Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
All these clothes—and the new coat especially—were so gorgeous and expensive I felt like they had to mean something, didn’t they? I mean, didn’t it seem like Vik’tor and I had made some kind of connection? I had certainly felt like there was something between us…maybe he felt the same way.
Of course, I didn’t want anything permanent—what I wanted was to get back to Earth and there was no way I wanted to stay on this frozen ball of ice. But I wouldn’t say no to spending a little time with the man who had given me my first orgasm…and had been well on the way to giving me my second before we had been so rudely interrupted.
Mmm…I wonder how his hands would feel on me if he touched me when I was just wearing this fur bodysuit? Rubbing all over, using the fur to tickle my nipples and pussy…
The possibilities seemed endless…and endlessly arousing.
However, I didn’t get to enjoy my fantasies for long. I had only been strutting and preening and fantasizing for a few minutes when the door to my room suddenly burst open.
“What—?” I gasped, whirling to see what was going on.
It was Ass-licks, standing there in the doorway with a glare on his face.
“All right now, you little slut,” he snarled at me. “I think it’s time you were leaving!”
FIFTEEN
NATALIE
Ass-licks grabbed me by the arm and started yanking me towards the door of the room.
“Hey, what are you doing? Get your hands off me!” I protested, trying to get away from him. But even though he was short for a Naggian, he was still much stronger than me. He hauled me relentlessly out of the plush bedroom and slammed the door behind us.
“You…are…leaving—now!” he grunted as he yanked me down the long hallway with its crimson runner rug. “You’ve had enough of the Baron’s largess—I ought to make you give back those clothes!”
“Vik’tor gave me these clothes!” I protested. “And he never said he wanted me to leave.”
“Listen to you, calling him by his first name! You little hsh’frux slut—you have no right to be so familiar with him!”
“He told me to call him by his first name!” I said.
I was still trying to get away from him, but it was no use—his grip on me was too strong and now we were nearly at the elevator. I could see my bright green coat hanging there on a peg beside it, symbolizing my old life which I most certainly did not want to go back to. At least, not so soon!
“Look, the Baron bought me for a day and a night,” I reminded Ass-licks. “It hasn’t even been a whole day yet!”
He glared at me.
“You think I’m going to let you stay here all night long, so you can poison his mind against me even more?”
“We weren’t talking about you,” I snapped. Honestly, some people think the whole world revolves around them! Clearly Ass-licks was one of that kind.
“Excuse me, Master Azz’lx.” One of the Naggian chamber maids was suddenly there, right in front of the elevator doors. “Where are you taking the lady?” she asked, rather timidly.
“This is no lady,” Azz’lx snarled. “The Baron is gone now—you don’t have to pretend anymore. She’s nothing but a little hsh’frux Blood Whore and she’s leaving now!”
“Only because he’s making me leave!” I protested.
The maid frowned.
“Master Azz’lx, I’m not sure the lady wishes to go. Please…maybe you should let her to go back to the room the Baron assigned to her. I helped pick out her clothes myself—he seems very taken with her.”
Ass-licks rounded on the chamber maid who still had an uncertain look on her face.
“She’s leaving because she has an unnatural hold over the Baron that must be broken now before it’s too late,” he said. “Her kind of hsh’frux does evil magic that bewitches the minds of males!”
“Oh, no—really?” The chamber maid’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead in shock.
“Yes! So we must get her away from the Baron before she controls him completely,” Ass-licks exclaimed.
“Oh, I see, Sir. Yes, Sir.” The maid bobbed a kind of curtsy and looked at me with wide eyes.
My heart sank. One thing I’ve observed about the lower classes of Naggian society is that they are extremely superstitious. The other Blood Whores have all kinds of rituals they do—little things like making the sign of the Goddess of Mercy for protection before they go with a client or squeezing the first dab of nutritional paste out of the tube onto the ground as a kind of offering to the spirits of the Blood Whores who have gone before them to seek favor.
The point is, if Ass-licks managed to convince the Naggian maid I was some kind of witch or succubus, she would never say a word to Vik’tor about what had happened to me!