>>135784660"Well, um..." Trying to regather dignity and composure, I asked for another glass, making one of the bigger mistakes of my life.
Raising one of its lower hands up to the front of it's carapace, it scratched one of the plates, teasing it into raising slightly. I could only stare as the glistening bug-flesh under the plate. Off-white, with regular bumps across it's surface, it oozed a clear liquid from a nipple-like portrusion. Raising the glass to this bump, it rubbed the area around it, in smooth, circular motions.
This was far too erotic for a simple glass-filling, I realized. It must be a pervert.
Both disgusted and aroused, I couldn't look away as a flood of that thick fluid erupted from the bump, filling the glass to the brim. It shook a bit, clicking it's jaws rapidly in an odd imitation of an orgasm.
That jinks it. Pervert. To be honest, there hadn't been much action for me ever since I moved here. And I'd take what I can get.
Taking the glass when it placed it on the table, I asked rather abruptly if it was a man or a woman. Or equivalent.
"Man? Woman? What mean?"
"Erm, which one makes the eggs?"
It chittered a bit, in what I assume was their version of laughter.
"I make eggs, yes. Do you make eggs?"
Laughing, I answered abruptly. "No, I'm the, uh. Fertilizer."
"That is good, was wondering if I had picked egg-maker."
"Picked an egg-maker for what?"
"To eh, what is word...have sex?"
If this were a cartoon, I would have spit out my drink. But it was far too delicious to waste.