Unleashed by the Defender (Brides of the Kindred #25) - Evangeline Anderson Page 0,46

moment the scan was finished, the bot said, “Female, petite but full-figured. Working.”

The rectangular box whirred and chugged and after a moment two pieces of white fabric were spit out. The two skeletal silver hands caught them with no problem and presented them to Imani.

“Please enjoy your anti-grav bathing attire,” the bot said, just as it had to J’are. “And please do not forget to wear a mask for your safety.”

“Okay. Um, thanks.” Imani clutched the two-piece suit to her chest and nodded nervously. The bot seemed harmless enough but so had the huge pink praying mantis when it had first checked her in at the Luxx and later it had tried to kill her.

“Come on—let’s go change.” J’are’s pale green eyes were glowing with anticipation. “I haven’t been anti-grav swimming since I was a kid,” he told Imani. “But I used to love it.”

She couldn’t help smiling at his excitement.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Back in her dressing stall, she took off her Yonnie Six dress of the day—which was bright pink with panties to match—and prepared to put on the white two-piece suit the bot had made for her.

But there was one problem—the suite was way too small.

“This can’t be right,” Imani muttered as she surveyed herself in the tarnished 3-D viewing panel which was located on one wall of her stall. “I mean look at this thing—it’s worse than my Yonnite clothes!”

It really was.

The top consisted of two tiny triangles connected by strings that barely covered her nipples and left the wide, berry-dark bands of her areolas bare. The bottom was another triangle which didn’t even cover her entire pussy. If she pulled it up high enough to hide the top of her slit, it clearly showed her outer lips. But if she pulled it down to cover her lips, the top of her slit was visible.

Imani thought about complaining and trying to get the creepy suit bot to make her another suit. But then she considered where she was. Here on Yonnie Six, it was no big deal for a woman to wear skimpy clothing—in fact, it was expected. Though she didn’t love it, she was going to just have to live with it.

But that didn’t make her any less embarrassed when she finally stepped outside the changing booth.

“Gods…” J’are sucked in a breath when he saw her. “So gorgeous,” he murmured, eyeing Imani appreciatively.

“You look pretty good yourself,” Imani said lightly.

He did, too. The tight white speedo-like suit the bot had made him wouldn’t have looked good on most of the men Imani knew. But it looked fabulous on J’are, emphasizing his toned torso and long, muscular legs. Not to mention the thick ridge of his shaft, which she tried not to notice pressing against the thin white material.

“The new suit really does you justice,” J’are murmured, clearly still admiring her.

“Thank you.” Imani smiled at him, trying not to feel self-conscious. She certainly would never have worn anything so revealing back home, but at least J’are seemed to think she looked good in it—that helped a lot.

Not that she ought to care what he thought, since he was only her client, she reminded herself hastily as they locked up their things in the locker they had rented and headed for the pool. But somehow knowing that such a big, handsome warrior thought she looked beautiful when she showed her curves gave her a boost.

The pool itself took up the five middle floors of the tall white building and the changing rooms were in the floor directly above it. After walking down a steep ramp, they came to a broad platform overlooking what appeared to be a clear pink ocean with swirls of blue and purple and green running through it.

Looking down, Imani felt like she was on a high dive. She could see people swimming through the pink liquid—a lot of them kids—while their mothers lounged on chairs around the perimeter of the pool and watched them, as they chatted with their friends and bodyslaves.

“Here’s your mask,” J’are said, handing her what appeared to be a scuba mask that fitted over her eyes and nose. “There’s an oxygen filtration unit inside,” he explained, as he helped Imani put it on. “You breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

He put on a mask as well and then turned to her.

“Well? Are you ready to go?”

Imani hesitated, looking down into the pink water which was about fifteen feet below.

“I thought this was supposed to be an anti-gravity