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Plus there is the tiny itch I can’t scratch of wondering what it feels like to have a male, an unpacified male, inside me. And here is the chance to experiment, and without fear of big tittys in the shower reprimand from the state. But I see a problem. I’m due to leave for Aghara-Penthay in only days and it takes me time to decide on a sexual partner. What if males are similarly cautious? “I can go to Subardin, but that doesn’t mean I’ll find a male willing to have sex with me,” I say uncertainly. Up to this point I’ve had the impression White Duchess doesn’t like me very much, but her coolness cracks into a knowing smile at my concern. “If you think that it’s going to be a problem when you look the way you do Lara, well that just proves why you need to go.” 9 – Experience Special Agent Hoola Rathanka is a pretty brunette in her late twenties. She has full pouting lips that give a deceptively sulky expression, but actually her personality turns out to be as bubbly as the curls of her long hair. I take an mihiro in the shower instant liking to Shower Sex her, and within five minutes of her arrival at my modest student apartment I’m already placing enough trust in her to let her riffle through my wardrobe and choose my outfit. Hoola herself is sporting a knee-length tight black dress, backless and low cut at the bodice. We are taught in sex education that unpacified men fixate on the female chest, and Hoola’s outfit has been chosen for that reason - to reveal she’s one of the few women of our age with a larger rack than I possess. Hoola is six inches shorter than I am, making her proportions seem more rounded than mine, but the toned muscles of her limbs revealed by that dress are athletic and slim, like the finest Gaianesian women. I softcore find her attractive. Skirts and dresses which reveal so much leg are not common in Gaianesia, except for amongst the younger women who like to mirror the popular fashions of the unenlightened galaxy. I myself usually favor functional jumpsuits that cover the full body, although I do own a few more revealing garments kept for private parties amongst friends. Hoola takes out the most daring set I possess – a white skirt that only covers part-way down my thighs, and a strapless top like a tube that clings tightly around my breasts. I object immediately – no way to showing this in public – especially not to Subardin, but she insists. Do I want to attract a man or not? As though my intentions couldn’t be more obvious, once I’ve blushingly given in on the outfit she selects me some high-heeled sandals – something also only worn by Gaianesians when they’re trying to emulate the human females. I’m bustled out the door before I can think better of this whole idea, and feeling disgracefully exposed I leave my apartment with her, the two of us dressed in whorish fashions. While it’s not the first time I’ve worn this combination I’ve never felt ashamed of it before. Tonight it feels like the fellow students we pass in the corridor can read where I’m headed, and I have to fight down my glowing face. The team at The Fortress are paying for a taxi shuttle to take us on the thirty minute flight out of Solar City, and into the offworlders’ enclave three hundred miles away in Subardin, so luckily we’re spared the humiliation of speaking the destination out loud on public transport. While our citizens are entirely free, and as I’ve said already there are no prohibitions on Gaianesian women fraternizing with the residents of Subardin, everybody knows that normal Gaianesian women only go there for one reason, and precisely the one that’s our purpose tonight - to experiment with unpacified male sexual partners. It was decided long ago that our society could not risk offworld males running loose around Solar City, so a suitable location for a trading outpost was identified a short distance away. There, in the enclave, the water is not medicated, so males may safely visit to trade without losing any of their urges. During the day the commercial activity between ourselves and the offworlders is conducted. At night attention turns from credits to pleasure, entertaining our visitors with restaurants, holosuites, sporting facilities and bars. 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