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of activity Dani had grown used to hearing outside her
room. She fingered the collar around her neck with its tracking
device. Every slave wore one, preventing escape from their
respective brothels. Should Dani be stupid enough to jump out her
window and make a run for it, she’d be quickly caught, stripped
bare in the market square, and beaten as an example to others
contemplating such foolishness. Contracts were very serious
business on Dantovon, religiously adhered to.
    Only the brothel owner could unlock
Dani’s collar. So the open window, more than large enough for her
to wriggle out of, remained only a tease of the wide world outside
her room.
    Room? Try closet.
    The tiny space wasn’t even the size of
her walk-in closet at home in Wilmington, Delaware. The soft golden
light filtering into the slave dorm couldn’t gentle the cramped
space that afforded all the privacy Dani possessed. She slept on a
thin bed mat on the stained nap of the flooring. Over her head hung
four identical gray slave outfits in varying states of cleanliness.
Laundry costs came out of Dani’s earnings, and she was careful to
keep the clothing as unsullied as possible. She could usually
stretch her outfits to last almost two weeks.
    A small mirror and wash basin completed
her lodgings. The showers and toilet facilities were shared amongst
the slaves.
    Dani stretched, noted slight aches and
the aroma of cinnamon all over her body and sat up with a gasp. The
night before returned, its hours and hours of pleasure with the
Kalquorians replaying in detail in her mind.
    Dani swallowed. Her body warmed with
the memory of lovemaking beyond any she’d known before. With the
enemy, no less. How far she had fallen to have entertained members
of the race that had rendered Earth uninhabitable for who knew how
many decades!
    But they’d been so solicitous despite
making no bones about being in absolute control over her. Kind,
even. Her pleasure had seemed as important to them as their own.
More important, perhaps.
    “ What strange men,” Dani
whispered to herself. Where were the monsters, the evil demons they
were reputed to be? She’d seen nothing of that, not even from the
ferocious-seeming Wynhod. Had the Kalquorian invasion that ended in
the nuclear

    holocaust of Earth’s major cities
really been as benign as they said? Had her own government been
behind Armageddon, destroying the majority of the populace rather
than accepting enemy occupation?
    “ Or is it just a story they
told to gain sex?” Perhaps Earthers and Kalquorians weren’t so
dissimilar after all. Scheming, lying, and throwing money around,
just to get what they wanted. Dani snorted. Different planet, same
song.
    At least she knew the dance. She took
comfort in that.
    And the Kalquorians were great sex
partners. The best she’d ever known. Dani shrugged off the guilt
she felt at hoping they’d hire her again. She had to lay with
clients anyway; they might as well be ones she enjoyed even if it
made her a traitor to her people.
    Hope got Dani to her feet, got her
dressed. Maybe they’d already booked her for tonight. If they
planned to see her again, they should have taken care of it before
leaving at daybreak this morning. Her schedule filled fast. It was
the blessing and curse of being such a rare commodity, a female
Earther willing to have sex with anyone who paid her
fee.
    Dani left her cramped space, looking
for breakfast, a shower, and to check tonight’s schedule. Like a
child, the fingers on both her hands were crossed.
    * * * *
    Wynhod traipsed the hot, humid jungle
on the outskirts of the Dantovonian city of Ler, the current home
of a very succulent Earther sex slave. Danielle Watson had not left
his mind for a second since they’d departed the brothel that
morning. He’d been amused at his body’s repeated response. The
crotch of his black formsuit kept betraying the erections that
swelled when he thought of the Earther’s scent, her warmth, her
deliciously long