where this lunch was leading and if she should allow it.
“There is always some tension and worry in my line of work. We are a species that does not stop looking forward to what is next. This can cause some tension,” she told them. Fonte agreed.
“I get that. After what happened you are, in all respects, the face of your people. Doesn’t this fact mean it is even more important that you can operate tension free, for better results?” he asked.
She laughed. “I hope I am not the face of my people. I am a mid-level bureaucrat. My people would not be too happy about it if I were,” she shook her head in real amusement. She barely noticed the slight feeling of regret it brought.
“You should think higher of yourself. Your file says you are smart, compassionate and as far as we can see, you have always made decent decisions, at least on paper,” Fonte remarked. He patted her shoulder and then left his hand resting there. She felt her knee squeezed and realized Cardel had turned towards her as well. She hesitated.
“How long has it been, Assistant to the Ambassador Melissa Mac, since you have just had a good time. No worries or cares? Just cut loose?” Fonte asked. He began massaging her shoulders and it felt so heavenly she did not want to resist, turning sideways so he could reach better. She opened her eyes when Cardel took her hands.
“It was at Paradise City,” she told him softly, suddenly flooded with memories of when she came of age.
“What is that?” he asked as the massage began releasing the tightness in her shoulders.
“When we are young, as we come of age, all of us are given the option of Paradise City. You spend a month exploring and experimenting with anything you want. It is expected to get any wildness out of your system before choosing a career,” she told them. Without releasing her eyes Cardel kept a hold of one hand and returned his other to her thigh. She could not bring herself to protest. It felt so good.
“It is a shame your people do not allow for this after a one-time trip. Despite being of a different species we all have heart and soul. We may use diffe
rent names for them, but it means the same thing. You cannot get desire out of your system, it is a part of you,” Fonte whispered in her ear.
She could feel deep down he was right. Not to mention she was feeling something else deep within her that was rising quickly. She had not felt this way since Paradise City. Or rather she had pushed it aside; she was good at that like all of her people. Fonte knelt behind her on the wide couch and she leaned back against him while he continued to massage her shoulders and neck. Cardel was now massaging her thighs and legs with both hands, so she extended them. Smiling he winked and began touching the entire length of her legs.
Fonte’s hands went from her sides around her front, cupping her breasts and she gasped. Cardel reached to the arm rest on the couch and pressed a button. The seat section began moving out and the back began lowering down. It was turning into a bed. By this point Melissa was so wound up she could only be pleased at the opportunity. She was essentially sitting in Fonte’s lap while he caressed her body with loving strokes. Cardel began sliding her shorts down. Soon he was caressing her bare skin, reaching higher and she felt anticipation build.
When Fonte began undoing her buttons and caressing her flat belly, she arched her back into him and it lifted her hips. Cardel took advantage of that and he teased her now very wet opening with deft fingers. She moaned from deep within, gasping as her breasts were squeezed and lifted by Fonte. She quickly removed her top, and the two Ilona removed their clothing. Melissa got on her knees facing Cardel and he did the same. Her urges were throbbing through her and she leaned into him, pushing him back down so that she was on top. Her legs went straight back and she could feel Fonte slide his hands over her calves and to her thighs. Gasping she tangled her fingers in Cardel’s flaming hair and he wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his maleness pressing against her thighs as they writhed together and could not help lifting her hips.