...I could do with her! Slavery is bad, I'm pretty sure. It looks bad in movies anyway. Sometimes I feel like I'm a slave, then I see some movie like "Mandingo" and I go, "Jeez Louise, glad I'm not a slave!"
However, I was thinking about how cool it would be to own an Orion Slave Girl, the Green kind. Doubt I'd really own her, they seem tough and don't take any crap. No way would she do my laundry and if she did, you know she wouldn't separate the colors. All my clothes would have a dingy look. Wouldn't even mind her being all Green, it'd even be a bit of a turn on cause I love salads, collard greens, kale, spinach... Oh, I'd eat her up! And the dancing! Man, just the idea of her dancing barefoot in my living room gets me excited! I bet she likes other things than just pleasing me sexually. I know, it'd be hard to believe, but I see her wanting to paint. Maybe she paints flowers? Or portraits of her sisters? She might paint dragons from the worlds she's traveled, or some of the spaceships she's been held prisoner on? My feeling is, she's really not a slave, because I doubt she'd do anything I asked without giving me attitude and would be smart enough to work her way around it. She might just be playing with me. Come into my quarters when I'm sleeping and ease up onto my bed and hold a dagger to my throat. Just standing there smiling, waiting for me to wake and if I did, she'd act like nothing was happening. "What's going on?" "What do you mean?" "Why are you standing there?" "Here?" "Oh forget it!" Night after night. I ask her to get in bed with me and perform the perverted Orion Sexual Magic on me, but she goes on and on while filing her nails saying how it's better to wait when certain planets align. I know she's just goofing on me! Sometimes, I ask her to cook, but she says there's no food and she doesn't like to shop for groceries at Walmart cause people look at her funny. I explain to her everyone at Walmart is funny. Then she says Trader Joe's is better and reminds her of home. But one happy night it stormed! Lightening, thunder, wind and rain, then 2AM she comes creeping in and crawls in under the blankets all scared and pouty. She snuggles up and puts her cold bare feet against my shins, but I don't mind, cause she makes me hot. I love hearing her breathe when she sleeps and while she does I look at the beautiful strands of her hair in the flashes of lightening and wish I was her slave.
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