Page 9 of Grulen

Morgan blew out a breath and tilted her head back as she stretched.

“I was hoping he’d lose interest.It’s been almost three months since the last one.”

“I feel guilty that he’s not pushing me to do the same.”

“Don’t.Don’t feel guilty.If any of us can avoid it, it’s a good thing, Faith.Besides, you’re doing a phenomenal job running this place.You’ve got a gift for managing people.Fortunately, he sees that.”

“How much longer until you earn your freedom?”

“At this rate, without the Johns, I estimate another decade or so.”Morgan huffed in disgust.“Unfortunately, humans cost more because we’re so fucking desirable as slaves.At least he’s not taking any offers from any who’ve tried to buy us from him.”

“Better the devil we know.”Faith waved her hand.“The whole situation sucks, but he’s far from the worst owner we could have.”

“I wish I could hate the slimy bastard more.”Morgan grabbed her discarded shoes and walked barefoot toward the dressing room.She tossed the towel into a refresher and headed to the showers.At least we designed it so we could have individual stalls.

“Want me to pick something out while you get cleaned up?”

“If you have time, that would be great.Any idea of what species I’m meeting?”

“No, he was pretty tight-lipped.”

Morgan sighed.

“I guess I’ll be surprised.”

Damn, I hate being a slave.

Morgan checked her appearance in the viewer.Long auburn hair in a messy bun and scattered curls framed the hard blue eyes in her tired face.A light dusting of glittery powder highlighted her cheekbones while raspberry-colored gloss stained her lips.Tiny hoop earrings shimmered above her gold slave collar.She centered the stone of the collar over her throat.A cleverly hidden panic button, she could press it if she felt her life was in danger.If a client attempted to strangle her, he would set it off unknowingly, too.She believed the panic buttons were installed more to protect her owner’s investments rather than any serious concern about each of them as individuals.

She smoothed the strapless navy-blue cocktail dress over her hips.Somehow the clothing Slovis provided lifted and supported breasts comfortably.Although, as usual, the material seems thinner over the nipples.Fucking pervert.

Sheer stockings topped with white ruffled fake garters peeked out under the short hemline when she walked in another pair of skyscraper heels.Her small bag contained several capsules of the lubricating gel.She didn’t know how it worked, but the small amounts expanded after insertion to provide copious amounts to protect her innards.Pulling out a small tube similar to a lipstick, she applied the unscented substance under her nose.Whoever invented this smell-blocking shit was a genius.Puking on a John because of his body odor would probably not go over well.

She sighed when she saw Tarqel appear behind her.

“I’m ready.”

The Ladortan gestured for her to precede him to a hidden lift.They rode in silence to the second floor.He indicated she should turn right when the doors opened.Her heels tapped lightly on the tile.Then she waited outside Slovis’ office until Tarqel nodded.

“Morgan, you look stunning as usual.”Slovis’ eye traversed her from head to toe.

“Thank you.”

“You’ll be entertaining two Svesti at their hotel this evening.They were quite interested in you.Upon your return in the morning and confirmation that they have no complaints, I will apply additional credits to your outstanding balance.”

Morgan breath hitched.

“Two?All night?”

His red eye narrowed and two of his tentacles waved menacingly.

“Is there a problem?”

“Not exactly.You rarely allow any of us to leave your establishments, let alone in the company of multiple males.I’ve never serviced more than one at a time.Perhaps someone else would be better suited for these clients.”

“They were very specific that you were the one they wanted.In fact, they questioned me about your ability to handle larger species.”

Oh, that doesn’t make me feel safe at all.Especially if they are Svesti going against their Goddess’ teachings.Fuck.

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