Chapter 8

I sat down on one of the chairs and closed my eyes in the bright shine of the Sun, the home star of Earth. For a minute my time on the Yeerk planet flashed in my mind. How I bathed in a lake, not in some artificial pool, and absorbed the real beams of our own star. Any Yeerk-made kandrona-wavegrain generator could never be the same.

I felt a bit sleepy. I was lost in thought. I remembered my home world again… but this time it included memories from the training, how I always could nothing in mathematical subjects – which means all the most important subjects – and everyone thought I'd never become anything. And what I was now, then? The personal assistant of the most infamous Visser in the Empire, and the most important task of mine was to give him sexual pleasure. I'm sure there's no Yeerk who respects my job, but for me it's the best I can even dream on since I can't ever become a high-rank.

I remembered the moment when I had seen Visser Three for the first time. A newsflash in the information net, a feature of taking over the only known Class Five alien species. A handsome Andalite-Controller smiling in cocky way in the photo. At the latest then I had understood I didn't want to stay home all my life. I wanted to meet that Visser. A bit later I had had so much luck that I had found a chased Andalite female who had wanted to give some intelligence to the Yeerks. My people just had tried to kill her without giving her time to explain what she was there for.

I had infested her. I had read from her memory the pleasures she had got by mating – without giving live to any Andalite baby. I had realized I wanted to do the same. Because I had caught a living Andalite and been able to inform my people of our enemies' plans, I had been allowed to keep my new host and got the transfer I had wished. The transfer to Visser Three's army. In fact I wasn't going to spend a long time on Earth then, but when I had met Visser Three I had fallen in love so deeply that I can't even consider leaving him now.

I had known before that Visser Three espoused enjoying through the host, but when I had been on my way to the Earth my fellows had told me that it was a slight expression. Visser Three's bad reputation wasn't just because of the Andalite body and the exceptional cruelty – he was also known as one of the lewdest Vissers that the Empire had ever seen. He had had many short, passionate and chaotic relationships with his subordinates. The hosts' genders or even species didn't matter. Besides that there was a rumor of him using physical, psychical and sexual torture to his Andalite prisoners, but nobody could prove it.

I remembered my first night with the Visser. He had watched me since I had arrived to the Mother Ship, first in a doubting way and apparently being afraid of rivalry, then he had seemed to be interested and at last his look had turned to as lustful as it's now. One evening he had taken me to his Blade Ship and…

My host had had loads of memories of sexual acts with a diverse group of Andalite males, but none of them could have matched Visser Three who was rough and gentle in the same. I'll remember eternally what my host had thought after our first act: (Ah! Nobody has ever fucked me like this! Maybe being a Controller is not that horrible at all!)

Then I heard somebody coming.

"Jill", Visser Three's silent voice said next to me. "McCole and the crew of the yacht are eating lunch. We have to go too. Come on."

I got up. "Just thought of you", I told to the Visser as we were walking off the deck. "Our first night."

"Really", he said and didn't sound very interested. He didn't even look at me. You see now, Jillay, I scolded myself. He may not have fed up with you yet, but still don't romanticize your fricking relationship. Sex is all he wants from you. Don't imagine he'd really care of someone else than himself. Still I couldn't destroy a little stupid naive wish somewhere deep inside me – what if some day…

I visited the bathroom on our way to the cabin, demorphed and morphed back to human shape right away. There would be again two hours as a weak half-blind human. Ain't my life glamorous? I really didn't envy human-Controllers who had to spend all their time in that kind of body.

And especially I didn't envy the unlucky thing who would have to infest the young human sitting at the other end of the table of the cabin.

"The turkey contains no concentrates, does it? They'd harm my perfect skin!" Jeremy Jason cried with his thick lips pointing out of him. I couldn't believe I had thought he was good-looking yesterday. Now he was just irritating. Even he still noticed as the Visser sat down, although his face didn't twist into an idiotic flattering smile like the crew's.

Somehow I managed to survive the meal without freaking out, despite Jeremy who kept on whining about almost everything, the smell of burning rubber coming from the kitchen for some strange reason, and the producer's extra boring talk. As I finally could leave the table, I almost ran out of the cabin – just for hear a voice shouting after me:

"Where are you going, Ms. Love? Come to the deck with us! You don't even have to dress up more…"

I bit my tongue for prevent myself from telling Jeremy Jason to kiss a Taxxon and jump down the back deck of the Daybreeze straight to its screw. I dragged myself to the deck after him, the Visser and the producer, and sighed as I realized the Sun was shining even more brightly. I hadn't got used to so much light. I glanced Visser Three, and he didn't look happy either. Of course, it could be because of Jeremy, stress or his "eternal pissed-off mood" as he often says, but I remembered that he had once told he didn't like this kind of light. He felt uneasy in it.

I laid myself down to the same chair as before lunch. I closed my eyes and let the negotiation go through my head. Jeremy gave the same shit as the day before, and the Visser and the producer were trying to make him change his mind by emphasizing the benefits of the deal. Occasionally they seemed even desperate. I observed Visser Three's tone of voice and if he raised it too much, I looked at him in berating way. He couldn't lose his temper now. On second thought, if Jeremy got me so uptight, I didn't want to know what Visser Three was thinking since he was the fiercest person I've ever known. However, he kept himself admirably still. The fact I couldn't take part to the discussion because I had no idea about this part of human culture pissed me off. I had heard that humans felt very strongly about money, but how the media world and its dealing systems worked in practice… The Visser had got some instruction about these things from a human expert anyway.

It didn't take a long-feeling time before I realized we had been sitting there almost two hours, and my morph time began to end again. For Kandrona's sake, couldn't they come to an agreement? Typical males. I used the same excuse as the Visser about half an hour ago.

"I go to wash my hands."

They say humans don't find it suspicious, no matter how strange it sounds. Think! You just go and say you're going to wash your hands, with no apparent reason, and it's normal for everyone! Those humans are crazy.