Chapter 27

Bainthaurneth sat cross-legged on her bed, reading the presentation Paul and Cirincendil had created. She needed to get numbed by seeing those horrific photos over and over again. The less emotional she was when Charles looked at it, the better. It was important that she could react without being compromised by her own emotions. But it was even more important that she knew the presentation by heart, so she was able to give an appropriate response to each photo.

It was a hard decision to leave Paul and Cirincendil on Bishojo but since they were exposed in the videos, it could create an unwanted situation. Everything had to be prepared meticulously and there was no room for error, at least that was her goal.

There was a polite knock on her door. Knowing that nobody except trusted people could reach her door, she instantly responded, “Enter.”

Sarah stepped into her room, armed with a comb and brush. “Hi,” she said, looking a little uneasy, “I, erm, wanted to prepare your hair for the night.”

Bainthaurneth stared at the hairbrush for a moment.

“You don’t have to, Bri,” the black-haired Earthling said soothingly. “It will only save us time tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, alright then,” she said because she knew tomorrow was going to be hell to be alert that early. “Where do you want me?”

Sarah kicked off her heels and as she climbed onto the mattress she answered, “I can do it while you continue what you were doing.”

It was remarkable how Sarah could make her feel at ease and the Queen sighed with bliss when the Earthling started to gently brush her long hair. There were only a few women she allowed to do her hair and none of them was as skillful as Sarah. She closed her eyes while she enjoyed the way Sarah braided her hair.

She asked with a little voice, “Would you consider staying the night with me?”

The Earthling started to massage her shoulders without saying a word. Bainthaurneth regretted she had asked her so blatantly and apologized meekly, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I, I,” stammered Sarah, “I’m just a little surprised you want to be with me.”

“Actually, I hate sleeping alone.” she confessed to the Earthling. “Especially when there’s so much going on.”

Sarah nodded slowly and then looked up, “I know what you mean.”

The Queen understood why her daughter had fallen for her. Those deep brown eyes were quite attractive. She smiled and as she grabbed Sarah’s hand she said, “Duvainthel is a lucky girl to have you.”

She loved seeing Sarah’s cheeks blush and said soothingly, “Let’s go to bed. I can use a good sleep.”

Charles’s mood was far from cheerful as he traveled to the Galactic Trade Center. Several news channels were speculating about his meeting with the Queen of Bishojo. He was shocked it was the main feature of the galactic news which meant the center would be inundated with reporters and their cameras. He had hoped it would be an easy and, moreover, a low-key meeting.

But that was not the only thing that caused him to be in a foul mood. Those bloody Tarakonas hadn’t responded to any of his surreptitious attempts to make contact. He knew they were supposed to lay-low and the chance they would respond was small.

But still he would have felt more at ease if he had known whether everything was going as planned.

“Oh for god’s sake,” he muttered as the car entered the trade center’s drive way. There was a sea of cameras, which were all keen to record the event. He checked his tie in the small mirror and double checked the inside pocket of his jacket. Both devices were there.

“Sir?” His chauffeur said meekly, “I can’t stop at the entrance because of the news reporters.”

Charles sighed deeply and said, “Leave it. Just get on with it.”

Charles braced himself when his door was opened, because he knew his face was about to be photographed thousands of times. He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible as he climbed out of the limousine.

“Mr. Cavendish!” Sounded from all directions but he studiously ignored those reporters who were hungry for any news they could get hold of. He was glad when he finally reached the revolving doors, because he would be relieved from the mob of pestering reporters.

“Good morning, Mr. Cavendish. Welcome to the Galactic Trade Centre,” said a pretty woman, immaculately dressed in the trade center’s attire, “Do you want to wait for your guest to arrive?”

“No,” he said curtly. “Take me to the room. I need to complete my preparations.”

“Of course, Sir,” she replied demurely, “if you would follow me, please.”

Normally, I didn’t care what news was on the holonet but this morning I watched it, with all the women. Cirin was sitting behind me, with her legs alongside my hips. Esgal and Silvy were sitting next to me.

We had just watched Charles Cavendish barging into the Galactic Trade Centre’s entrance, and I was a little concerned seeing his foul expression. It was clear he was not a happy camper, which might be because of the huge number of reporters that had gathered in front of the Trade Centre.

“There is the Queen’s car!” Gushed Mitta, who was nervously biting her nails.

It was scary how the reporters moved towards the hover car but as soon as Pac stepped out, the reporters backed off, creating a safe distance between them and the ugly giant. Only then, I saw Bri gracefully step out of the limousine. My heart started beating a lot faster when I saw her radiant face completely filling the holo screen. It seemed like she looked straight at me and waved happily as if she could see me, gleaming towards the sofa I was sitting on.

She slowly turned to the other side and her smile was genuine as she enthusiastically waved to the reporters who were screaming her name, trying to get the best shot of the stunning woman. I was totally gob smacked when I saw her walking towards the revolving door. Every step she took, her hips swayed, which caused her sexy dress to show glimpses of her beautifully toned legs.

The news reporter was speechless until Bri disappeared from view when she had stepped into the revolving doors. After that the news woman was ranting about the amazing dress Bri wore. Silvy turned down the sound, cutting off the news reporter’s irritating voice.

“By Bisha,” gushed Mitta, “I never thought Bainthaurneth could be so ... outgoing.”

“Well,” Cirin said in awe, “Sarah definitely made her look like a holo star.”

Bainthaurneth’s heart was still thumping in her throat as she stepped out of the revolving door. She had never experienced the thrill of being admired by so many people. It was a little scary when the reporters rushed towards the hover car but luckily Pac’s imposing body was enough to be able to step out of the vehicle safely.

This morning went wonderfully well, especially after Sarah woke her up in a very special way. From that moment on, the two of them worked seamlessly together and within a short time Bainthaurneth could admire herself in the mirror, ready to face the galaxy.

Pac stood next to her when a young woman timidly approached her. “Good morning, Your Majesty,” she said with a light tremor in her voice. “Welcome to the Galactic Trade Centre. I hope you had a pleasant journey.”

“I did, thank you,” the Queen answered as she quickly looked around the massive reception hall, “Earth looks so beautiful, and your colorful buildings are most impressive.”

“May I guide you to the room to meet with Mr. Cavendish?”

She looked at Pac, indicating she wanted him to accompany her. “Of course. Lead the way.”

“Please follow me, Your Majesty,” the girl said as she walked towards an ornate set of double doors where one of them was already open.

Pac stepped into the room first and a few seconds later he rumbled loudly, “Queen of Bishojo.”

She smiled to herself because she knew he couldn’t pronounce her name correctly and then glided into the room when she knew it was safe. As soon as she could see into the room she noticed the rigid posture of Charles, who was clearly not happy being so close to the Talian giant.

Bainthaurneth loved the shocked expression on the man’s face when he saw her entering the room. It was hard not to push her breasts more forward when his eyes roamed over her body.

Instead, she slowed down to address her devoted guard and deliberately turned her body, which gave Charles even more time to check her out.

Pac handed her the tablets without saying a word and left the room.

“Your Majesty,” said Charles with a croaky voice. “It’s a pleasure we meet again.”

She didn’t like the fact she was with her back to the doors but knowing Pac was on the other side, she decided to accept the situation. There was a large table between them and that suited her fine.

She looked him in the eyes and smiled as she responded, “It’s good to see you, Charles. It seems our ‘humble entre nous’ has been noticed by quite a few people, if I may say so.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m afraid the news of your planned visit has gone viral, Your Majesty.”

She nodded and as she indicated for him to sit down, she remarked offhandedly, “Well, at least they were pleased to see me.”

It was obvious Charles couldn’t keep his eyes off her chest, which was exactly what she had hoped for. The dress had little gems that sparkled in the light with the slightest movement, which would automatically draw his attention to her pert breasts.

“Well, here we are, Charles,” she said calmly. She deliberately used his forename, to give him a false sense of friendliness. “I believe you are willing to offer a token of your respect to Bishojan society.”

“I am, Your Majesty,” Charles said as he slid the small tablet over the table, “I would like to donate two of our finest properties. I know it’s just a small token.”

Bainthaurneth quickly paged through the simple contract, which told her what she already knew. She looked up and remarked dryly, “It’s the thought what counts.”

Then she saw the smirk etched on his face and that told her he was eagerly taking the bait. “Perhaps, if I may, Your Majesty, I can hand you a much better offer.”

“Oh?” she said as she gracefully moved her arms under her chin to lean on her hands, “And what might that be, dear Charles?”

He chuckled nervously. “Tell me, Your Majesty; how happy are you with your guards? I mean don’t get me wrong they are large and strong but are they capable of protecting Bishojo?”

She raised an immaculately groomed eyebrow. “I don’t think they have ever disappointed me.”

“What if I tell you that right at this moment a substantial force of Tarakonas is hiding on Bishojo?” he asked smugly. “They have been there for weeks, and your Talian guards didn’t even detect them.”

The queen sat upright and looked him straight in the eyes. She narrowed hers a little and as she slowly reached for her tablet she asked him softly, “Did you send them to Bishojo, Charles?”

It was not the first time she had noticed the small tremor in his right eye and knew his answer was a lie. “Well, the Tarakonas offered to help us.”

“I see,” she said, her voice void of any emotions. She slid the tablet with the presentation towards him and said with a healthy dose of sarcasm, “They were of great help, Charles.”

It was the first time Bainthaurneth saw true fear appear on the man’s face. She knew the photo was of the first victim who had been dead for almost two days. It showed the sickening sight of a decomposing body.

“She was raped by a Tarakona. Their sperm is highly toxic, and the victim dies a slow and agonizing death.”

With a face as white as a sheet Charles tried to push the tablet back across the table but her voice lashed out as she commanded, “Don’t be a pussy; finish the presentation!”

He was surprised by her outburst. It was clear he wasn’t impressed by her feral rage, but it was enough for him to continue.

She patiently waited for him to go through the photos. She loved that Paul had tweaked the program, which made sure that each photo was displayed for at least two seconds, and she enjoyed his impatient stabbing at the button.

“These are the Tarakonas who thought they could infiltrate Bishojo.” She said when the man looked shocked at the mangled bodies.

“Tell me, Charles,” she said softly, “Does the name Fosanto mean anything to you?”

He cleared his throat. “It is a company we own. Why do you ask?”

She ignored his question and suddenly asked, “Why didn’t you respond to messages sent from Bishojo’s space hub, Charles? Is your son not important for you?”

Charles felt quite queasy after seeing the horrific photos and understood the Tarakonas had betrayed him. He was still shaking because he felt so angry. His lawyers had warned him not to go alone but he had dismissed them thinking he could deal with the retarded woman himself.

When he saw her enter the room he was completely awed by her incredible beauty. His mind couldn’t understand how she had changed into a goddess, and he had trouble keeping his eyes off her voluptuous curves. Her breasts were perfect, and the glistening gems forced him to look at her mouthwatering cleavage.

He was pleased he was sitting down because his cock was getting harder by the minute, seeing her taking elaborate deep breaths, which did wonderful things to her amazing pert tits. Her angelic smile and the fact she used his forename made him as horny as hell.

He thought she was ready to hear his proposal and was convinced he finally could reel in his biggest prize ever.

But nothing prepared him for what was happening at the moment. Her question about his son didn’t make sense at all. The little squirt just had to wait until he had time to get him.

“I don’t have time for him,” he answered curtly as he still was contemplating what had just happened.

“Well,” the Queen said with an icy voice, “I’m afraid your son has caused quite an upheaval.”

He snorted, dismissing her remark. “I told your dumb guards to throw him in a jail.”

“He was but he managed to sabotage a Sirian high voltage conduit and that nearly cost him his life. It knocked out the power and a third of the space hub had to be sealed off.”

“What?” He shouted. “How the hell is that possible?”

“After that,” she continued studiously ignoring his outburst, “your son was transferred to a small shuttle. The space hub’s commander didn’t want to risk any more havoc from your son.”

“Bloody hell.”

“But apparently Frederick wasn’t happy there either and vandalized the shuttle, which caused life support to fail. We found him unconscious, and he is now in cryostasis.”