(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Darius_face_avatar.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Darius Fair</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darya's yacht,<em>The Galaxy</em><br/><strong>With:</strong>His slave, Kumiko Sakamoto<br/><br/><br/><em><strong>"Ooohhh, master, who can I dance for?  Can I find anyone or shall you chose them for me?  Oh please let me be your green slave girl and you can be the dashing officer.  You can sell my charms to any man or woman who wants them.  I can dance for their pleasure and your profit.  Just sell me master, sell me."</strong></em><br/><br/>First Star Wars references, then Star Trek references with her as a green-skinned slave and me as a Federation officer... it was only a matter of time before she acted like a Companion and treated me like the Captain of the Serenity from my favorite sci-fi series,<em>Firefly</em>.<br/><br/>I pretended to glare at her as she pretended to choke, even going so far as to get on her knees and pretend to suck me off for mercy.  I opened my hand suddenly, ending the quick little roleplay.  I took her hand and helped her up, and then pulled her close and she was rubbing up against me in no time.  I kissed her lips and laughed contentedly, putting my arm around her waist and giving her a hug.<br/><br/>I imagined others watched our little spectacle, but our love for each other was so strong that I didn't notice or care what others thought.<br/><br/><em><strong>"Music, daddy, music.  Let's go dance to it.  I can dance with you and the other masters and mistresses."</strong></em><br/><br/>I loved it when she called me Daddy.  Or Dr. Fair, such as when she came to me to check on the aching she was feeling between her legs.  Or Mr. Fair, such as when she was bent over my desk wearing a schoolgirl outfit....<br/><br/><strong>"I'm right behind you, my pretty little princess.  Lead the way for Daddy, my sweet pumpkin."</strong><br/><br/>I let her go first to a clear area.  Sometimes we went to a tango salon or a swing dance jam, but right now I liked being her stripper pole, so I just stood, still and erect, letting her use my body as a counterweight for her to move around.<br/><br/>As my loving slave danced with me and on me, I looked around the yacht and noticed yet another strikingly beautiful woman who was at least partly of Asian descent wearing a black silk dress.  Even sitting down, I admired how it hugged the curves of her body.  Her black hair was up and held by a chopstick and her makeup brought out the fullness of her lips.<br/><br/>When Kumiko was dancing, she often had her eyes closed as she moved her body, using contact with me to give her an idea of her position in space.  When she danced like this, she sometimes clung to my body tightly, and other times used a firm hold between our hands or pressure from my hand on her shoulderblade to let me lead her around.<br/><br/>(Edit: This post was split.)