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  “Let your tensions and worries go,” Kail whispered in her ear from behind as he manipulated her muscles. He spent long minutes sweeping his strong hands over her back and shoulders, then moved to the end of the table. Picking up one small foot, he worked his fingers over every inch of first the left and then the right before moving up to her calves. He gave special attention to the backs of her knees, tickling them lightly and laughing at her reaction. Then he reached the backs of her thighs.

  Calla shifted restlessly. His touch was like warm honey, and she could feel herself growing moist as she realized he was slowly, inevitably, working his way toward the cleft between her legs.

  He skipped where she wanted him to touch, however, moving to each of the soft mound of her bottom in turn, massaging and treating them to light, nipping kisses. All her nervous tension was long gone, but a new tension was coiling within her. Sexual tension. She wanted him to touch her, give her release, but she was too weak to move. His hands were hypnotic, she was captive.

  After an eternity, he had her roll over on to her back, stretching her arms so that they lay high over her head. He started with her hands and worked his way down her arms to her shoulders. Then he reached her breasts, lavishing his full attention on each one until they were painfully tight, and her small red nipples felt as if they would burst. He dropped one slow kiss on each, then stood and walked once more to the end of the table.

  Calla all but whimpered in pain as he left her, then felt herself tighten in anticipation as his hands grasped her ankles. Pulling her legs slowly apart, Kail started carefully rubbing again, moving ever closer to the center of her pleasure. She could feel the moisture rushing to her cunt, her legs twitching under his touch. She wanted him to move faster, harder. She gave a little gasp, and Kail laughed then stepped away.

  “I think you’re ready now, sweetheart,” he said softly, and Dani giggled in the background. Kail held his hands out to her, pulling her up and off the couch. Calla simply stared at him, open-mouthed. He was aroused, she could see his stiff erection until his loin cloth, but he seemed completely disinterested in touching her.

  “It’s to get you ready for your customer,” Dani said, coming up behind her. “If we let Kail finish the job, it would defeat the purpose.”

  “That’s a dirty trick,” Calla muttered, her face growing flushed. She felt so embarrassed. She’d almost come on the table, yet for Kail this was simply business.

  “Don’t worry, darling,” Kail said, lifting her chin with one gentle finger. He smiled into her eyes. “It’s all right to enjoy the massage. And it’s all right to enjoy your client. You’re going to have a wonderful time tonight, you just need to let yourself go.”

  Calla nodded, mesmerized by his soothing voice, and Dani held her robe out. The rough fabric rubbed her nipples, and she gasped at the sensation.

  “Come along,” Dani said with a wicked smile. “Let’s get you some more wine and find you something to wear.”

  They walked slowly back to Dani’s dressing room. Every move felt fluid, surreal, to Calla. Was it the wine? The massage? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care, she realized with a start. She simply liked it.

  Dani spent the next hour and a half getting her ready. She created an artless, simple style for her hair, rubbed subtle creams and cosmetics on her face, and even gave her rouge for her nipples. Calla giggled at this, thinking Dani was joking at first. Dani just smiled and shook her head; her little Calla was a true innocent. She had no idea how wild Seth would be for her.

  The final touch was a barely-there dress made entirely of floating, semi-transparent scarves. It covered her completely, yet with every step she took her legs were outlined or exposed between layers. The peaks of her breasts were outlined as well, and as Calla stood looking at herself in the mirror she was stunned. It was as if Calla the slave girl had disappeared. In her place was Devora, a pleasure worker whose face was flushed with arousal and anticipation. She licked her lips, then looked at Dani for her reaction.

  “Oh, Seth will like that,” Dani whispered.

  “I’m ready for him,” Calla replied in a throaty voice. She took a final swig of wine, then set down her glass and turned to the door, tossing her hair and laughing with happiness. She felt like she was just about ready for anything.

  As they walked through the house toward the room Dani had reserved, Calla found it was getting harder and harder to stay focused on the task ahead of her. Each and every man she saw as she walked through the House of Lilies looked good enough to eat.

  “I think you drank a little too much,” Dani said with a wicked laugh, guiding Calla along a gallery that looked over the main performance area. Along the way were entrances to the small rooms used to entertain clients. Dani had introduced her to the other Guild workers as her cousin Devora, and explained she was setting up a private contract. The women had been polite, but distant, tolerating her presence because of Dani. The house manager had made it clear that “Devora” was only to visit with her proposed client, however, and just for one evening. She might have been Dani’s cousin, but she was competition, and the Guild wouldn’t allow her to stay for long.

  They hadn’t forbidden her to watch what was going on around her, though, and the sight was even more educational than the training vids. Dani had told her that most of the activity took place in the private rooms. It must have been some pretty spectacular stuff, because as far as Calla could tell just about every possible kind of sexual activity was already happening all around her—and the floor show hadn’t even started yet.

  A passionate female moan, followed by the sound of clapping, sounded through the room, startling Calla. Pulling away from Dani, she leaned over the edge of the gallery to see what had happened. Directly below her a threesome was underway, something she had only ever imagined. One man was sitting in on a bench. Straddling him was a woman, and behind her was another man!

  “What are they doing?” Calla asked Dani, mesmerized. The sight made her insides twist and her nipples stiffen.

  The man on the bottom had his face turned up toward them, his eyes closed. His expression was one of strain and intense lust; a bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he thrust up into the woman on his lap. She seemed hardly able to support her own weight, but all around her were the helpful hands of her audience. The man pounding into her from behind seemed almost in a frenzy, grunting and moaning each time he slammed into her ass. Her own cries answered each thrust.

  “They’re having sex, sweetie,” Dani said with a laugh. “They’re just doing it a little differently than you may be used to.”

  “But two men at once, isn’t that hurting her?” Calla whispered. Without even realizing what she was doing, one hand dropped toward her own wet cunt. She caught herself and pulled the hand back quickly. What was wrong with her, she wondered?

  “Does she look like she’s in pain?” Dani asked. “Trust me, two men at once can be very … stimulating … under the right circumstances. Now I know you’re enjoying the show, but we’ve got to get going. I don’t want Seth showing up before you’re completely ready for him.”

  Calla nodded, dragging her eyes from the scene below them. Who would have thought such a thing was possible? Two men at once…

  Dani led her wide-eyed friend to one of the rooms, and palmed the door open. It was lushly decorated, strewn with pillows and hung with draperies. To Calla’s surprise, there wasn’t a bed. Instead, the entire floor was softly padded. With a reassuring wink, Dani told Calla she’d be back soon with Seth.

  Calla settled herself down to wait against a pile of pillows. Soothing music was playing in the dimly lit space. The drug had worked its way throughout her body, and every nerve cell tingled with sensation. Without thinking, Calla ran a finger gently around her right nipple, enjoying the pleasant, tightening sensation. Then she let the hand drop lower to her crotch, rubbing the same finger against her clit almost absently. The ceiling was hung with soft fabric, and if felt like room was completely
separate from the real world. It was a sensual nest, so comfortable that she felt like rolling in sheer pleasure.

  With a drug-induced giggle, she realized she could. Calla stretched herself out like a kitten, alternately rolling and clawing. It was the most wonderful, liberating sensation she’d ever felt. Here I am, she thought, in a Guild-owned pleasure room. I’m free and I’m about to enter into a service contract where everything I earn will be all mine! It was a glorious feeling.

  A soft chime sounded through the room, and one of the drapes drifted to one side. The music in the room faded, and silence filled the room. Behind it was a full-size holo-screen, displaying the stage in the main room. The floor show was about to start, and thanks to the holo-cameras Calla was going to have a front-row view. Fascinated, she drew one of the pillows in front of her and settled down to watch.

  After a few seconds, a stunningly beautiful woman sauntered out on to the stage. Her skin was creamy brown, and a gorgeous mane of curly black hair fell down her back. She was dressed in a filmy, semi-transparent gown that draped gracefully, trailing to the floor. As she walked, a low, rhythmic beat started working its way through the air. The music paused dramatically when she reached the center of the stage.

  Shrugging her shoulders proudly, the gown slipped down, baring her breasts. Like the rest of her, they were magnificent. A low, backless couch rose out of the floor directly behind her; she sat down and leaned back comfortably.

  A man dressed in black leather pants followed her on to the stage. His chest was bare, and the slight swing of his arms as he walked caused his tight muscles to ripple. His skin was light, almost white, as was his spiky hair. His facial features were classic and sharply chiseled. The only spots of color were his lips and eyes, both pink in color. He strode purposefully toward the reclining woman, licking his lips slightly in anticipation.

  Calla felt a tingle run through her at the sight.

  The woman watched him dispassionately as he came to a stop before her. She pointed imperiously to the floor, and he dropped to his knees in front of her unhesitatingly. Flicking a finger at him, she directed his attention to her bare breasts before tossing her head back against the couch and closing her eyes.

  The man leaned over the reclining woman, flicking first one and then the other nipple with his tongue, before settling his attention to one firm, dark breast. He laved it slowly, and while the woman remained almost motionless, she quivered slightly in pleasure from time to time.

  After several long minutes, the man started working down her belly toward her waiting cunt, gently untying the sash that held her gown together. The gown fell in soft folds to either side of the woman’s body, revealing long, slender legs. She lifted one knee and spread them slightly, allowing him greater access. He dropped his head between her legs and started working her clit with his tongue, every movement timed to echo the sensual beat of the music.

  The sight was so erotic that Calla couldn’t control her hand from sliding down toward her own nether lips, shivering with pleasure as she gently stimulated the swollen flesh. It felt almost as if she were on the stage with the performers. A small, distant part of her mind was aware that without the drug she probably wouldn’t have felt so free to enjoy the show, but she didn’t care. At that moment, anything was possible. The freedom was delicious.

  The woman on stage was still lying with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, but she was visibly squirming from the intensity of her arousal. Both of her hands had worked their way down to the man’s head, pressing him against her flesh. Her body started jerking in response to the actions of the man between her spread thighs.

  Calla’s own self-ministrations moved more quickly at the sight. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, centered not only between her legs, but her heart and mind as well. It was glorious to lie there among the cushions, watching the beautiful black woman take her pleasure. As the pleasure built in pitch through Calla’s body, the joy was almost too much to bear. She was in control of her body, she was in control of her future and she was in control of her own sexuality. She felt like a magnificent goddess.

  The woman on the stage seemed to feel the same way, because even as she approached her orgasm, she pulled the man’s head away from the opening between her legs and sat up. Sliding sinuously off the couch, the woman dropped to the floor and knelt face-to-face with the man. Leaning forward, she gave him a deep kiss, then started pushing against his chest with the palms of her hands. The man allowed himself to be pressed to the floor, until he was lying prone on his back. The bulge straining against the front of his leather pants pulsed visibly, and from the tight look on his face Calla could see that he was not nearly as relaxed as his posture indicated.

  The woman shifted herself until she was kneeling over his legs, then leaned down and gave him another long, slow kiss, rubbing her dark nipples against his own pale ones. Then she sat up slightly, slid her hands down his chest to the front of his pants, and slowly opened them. His large cock sprang free of its confinement, and she wrapped one hand around it and stroked up and down a few times. The added stimulation was almost too much for him, and he jerked from tension and pleasure. A knowing smile swept over her face, and for a second her eyes spoke to Calla through the holo-screen. She seemed to be saying, He’s mine to play with, and I love it.

  Calla started moving her hand more quickly, eyes glued to the screen.

  The woman on the stage let go of the man’s penis, then raised herself slightly and positioned it against her waiting pussy lips. Leaning against his chest with both hand, she impaled herself on it. A look of sublime pleasure came over her face, and she licked her lips in satisfaction.

  The sight was too much for Calla. Working her clit furiously, she took her other hand and massaged her breast as she rolled back into the cushions. The dress Dani had given her, made of filmy scarves strung together, twisted up around her waist. The waves of orgasm were very close now, and Calla threw back her head, eyes closed, to revel in the twin glories of sex and freedom. The remembered sensation of Seth thrusting into her cunt flashed through her, and with a wail she exploded into a thousand stars, each a separate flashpoint of joy.

  * * * * *

  Seth’s cock was rock hard from the minute he saw her. She was lying in the middle of the room, surrounded by soft pillows, clothing askew and moaning with pleasure. Dani, who had arranged for him to meet with her cousin, stood next to him with the contract. He’d told her several times that he didn’t want a contractual relationship, but the sight of her cousin climaxing was eroding his certainty. There was something about her, he couldn’t pin it down, but he wanted her. Immediately.

  “Dani, I want to interview Devora privately,” he said, not bothering to look at the woman next to him. He was accustomed to being obeyed, so he was surprised when she failed to leave immediately.

  Instead, Dani strolled leisurely into the room ahead of him, taking up a stance between him and the lovely woman still shuddering against the floor. “Let me introduce you,” Dani said, smiling at him placatingly. She turned to Devora, who had come out of her self-induced orgasm to find them watching her. Dani gave the young woman a hand up.

  Seth watched with intense interest as Devora straightened her clothes slightly, then pushed her dark hair back with both hands to smile directly at him. She seemed completely unembarrassed by the fact that just seconds earlier she’d been twisting in ecstasy before him.

  “You!” he said, shocked at the sight of her freckled face. It was Calla, the little slave who’d run away from the hostel. He’d bet his life on it. “You’re Calla, from the hostel. I know you!”

  Devora looked at him with surprise, and then a confused smile crept over her pretty features.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Commander,” Dani said smoothly into the awkward silence that followed his accusation. “Devora is hardly some slave, she’s my cousin. I don’t think this is the way to start what we all hope will be a mutually beneficial relat
ionship.”

  Seth glowered at Devora, yet she merely stared back at him with that slightly confused smile. He knew it was the slave girl. The inn-keeper, Mistress Jenner, had complained bitterly that she’d run off after some male slave had been sold, presumably her husband. The slave’s presence here with Dani made no sense at all.

  “Commander,” Devora’s soft voice broke his concentration. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about, but if you liked this slave girl, I’m sure I could pretend to be her for you.” She smiled at him with seductive intent, eyes all but feasting on his face. She looked hungry.

  Continuing to stare at her, Seth tried to decide whether he was imagining her resemblance to the slave girl. They both had the same build, with freckly skin and dark hair, but upon a closer examination, Devora did seem somewhat more lush in appearance. Her lips were full and moist, and even as he watched, her small, white teeth caught her lower lip winsomely. Unlike his little slave, this woman seemed self-confident and aware of her own charms. Their facial features were also similar, but with a start, Seth realized he didn’t actually have a particularly clear image of the slave’s face. He hadn’t spent much time face to face with the girl…

  “Commander, I can assure you that Devora is an experienced and professional pleasure-worker, although she isn’t Guild-registered,” Dani said, smiling at him serenely. “You’ve already seen her resume and references. Perhaps I should leave you for a private interview, then we can discuss a contract?”

  Devora blew a small kiss toward Seth, then lifted her hands to cup her breasts lightly, playing with the nipples. They hardened immediately, and his cock twitched in response. Damn, he thought, his pants were too tight.

  Seth hadn’t seriously thought Dani’s cousin would interest him enough to contract with her, but his body didn’t seem to agree. This little vixen might be just what he needed to make his information-gathering mission through the asteroid fields tolerable.