17. reclamation orders of the Red Dragon

The Red Dragon finished her custom gourmet entrée and pressed a button on her armchair, and spoke “Elvin, prepare the hot-spring pool for swimming.  100.5 degrees.”

Elvin was on his knees scrubbing the tile around the edge of the drained pool with a toothbrush.  He pressed a button behind his ear and spoke “Yes ma’am.  I am finishing the scrubbing.  It will be ready in 30 minutes, unless you say faster, then we’ll get Jeeves on it also.”

“Fine.  But not a minute longer.”  She pressed another button on her armchair, and spoke “Alvin, bring Larry to the hot spring in 35 minutes from now.”

She left her plate on the table and went to her wardrobe room, and slipped into a red string bikini.  She looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and stared at her own body, wondering if she was attractive in this life to ordinary guys.  Just a few hundred years ago, living in France, she could sit around and eat sweet pastries all day and not work out and guys instantly fell for her — it was a sign of her wealth in a time of hunger.  Now she had to care about her body, exercise and work on it, AND show some skin just to get even a little glance from a guy on the street, if she ever ventured into a city just for fun.  She looked at the clock, and time had slipped away.  She proceeded to the hot-spring pool where Elvin was just finishing filling it, as a 10-foot wide, 3-foot deep section of poolside patio had retreated back all the way to the wall, and water came pouring in as a waterfall into the pool.

She climbed the ladder to her chair high on its platform, and waited.  Alvin arrived, escorting Larry.  She stood up on her platform as the door opened, and spoke “That is all for now Alvin.  Leave us.”  He promptly disappeared behind the closed door, as the Red Dragon dove into the deep end of the pool.  Larry watched, growing excited.

She swam to the edge, and beckoned him to the poolside in front of her.  He eagerly obliged.  She reached out from the water, grabbed his ankle, and ran her hand half way up his leg.  He was, as usual, wearing shorts with no briefs underneath, and he was well aware that she could see up his pants from her view below.  “I have a job for you” she said, licking her lips afterwords.  “Squat down here.”

He did so eagerly, and she slid her hand up his pant leg, and grabbed on.  “I need you to steal a vehicle for me,” she said, squeezing.

“Yes ma’am.  Of course!”

“But it may be a little dangerous,” pulling on him a little, and pulsing her squeeze.

“Yes ma’am.  You know I thrive on danger.”

“I know.”  She let go of him, and pushed herself off from the pool wall with her feet, as she back-swam 15 feet.  “Now come and get me, Mr. Danger.”

He pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped his pants, and dove in the pool after her.