Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45366 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“Hey there.” A man comes toward us with a huge smile. He’s got dark hair and green eyes. Like Papi and every man I’ve seen, he’s well over seven feet tall. He looks at me. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Kendra.” He reaches out and tweaks the big toe Papi just released.
I smile. “Nice to meet you too.”
He looks surprised and glances at Papi. “I guess she started talking.”
Papi nods. “We’ve made huge strides today.”
I feel bad that Papi has obviously been worried and discussing my lack of interest in life with his friend. Of course he would have talked to Strogan. They’re friends.
Strogan nods over his shoulder. “Come meet Chrissy.”
Papi follows him. The shop is large. It’s filled with both finished furniture and pieces in various stages of production. We approach an area in the middle with a desk, a couch, several chairs, and a table. It looks like a living room with no walls, a place I bet they meet with customers.
To one side of the living room is a giant playpen, and a girl with long brown pigtails and deep brown eyes tips her head back to look up at us. She smiles. “You must be Kendra.”
I’m nervous like the first day of kindergarten. What if she doesn’t like me? I didn’t have many girlfriends on Earth. I had to beg an odd assortment of wingmen to go with me to Club Zoom each time I went. This woman will now be my closest friend whether or not I want her to be.
I do though. For Papi. I will try my best.
“Can you say hello, Little one?” Papi encourages.
I realize I’m in my head and lick my lips. “Hi. I’m Kendra.”
Papi leans over the side of the playpen and sets me on my bottom a few feet from Chrissy. He tips my head back so he can look into my eyes. “I need to discuss a few things with Strogan. I’ll leave you to get to know each other.”
“Okay.”
“What’s the rule in the playpen?”
“No standing,” I murmur, embarrassed. Does Chrissy have the same rules?
“Good girl.” He tugs one of my pigtails and walks away.
I’m nervous, but Chrissy looks just as nervous.
She sighs when the men are out of earshot. “My Papi doesn’t let me stand in the playpen either.”
Good. That’s an excellent icebreaker.
“They’re so overprotective,” I whisper. I don’t want my bottom spanked again today for being sassy.
She giggles. “Always. I’ve only been here two weeks longer than you, so I’m no expert on the ways of Eleadia, but we’ll figure things out together.”
I smile. She seems nice. That’s a relief.
She looks around. “We won’t run out of things to do. Papi has filled this space with every toy in the universe.”
She’s right. We could entertain ourselves for a long time in here. Centuries though?
I look at her nipples. “Are those sapphires?”
She glances down. “Yes.” She lifts her hands toward her breasts, and I think she’s going to hold out the dangling jewels for me to see, but then she stops herself and drops her arms.
She looks past me toward where the men headed. “Papi doesn’t let me touch them,” she informs me.
Oh. “Why not?”
She shrugs, but her face turns red. “I don’t think any Papis let their Little girls touch the piercings. I haven’t had them very long, so it’s tempting. They are distracting, especially when I crawl or walk or…move.” She giggles, covering her mouth.
“Do they hurt?”
She shakes her head slowly and leans closer to whisper, “No, they make me hyperaware of my titties all the time.”
I swallow and glance down at my own bare nipples. Who would have thought in a million billion years I would ever find myself in a situation where I was jealous of another woman’s nipple rings? That I might feel left out because I don’t have any?
“My Papi is taking me to look at stones later today,” I tell her.
“Oh, that will be fun. Sophie is the sweetest. You’ll love her. She’ll help you pick them out.”
I nod. “I met her this morning at the doctor’s office, but I was super nervous at the time. I didn’t say much.”
“I’m sure she understood. We’ve all been the new girl at one point. We know how hard it is to adjust at first.”
At least Chrissy understands me. That’s helpful.
“I love your hair. How did you get it half blond and half brown?”
I reach up and touch one of my pigtails. “It’s growing out. I was… Well, I used to dye it before I came here.”
“Oh, well, it’s pretty.”
“Thanks. Yours is so long. Have you ever cut it?”
Chrissy shakes her head. “No. I was raised in a religious compound. We weren’t allowed to cut our hair.”
“That must have been interesting.” I’ve never met anyone like Chrissy.
She shrugs. “It was stifling, but I didn’t know it at the time. It’s been a struggle adjusting to my new life. I was very sheltered.”