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Authors: Selena Illyria
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Private Room Club was an infamous sex den. All around them naked flesh heaved and pulsed. As they wove their way through the crowds of people, Rena couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to make her do any of what she was seeing. She felt hot and bothered just watching some of the sexual acts around her.
Would he have her suck him off in public? Maybe he would fuck her for a private audience. Would he give her a ménage à trois with two of the muscular, half-naked waiters who walked around the club? She almost swayed on her feet from the very thought. Anticipation sung along her nerve endings. Her body was on fire with arousal.
She felt embarrassment flood through her as she noticed a few of her old crewmates at some of the tables, taking in the show on the main stage. Some of their eyes widened when they saw her, and she caught heads turning to watch her progress through the club.
Rena and the hostess found their way to the back, slipped through a black satin curtain and down a dimly lit corridor. She could hear moans and groans along with the slick, slapping sounds of wet flesh. Rena’s back stiffened when she heard the unmistakable sound of a whip being snapped. She hoped he wouldn’t do that to her. She liked some pain with her pleasure, but not that kind. This was absurd. She was getting turned on when she should be ready to spit nails. He was trying to blackmail her into having sex with him.
“Here we are. Enjoy,” the hostess said, pulling back another black satin curtain for her. As Rena stepped through, she didn’t miss the look of envy on the woman’s face. She was going to enjoy this, that was for sure. She’d enjoy punching him out and taking that disc back. How the hell she was going to get home—well, she’d find a way.
The curtain slipped down and the door whisked shut. The scent of jasmine permeated the air. He must have used that scent for all his conquests. Candles flickered as cool air slipped quietly into the room from the vents in the ceiling. For a moment Rena was impressed that he'd go to such trouble for her.
She picked her way over pillows and blankets strewn all over the floor and made her way toward a set of tables near the back of the room. There was a huge round bed loaded down with pillows of all shapes and sizes, covered in black satin with the monogram D.C. etched on the corner of the bedspread. She ignored the wall of whips, handcuffs, floggers, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, ball gags, and other sexual toys.
She looked at her watch and groaned. She had only two hours to get to the transport. Not only did she not have the disc, but she was about to miss her shuttle. She couldn’t imagine paying another several thousand credits for a ticket back to Earth. She didn’t have that kind of money.
She brushed her hair back behind her ear and waited. An hour passed and she started to feel as if she’d been had. He had only been toying with her so she would miss her shuttle and not have the disc. Tears blurred her vision, and her anger only grew. How could he be so cruel? He was not the man she had thought he was. She would be stuck on the space station for God knew how long as she worked for her passage back to Earth.
She didn’t know what she would do for the money. What if word got out about why she'd been suspended by Drogan? Who in the world would want her when she refused to tell them why she left? She had to figure out a way to get off the station, but first, when Captain Drogan finally put in an appearance, she was going to let him have it for humiliating her.
Another ten minutes passed before the door finally swished open and the captain stepped in. Rena’s body stilled when she realized he wasn’t alone. With him was Jason Mercy. She stood up, ready to bolt should they try to do anything to her, but neither man seemed to have noticed her. They seemed to be talking about ship’s business.
“Make sure that the room has been properly cleaned out and
Would he have her suck him off in public? Maybe he would fuck her for a private audience. Would he give her a ménage à trois with two of the muscular, half-naked waiters who walked around the club? She almost swayed on her feet from the very thought. Anticipation sung along her nerve endings. Her body was on fire with arousal.
She felt embarrassment flood through her as she noticed a few of her old crewmates at some of the tables, taking in the show on the main stage. Some of their eyes widened when they saw her, and she caught heads turning to watch her progress through the club.
Rena and the hostess found their way to the back, slipped through a black satin curtain and down a dimly lit corridor. She could hear moans and groans along with the slick, slapping sounds of wet flesh. Rena’s back stiffened when she heard the unmistakable sound of a whip being snapped. She hoped he wouldn’t do that to her. She liked some pain with her pleasure, but not that kind. This was absurd. She was getting turned on when she should be ready to spit nails. He was trying to blackmail her into having sex with him.
“Here we are. Enjoy,” the hostess said, pulling back another black satin curtain for her. As Rena stepped through, she didn’t miss the look of envy on the woman’s face. She was going to enjoy this, that was for sure. She’d enjoy punching him out and taking that disc back. How the hell she was going to get home—well, she’d find a way.
The curtain slipped down and the door whisked shut. The scent of jasmine permeated the air. He must have used that scent for all his conquests. Candles flickered as cool air slipped quietly into the room from the vents in the ceiling. For a moment Rena was impressed that he'd go to such trouble for her.
She picked her way over pillows and blankets strewn all over the floor and made her way toward a set of tables near the back of the room. There was a huge round bed loaded down with pillows of all shapes and sizes, covered in black satin with the monogram D.C. etched on the corner of the bedspread. She ignored the wall of whips, handcuffs, floggers, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, anal plugs, ball gags, and other sexual toys.
She looked at her watch and groaned. She had only two hours to get to the transport. Not only did she not have the disc, but she was about to miss her shuttle. She couldn’t imagine paying another several thousand credits for a ticket back to Earth. She didn’t have that kind of money.
She brushed her hair back behind her ear and waited. An hour passed and she started to feel as if she’d been had. He had only been toying with her so she would miss her shuttle and not have the disc. Tears blurred her vision, and her anger only grew. How could he be so cruel? He was not the man she had thought he was. She would be stuck on the space station for God knew how long as she worked for her passage back to Earth.
She didn’t know what she would do for the money. What if word got out about why she'd been suspended by Drogan? Who in the world would want her when she refused to tell them why she left? She had to figure out a way to get off the station, but first, when Captain Drogan finally put in an appearance, she was going to let him have it for humiliating her.
Another ten minutes passed before the door finally swished open and the captain stepped in. Rena’s body stilled when she realized he wasn’t alone. With him was Jason Mercy. She stood up, ready to bolt should they try to do anything to her, but neither man seemed to have noticed her. They seemed to be talking about ship’s business.
“Make sure that the room has been properly cleaned out and
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