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

the table. Grey went on to tell
me how he had grown up on Earth not really understanding humans or
human ways, and that Morris had taught him most of it, including
everything he knew about women, but the problem was, Morris was
gay, and didn't really understand women either.
    “As far as I can understand Elle, women want
a man to shower them with attention, but only certain kinds of
men.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, before I was a billionaire I owned a
Hot-Dog stand. And no matter what I did, no women were interested
in me.”
    “So?”
    “After I became a billionaire, women
positively threw themselves at me; so I can only surmise that women
like men with money, status and power.”
    “Oh well, I'm not like that Mr. Grey.”
    “So if I were a taxi driver, would you love
me?”
    “There's no need to be extreme Mr. Grey! You
could have said lawyer, doctor or banker.” I said, waving my fork
in the air.
    “I see. So basically you don't like men who
have to work with their hands in some way?”
    “That's not true at all Mr. Grey! I love
firefighters for example.”
    “What about policemen?”
    “Ya, as long as they have a uniform, I'd be
quite happy.”
    “So, the crux of it is, if I have money,
status, power or a uniform, you could love me for who I really
am?”
    “Yes. Absolutely. I'm not the superficial
type Mr. Grey.”
    “So how about if I were working in McDonalds,
and wearing one of their uniforms?” He asked.
    “No Mr. Grey! God no!”
    “I just don't understand women.” Sighed
Grey.
    I saw how confused he was, and reached over
and touched his hand. His problem was one man since the beginning
of time had, the one where women stated one thing, but then their
actions showed something completely different.
    I decided to try and console him,
    “Mr Grey, if you were a muscular and sexy
taxi driver, I might consider it.”
    “So strong genetics is a factor then?”
    I sighed, this really wasn't the romantic
conversation I'd expected, dissecting the mysterious, beautiful and
complex emotions of women was just too much for me to discuss with
my mouth full.
    “Mr Grey, I need to confess something to you,
not to make you jealous or force you to make a commitment to me,
but just because I want to be honest.”
    “Go on.”
    “The other night as I was walking back to
college - because you didn't have your driver take me home - I was
attacked by a gang of youths, intent on probably raping me.”
    “Really! This is terrible news! What
happened?” Said Grey, looking very concerned.
    “Here's the thing, a tentacled superhero
saved me.”
    “There's another tentacled man in
Gothom!?”
    “That's what I thought!” Realizing I wasn't
so stupid for thinking it such an amazing coincidence in the first
place.
    “And anyway Mr. Grey, as a reward, I allowed
him to kiss me, and touch my tits a little.”
    “He touched your tits!?”
    “Now, now, Mr. Grey, there's no need to be
jealous, I just want you to know that I'm a little confused about
my feelings right now.”
    “I see Miss. James, well, perhaps the
tentacle domination is off for tonight then.”
    “No, no , that's not what I mean! I
mean, perhaps if I knew where we stood, I'd be able to be clearer
in my feelings toward you.”
    “I understand Miss. James.” He said firmly,
and then rang the bell for Morris to come in.
    Morris came in and Grey told him to fetch the
contract. I wondered what contract that was; perhaps it was a
contract to be a consultant at the Grey Candy Group's headquarters,
but I was shocked by what Morris placed it in front of me as he
moved my bowl of ice-cream and crushed nuts to one side. Reading
over it I didn't know what to say.
    The contract stipulated that I would be
Grey's submissive sex slave, and that I was to submit to anything
and everything he told me to do. The training - as the contract
referred to it as - would involve some pain in the form of
spanking, which I was looking forward to, but also some