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It might not be so bad if my first client looked like him.
Hell, I might even enjoy it.
I'd enjoy it much better than being eaten by a psycho Winnie the Pooh.
A sharp tap on the door jerked me to the present.
Shit!
I stood from my perch on the mattress's edge, arranging the skirts of my gown. Aliens seemed to think Earth women still dressed like Marie Antoinette. The clothes were cumbersome, but I wasn't about to complain. I preferred being draped in yards of fabric over walking around wearing the three small strips of cloth and string favored by the other girls.
The door swung open, and Luarian strode into the room. Despite her alien appearance, the woman… female… whatever… was breathtakingly beautiful. Statuesque with pale lavender skin, intense green eyes, and thick dark purple hair piled in ringlets atop her head. She carried herself like a runway model. Her body was slender and draped in a teal green silky cape, left open at the torso to expose the line of her breasts—all six ofthem. Her boobs weren't like mine, all soft and jiggly. While full, they were firm with sharp dark purple nipples that I thought might hurt if one poked you.
"Are you ready for tonight, little human?" Through my translator, her voice held a purring quality.
"Ready as I’ll ever be,” I shrugged, flopping back onto the mattress.
Luarian frowned, drawing nearer. "You are a prize, little human, one that cost me far too many credits not to earn her keep."
It was my constant reminder. I'd asked once how much she paid for me, astounded when she responded my price was over three million credits. While I'd like to take the exorbitant price as a point of pride, it was probably a rate of exchange like the yen, and a million alien credits equaled twenty dollars.
I forced a smile to my lips, gritting my teeth behind it. One thing I learned from my years as a foster kid—don't piss off the person that feeds you.
“I’ll do my best.”
Luarian settled on the bed beside me, her long fingers laying over where my hand nervously smoothed my skirts.
"I know this is hard for you, little human, but I will do my best to ensure your well-being."
A long lavender finger settled under my chin, turning my gaze to hers.
“A wealthy Karisian paid handsomely to be your first experience with an alien male. He's reputed to be gentle and kind.”
"Thank you," I muttered, drawing a deep breath to settle the bile raging in my stomach.
Karisian.
Was that the species that looked like blobs of Jello or the ones that looked like a cross between a frog and a hedgehog? Maybe it was the one with a catfish face with legs like a cricket?
Yuck!
“I want you to be happy here, little human,” Luarian sighed. “I don’t want to alarm you with stories of what others of your kind have to endure out in the universe.”
I pulled my gaze away, not wanting her to notice the flicker of sheer terror that shot through me at her words. The idea of what my friends might endure while I sat here in a silk gown with a full belly horrified me—fucking an alien aside.
"I want that, too," I muttered. How many times had I said that before?
Clara, we want you to find a loving foster family.
I want that, too.
Clara, we want you to fit into our family.
I want that, too.
Clara, we want you to be able to get along with the other children here.
I want that, too.
