The 2nd Archive

Unsure of what to do, Nami continued to lay there, her bare body comfortable against the velvet fabric. Each time she shifted, the sliding of her slender butt brought her subconscious a little bit of joy. Not to mention, the pillow's friction upon her right breast did nothing to decrease this joy.

Deciding that she had enough of contemplating and feeling sexy in the fabric, she sat up, brushing the pillow away to the other side of the queen size bed. She supported herself by resting her hands on either side of her thighs and sat staring at her toes. Her gaze slowly shifted upwards from her feet towards her most feminine area and rested on top of her weather staff. The little silver and gold piece of cylindrical technology was nestled mischievously between her legs, its hidden base pressing as if to get inside her.

"Now this is something I did not expect…", Nami murmured as she debated whether she should let the staff rest there. Perhaps maybe feel it a little mor—

"NO!", how could she think such lewd thoughts. It was bad enough the staff would need some cleaning.

"Now, why would it have to be cleaned?" Nami wondered out loud as she took away the staff and turned it in her hands.

She glanced up after having turned the rod confusedly for a few seconds, "And…where the hell am I?"

As the initial self-lust faded from her, Nami became aware of her surroundings, the unfamiliar grey painted room, the unique twisted furniture with random protrudings, the large olive-green bed, clothes on the floor and especially her extremely naked body.

While the sweat prior may not have been from fear, it certainly was now. She looked around and she saw no one. She gripped the staff tightly to her chest, not caring what may or may not have been upon it. Her eyes haphazardly scanned the room to find some sort of solace from her nudity. She could see her clothes not anywhere in sight. As she feared the worst she happened to glance on her bad and spotted her garments.

"T..they were right here?", she gingerly picked up her blue tank top and loose black leather pants. As she scanned them over, she gave a sigh of relief when she saw that they weren't torn or looked forced off her. She found her large white E-cup bra and thin lace panties underneath the pillow she had just bounced off her body.

She left the staff on the bed and stood up to get dressed. She unturned her panties inside out and then bent down to slide them over her ankles and onto her legs. She shimmied them up over her thighs and into place letting it ride up a little between her buttocks. She grabbed her bra off the bed and placed her marvellous cleavage culprits into each soft cup, pushing it up a little into place. She then fastened the simple hook behind her back adjusting the cups again to make them fit comfortably. She put on her top by simply sliding it over her arms and head sitting the slight v-neck on her bosom. The top allowed for a seductive glance into the treasure cove beneath without giving away much, the best trap to get men with. She continued on and fitted her pants up to her waist and fastened the fashion accessory belt on the pants around her waist. She straightened her long hair out and it fell back reaching to her waist.

Still barefoot, Nami picked up her mini-staff and held it in her hand as she stood at the side of the bed scanning her surroundings.

"I remember reaching Sveetlough and walking around the tradepost while I waited for the compass to set to the island." Nami said out loud, "I walked around the shops looking for equipment, good deals, bargains and maybe some novelty pleasure toy"

She walked forwards towards the closest piece of furniture. A sort of two person love seat where both persons would sit facing each other yet their feet would be rested intermittently upon custom declines. It surprised Nami when she realized that this love seat was indeed a "love" seat. It surprised her even more when she noticed that the contours of the seats were designed in a more feminine manner. She couldn't understand why.

She touched the wood on the chair as she talked, "I found all but the last, so, a bit disappointed, I walked towards the southern shore of the island, the opposite side of where I had docked."

She pursed her lips as her brow furrowed in thought. "What happened then?"

She simply could not remember, all she had were faint fragments of events distorted.

Suddenly, as she stood there her hand against the love seat, a memory sparked and the fragments started rushing to her. A ship, a bottle, a paper, wind, stone street, a naked female statue, hands not her own on her, the mini-staff moving back and forth, her tongue licking her lips, her legs between other legs, the love seat, green velvet sheets, her hand clutching onto fabric, pillow under her, nuzzling against fleshy softness and then her waking up in exhaustion.

Nami was glad she was holding onto the sofa for her feet buckled a little from the spasm of disorienting memories. She caught herself and pushed herself back into a stable upright stance. She took a few breaths to recover from the gasping that took place a second ago.

She happened to look at the floor near her and saw her coat lying untidily near the main door of the room. And besides her jacket were heels, black thick heels with open toes, the spaghetti straps undone.

"Robin!" Nami exclaimed.

At the same time a tall woman dressed in nothing but a dark maroon silk robe sauntered out from a room presumably a kitchen. The robe was open and it ever so slightly covered the brunettes breasts while letting the observer's eye travel down the well toned abs and onto the clean shaven stronghold of pleasure. The robe stopped just above her knees making the woman look even more daring.

Her hand held a martini glass with a blue olive submerged at the bottom of a golden yellow drink. She came to a stop near the place where the jacket lay, glanced down at the jacket, then at Nami.

She smiled a little wicked smile and sipped her drink.

"I told you, I'd take good care of you?"

"Robin...what the hell? What happened?". Nami asked dreading the answer.

Robin took another sip and came closer to Nami. Leaning into her the robed woman softly whispered softly into the navigator's ear, her nose touching Nami's ear.

"What do you think, my love?"

As Robin turned away with a giggle, leaving a waft of her sweet perfume, Nami realized had a sinking feeling.

Robin called back, "So my love, you said this was the most amazing night of your life?"

"I did?", Nami asked hesitantly while admiring the retreating woman's figure.

"You did my dear navigator, but pity you don't remember any of it!", with that Robin turned around at the other end of the room and gave Nami an evil smile.

Emotions swirled in Nami's head, rampant thoughts, rage, anger, sadness, betrayal, disappointment, but most of all, as the tears welled up in her eyes, Nami felt hurt beyond anything she ever felt before.

"How could you?" she whispered as the welled up tears streamed down her cheeks.