Don't Label Me! (7 page)

“
What head? I am just a physical
manifestation of a particular vibrational frequency. There is
nothing outside of the whole of which I am facet.”

“
A bloody important facet I’ll
wager.”

Simon shook his head. “There is no hierarchy
Hideo, only degrees of awakening to the boundless limitless nature
of what is, has been and always will be.”

“
So your consciousness is not in your
head?”

“
Hardly. The brain is merely an
interpreter which taps into what is stored in the akashic field. I
have access to the memories of all my past actions but I can also
touch and channel those of others. If I tried to grasp hold of all
of that at once it would overwhelm my physical body.”

“
Like a cosmic migraine of mega
proportions.”

“
Nicely put.”

“
So why did you worry about showing me
all that? You took the girl’s virginity and taught her skills that
would make the average vicar blush. Why should that worry
me?”

“
Because she’s your mate?”

“
Oh! Really?” He frowned. He wasn’t
sure he was ready for another woman in his life. No one could
replace his beloved Aiko. Yet he hadn’t stopped Kit dragging him
along to her shibari rope tying bondage classes knowing as he did
that she had some ulterior motive. After all, who exactly was he
going to practise on? It had just seemed a little light hearted fun
at the time. Could he really love again. He’d shut his heart down
after Aiko had died. He feared his heart was little more than a
dried prune these days, except that is for his love for his
students but that was less intimate. Did Simon really think he’d
fall for this woman? How would he feel about the fact that Simon
had known her intimately. But that was it, wasn’t it? Simon had
loved her as a student, as someone to help. He hadn’t mated her.
He’d waited until Tyra had come on the scene. “She was your
student, not your mate Simon and you cared for her as your would a
student. Whatever she is or might be to me, I am glad you helped
her.”

Simon relaxed. “I’m glad you see it that
way. Now I’d best go and tell my mates.”

Hideo could see how that revelation might be
awkward. Not that it would particularly bother Thex or Arion, but
Tyra? Yet she’d known Simon was a Kadesh, a sacred whore, when she
fell in love with him. “Don’t tell, show her as you showed me. Tyra
will understand.”

“
I hope so. Tyra was human not that
long ago and jealousy is such a strongly ingrained human trait.
Sometimes it’s hard to differentiate foreknowledge from wishful
thinking. I’d really like them to be friends. They’re going to have
to work pretty closely together. I’ll take your wisdom though, I
will show Tyra. Words alone are too easy to
misconstrue.”

...

Trya wasn’t jealous. She was aroused. As the
stream of memories flooded her mind from Simon’s she suddenly saw
the whole turn of events as if she was him. How gently he had taken
Sathi that first night, turning what could have been a traumatic
and painful event into one the woman would have treasured. He’d
treated her with reverence and respect much as he had Tyra their
first time together. Over the weeks that had followed he’d shown
his student the many and varied ways to please a man. Then he’d
proceeded to take her deep into her own desires. Finally it was the
night before Sathi would seek to please the Captain. Her final
test...

Sweat beaded on Sathi’s brow. “I’m scared my
guru. I know I shouldn’t be. You’ve prepared me well but still.”
The threat of rape and death at the hands of the more vicious
members of the the crew still haunted her. Then there was that
mammoth hurdle to overcome, having sex with someone other than
Simon.

Simon understood her reticence but he knew
if he didn’t get her past it she’d be in danger of offending their
hardcase of a captain tomorrow night. “You’ve only had me to
practise on and now you fear you won’t be able to make the leap to
taking on a stranger, especially one who might do you harm.”

“
That’s about the sum of
it.”

“
Hmm! Put on something nice for a
striptease. I’ll be back in a minute.” Simon knew where he could
find just the right person to nudge her past this hurdle. He’d been
outside their door most of the trip, bringing them food and no
doubt making sure Sathi didn’t make an escape. From his aura, his
thoughts and his reasonably friendly behaviour towards his charges
Simon had determined he was a cut above the rest of the crew. He
was just working his passage back home and wasn’t part of the
organised crime syndicate who ran the ship. Simon opened the cabin
door and stepped into the passageway. “Can I speak with you for a
moment?”

“
Sure Sir. What can I do for you? Is
the young lady hungry? I can organise something to be brought from
the kitchen.”

“
No, that is not her need but thanks
for the offer. You know that she must go before the Captain
tomorrow?”

“
Yeah. Bastard wants to taste the
merchandise. I hate this whole business. I wouldn’t even be on this
stinking ship except I got done over for all my cash while I was
backpacking on my way back from the Himalayas. Doing it on the
cheap you see. Haven’t been home for about two years and the only
way I was going to get there was to work my passage. At least this
hasn’t been a bad job, minding you two.”

“
You’re a good man Roger. You’ve
looked after us well and in doing so you’ve kept the worst of the
crew away from her.” He nodded towards the closed door of the
cabin. He knew the man cared about how women were treated. He’d use
that cultural trait as leverage. “I have one favor to ask though.
As you know I was hired to train her but I am just one man. One man
she’s become rather familiar with. Its a huge leap to expect
someone to go from their comfort zone to dealing with the captain
upstairs.”

A frown wrinkled Roger’s brow. He could see
where this was going. “You want me? Um! I’m flattered at the offer
but I can’t exactly leave my post. If you know what the captain’s
like you know he’ll come down on me like a ton of bricks if I leave
your door unattended. Let alone what he might do if he thinks I got
a sample of the lady’s wares before he did.”

“
What if I can promise no one will
ever know?”

Roger frowned again. “How exactly are you
going to do that?”

“
Like this.” Simon placed a hand on
the man’s chest and then slowly drew it away, all the while
chanting in the ancient language of the Shang who had shown him the
technique. He drew a small amount of the man’s etheric essence and
gave it form. Within a few seconds a perfect replica of Roger stood
next to the real version. Same clothes, same mannerisms. It even
grinned at Roger.

“
Fuck how did you do that? Is that
part of me?”

“
Don’t worry you can have it back when
we’re done. It’s a tulku, an etheric clone if you like. Left too
long apart from its owner it would take on a personality of its
own. Many are known to become quite ornery and troublesome but for
a brief time there is no danger.”

Roger looked at Roger. “Can you talk?”

“
Damn right I can. You go enjoy
yourself. I’ll mind shop.”

Roger shook his head at the strangeness of
it all but he knew he if he could help the woman the ship’s owners
had enslaved he’d do what he could. As long as he wasn’t going to
catch anything. “So you got a condom Sir?”

“
I have several. come.”

Roger froze, suddenly realising that Simon
was headed back into the cabin with him. “Ah, what are you going to
do while I do this?”

“
Why supervise and instruct of
course.” Simon’s eyes twinkled. “And maybe share.”

“
Now hang on one moment. I’m not into
guys you know.”

“
I respect that that is what you
believe. I have no need to challenge that belief. More than one way
to skin a cat. You’ve been travelling the world to broaden your
mind haven’t you? Consider this as the finishing touch on that
learning.” Seeing Roger’s doubt he realised an outright assurance
wouldn’t go astray. “ I promise to keep the appendage you’re so
worried about away from your backside.”

Roger laughed in relief. “Glad we got that
clear.”

Sathi watched as the two men entered the
cabin. She’d heard a little of their conversation through the door
and realised where this was headed. Without seeming to give Roger
the once over she took his measure in a way she never had when he’d
only been the minder outside the door. He had a nice demeanor.
Plain to look at but not ugly. He looked to be in his early
twenties. Being a little undernourished from his long time
travelling no doubt, he had a slightly scruffy, rugged appeal. He
didn’t meet her eyes with lust so much as curiosity. With the
intuition Simon had honed in her she realised that he was like a
chivalrous knight of old, intent on helping her across the
threshold she faced. Of all the men Simon could have found on the
ship for this task she realized he’d found a gem within the mud.
Her eyes warmed as she smiled her gratitude to both the men.

Roger was a bit unsure of himself. What was
he doing here again? “What do you want me to do exactly?”

“
Just take a seat for now.” Simon
handed him the cabin's sole chair. “Let Sathi look after you. All
you have to do for the moment is let yourself relax and enjoy what
happens.” He wandered over to the CD player, pressing play before
nodding to Sathi to begin.

Sathi began to dance to the rhythmic beat of
the middle eastern tune Simon had chosen. She'd guessed and
selected her clothing well then. A transparent chemise of
shimmering pastel blue that did little to conceal the ornate
bejewelled bra she wore underneath it. Loose matching pants covered
her legs, a sliver of a g-string concealing her most intimate
parts. Around her waist she'd tied a scarf that had been sewn with
lightweight silver coins that tinkled as she moved. Thin silver
bracelets, stranded with a few more coins surrounded her ankles.
She'd even added a toe ring to add to the image she painted which
was only complemented by the veil of gauze that now loosely covered
her head.

Relaxing into the beat she took a moment to
get past her nerves and begin to enjoy the play. For that was what
her guru had taught her, that it was an act. An act that didn't
touch her soul unless she let it. While fate might have cast her a
curveball, what her guru had taught her was that she had it in her
power to turn what was effectively a demeaning act of slavery into
an art form that would return that power to her. He'd taught her
how to transcend what she’d become, turning the job into a
profession that could reward her with a deeper understanding of
humankind. She was becoming attuned to body language and the subtle
shifts in facial expressions that could give her the inside edge on
knowing what was going on in a client's mind.

“
Excellent!” Simon purred his
reassurance. “Keep your eyes engaged with his. Watch for what
excites him. Make him believe he is the only man on the planet. The
only man you will ever do this with. Focus on his most likeable
qualities, his uniqueness.”

Simon's instructions were like a program,
becoming ingrained in her mind. She guessed she'd hear them in her
head for years to come. She began to remove the veil and began to
use it as a prop between her two hands to accentuate the moves of
her hips and the undulations of her belly muscles. Slowly,
gracefully, she stripped to the music until only her jewellery
remained.

Roger's eyes bugged. He'd never seen such a
feast for the eyes and it was just for him. Focusing on her he had
no trouble blocking out the fact that there was another man in the
room, watching. Saliva pooled in his mouth, forcing him to wet his
lips.

“
I think he's ready for a kiss.” Simon
murmured

Sathi thought Simon might be right about
that. She used the beat of the music to dance her way towards Roger
and then elegantly straddled his lap. “Do you want to kiss me? My
guardian angel.”

“
Oh yes!” Warmth blossomed in Roger's
eyes. He didn't want to appear an oaf about it though. Instead of
diving in to ransack her mouth he gently caressed her lips with the
awe and reverence he felt in his deepest being. She responded to
his graceful embrace by melting into his arms. “Oh Roger. You're
perfect.” She looked into his eyes letting him read the
appreciation and gratitude. Then she extricated herself from his
lap, ignoring his mournful look while she positioned herself on the
floor at his feet. She leant forward to nuzzle the front of his
jeans. “I want to taste you.”

“
Lady I won't last long if you do
that.”

Simon laughed from the background. “You are
a young one I suppose. I forbid you to come until I give permission
for you to do so.”

Yeah like that was going to work. Yet the
thought of having the lady's mouth on his cock had him quickly
divesting himself of his jeans and his briefs. His cock sprang to
attention anticipating its pleasure. Gods, he'd never had a woman
suck him before. Masturbation and the occasional missionary
position with a frisky female camper or two in the Himalayas had
been his lot. What would it feel like?

His answer came as her warm, moist mouth
took his length, encasing him like a glove from heaven. He felt her
agile tongue stroking and teasing. He groaned as he yielded to the
pleasure. Pressure built in his balls. He wanted to come but
something was stopping him. He'd never had that happen before. He
glanced at Simon in wonder.