Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles by Anita Dobs Read Free Book Online

wearing a smoking jacket. He
smiled as he saw me, and greeted me,
    “Miss. James, how delightful to see you
again.”
    “Oh please, call me Elle.” I said, feeling
myself sparkle a little.
    His eyes belied his growing feelings towards
me, and he was now staring at my tits, he couldn't control his
urges or his passion, I realized.
    “Mr. Grey.” I said, suddenly realizing
something, “I don't actually know your first name. What is your
first name?”
    Grey laughed, like 'The Count' in Sesame
Street, throwing his head back as he did so, and I thought it
exaggerated and a little unusual.
    “Elle, when I first came to this planet I had
no name, and so chose one by just picking a word out of the
dictionary.”
    Grey explained that he'd then had to get
documents made, such as his I.D card and passport, and since that
time, he'd been unable to change it.
    “So, I never actually tell people what my
first name is, as it's a little embarrassing. But since we've
already had tentacle sex, I guess it would be OK to tell you.”
    I wondered what it could be, and my mind
raced through thousands of words I'd pored over when in the
beginning, as I writer, I was trying to improve my lexicon.
    “It's OK Mr. Grey, you know you can tell me
anything.” I said, wanting to take hold of his hand as he then sat
down beside me.
    “What is it?” I said, in as warm and
understanding a tone that I could muster.
    “Battleship.” He said.
    “Battleship!” I repeated in disbelief.
    “Yes, 'Battleship', it was one of the first
words I ever saw, and I thought it looked kind of cool, you
know.”
    “So, you mean your name is Battleship
Grey?”
    “Hmm, yes, that's what everyone asks.”
    “You do realize that's the name of a shade of
Grey right?”
    “Yes, it is something of a coincidence, I
admit.”
    “That's ridiculous.” I said, not being able
to hold it back.
    “Thanks.”
    “Oh I'm sorry, it's just… ” and then I tried
to stifle a laugh, “ ...it just seems a little unusual .”
    “Yes, thank you for reminding me.”
    “Oh, but actually it could kind of work.” I
told him, trying to salvage the situation.”You could be like Prince
or Madonna and just use the first name, 'Battleship'.”
    “I'm not an entertainer Miss. James, I work
in the cut-throat world of the confectionery industry.”
    “Yes, of course, I understand you Battleship,
I mean Mr. Grey.” I commented, not really now knowing what to now
call him.
    The situation was a little uncomfortable, but
it seemed like as good a time as any to begin discussing our
future.
    “Mr. Grey Battleship, I'd like to talk to you
about our future.”
    “Oh my God!” He suddenly said, looking at his
watch.
    “What?” I asked, wondering what ever could be
the matter.
    “I just remembered, I left the stove on.”
    “Really? I thought your maid would cook for
you.”
    “She can't, it's her day off.”
    “Do you want me to help you?”
    “No, no, it's OK, you stay here, and I'll
tell Morris to take care of you.”
    “Hmm, well, OK... but... ”
    “And I'll see you in the tentacle dungeon
later.”
    “Tentacle dungeon! You have a tentacle
dungeon ?”
    “Yes.”
    “OK, no problem, we can talk about it
another time, or, whatever.”
    “I'll see you later Elle.” He said, standing
up, and touching me lightly on the cheek, and then he walked away,
his powerful frame swaying like a cowboy.
     
    ...
     
    Morris showed me around Grey Mansion, telling
me about the colonial history of the many roomed building,
    “This room is done in light grey.” Said
Morris, opening the door to one of the rooms to show me.
    “This other room is painted in cadet grey.”
He then said, opening another door to yet another room.
    “And this other one is quite special.” Morris
said with aplomb, “It's done in rocket metallic grey, a color you
often see in Tintin's 'Destination Moon', Mr. Grey's favorite book
as a child.”
    I began to grow quite weary of all the
different grey colored