Page 3 of Master
Clara, we want you to understand why we cannot keep you. We want you to find a place where you'd fit in better.
I blinked away the heat in my eyes and forced a smile to my face, the type of smile every foster kid can perfect. "When can I expect my…client… to visit?" Maybe I'd have time to get drunk before he got here. Alien wine flowed like water on this ship.
"He sent word that he would arrive after his meal." Luarian patted my hand and stood. "That gives you some time to rest and ready yourself. Why don't you wear that lovely pink ensemble I gave you?"
Oh great, the crotchless panties. At least the lace creation didn't have nipple cutouts—that was something.
Luarian glanced back at me once before slinking out the door. But it was a look that meant business.
I rose and headed to the closet, a stream of curse words bursting from my mouth—I even said a few French ones I knew. I might have to fuck an alien. I might even have to wear something that looks like it came from a bad eighties porn movie to do it, but it was a means to an end.
I had a plan. Get the hell off this ship and find my friends.
I just didn’t have a clue how to do that yet.
One step at a time. Unfortunately, the first step was fucking an alien. Make that fucking an alien and trying not to vomit.
Of course, if I barfed, I might be able to convince the guy it was the human way of expressing pleasure.
Ugh.
I snatched the silky pink lace bikini-nightie thing, snagging a bottle of alien wine as I strode toward the bathroom. I didn't bother grabbing a glass. If this didn’t rank as adrink from the bottlemoment,nothing would.
Chapter 2
Tarook
“I could ask one of the other girls to take my shift if you like.”
I managed to snatch the Antauri temptress’s hand just before she made a grab at the crotch of my breeches—her fifth try in as many minutes.
It was a tempting offer.
Antauri females were beautiful, luscious, and curvy, with that full third breast sitting astride the other two.
She licked her full lips with a long green forked tongue, and I couldn’t help but think what that tongue would feel like wrapped around my….
No.
I had a job to do.
“I like to watch you dance,” I purred, trailing my fingers up and down her slender arms. Small scales covered Antauri skin and when one became aroused like the female nearly sitting in my lap, touching them was like touching glass. If not aroused… I’d seen comrades with nearly severed appendages thanks to Antauri scales.
“Go up there and shake that perfect ass for me,” I urged, reaching around to give said ass a playful swat.
She tilted her head back laughing, exposing a length of perfect creamy, coral colored neck just perfect for nibbling.
Damit it all. She was just my type.
I’d been on this ship for five days now. Five days of denying my baser urges while I hunted for the human. Every creature on the Hartouk Lenaii knew of her, but it took days of stealth and cajoling to find out where Luarian hid her. The Ntavian madam knew she had a prize and treated her as such. I could buy two small skiffs for what they wanted for an hour with the human.
Eaeta, the Antauri temptress trying desperately to seduce me, was the only being I’d found who knew the human’s location and was willing to tell it. While I figured the human would be on the fifth floor with the rest of the pleasurers, there were hundreds of private rooms on that level. The only chance I had to swipe the human and get us off this ship alive was to do it quickly and quietly.
Since Eaeta worked on the fifth level when she wasn’t dancing, she knew exactly which room the human occupied… and how many additional guards Luarian employed to protect her. It would have been simpler just to buy the human for an hour and make our escape. Trouble was, I’d spent too much time on the Hartouk Lenaii in the past. I had a well-known reputation as an Earth protector among the crew. Luckily, I had also established a reputation for enjoying a good time, so as long as I dropped a few thousand credits in the gambling densand showed my face nightly around the dancers and shows, everybody ignored my presence.
Hell, I offered to go after this particular human because I knew she was destined for the best hedonism ship in the universe. I meant to mix business with a little pleasure… said attempts at pleasure getting derailed at every turn.
I’d been on the ship only a matter of minutes before hearing of the Kersak ambassador’s attempt to buy the girl. Word had it he’d offered Luarian twice what she paid. Thankfully, the madam realized selling the human to the scourge of the galaxy would be a death sentence. The ambassador didn’t take rejection well and whispers in darkened hallways suggested he wasn’t above trying to steal the girl away. So, in addition to searching for a way to get my hands on her, I kept my eye on the Kerzak. Guarding the little human against getting snatched when I planned on doing the same thing seemed a bit hypocritical, but at least I wouldn’t eat her.
