A God Called Bruce Pt. 05

"One thing you need to know right now. There is no such thing as marriage or parents in their society. Genitals are more or less viewed as communal property of which the individual person is little more than a caretaker. Genitals are there to please each other and to create offspring for the tribe. As far as I've been able to determine sex is a communal affair. So don't try to sneak off with one of them for a one on one quickie. Let them take the lead for now.

"Children are also communal property. If a child needs something whoever is closest is expected to take care of it. You will see some kids serve food and drinks during communal sex. They are naked to show they are pre-pubescent and taboo. Do not touch them when they are naked. It is best for now to let them do their job and do no more than thank them when they do something for you. At other times, treat them as if they were kids in your own society.

"There is a lot more to learn, but if you keep to these guidelines for now everything should go well. Any questions?"

The one thing most of them wanted to know was if the sexual restrictions applied to everyone from now on.

"No," said Betty. "You guys can carry on with each other the way you always have, just keep it out of their sight for the time being."

I felt like some coffee so Lil and I went into the pub.

"Would you like a slice of cake with it?" asked the serving girl after we sat down on one of the tables.

"What kind of cake?" I asked.

"Maggie has made some Sachertorte."

"What's a Sachertorte?" asked Lil.

"A world famous Viennese speciality. Brace yourself for a culinary experience, girl." I said and ordered two slices and two Vienna coffee.

"Coming right up," said the girl and went into the kitchen.

The coffee and the Torte were delicious. I asked to speak to Maggie.

"Where did you learn to bake like this?" I asked when she came to our table. "I have had it in the Hotel Sacher in Vienna. Yours is every inch as good as the original."

"Depending on when you were there I probably made it for you. I worked there for fifteen years."

"Wonderful," I said. "We must talk about Vienna some other time. You are still busy I take it."

"Yes," she said. "My baking seems to be popular." I thanked her for her effort and she went back to the kitchen.

This place of ours seemed to be shaping up better than Olympus. I wondered where they got all the ingredients from. I said as much to Lil.

Lil laughed. "When Maggie and the chef, Ginette, asked for some stuff Bruce had them make up a big wish list. Vulcan grabbed one of the freighters and the two went shopping. Right now there is a very pissed off Columbian druglord wondering where all his goodies went, especially since this part of his business is legit. He can't even claim it on insurance. His reputation would be gone if people found out that he had been taken for millions of dollars worth of gear."

"They took that much?"

"Sure. They cleaned out four warehouses of the most exclusive foodstuffs, wines and liquors there are."

"Where is the stuff now?"

"Still in the freighter, parked in its usual spot. It's climate controlled. Just to make sure nothing spoils Bruce put a hex on it as well. We don't need the freighter for anything else, we have heaps of these things. Why move the stuff?"

"When did they do this?" I was a bit miffed because Bruce hadn't told me.

"Last night." That explained it. There hadn't been a chance to tell me.

Bruce was sitting out on the veranda with Vulcan. I went over to them. Lil followed me. They waved us to sit down, which we did. Bruce hexed us both a drink, force of habit I guess.

"Lil just told me about your shopping spree," I said.

"Yeah," said Bruce, "that went well."

"Perhaps not so well for the people who worked there. What do you think the bosses are going to do to them. They'll be suspected of being in on it."

"They are going to be alright," said Bruce. "Vulcan took care of that. That was the best part of our trip, sheer artistry."

"What did he do?"

"You know how superstitious these arseholes are. Vulcan put black magic sigils all over the walls. Then in the centre of the now empty warehouses he put a magic circle. Inside the magic circle he erected a ten foot statue of Satan, complete with horns and tail, made of shit. When they see and smell this they'll be too scared to move. Those warehouses will get locked up. No one will go near them for years to come."

"Nice touch," I said when I stopped laughing.

Lil tugged on my sleeve. "Time to go home, Master," she said. "I could do with a grease and oil change."

"Go on," said Bruce, "give her a lube job."

Half an hour later I had her screaming again.

Chapter 45: The Delegation

The girls had set up a buffet for breakfast. It was much better this way. It allowed everyone to take what they wanted. I picked a cooked breakfast, Lil took some croissants and some fruit. Over breakfast she told me she was going to spend much of the day at Shagger's to make sure things were running well there. She would be back for the party though.

Vulcan told me he was going to use a different vehicle this time. He thought the luxurious appointment of the craft we normally used might be a bit overwhelming for our guests. He had Darrin install some cameras and a transmitter so their people at home could follow our journey.

Ginette was panicking. "What am I going to cook?" she complained, "I have no idea what they can eat and what they like."

"Zeus created a mountain of food for them when he was there. Our type of food. They seemed to like it well enough. Perhaps make some stew, a lot of vegetables, root vegetables especially, and some different types of bread, they like their bread. Make it spicy. They like strong flavours."

"Hungarian goulash with a bit of extra chilli perhaps?"

"They'll love it."

Ginette went back to her kitchen, much happier than before. Marge turned up, we were ready to go.

Vulcan spoke up: "Let's wear uniforms for the trip."

"What on Earth for?"

"Think about it. When we went there to visit we always wore our best chitons. This time we are working. We change into the chitons for the party tonight. You don't go in your working clothes to a party, do you?"

"Good idea," said Marge and hexed us into our Star Trek uniforms. Apparently I had no say so in the matter. Gadeirus had issued everyone with a translator earlier. We were ready to go.

If they were surprised to see us in uniform they didn't show it. Everybody had turned up to see their delegation off. Before we boarded the craft Bruce addressed the crowd and told them they could follow our journey on the big screen. The applause was deafening. Vulcan had picked the right craft. They had a lot of luggage. It nearly filled our cargo area.

When our guests were seated I instructed Vulcan to take us into a low orbit. I wanted to show the Blueys their world. Vulcan took the controls and Bruce took his place in the co pilot seat. The moment we had lifted off Bruce began his running commentary, explaining to our guests and the villagers at home what they were seeing. They were overawed.

We did one complete orbit and then headed for open space. When the old man saw the stars so clearly and so seemingly close he started to cry. I asked him what was wrong. He said he felt very privileged to see something as beautiful as this in his old age. Vulcan ported; the craft was now within visual distance from our world. Bruce showed them where we were heading and as the space station came closer he pointed out that this was our destiny.

Endora had switched all the lights on again. Bruce explained that we did not live on the surface as they did, that our world was more like a big hut. Vulcan again did a complete orbit before docking the craft. After having passed the airlock Vulcan manoeuvred the vehicle on to the promenade in front of the Horny Tom.

Bruce and Marge ushered our guests to the the pub terrace, where everyone was waiting to greet them. Vulcan hexed their luggage into their accommodation and went to park the craft in it's proper hangar. I joined the others. Someone had extended the banquet table. There was room for everyone.

The girls served beer and savoury snacks to the adults and gave cranberry juice and cookies to the kids. After they had their refreshments Marge took them to the building where they were to live and showed them where Vulcan had stored their luggage. She showed them the rooms, the kitchen and the bathrooms and told them the house was theirs for the time being and they were free to make their own arrangements.

The kids were the first ones out. They made straight for the lake, stripped off and jumped in the water. I wasn't sure if the kids were good swimmers so I went down to the water's edge to make sure they wouldn't get into trouble. I needn't have worried. Those kids could give a fish swimming lessons.

Panacea had come down as well, perhaps thinking the same. I asked her to conjure up a beach ball. We stripped off and joined the kids in the water, tossing the beach ball over to them as we did so. I doubted they had ever seen a beach ball before. They soon got the idea. An hour later they were exhausted and called it quits. One of the girls tried to give the beach ball back to me. I explained it was theirs to keep and have fun with. She hugged me and kissed my cheek before running back to her mates holding the beach ball high above her head as if she was carrying a trophy.

Maggie had known the kids would be hungry after all this chasing around. She handed them a big platter with scones, creamed cottage cheese, cream and jam, as well as a bowl of mixed berries. The kids were ecstatic. They hugged and kissed her, much to Maggie's embarrassment. Her cooking had just given her some young worshippers. Maggie went back to the kitchen wiping tears from her eyes.

The kids were happy. It was a good omen.

Rather than have a full meal before the banquet tonight Ginette had made sandwiches for everybody and served them with pickles, chutney and mustard. They would go well with the beer.

The natives evidently had never seen sandwiches before. Nevertheless they bravely got into them, albeit with a bit of apprehension. After a few bites they started chattering about this wonderful dish and how they all tasted differently from each other. Their women were giggling and opening them up, examining the different fillings and tasting bits, like little kids do. There was no doubt they liked the new experience. There was little left when everyone had had enough.

The crowd dispersed after the meal, presumably to have a rest and get showered and changed for later. I went to the kitchen to thank the girls for the lovely job they were doing. I was surprised to find the four Bluey women in there busily chatting to our girls, looking into pots and examining ingredients.

I had trouble telling them apart. Blue hair pointy ears and golden skin are such strong features. It makes them all look alike unless one looks closely. It would take some time getting used to. Nevertheless, I thought I recognised one of them. It wasn't until sometime later when she rubbed my shoulder and said: "You gonna fucky me again, Johnny?" that I knew for certain who she was.

Using my translator I asked her how she had managed to join the delegation.

"I told the headman he had to take me, because I am the only one who can speak English. I did not tell him I only know a few words about fucking."

Evidently Bluey society also had its share of scheming women. I told her such initiative deserved a root at least. She smiled, kissed me and gave my dick a rub.

"Fucky you later," she said and left. I wondered what else Bruce had taught her. I also wondered if Betty would approve. I decided not to put it to the test.

When I got home Bruce, Betty and Marge were already there having a drink on my veranda.

"This is going better that I thought," said Betty. "I have never seen a more lovable race. They will fit in very well with your vision for this place. When you first told me how you envisaged the society you want to build I had reservations. I no longer have any. These people are already doing it and it's working. We have much to learn from them."

"Before I forget," I interrupted, "Marge, can you please see to it that Frank, Betty, Walter, Geoff and the new girls have suitable chitons to wear for tonight. Get Panacea and Iaso to give you a hand. Help them get dressed, if need be. Let's all turn up in finery to suit the occasion."

"You've got it, Buster, and then let's party!" Marge grinned from ear to ear.

"Alright, let's break it up then. You Gods have it easy, we humans have to shower, do our hair, get shaved and dressed before we are presentable. You guys only have to wave your hand."

"Oh you poor sausage," said Marge. "I have to ask Zeus to give you some more powers if it's such a drag."

The meeting broke up amongst laughter and I went inside to get ready.

An hour later, dressed in Hermes' finery, I was back at the Horny Tom to check on last minute preparations,. The girls had set the banquet up as a buffet again. They had added a variety of hot and cold seafood as well as a selection of cold meats and salads. It looked scrumptious.

"This way everybody can pick what they want," said Ginette. "Besides, it gives us a chance to get changed."

Shortly thereafter everybody arrived. Betty got up and made a short speech welcoming our guests and then it was food time.

I had expected our visitors to sit together as a group, at least to start with. They surprised me again by mixing freely with our mob. The kids predictably sat with Ginette and Maggie. Equally predictable Miss Sucky-Sucky sat next to me. Staking out her territory, the little bitch. Our cutlery was a bit of a challenge for them. They knew spoons and knives but our forks were something new. They saw straight away the usefulness of such an implement and quickly mastered its use.

I marvelled at their ability to accept new things. Like kids they saw everything as an adventure and a challenge. The highlight of the meal was when Ginette showed them how to shell and eat prawns. They had a lot of fun with that one, especially the kids..

The banquet was an unqualified success. After the meal Marge cleaned up with a wave of her hand to save the girls the trouble. The Bluey girls had never seen anything like it and wanted to know if Marge could teach them how to do this. They were disappointed when Marge told them it wasn't something one could learn and that it required a rare talent one had to be born with.

After a few more drinks Betty and the headman led the group to Marge's nookie room.

Miss Sucky-Sucky never let go of my arm. She would not let go of me until the party was over, hanging on to me in between trysts, kissing me and whispering in my ear "I love fucky you, Johnny." I didn't mind it one bit. She was sweet, gentle and loving. A perfect finish for the day.

Eventually the party came to an end. She went home with her people, I went home on my own, feeling happy and relaxed. It didn't take me long to go to sleep.

Chapter 46: Suki

I didn't go to the communal breakfast and made myself some coffee instead. After that heavy night last night I felt I needed a bit of a break. I had dreamt of the Bluey woman I had spent the evening with. In my dream I had called her Suki, after an old Indian flame of mine. It wasn't until later that I realised my subconscious had played a trick on me and had picked the closest name to Miss Sucky-Sucky. It didn't matter, she was going to be Suki from now on.

I was still thinking about her when Marge turned up with Suki and the four kids in tow.

"They were hanging around the kitchen and getting under Ginette's feet," she explained. "I'm going to show them the waterfall and give poor Ginette a break."

Marge departed and soon after I heard excited squeals coming from the direction of the waterfall. Someone was having fun. After a while Suki came back on her own, soaking wet. She stripped her clothes off, hung them over a bush to dry and sat down next to me. I felt awkward. I didn't know how the Blueys would react seeing one of their own next to me naked outside the communal sex ritual.

"Come with me, Suki. Let's get some clothes on you before someone sees you like that."

"Why do you call me Suki?"

"In the world where I was born there are many languages. In the Hindi language Suki means Someone who is happy, in Filipino Tagalog it means Regular customer. I thought both meanings suited you nicely." I didn't tell her that in Polish it means Bitch.

She liked the regular customer bit. I took her by the hand and dragged her off to my bedroom. Her eyes got big when she saw the bed, however, when I gave her a tee shirt and some shorts to put on there was disappointment in her eyes. I think she had expected me to screw her. The disappointment didn't last long. When she saw herself in the full length mirror wearing my gear she was all happy again. I gave her a pair of my thongs to complete the picture. She strutted around like a peacock in front of the mirror, giggling like a little girl. When she had enough we went outside again. I offered her some coffee, but she pulled a face and asked if she could have some beer.

I cleared the table and went to get us some beer. I should have known. The moment I put the beer on the table there was movement in the trees and seconds later Didi was sitting on my shoulder licking my earlobe. It was obvious what he was after. Suki stared at him in amazement.

"His name is Didi, he is a friend," I explained. "He likes beer."

Suki reached out to Didi and he hopped on her shoulder, totally confused by now, as he couldn't find an earlobe on Suki's pointed ears. He wasn't fazed for long and licked her neck instead. Suki was delighted.

I went to get a saucer and poured him his beer. Didi did his little dance again, much to Suki's amusement and began slurping. After he had had his second lot he disappeared again into the trees.

By that time our beer was finished and I went to the kitchen to get some more. When I put the can in front of Suki she grabbed my hand and stuck it into her shorts, trying to push my fingers into her twat. She was wet. Heeding Betty's warning and in the interest of interplanetary relations I pulled my hand back, even though my dick was bouncing around in my pants like a blue arsed fly trapped in a bottle.

"You no wanna fucky me, Johnny?" Suki looked hurt.

"Look, Darling. First of all, my name is Alec and not Johnny. Next, I know what you are trying to do, you little shit. You are trying to seduce me and as far as my dick is concerned you are succeeding. Fortunately I still have some measure of control over the fucking thing. I know seduction is not part of your culture. You are trying it on because you want something. So what is it you want?"

"I am your Suki, you are my Johnny, end of story. Seduction is not foreign to us. Every woman knows men want pussy more often than women want cock. I asked Marge, she says in your world it's the same. Women use that fact to get what they want, in your world and in mine." Suki looked at me defiantly, daring me to contradict her.

"Alright, tell me what you are after."

"This is a beautiful world, filled with wondrous things. I want to bring these things to my people. I want to learn your language, your technology your way to love. If that is wrong, send me back."

I looked at Suki with new eyes. This chick was the Bluey equivalent of Marge. They were, as Bruce had so colourfully put it like pips in a fucking watermelon.

"If that's what you are after, I'll gladly help you in any way I can. You don't have to seduce me to get that."