”Listen, I’m just here to deliver the information that was requested nothing more. I have things I need to do.” The tall Wasp woman spoke with annoyance in her voice, her black pupil-less eyes narrowing.
”Ok, Sharifa, calm down. We thank for the intel, it was just a question is all. Have a good day.” The Rosenite woman replied raising her hands up as she did, but the grin never left her face.
Sharifa stared for a moment longer before making a gesture that suggested she rolled her eyes as her wings buzzed in her annoyance and she turned and left the Arri Intelligence office. She had come in drop off a packet of information for them that she had gathered on behalf of Angela. Sharifa was still able to put her skills as a scout to use even for the Goddess of Life. With that task finished the tall Wasp woman, who’s six-and-a-half-foot frame, not including the two two foot antenna on her head, stood out among the strongly numbered female population, headed back South in the city back to the Yellow District. She was heading back to the White District and while she could have flown, her time among these flightless people had somewhat grounded the Wasp, who was more used to flying everywhere.
This route of course would take her past the Brothels, and it wasn’t too long before she passed by one of the more prominent ones. ”Heeeey, Shar, have you decided to come and visit yet?” One of the women outside the building called to her. Sharifa stopped and turned to glare at the women, she was getting tired of this. ”Come on, I wanna feel that soft down on my skin and what you can do with four arms.” The woman teased.
For a week now, every time Sharifa passed by these women had been emboldened to call out to her like that. They had been wanting to get her into the building and, she supposed, into a bed, wondering what the Wasp woman would be capable of. The problem, aside from this interruption annoying the grumpy Wasp, is that Sharifa had no want or need for sex. As a Wasp that never got to the point in her life to be allowed to reproduce, that desire was never in her thoughts, and it still wasn’t.
”I’m not interested in, whore. You should learn that before you see how well I can beat some sense into you with four arms.” Sharifa shot back stepping closer to the woman who had been speaking, noting the one on either side of her. ”Now, you’re going to stop bothering me about this, cause this is never going to happen, got that?”
The whore was silent for a moment before she smiled. ”Ok, Shar, I got it, I’ll leave you alone. I just have one question.”
”What?” Sharifa buzzed, putting her bottom two hands on her hips, which somewhat opened the cloak she was wearing, she had nothing on under it, but there was nothing really to hide.
”Where are your tits?” As she spoke she reached out with both hands to try and grope at Sharifa’s chest. What she felt was the soft gold and black down fluff that on Sharifa, but the Wasp woman had no breasts to speak off, and the sudden wide on eyes on the whore showed she had expected that.
What she really didn’t expect in reaction from Sharifa was to be back handed in the face by the now very angry Wasp. The woman went reeling back, holding her face as a bruise started to form, while the two others stood shocked before moving to help their friend. ”That was a step too far!” Sharifa hissed. ”Any of you try that again and you’ll be going to meet Angela in a way you don’t want to.” Sharifa warned.
The sudden commotion had caused a small stir and some had stopped to watch. Sharifa had been in the city enough now that most knew her, or of her, she did stand out. So they were always curious and interested in seeing what she would react like to different things, such as this current event. Sharifa stared down the three women for a moment longer before turning and walking away, making her way back to the training yards. There was a practice dummy that was going to die now that Sharifa had her temper up.
