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Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 01

By: Funkydrummer



Desirée Tanner blinked in the June sunshine, not sure whether to curse or cry. The door to Cletus' Crab Shack slammed behind her with the awful ring of finality. Her left hand held her long ivory coat around her while her sandy blonde hair from flying in every direction. 

Three sheets of powder-blue paper slipped from the file folder gripped in her right hand; Desirée tried to grab for her resumes but gave up when they flew into the 4:30 traffic jam snarling the six-lane road.

She could handle the obnoxious interviews, she thought, trying not to cry. She could handle the patronizing interviewers or the sexist pigs. Okay, that sleazebag at the nearby McDonald's, who intimated that she could get a job there if she put out, made her want to throw up. But she could still walk away, head held high as the parting words: "You'll be back, honey!" rang in her ears.

No, it was the apologetic way that Bob Frakes, the assistant manager at Cletus' Crab Shack, looked at her and said, "Sorry, Dee. If I had any space on my roster, you'd be in there, believe me. But all my other employees are begging for all the shifts they can get right now and I just don't have the room." 

She'd worked at Cletus' for the past two summers, washing dishes and busing tables. She'd made friends with everyone on staff, and both Cletus and Bob had told her she could come back to work there any time she wished. Now even that door was closed to her. 

It was merely one of many. Back in February, her parents had died in a car crash, T-boned by a drunk driver. Then she discovered her college fund had disappeared because her dad had invested all the money in a ponzi scheme that had gone belly-up. She'd sold the house and rented an east side apartment to cut down on costs, but even that was turning into a nightmare. She knew she had until the end of September before all her money was gone.

I'm 18 years old, my parents are dead, my college fund disappeared, and I can't get a fucking job, she thought bitterly, walking down the street from the Cajun restaurant. 

She had two more resumes still in hand, and bus fare to get her home. She looked down at her meager accomplishments listed in her one-sheet resume: class valedictorian, captain of the swim team, editor of the school yearbook: all very impressive within the confines of Michael Ness High, but out in the real world . . . not so much. 

She left her last pair of precious resumes with a camera store and the Human Resources department in one of the hotels. In both places, she received nothing more than a grunt. She hopped the bus back to her apartment, feeling more useless than ever.

"Hello!" Desirée called out when she stepped into the cheap 2-bedroom apartment she shared with her rapidly-becoming ex friend Carol. She kicked off her pumps, hanging her trench coat by the door. Standing in her stockinged feet, she was around 5'9"and four years on the swim team had left her with a trim body that was curved in all the right places. However, it had done nothing about her most hated feature: the soft, rounded cheeks that were the last vestiges of her baby fat. She hated them, remembering how her Great Aunt Gladys used to pinch them when she was a child. Great Aunt Gladys was long gone, but the painful memory still lingered. 

Only echoes answered Desirée's call; Carol wasn't home.

She found a note pinned to the corkboard above the phone. "Gone out with Hank and Doug. Back later." it read. She crumpled the note, hurling it in the garbage. Ever since she broke up with her first boyfriend Doug Masters, Desirée had found herself excluded from Carol's plans. It was painfully clear that, despite Desirée having found Doug in the bathroom with a Grade 9 during the prom, that Carol preferred Doug's company to hers, mainly because he had a car, plus fake ID and plenty of weed. Desirée sighed, rolling her violet eyes; yet another night of watching TV and looking through the want ads.

She peered in the shared bathroom, wincing as she did. Carol had apparently been so busy getting ready for the night's activities that she had left it a complete pigsty, with curlers, tissue and make-up strewn everywhere. Hell, she hadn't even bothered to flush the toilet. This was but one of many reasons why Carol was quickly moving down the scale from BFF to "When can I get this bitch out of my life?"

Holding her nose, Desirée reached out and pushed down the lever, sending the bowl's fragrant contents down the drain. She then picked up the cordless phone and checked her voice mail. 

There was a new message. Hardly daring to hope, she pushed '1' to hear it.

"Greetings, Ms. Tanner." It was a smoky, female voice that sent the roots of Desirée's hair to tingling. She spoke perfect English but with an exotic accent that Desirée couldn't quite place. "We would like to schedule an interview for 1 pm tomorrow, if that is at all possible." 

Desirée copied the phone number and address, and immediately dialed the number. Considering it was already 5:45, she wasn't surprised when she got a voice message. She left her name and number so that they'd know she was interested and, when she had hung up, she padded over to the fridge to see what she could make for dinner.

"Aw shit." Carol had forgotten her promise to buy groceries again.

* * *

The next day found Desirée staring up at a featureless gray building in a lower-rent district. This time, she had gone with a blue blazer with her knee-length black skirt, wanting to make a good impression with her (hopefully) future employer.

The office building did not look good; the last time she had gone to an interview in a locale like this, it had been for a door-to-door pyramid scheme. Desirée was desperate for work, but not that desperate. It didn't help that there was no company logo anywhere on this gray concrete block. Still, nothing ventured, nothing gained. She pressed the button for the com-link.

"Hello?" she said after a few seconds. "Is anybody there?"

"Greetings, male, female, or neuter," what sounded like a synthesized voice responded. "Please state your business."

"Um, my name is Desirée, Desirée Tanner," she said, nonplussed by the strange response. "I'm here for the job interview?"

There were several clicks, then a female voice spoke. It was the same woman who had left the message on her voice mail last night. "I do apologize, Ms. Tanner. Yes, please come in, we're expecting you." The door buzzed open.

Inside, the building was decently decorated and well maintained, belying the sketchy outside appearance. The carpet was new and soft muzak played in the background from hidden speakers.

A side door opened. Desirée tried not to let her jaw drop. Although the woman walking out to greet her was slightly above five feet tall, she carried herself with complete confidence, and no little sexuality. Desirée considered herself graceful, but this woman made her feel like an overgrown gawk. 

She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but her dark eyes had the look of someone who had lived a lot, and enjoyed almost all of it. She wore a gray, conservatively cut business suit, and her curly brown hair was in a modest bun. "Greetings, Ms. Tanner," she said, putting out her hand, and peering at Desirée over the top of her horn-rimmed glasses. "My name is Veronica Franco."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Franco," Desirée replied, resisting the urge to clear her throat. Just taking her hand gave the slender teen an immediate rush of blood to her face. 

"Please." The half-smile on the older woman's face said she knew exactly the effect she was having on the teen, and enjoyed it. "Call me Veronica."

"All right then." Desirée hoped that the older woman hadn't noticed that her palms were sweating. "A pleasure to meet you, Veronica."

As Veronica withdrew her fingers, Desirée felt a sharp pain in her hand. "Ow!" she cried, before she could help herself.

"Oh, I do apologize!" Veronica said. "I must have a hangnail. Are you all right?"

"It's all right," the teen said automatically. There was the tiniest bead of blood on the ball of her thumb, easily brushed away.

"I am so sorry about that," Veronica said again. "Are you certain nothing is wrong?" She took Desirée's hand, examining it closely. 

"I-it's nothing," Desirée stammered. The sensation of Veronica's hand cupping hers was making her feel hot. "Really."

"All right then." Veronica closed the door to her office. "If you don't mind, I'd like to conduct our interview in another room. If you'll follow me?"

"Sure." Desirée tried not to look at Veronica's rounded ass as she followed the older woman down the hall. A part of her was shocked; she had never been attracted to women before.

"In here, if you please." Veronica opened another door, in the middle of the building. This room was bare, except for a desk and two chairs.

"Please, sit." She waved to the closer of the two chairs, circling around the desk. Her red-lacquered nails trailed across the desktop. Desirée sat down in the hard-backed white chair, placing her bag across her lap.

"So . . . ummm," She wasn't sure how to begin. "How did you get my resume?"

"We received it through the temp agency you contacted." Veronica sat behind the desk, steepling her fingers. "Is that a problem?"

"N-no." The room seemed strangely warm, or maybe it was just nerves. "What . . . do you do . . . exactly?"

The older woman smiled. "We're actually a recruiting firm. We look for young people, much like yourself, who can teach English as a second language in Japan and Korea. Your resume said that you had tutored several people in English while in high school. Is that correct?"

"Yes," Desirée said. "And I know a little Japanese, as well as French and German. I've always been good at languages."

"That's great," Veronica smiled, showing even, white teeth. "As for ourselves, we've been in business for over 20 years now and we work with only the best schools in Asia. You can find all the information you need to know about us through the Net or through the Better Business Bureau. An attractive young lady such as yourself can't be too careful, you know."

"Of course," Desirée nodded, crossing her legs. "So--"

Something buzzed. Veronica grimaced, pulling her Blackberry from her pocket. "Can you hold that thought?" She stood up. "I really should take this call."

"Certainly." But Veronica was already out the door. 

Desirée sat alone in the interview room, wishing she had brought a book. The minutes ticked by. Her left leg started jiggling from sheer nerves, and the room seemed to be getting warmer. Or maybe it was just her. She felt restless; she started chewing on a fingernail, made herself stop. 

She brushed her hair back from her neck, shivered despite herself. It was like the nerve endings in her skin were raw and open, craving sensation. She brushed her fingers along her skin again and again, enjoying the touch, even if it was her own hands on her body. She stopped when she noticed she was breathing heavily. She sat on her hands. Her left leg started jiggling again.

A burst of nervous energy vaulted her to her feet. She prowled about the room, trying to find something of interest. It was completely clean and white, not even an interesting stain on the walls or ceiling. She opened the desk drawers, after listening at the door. The drawers were empty. She slammed them shut, leaning against the desk, her hips pressing against the lip.

She felt sweat beading her upper lip and forehead. She quickly brushed it away; now was not the time for her nerves to be getting the better of her! She quickly returned to her chair and sat down. She was feeling heat pooling in her hips, the thickening of her labial folds, a hunger in her pussy, crying out to be filled.

"Get a grip!" she told herself firmly. It was reaction to the tension, nothing more. There was no earthly reason why she should suddenly find herself getting aroused. But she could feel the inevitable signs: she was beginning to pant, her fingers were shaking, and her breasts felt swollen, constricted by her bra.

She quickly crossed her legs again, her hands clasping the side of the chair to hold herself still. Her pussy was lubricating furiously, drooling into her panties. She could smell the thick scent of her arousal, feeling the yearning emptiness in her pussy, her skin craving a lover's touch.

"This can't be happening," she moaned. Her mind pulsed with lurid images. Although Desirée considered herself to have a healthy interest in sex, her prior experiences with Doug had been somewhat . . . lacking. But that had no effect on the fantasies rolling through her brain: she could imagine eager, knowledgeable fingers pinching and caressing her quivering body, stroking her in those places she craved.

She squeezed her thighs together, trying to trap the flowing moisture inside her pussy. It was no use: she could feel it leaking out. Even worse, her clit and pussy lips were being pressed between the hard muscles of her thighs, making her shudder and shake.

"Okay, just one," she gasped. "One little one." She started flexing her inner thigh muscles, sending waves of pleasure through her hips. She gripped the side of the chair, her knuckles white from the strain. Her eyelids fluttered closed, sweat pooled under her collar and between her breasts. She bit her lip, trying to be quiet.

Her body tensed, reaching its climax. She let out a long rush of breath, her orgasm rippling through every inch of her. But it wasn't enough; the feeling returned along with another rush of fluid from her vagina. Desperate, trying to control the hard need possessing her, she reached into her purse and pulled out the packet of Kleenex. She quickly slid off her sopping panties, using the tissues to wipe both herself, and the underwear, clean. 

Her hips involuntarily bucking, she wrapped her panties around a wad of tissue, trying to at least get them dry. The closed-in room reeked of her arousal; she wiped at herself, desperately trying to get her lubricating pussy under control.

Her finger brushed her clit. She groaned with the sensation. What was wrong with her? She tried wiping herself with the now-soaked tissue, but her fingertips kept finding that little nub, touching it, rubbing it.

Desirée was no longer pretending to wipe down her dripping pussy. Her second, third, fourth and fifth orgasms followed in quick succession, each one more intense than the last. She was no longer trying to keep her voice down; her cries echoed off the walls. Her sandy blonde hair was sweat-soaked, stuck to her face and neck. She could no longer control herself; her hips bucked against her fingers as they plunged deep inside her, rubbing her slick inner walls, bringing her back onto that steep roller-coaster climb. Images of pleasure pounded her mind, in time to the rush of her blood. Her mouth was permanently open, gasping for air.

Her sixth orgasm slammed through her, just about knocking her off her chair. But it wasn't enough; her body wanted more. Her clit felt super-sensitive, the slightest touch sending shock waves through her system. She knew she was going to regret it --she was already incredibly sore -- but the need remained. Once again, her body went into that slow climb, traversing the terraces of desire, her fingers sliding in and out of her abused pussy, her thumb brushing her clit in time with each thrust. Her hips kept up that reflex motion, driving her fingers ever deeper inside of her. She bit her lower lip hard, trying not to scream, wondering if she was going to taste blood. She pleasured herself frantically, each wave of pleasure ratcheting the tension ever higher, wondering if she was going to pass out before she reached her goal. 

Finally, her muscles tensed for that final climb, she sobbed with relief as her own body overloaded on pleasure, slipping into inevitability. She slumped forward, waves of ecstasy flowing through her, her head resting on the desk. Finally, the hard need slid away; her tense muscles relaxed, the endorphins rushing through every nerve.

* **

Desirée woke, her head still lying on the desk. It took her a moment to remember where she was. She looked at her watch: over three-quarters of an hour had passed. 

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." She grabbed her things, trying to put herself back together. The room stank with her scent, her hair was a wreck and her clothes felt like they were glued to her body. Dried sweat caked her face. 

The doorknob turned. Desirée scrambled back into her chair, ignoring the wet skirt under her ass. She grabbed the wad of tissue and panties and shoved them into her purse, hoping whoever was behind the door wouldn't notice anything amiss.

"Oh, I am so sorry." Veronica Franco walked into the room. "I had to deal with unexpected difficulties and forgot that you were still here."

"That's no problem." Desirée tried to smile. Thankfully, the woman seemed oblivious to her bedraggled condition and the smell of sex in the air. "Is everything all right?"

She grimaced. "Unfortunately not. Would you mind if we rescheduled this interview for tomorrow? I'm so sorry, but I still need to put out some brushfires."

"Sure." Desirée stood up. Her long legs barely supported her weight. "What time?"

"Same time, same place?" Veronica smiled. "Here's my card, just in case. The website for our company is also on there. Don't hesitate to check us out online, and to check us out with the Labour Board, the Better Business Bureau and the university. We are accredited with all three organizations."

"Thank you. I will." The teen placed the buff-coloured card in her purse, hoping she wasn't breathing too hard. "Um . . . could I use your washroom before I go?"

"Why certainly. Right this way."

* * *

Veronica Franco narrowed her eyes as she watched the young girl close the front door behind her and carefully walk down the front steps. Even from a distance, Desirée looked bedraggled and shell-shocked, a far cry from the poised young woman who had walked into the office building earlier. Even this far away from the interview room, Veronica could still smell the musky scent of the teen's arousal. She smiled. Desirée: an appropriate name for a very desirable young lady. 

Veronica pressed a button on the side of her Blackberry. "We have a potential candidate," she spoke into the device. "She passed the first interview with flying colours. Be ready for a possible pickup."

Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 02



Desirée smoothed her skirt prior to pressing the com button. She was once again in front of the small office building where she had the aborted interview the previous day. She used the glass of the front door as an improvised mirror, making sure her makeup was all right and the wind hadn't turned her sandy blonde hair into a complete mess.

This time, she was a lot more confident about the company she was interviewing for. She had researched the agency both online and by calling various agencies and everything she had seen and heard told her both Veronica Franco and this firm were both legitimate.

Despite the fact that she knew she was nothing wrong with the company, butterflies still mated in her stomach. She still didn't understand why she had that sudden attack of nerves during the interview that caused her to masturbate furiously. She had quickly rejected the notion that Veronica had somehow given her something; Desirée didn't know much but she knew that aphrodisiacs were a myth. There was no drug on the market that would provoke that kind of reaction.

However it happened, Desirée was glad that her prospective boss hadn't noticed a thing, even though several people had stared at her strangely while she was taking the bus home. Nothing could have killed her chances of getting a job more than being caught masturbating during the interview!

Even more strange was that she still felt the remnants of arousal, only waiting for another attack of nerves to turn into full-on desire. "Keep it together, girl," she told herself while giving herself one last once-over. "Don't mess this up."

She checked her watch; right on schedule. She pressed the com button.

"Hello, Desirée," Veronica said, even though the teen saw no evidence of any cameras in front of the building. "Please come in."

The front door buzzed. Desirée opened it, walking inside. Veronica was waiting for her by the stairs, a welcoming smile on her face.

"It's good to see you again," the older woman said. "Did you check us out like I suggested?"

Desirée coloured. Her pale skin blushed easily. "Yes, I did," she admitted. 

"Good," Veronica replied, leading her down the hall towards her office. "A young woman should be extremely careful about prospective employers, especially overseas firms. There are a lot of people who might take advantage of an attractive young lady like yourself."

She opened the door, waving the teen through. "By the way, I had some enlightening conversations with your high school teachers, and your former employers at Cletus' Crab Shack. They all think very highly of you."

"Thank you," Desirée said. The corner office was more comfortably furnished than the room where they had yesterday's interview. A large wooden desk dominated the corner, and sunlight shone through the large windows. 

"No, thank you." Veronica sat down in the leather chair behind the desk, while the younger woman took one of the overstuffed chairs in front. Desirée placed her purse beside her left leg. She sat straight in her chair, the very model of the eager, competent young would-be employee.

"After reviewing your references, and from what I gleaned from our chat yesterday," Veronica said, "I feel that you are definitely someone we would like working for our firm."

"T-thank you," Desirée said, trying to control the sudden rush of excitement. "That's great."

Veronica crinkled her eyes. "I'm glad you think so. However, instead of teaching English to Japanese students, we have another position in mind for you."

"What's that?"

"Well," The older woman trailed a red-painted fingernail across the solid wood desktop. If Desirée didn't know better, she would have thought it was a nervous gesture. "This firm is actually a subsidiary office for a guild. I would like to offer you the chance to prove your acceptability in joining this guild."

Desirée frowned. "A guild? Like a union?"

"Yes. A union: a very old, well-established union." She pressed a button; the Venetian blinds on the windows turned, blocking the view of the outdoors.

"What is it?"

"The Guild of Courtesans."

Desirée blinked in shock. She half rose out of her chair. "What, like prostitutes?"

"No, not at all like prostitutes and I will thank you not to use that term in relation to what we do." Veronica's voice hardened. "We are educated, respectable professionals who provide a service to a distinguished, discerning clientele. A Guild Courtesan is a respected member of society: many artists, writers and diplomats in the Confederation began their careers as Guild Courtesans."

"I don't understand." Panic edged Desirée's voice. She was still half out of her seat. "What and where is this Guild? And what's the Confederation?"

"The Intergalactic Confederation." A voice spoke behind Desirée. The teen found herself staring at something that resembled a cross between a human and a toad. It had green skin and three eyes, blinking at her from behind wire-rim spectacles.

Desirée leaped out of her chair, holding her purse protectively in front of her chest. The frog-like creature made no movement towards her, other than holding out its 3-fingered hand. 

"Desirée Tanner, meet Professor Ssurhuk-T'at," Veronica said dryly. "He's one of the senior teachers at the Guild School."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Tanner," the frog-like creature said, still holding out its right hand. It was wearing cotton pants and an argyle sweater. "By the way, an open hand possesses the same connotations in the Confederation as it does on your planet. You are perfectly safe with me, child."

Desirée gulped. She slowly extended her right hand. Ssurhuk-T'at's fingers were warm and damp against hers, clasping her hand in a firm grip. 

"There, that wasn't so painful, was it?" the alien said, grinning its wide mouth at her. Desirée surprised herself by smiling back.

"I-it's a great pleasure to meet you, too. Professor," she added as an afterthought. "What are you?" she said, before she could help herself.

One side of Ssurhuk-T'at's wide mouth curled up in a smile. "I will be one of your teachers, should you be found worthy of being allowed to attend the Guild School. Based on your test results from yesterday, you appear to have some potential."

"Test results? Yesterday?" She snapped a stunned look at Veronica.

The small, slender woman had the grace to colour slightly. "I injected you with a dose of serum yesterday and monitored your subsequent reactions. You not only did not react adversely to the drug, but displayed an impressive control over your physical reactions, not to mention the capacity to achieve multiple climaxes within a short period of time."

"But . . . why?" Despite her shock, Desirée found herself intrigued. Or maybe just numb: too many things were coming at her too fast.

"Isn't it obvious, Young One?" Ssurhuk-T'at was sitting comfortably in the other chair, his long legs crossed at the knee. His webbed feet were bare. "Guild members may be respected members of Confederation society, but we are still courtesans. We provide a wide range of pleasurable services to a widely varied clientele. A greater-than-average capacity for giving and receiving sexual pleasure is a sizable asset in our profession."

"Yes, the professor is also one of my top courtesans," Veronica answered Desirée's unspoken question. "And should you ever have the pleasure of his hands on your body, you will soon discover why. 

"But that is beside the point. Your school records confirm that you received the highest grades in your class, your teachers and former employers confirm that you are a hard worker, and you have other specific talents that we in the Guild need. We are offering you the opportunity of a lifetime."

"Several lifetimes, in fact," Ssurhuk-T'at added.

"We'll get to that later," Veronica said. "You clearly need a job, Ms. Tanner. We're offering you a career."

"W-what's this Confederation, and why haven't I heard of it before?" Desirée asked, trying not to dwell on the implications of what they were offering her.

"The Confederation is an allied group of numerous races and planets that have been closely allied for many thousands of your years," Ssurhuk-T'at said. "The reason why you haven't heard of it is because your planet is still too fractious to be even considered for membership. At this point, we're allowing you humans the opportunity to deal with your internal disputes and develop some form of effective world government before making our existence common knowledge."

"All communication with Earth has been interdicted by the Confederation," Veronica added. "The Central Government feels it's safer that way."

"However, several races in the Confederation have strictly defined time periods when they must copulate," Ssurhuk-T'at said. "Due to the vagaries of intergalactic space travel, many members of these races aren't able to make contact with potential mates when they go into heat. In some races, females only go into heat at specific periods while the males of the species continuously need to mate." He grinned infectiously. "That can prove to be highly distressing from their point of view." 

This time, Desirée couldn't help smiling back.

"Human females, on the other hand, can mate virtually at any time, which makes them very useful to the Guild," the froglike alien continued. "Therefore we've recently been allowed to discreetly recruit eligible females to apply for the Guild Academy. Signora Franco here was the first human to enter, and graduate from, the Academy, and she's done very well for herself since then."

"I'm originally from Venezia, in Italy," the older woman chimed in. Desirée nodded in spite of herself; it explained the exotic accent. "The Guild recruited me many years ago, and I've worked my way up the ranks to become Supervisor at the Local 1 facility at Galos IV, and headmistress at the Academy. Should you display similar ambition and drive, it's entirely possible that you can achieve what I have, if not more."

"B-but what does being a courtesan entail?"

"Other than the obvious?" Veronica grinned like a cat that had gotten the keys to the cream factory. "A well-paid, stable, respected, recession-proof career that offers some of the best benefits in the Confederation. Guild courtesans receive total medical benefits, without any exceptions, and an excellent retirement plan. Guild courtesans are much like lawyers here on Earth: even if they decide not to pursue a career in the field, the knowledge they've accumulated makes them eligible for many other pursuits."

"Signora Franco could have retired a long time ago from the income she's received as a courtesan and administrator," Ssurhuk-T'at added.

"What can I say?" she shrugged. "I enjoy my work. But, much like law school, the education process is not easy. There is much more about being a courtesan than simply physical gratification: should you enter the Academy, we will train you extensively for your new career, and we will work you hard. But, unlike many schools, the work you do will often be enjoyable."

"So, if I happen to turn down this offer," Desirée said slowly, "what happens then?"

Veronica shrugged. "That is easy. We simply erase your memories using this device," she placed what looked like a Taser on steroids on her desk." Don't worry: it's completely painless and has no lasting side effects. Then one of our associates will offer you a job teaching English to Japanese high school students for 3 years. It's a reasonable job for someone like yourself: the pay is not exceptional but it is fair, and you will have your employment, and a reputable name to add to your resume."

"And you will live the rest of your days oblivious to the existence of the Confederation or of any life-forms outside of your solar system," Ssurhuk-T'at said. 

"We do not expect an immediate answer," the older woman added. "This is a life-altering decision for you, and one that should not be rushed into heedlessly. Take your time, consider your choices; whatever your decision, all you have to do is call my telephone number and schedule an appointment. All we ask is --"

Desirée held up a hand. "Don't tell anyone else about who you really are?"

Veronica dimpled. "Very good. Too many awkward questions would be raised if the truth came out. So please, if you could keep this a secret, it would be most appreciated."

"I understand. If I talk to anyone about it, I'll just tell them I'm thinking of teaching English abroad."

"Very smart," Veronica said approvingly. "I should be most disappointed if you don't choose to join us."

"But either way, there are no hard feelings," Ssurhuk-T'at added. "Make the decision that's right for you."

* * *

It was five o'clock by the time Desirée's pumps landed on the walkway towards her apartment building. Part of her felt like she was still in shock. Aliens actually on Earth? An intergalactic guild for pros -- courtesans, she quickly amended. A confederation of planets out beyond the stars? She looked up, not for the first time. The sun was low, and the moon and one or two stars were visible in the darkening sky.

Although the notion of getting paid to have sex with alien creatures freaked her out, the idea also intrigued her in some way. Veronica certainly seemed to enjoy it and, if the aliens were anything like Ssurhuk-T'at, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. She remembered Veronica's comment about the froglike creature being very good with his hands.

"Sex with a frog," she whispered under her breath, opening the front door of her building. "If I kiss him, does he turn into a prince?" She giggled at the idea.

Going out beyond the stars, exploring strange new worlds, experiencing new technology, conversations with alien beings . . . all of a sudden her world seemed so very small, compared to what might be out there. 

She froze, just outside the door to her 2-bedroom apartment. She heard strange noises from within, like people were in pain. Or not in pain. 

Trying to be as quiet as she could, she unlocked the door and slipped inside. The apartment stank of spilled beer and the noises were louder now. Desirée's full lips framed a curse when she realized what was happening: Carol and Hank were busy in her bedroom.

"Oh fuck yeah, suck it, bitch!" Desirée's head snapped up in surprise; she knew that voice well, and it wasn't Hank's. Slipping off her shoes, she tiptoed towards Carol's bedroom.

The door was three-quarters closed: Desirée peeked through the gap between the door and jamb. Doug and Hank were tag-teaming Carol on the bed. She was on her hands and knees, sucking on Doug's 4-inch cock while Hank was ramming her from behind. Hank looked too high on her hips to be fucking Carol doggy-style; he looked like he was bearing down on her from above.

Desirée frowned for several seconds, then her face turned pale when she realized what Hank was doing to her roommate. He was not being gentle.

"You like that? You like that, slut?" Doug had his hands wrapped in Carol's curly brown hair, yanking on it hard, keeping her lips wrapped around his dick. Tears ran down Carol's cheeks as she tried to keep in rhythm with the two men brutally plowing her. Doug and Hank's rhythm was getting more ragged as they approached their climax, making it even harder for Carol. She was not having a good time.

Desirée stepped back silently, slipping into her bedroom and closed the door so it would muffle the noises. She stood against the door, lost in indecision. Should she call the police? What would she say? It would be Doug and Hank's word against hers, who would the cops believe? Maybe Carol had actually agreed to it.

She heard the two men's twin groans as they climaxed. Soon after, Desirée heard the sound of clothes being put back on, shoes stamped on feet. She slipped away from the door so her shadow wouldn't be seen, and knelt by her closet. Her fingers gripped her clock radio. It wasn't much of a weapon but it would have to do.

"Was it good for you, too?" Hank laughed coarsely. Their footsteps smacked the linoleum leading to the front door.

"Meh." Doug replied. "I've had better." The two of them laughed as the front door slammed behind them. 

Desirée shook with rage. How dare they? Even though she was rapidly getting tired of her roommate, Carol was technically a friend, and they had no right to treat her like that after everything she had done for them. 

"I can't believe I ever let Doug be my first, " she fumed. "What an asshole."

She heard noises from the bedroom, the sound of someone walking stiffly towards the bathroom. Desirée waited for thirty seconds, wondering what to do. She felt useless, helpless in this situation. Should she go to Carol, see if she needed any help or just pretend nothing had happened?

She heard Carol loudly retching into the toilet. Making her decision, Desirée slipped out of her bedroom. She tiptoed towards the front door, slipping her shoes back on as she went. She went through the front door, silently closing and locking it behind her. She then made a production of jingling her keys, noisily unlocking the front door so it would seem like she had just come home.

Carol was stumbling out of the bathroom when Desirée walked back through the door. 

"Hi, Carlo. How's it going?" The sandy blonde slipped off her black pumps and hung up her coat. 

Carol was a mess. Her curly brown hair hung in all directions, her lower lip was trembling, her eyes were red-rimmed from crying and her makeup had run down her cheeks. She used the sleeve of her pink dressing gown to wipe her eyes, smudging the makeup even more.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Desirée let her violet eyes go wide with surprise. "Are you all right?"

Carol's lips twisted. Her eyes were dark with bitterness and resentment. "Go to Hell." It came out somewhere between a sob and a snarl. "Go to Hell, you stupid, stuck-up, prissy bitch." She turned towards her bedroom, getting ready to slam the door behind her.

"Actually, I'm going to Japan instead," Desirée replied even before she realized it.

"Huh?" Carol's brown eyes blazed hatred for spoiling her dramatic moment, but the news caught her off-guard.

"You heard me." Her voice was steady. "I got a job offer to go teach English in Japan. I'll have to take a couple of weeks to set up the work visas and everything; I'll even put an ad in the paper to help you find someone to sublet the place. Or maybe you could ask Hank to move in with you."

She studiously ignored the furious look on Carol's face at that last comment. It was a cheap shot but she couldn't resist: Carol had been an inconsiderate bitch of a roommate and Desirée was glad to get rid of her.

"Just thought I'd let you know," she concluded. "I'm about to make some dinner now. Do you want some?"

"I'm not hungry." Carol finally got her dramatic door-slamming exit; too bad she sounded like a sulky child while doing it. Desirée stood in the front hall, trying to control her breathing. She rubbed her eyes with both hands, stunned at the speed and enormity of her decision. Well, too late to back out now.

She reached for the cordless phone by the couch, her other hand pulling out a buff-coloured card from her purse. She had a call to make.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 03



"Are you ready?" Veronica smiled over her desk at Desirée.

"I guess so," the teen answered slowly, rotating her wrist to relieve her writer's cramp. The two women were sitting together in Veronica's office, looking out over the darkened street. The clock radio on the side table blinked 10:45. 

"It's all right if you are nervous." Veronica turned off her computer and put away her stylus. "This is an important night for you, the start of the biggest adventure of your life."

The computer looked like a recent-issue Apple laptop, but could do things that would make Steve Jobs whimper if he ever touched it. Desirée had spent the last hour and a half filling out various forms that confirmed her acceptance into the Guild Academy and applied for her work visa in the Confederation. Whatever fears Desirée had about this all being some colossal practical joke were dispelled when she saw the mountain of forms she had to fill out. Nobody could set up a practical joke this elaborate.

"And I see you took my advice about dressing casually," the older woman said. Desirée was wearing a beige cotton top that accentuated her sandy blonde hair, now tied into a ponytail. She wore a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans and hiking shoes. Her suitcase, filled with everything she wanted to take with her in her new life, sat by her feet.

"You said to bring only the bare necessities," the teen replied.

"That is correct," Veronica said. Her voice had grown sharper now, the voice of a headmistress speaking to a pupil. "You won't be needing your clothes once we arrive on Galos IV. Once you are in the Academy, you will wear the uniform at all times, except on days off. And you won't be getting many of those, I will tell you right now."

"Yes, Headmistress." Desirée mentally caught the change in their status. 

"Ma'am is fine," Veronica replied, brushing back her curly brown hair. "Signora will do as well. I also believe you will find the clothes you'll receive on Galos IV will be far more comfortable than what you are wearing now. But you will often be wearing the Guild uniform, even on your days off. You belong to the Guild now, and you represent a significant investment, both on your part and on ours."

"Yes, Ma'am," Desirée replied absently, thinking of what she had let herself in for. Her room and board were paid for during her schooling, and she would receive a small salary during her time in the Academy, but the tuition fees were absolutely insane. She had no idea how she was going to be able to pay it all back.

"Worried about your tuition fees?" Veronica asked, breaking into her thoughts. "It wasn't hard to guess," the older woman added, smiling at the teen's startled look. "That was my biggest worry when I entered the Academy as well. Yes, it's a fearsome debt, but most courtesans pay it off within 5 years; 3 years if they're exceptional."

"But, if I'm in the Academy for 3 years, that will mean I'm 25 when I'm out of debt," Desirée protested. "Won't those be my peak earning years?"

"Not necessarily," the older woman replied. "Besides, your peak years may be longer than you -- oh, there's Ssurhuk-T'at with the car. We should be going." And with that statement, Veronica was out the door. Desirée grabbed her suitcase and purse and scrambled to follow her.

The low, black limousine was parked by the curb, the right rear door open; Desirée was just in time to see Veronica's perky rear end as she entered the Cadillac. Despite the sober cut of her business suit, it bunched up enough to show that Veronica was only wearing a thong underneath her gray pants.

"I am not attracted to other women, I am not attracted to other women," Desirée mumbled to herself, following her new headmistress into the car. All the windows were one-way glass; not surprising since Ssurhuk-T'at was driving the car.

Once the limo was in motion, Veronica pulled a bottle of white wine from the mini-bar. "Shall we?" she said, passing Desirée the bottle and opener. The teen busied herself by opening the bottle while the older woman pulled out some glasses.

"To your new career," Veronica said, clinking their glasses together once they'd been filled. Desirée took a tentative sip; the wine was very good.

"Um . . . mind if I ask you something, Ma'am?" the teen asked tentatively.

"Of course," Veronica smiled. "You are expected to ask questions; that is how you learn."

"Um . . ." The teen eyed the lowered partition between the two women and the froglike alien who soberly drove the limousine.

"Ah," Veronica said. She turned towards the front of the car. "We're going to have a private conversation if you don't mind, Ssurhuk-T'at, if that's all right with you."

"Be my guest," the three-eyed alien replied as, with an electronic whine, the partition smoothly slid up its tracks.

"You can speak freely now, Child," Veronica said. "What's on your mind?"

"Um . . . how do you . . . you know . . . with aliens?"

"Have sex with other races?" Veronica raised a well-manicured eyebrow. "Extremely well."

Desirée gaped at her.

"Pardon my little joke," the older woman said. "It certainly takes skill, and no little amount of imagination. Luckily for us, relations between species are rarely toxic to either party and, when they are, we've found ways and means to get around it. It's rarely painful and quite often a lot of fun." She gave that mysterious, satisfied smile again.

"That's all going to be covered when you get to the Academy, along with many other subjects. You'll find that sex represents slightly less than half of what we do; a lot more is about helping your guest relax and feel comfortable in your presence. You're there to be hospitable, friendly, offer a sympathetic ear and a quick wit. Once you have those skills down, the rest is easy."

"So how many humans do you bring to the Guild?" the teen asked.

"I was the first," Veronica replied. "After I graduated, it took many years for the Central Bureaucracy to allow us to recruit potential courtesans, and we're still under severe restrictions. The women we approach are generally like yourself: young women with few relatives who will miss them. But even if we have one girl who graduates, that still justifies the effort and expense of this entire trip.

"There are three of you coming with us," she continued. "Ssurhuk-T'at brought Kalyani to the ship before coming to get us. She's about your age: she was a child bride and her husband accused her of infidelity. Completely baseless of course, but the court ruled in his favour. We arranged a jailbreak before she was due to be executed, and we left enough clues that the authorities still believe she's on the run."

Veronica leaned forward. "Kalyani is still very fragile right now so any way you can help her acclimatize to her new life would be very much appreciated."

"Sure," Desirée said, nodding quickly, her violet eyes bright. She could only imagine what horrors the girl had gone through before the Guild found her. "And who's the third?"

"Bridget is a British girl who ran out of money while backpacking across Asia. She came to one of our offices looking for a job and we decided she was eligible to apply for the Academy. But just being accepted is no guarantee that you will graduate, you know."

"Of course," the teen replied. She sipped her wine, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

* * *

The limousine stopped in a field well outside of town. Veronica stepped out, closely followed by Desirée. Veronica pulled out what looked like a Blackberry and pressed a combination of buttons. She studied the readout for several seconds, then rapped on the driver's side window.

Ssurhuk-T'at poked his head out. "Is it safe?"

"Yes," Veronica answered. "Other than the two of us, there are no other human life form readings in the area."

"Excellent." The froglike alien stepped out of the car, this time wearing a chauffeur's uniform and cap. He grinned at Desirée's stare. "Have to blend in somehow."

The teen couldn't help smiling at the idea that putting a black suit on a three-eyed bipedal frog would make him look human. He waggled his eyebrow ridges at her suggestively then went to the trunk of the car.

"Shall we go?" Veronica asked.

"Where?" Then the answer to Desirée's question appeared in front of her.

The dull gray space ship just about covered the entire field. It was essentially a pair of wings with a bulge in the middle, presumably where the pilot sat. Twin thrusters hung off each wing and, responding to another signal from Veronica's hand-held device, a door appeared on the side. A ladder noiselessly slid to the ground.

"We don't have much time. Let's move." Ssurhuk-T'at jogged towards the field, carrying several large suitcases under his arms. He loped towards the ladder and, without breaking stride, tossed the bags up into the ship.

"He's a lot stronger than he looks," Veronica told Desirée. She had no breath to answer; she was too busy carrying her suitcase and keeping up with the jogging woman.

"I'll take that." Ssurhuk-T'at took her suitcase from her, and motioned her to climb the ladder. Veronica was already halfway up.

"But what about the car?"

"I've arranged for someone will pick it up in the morning," he said impatiently. "Our launch window will close soon if we don't hurry."

Desirée was grateful she'd decided to wear jeans and hiking shoes as she clambered up the ladder. Just as she reached the top, she just about fell over when her suitcase, flying through the air with the greatest of ease, slammed into her. Ssurhuk-T'at followed soon after, not even winded by his exertions.

"If you'll excuse me." He brushed past her. "I have to prep the ship for take-off." The outer door slid shut, and Ssurhuk-T'at clambered up another ladder, presumably towards the flight deck.

"Come," Veronica said. "I'll take you to your quarters and strap you in the landing couch."

* * *

"This is a view you don't want to miss." Veronica pressed a button and one wall of the narrow galley suddenly shimmered, becoming clear. The four women were sitting on benches in a nook, drinking various beverages from coffee cups. The porcelain cups were an incongruous touch in the high-tech galley.

Both Desirée and Kalyani gasped at the view that opened up before them, and even Bridget lost her habitual sneer. They were looking into deep space: the stars no longer twinkled but shone brightly in the night sky. Without any atmosphere, the rings of Saturn glowed in the darkness seemingly close enough to touch.

"What's that up ahead?" Desirée pointed at the silvery object that appeared just below Saturn. She sipped her coffee.

"You have very good eyes," Veronica said, sitting down next to them. "That's the ship that will take us to Galos IV." 

Sure enough, the view from the starboard side skewed around as Ssurhuk-T'at pointed their ship towards the rapidly growing object.

"There are larger ships even than this?" Kalyani asked in her halting English. It was no surprise that Veronica had picked her: the Indian girl had lustrously long hair, dusky skin, full lips and startling green eyes. Her threadbare sari was wrapped around her, hiding her shape but Desirée could tell that she needed some good nutrition before she could achieve her full potential. Kalyani huddled in her seat, intimidated at the sheer opulence in front of her, and the other passengers. 

Desirée had also spotted Kalyani stowing extra food in her sari when she thought no one was looking; based on the quick glance she shared with Veronica, the Academy headmistress had noticed the same thing.

Bridget snorted. Desirée was already prone to disliking the upper-class British girl: the pale blonde had a very aristocratic look, and the attitude that life owed her something simply because she was beautiful. Within 5 minutes of their introduction, Bridget had frostily informed them that she was 20th in line for the British Throne.

If she was so important, how come she ran out of money while in Asia? Desirée had thought at the time. Naturally, Kalyani was terrified of Bridget: the girl was a Dalit or Untouchable, the lowest caste in Indian society.

"This ship is only a short-range runabout," Veronica gently answered Kalyani's question. "It lacks the capability for interstellar travel. Up ahead is a Guild transport: it's much faster and more comfortable than this ship. But even so, it will take us two weeks to get us to Galos IV. That will give us plenty of time to get acquainted." She smiled at all three of them.

Desirée couldn't find any words as the gigantic ship rushed towards them at shocking speed. It swiftly filled the sky, turrets and emplacements gleaming from the reflected light of the sun. She stared in awe of the gigantic structure, not sure what she was seeing.

"I never, ever get tired of seeing this view," Veronica whispered in Desirée's ear. Her breath smelled of coffee. "Isn't it incredible?" 

Desirée nodded slowly.

Ssurhuk-T'at turned their ship so that the clear view was directly in front of them. The barely perceptible hum of the runabout's engines ceased, but the gigantic transport kept growing, blocking everything else out.

"The tractor beam's locked onto us now," Veronica said. "If you could return to your rooms and collect your things, we should be disembarking in less than fifteen minutes."

* * *

"Pardon me," said the twelve-legged spider as it scuttled past Desirée and the other girls. "Frightfully decent of you." A portal hissed open, and the black, hairy creature zipped through the irised opening.

Bridget clapped her hand to her mouth to stop herself from shrieking. Kalyani had no such reservations: the Indian girl looked like she was going into shock from all the strange sights around her.

Desirée couldn't help gawking like a tourist as they walked the wide halls of the transport. The passageway was easily 12 feet high and at least twice that in width. The walls were made of some strange substance: soft to the touch, yet incredibly resilient. By the exposed piping along the ceiling, she figured this area was for moving heavy machinery. However, her assessment changed when she saw the cockroach-sized creature scuttling along the piping and what looked like an ambulatory boulder rolling towards her. Everyone else backed against the bulkheads to allow the massive crewmember plenty of room. Pressing herself against the wall, Desirée could feel the deep thrum of the engines change.

Ssurhuk-T'at nodded in response to her look. "Yes, we're already getting underway."

"Listen up, girls," Veronica called out once the rocklike alien had rolled past. "I'll escort you to your quarters. You're free for the rest of the evening, but at 0700 I will escort you to sickbay where you'll get your physicals, inoculations and UDT's. Are there any questions?"

Desirée raised her hand. "What are UTD's, Ma'am?"

"They're Universal Translation Devices," the small brunette replied. "They're implanted under your skin, and they will help you understand and communicate with all other races in the Confederation. They also have a miniature computer to assist you in your day-to-day tasks. Ssurhuk-T'at, if you would lead us, please?"

All three girls shared one sparsely furnished room. Veronica left, after quickly showing them where the cupboards were and how the bathroom worked. Bridget and Desirée immediately set about unpacking their things into the magnetically sealed cupboards while Kalyani stood helplessly in the middle of the room.

"Are you going to make yourself useful, or just stand there like a bump on a log?" Bridget asked scornfully.

Kalyani looked like she was about to cry. "I . . . am dirty and -- and I have no clean clothes," she said.

Bridget rolled her eyes, sneering. Desirée grabbed her longest wraparound skirt and a pink t-shirt and held them out to the dark-haired girl. "Here," she said. "You're about my size. You can wear these."

Kalyani recoiled in horror. "No! I cannot! They are too fine!"

"Don't worry about it," Desirée said, holding the clothes out. "It's okay. I have others."

Kalyani stared, terrified, at the proffered clothing. Then slowly, as if someone was going to snatch them away at the last minute, she grabbed them.

"Thank you," she said tearfully. "I bring back clean. I promise." She ducked into the bathroom, taking the clothes with her.

Desirée heard a snort of laughter behind her. "Bridget, lose the fucking attitude."

The blonde girl looked down her nose at her. "I didn't say anything."

"I know exactly what you were thinking."

"Then I don't have to say it, do I?" 

* * *

"Thank you for the clothes," Kalyani said for the fiftieth time, smoothing her hands over the wraparound skirt. "They are so soft and beautiful."

"You're welcome," Desirée said absently, checking the map on the bulkhead, next to the 4-way intersection. "Are you sure you don't want any shoes?"

"No, no. My feet are fine." She looked down at her perfectly shaped, but callused, toes. "There are no rocks or glass to cut them here."

Desirée thought Kalyani looked better in her clothes than she did. Her freshly washed black hair hung straight down her back, framing her heart-shaped face, drawn from lack of food. The skirt hugged her tightly, showing off the distance between her narrow waist and ample hips. Desirée didn't even bother offering to loan Kalyani a bra; despite the fact that Kalyani hadn't been eating well, her breasts were much bigger than Desirée's 34C's. The cool air in the ship was making Kalyani's nipples stick out. They looked hard enough to cut glass.

Desirée scrolled through the electronic map. "Would you like to check out the Forward Lounge? That could be interesting."

Yes. Yes, I would like."

"Great." Desirée headed for the nearby elevators.

* * *

The elevator doors hissed open. Desirée walked out into the forward lounge, trying to see in the low light. Kalyani followed slowly behind, distracted by the feel of plush carpet against her bare feet. Desirée walked towards the clear observation bubble that encompassed the lounge. She stared out into the blackness of interstellar space, looking for the faint twinkle of stars in the blanket of night. The rumble of the ship's engines was so omnipresent that she no longer noticed it.

"Isn't this the most incredible thing you've ever seen?" she whispered, not wanting to break the mood by talking loudly.

"We are not alone," Kalyani said softly, right at her elbow.

"I know," the sandy blonde said, marveling at the vastness around her. "Out there are thousands of alien races, living --"

"No, no." Kalyani tugged at Desirée's beige top. "We are not alone here."

Desirée followed her friend's pointing finger just in time to see Veronica slowly take off Ssurhuk-T'at's spectacles and place them on a nearby table. They were sitting next to each other on an overstuffed couch, their heads bending towards each other. The three-eyed alien blinked solemnly at the woman as she ran her hands up and down his chest. 

Desirée pulled Kalyani down behind a low wall. They waited for a few seconds, but they only heard the soft sound of lips against flesh. 

Desirée slowly peeked around the corner. Ssurhuk-T'at was sliding a finger down Veronica's blouse, opening it to her waist. She was straddling him, her skirt pulled up to show the soft creaminess of her thighs. Her eyes were half-closed; she shrugged her shoulders to let the red blouse fall past her elbows. She wore no bra, the nipples dark against the cream of her skin. She took Ssurhuk-T'at's hands, slowly kissed each palm and then placed them on her breasts. The alien squeezed her tits, pinching the hard nipples between thumb and forefinger. It looked painful, but Veronica sighed with pleasure, arching her back to allow him better access.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 03



Desirée swallowed to moisten her mouth. This was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She could feel her body respond to the lovemaking in front of her.

"We go now," Kalyani whispered. "We must!"

"You can go if you want to," Desirée whispered back. She could hear the rustle of clothes being removed. "I want to see this."

Kalyani opened her mouth to voice another protest, but said nothing. After several seconds, she also inched around to watch.

Ssurhuk-T'at arranged Veronica so she was standing next to the couch but her arms were resting on the side, her breasts rubbing against the soft pile that covered the couch. Desirée and Kalyani could see them both in profile, their clothes strewn around them, Veronica was wearing nothing but her red pumps. Ssurhuk-T'at knelt behind her, his 3-fingered hands sliding down her bare legs.

Desirée felt a jolt of jealousy. However old Veronica was, her body was lean and taut, her small breasts perky and beautifully shaped. By the way they moved, Desirée knew they were natural. Veronica's skin almost glowed with good health. 

Ssurhuk-T'at's tongue slid around her legs, licking the back of her knees and inner thighs. His tongue was long and slender, much like a frog's, and it left trails of saliva along her calves. Desirée heard Veronica's hiss of pleasure as he caressed her. 

The alien took his time, slowly licking his way up her legs, teasing her. Desirée could see Veronica's limbs trembling with anticipation as Ssurhuk-T'at's tongue moved closer and closer to the junction of her thighs and hips. His hands caressed her ass cheeks, gently pulling them apart. Then, in response to some unknown signal, he leaned back and his tongue flicked out to lap the space between her thighs. Veronica gasped, throwing her head back. His tongue a spear, he slowly pushed his face towards her quivering cheeks, heedless of her sighs and moans.

"That looks disgusting, what he is doing to her!" Kalyani whispered in Desirée's ear.

"Yeah, but look how much she's enjoying it," she whispered back.

Veronica was encouraging him with her groans, her face clenched in pre-orgasmic tension. Her entire body shook, sweat beading on her flesh, hands clawing at the cushions while the alien male mercilessly tongue-fucked her pussy. Desirée could smell the thick scent of her arousal in the air. Veronica's cries slowly became higher and louder until she gave one final scream, her legs buckled beneath her. Ssurhuk-T'at gripped her waist with his hands, not letting her fall until he had withdrawn his tongue from her depths. He picked her up, cradling her in his arms while they kissed.

That was when Desirée got her first look at his penis. It was nearly 12 inches long but extremely slender, and a dark purple colour. Without realizing it, Desirée's hands slowly came up and covered her mouth. She was panting, her heart hammering in her ears. Beside her, Kalyani's hands were fluttering around her throat like twin butterflies. Her lips were parted and her face flushed. A trickle of sweat slowly ran down her forehead, stopping by her left temple before sliding down her cheek.

Ssurhuk-T'at placed Veronica on a low table, still in profile to the two girls. He then straddled her, his long knobby legs by her waist. His long tongue flicked out, coating her upper chest in saliva. Veronica squeezed her breasts together with her hands, smiling up at him, her teeth biting her lower lip. Ssurhuk-T'at lowered himself on her, placing his penis inside her moistened cleavage. Using the space between her breasts as an improvised sheath, he started sliding his penis up and down, slowly building speed. Veronica squeezed her breasts harder, her breath coming faster as she watched him fuck her tits.

Then, judging her moment carefully, she raised her head and licked his cock, just under the helmet. Ssurhuk-T'at let out a quick, sharp gasp, freezing in place. Still smiling up him, her lips and tongue caressed the head of his cock, making it grow even darker than before.

"If any woman from my village did that to a man," Kalyani whispered furiously in Desirée's ear, "the elders would stone her to death for being a . . ."

She faltered as her own words finally registered. Her face fell, dark eyes bright with unshed tears. Desirée squeezed her arm sympathetically, then turned back to watch the lovemaking.

Veronica had raised herself from her prone position, her right hand stroking the length of Ssurhuk-T'at's cock. She pushed him back from the low table and knelt in front of him, licking the underside of his penis. She rubbed her cheeks against it for several seconds, then placed the tip in her mouth. 

In front of Desirée's astonished gaze, Veronica proceeded to slowly deep-throat the alien penis. Her mouth sucking in his cock, her face inched towards his hairless pelvis until her nose touched his hip. Desirée could see her throat moving, swallowing to increase the pressure on Ssurhuk-T'at's penis. The alien's head was thrown back, breath rasping, his lean body trembling from the sensation. 

His hands gently pushed Veronica's face back, pulling his penis from her throat. The head slipped out, the brunette giving it one last lick. Ssurhuk-T'at raised her back onto the low table, lifting her bare legs in the air. He pushed her limbs back, her knees in line with her shoulders, his cock in line with her hips. They stayed like that for a few seconds, the alien staring down into her eyes.

His hips slammed into hers. Her back arched, her hands reached for his ass, trying to keep him in place. Ssurhuk-T'at pulled out, waited a few seconds, then slammed back in, driving the breath out of her body. He did it several more times, increasing his pace each time.

"Yes. Yes. Yes," Veronica chanted in time to his thrusts, her hands still trying to trap him against her body. His long fingers clasped her thighs, keeping her legs pressed against her shoulders. He was thrusting more and more quickly now; even to Desirée's untrained eye, it was clear he was close to climax.

Veronica squealed her release, face clenched in pleasure before her head fell back, tension leaving her body. She still cradled the bucking alien, letting him have his way with her. 

Ten seconds later, Ssurhuk-T'at let out a long groan. He pulled out, green semen spraying Veronica's face, breasts and belly. By the way she briefly took his cock into her mouth, Desirée could tell that she wasn't worried about the alien semen poisoning her. Ssurhuk-T'at slumped forward, wide mouth gasping for air, the briney smell of his cum filling the air.

Remembering where she was, Desirée tugged on Kalyani's shirt. She had to do it several times before the Indian girl registered what she was doing. Silently, the two girls crawled back towards the elevator, hoping they weren't noticed.

* * *

"Did you see who they were?" Ssurhuk-T'at asked after they had cleaned up. He was lying with Veronica on the couch in the forward lounge, his large head pillowed on her breasts. They were both still naked, the cool air blowing across sweaty skin.

"Mmm-hmm," she replied languidly, her eyes half-closed. She ran a hand through her curly hair, enjoying the sensation. "Desirée and Kalyani. They saw it all."

He raised his head, blinking his three eyes at her. "Is there any particular reason why you decided to seduce me just then?"

"One or two I can think of, off-hand." Veronica waited for several seconds while the alien stared at her. "You know it's my job as facility administrator to periodically check my employees. I decided it was time to give you another evaluation."

Ssurhuk-T'at continued to stare at her. He blinked, his eyelids coming together vertically.

"Oh, all right," she relented. "Despite the fact that neither of them are no longer virgins, I'm sure their initial experiences weren't all that spectacular. Clueless fumbling in the back of a car is hardly a good way to learn about sex, and you've seen how Kalyani reacts around males. There are a lot of bad experiences we're going to have to get past if she will make an acceptable Guild courtesan."

She drew a deep breath before continuing. "While we were in the car, Desirée asked me some pointed questions about sex with other races, so I thought it might be a good idea for her to see it for herself."

"Ah." He was silent for several seconds. "Do you think she learned anything?"

"I know I did."

He let out a series of croaking chuckles, the sound making her breasts quiver. "Admit it: you are an exhibitionist."

"I admit nothing," she replied smoothly. "Besides, I did not hear you complaining."

"Assuredly, you did not." His tongue briefly flicked out to lick both her breasts. Her breath caught. "Even if you are an exhibitionist harlot."

"No." The good humour faded from her brown eyes. "I'm a witch. At least, that's what the Papal Inquisition called me."

"I apologize." He bent his head towards her. "I appear to have brought up bad memories."

"Don't apologize," she said. "They're just . . . memories. They no longer hurt."

"Is there anything you would like me to do for you?"

"Just stay with me for a while."

"Of course." He lowered himself on her again and was silent, five eyes watching the night sky through the observation bubble as the Guild transport flew through space.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 04



"Is everybody ready?" Veronica Franco stuck her head into the three girls' room. "We have no time to waste."

Desirée finished making her bed before tucking her sandy-blonde hair into a ponytail. She straightened up, walking quickly towards the door. Veronica looked elegant and fresh as always, no sign of last night's activities in her face or demeanour. She tapped her watch significantly as the three girls quickly got into line behind her.

Kalyani, still wearing the borrowed t-shirt and wraparound skirt, gave Desirée a shy smile. Desirée smiled back: she could see a tentative friendship building there. As for Bridget, deliberately moving slowly in order to maintain some hauteur, Desirée had pretty much written off the blonde aristocrat.

"Sometime this year, people," Veronica said sharply as she led the way down the hall. Desirée scrambled to follow. 

The woman led them through a maze of corridors to sick bay. Once there, she took them into a small waiting area, painted in neutral colours.

"What are these?" Bridget looked scornfully down at the large ball-like things strewn around the area.

"They're smart chairs," Veronica replied. "Their fabric is designed to analyze your body structure and contour itself to give you the most comfortable seating arrangement possible."

Kalyani touched it tentatively, then jerked her finger back. With a sniff, Bridget gingerly lowered herself on the ball-like thing, then squealed with surprise when it suddenly shifted underneath her, making itself into a comfortable chair.

Veronica smiled. "If you'll come with me, Desirée, we'll get you to your physical."

The teen followed her headmistress across the bay, trying not to gawk at the strange contraptions and even stranger beings that populated the room. Veronica led her to a curtained area, which held an examination bed. Buttons and readouts twinkled on the bed.

"You can change into your gown," Veronica said, pulling the curtain to give them some privacy. "An attendant will be with you shortly to administer your physical."

The older woman slipped through the drawn curtain, and was gone. Desirée looked around. She saw the smock she was supposed to wear, tied in the back like every other hospital smock she'd ever seen, but in a burst of perversity, she decided to wait until the attendant arrived before she changed. She looked around the curtained room, her arms folded under her breasts, trying to contain her nervousness.

"Hello, there. You must be Desirée."

Desirée's first thought when she saw the attendant was "Devil Girl." The female creature had black hair that fell to the middle of her back, and blood red skin. Yellow eyes, slitted like a cat's, regarded her and heavy breasts and hips filled out an otherwise shapeless pale blue attendant's outfit.

"Hello, I'm Meljahza," the attendant said, flicking back her curly black hair. A pair of small horns protruded from her forehead. "I'll be giving you your physical, and outfitting you with your UTD."

"A pleasure to meet you," Desirée said through a suddenly dry mouth. She wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans.

Meljahza smiled, showing pointed teeth. "Likewise." Her voice was low and smoky. "I'm glad to see you haven't changed yet. That's all right: I'll need to take you to another area for your physical. This room lacks the necessary facilities for what we need."

With that, the attendant tossed Desirée the smock, and turned towards the door. "Coming?" She grinned.

Desirée smiled back, following the red-skinned woman.

***

Ssurhuk-T'at was walking along one of the corridors when he saw Desirée walking behind an Asmodii female wearing the uniform of a sickbay attendant. He nodded to the Asmodii and smiled at Desirée. The human teenager smiled back but he could see her face redden in what humans called a 'blush.' He coughed to hide a grin; he remembered that Desirée had watched him have relations with Veronica last night. He nodded politely to her again and continued on his way.

Something made him stop. He blinked his three eyes, then his tongue flickered out, tasting the air. He stared back at the Asmodii leading Desirée towards a bank of elevators. He turned around, moving casually towards sick bay, tickles of suspicion running along his spine.

***

"Here we go." Meljahza closed the door to the examining room and locked it. "I'll get things ready while you change."

"All right." Desirée looked for a screen to change behind but there was nothing there. No matter: the red-skinned woman was busy setting up some machines, her back turned. Desirée quickly slid out of her jeans and top, thankful that she had been able to shower and shave this morning. She grabbed the smock, holding it in front of herself.

Apparently some things were the same all over the universe. The pale blue smock fitted badly and there were only three ties holding it together. After spending a few seconds agonizing over whether the ties should go in the front or in the back, she opted for sliding her arms through the smock, and trying to figure out how she could tie the damn ties without turning into a pretzel.

"Please remove all your clothes," Meljahza said without turning around. "The physical is quite extensive."

Desirée gulped. She undid the hooks of her bra, and fed it through the left arm hole in the smock. Then, taking a deep breath to gather her courage, she slid her thumbs inside the waistband of her cotton panties and slid them down her long legs. She quickly picked them up and turned around to put them next to her jeans.

A hand touched the skin of her back. Desirée jumped.

"You dropped this," Meljahza said, holding out Desirée's old wallet. She hadn't even heard the red-skinned woman move. Her two horns shone under the lights. 

"Oh. Thanks." Desirée took the wallet. Their fingers touched. Desirée dropped her eyes. She could feel the attendant's hot breath on her naked back as she leaned over to put her wallet back in her jeans pocket. The hairs on the back of her neck were trying to rise and her face felt hot.

When she straightened up, Meljahza was back by the testing station, pulling out a blood pressure cuff. Desirée padded across the room in her stockinged feet.

"Hop up on here," the attendant said, patting the testing bed with one hand. Desirée slid up on the bed, careful of her smock. Meljahza slid the cuff up the teen's left arm, wrapping it several times around her bicep. Desirée suppressed a quiver when Meljahza's long fingernails lightly scratched the inside of her elbow.

"Sorry," the attendant said, smiling. She quickly wrapped another probe around Desirée's left index finger. She knelt at the end of the bed, taking out another monitoring device.

"I'm afraid I have to remove your socks." Her yellow eyes stared up at Desirée. "I have to check your body composition and that's the only place I can place the monitor. Is that all right?"

Desirée nodded, not trusting herself to speak. The attendant slowly rolled down the teen's white socks, taking her time stroking her calves and ankles. Desirée knew she should protest, but the attendant's hands were leaving trails of warmth wherever she touched. Desirée's hands clasped the side of the bed, her body enjoying the sensation. Her nipples grew nearly half an inch under the smock. 

"There we go." Once the monitor was in place, Meljahza straightened up and punched the large green button on the monitoring system. The machine beeped obediently and the arm cuff started expanding. "I'll be right over here if you need anything." The attendant walked towards the desk on the other side of the room. Desirée watched her swaying ass for a few seconds and then looked away, trying to control her breathing. 

Several seconds later, the machine beeped again. Meljahza stalked back across the room, her hips swaying, her eyes intent upon Desirée. The teen stared back, her face unaccountably flushed. Between Veronica and this sexy alien, Desirée was seriously beginning to reconsider her earlier belief that she wasn't attracted to other females.

"The first part of our physical is done," Meljahza murmured, removing the finger monitor and unwrapping the arm cuff. She pressed another button, and a printout started sliding out the side of the machine. "My," she said, quickly scanning the symbols on the page, "you really are in excellent physical condition."

"Thank you," Desirée said softly.

"No, thank you," Meljahza replied, slipping on a pair of rubber gloves. "It's always a pleasure seeing results like this from a marvelous specimen like yourself. Now, if you would lie down for me, we can start the other half of our physical."

Desirée obediently lay down on the bed, the paper rustling underneath her head. She could feel her pulse getting louder in her ears, the familiar warmth occurring south of her belly.

"Very good." Meljahza's voice was soft. "Now, I'm going to check the area around your armpit. Let me know if you feel any discomfort."

The teen tried to keep her breathing steady, trying not to look at the beautiful creature stroking the soft flesh of her inner arm. Then the pads of Meljahza's fingers pressed against her armpit, flickering out to momentarily touch the side of her breast. 

"Very good," the attendant said, removing the gloves. Desirée could see a bead of what looked like sweat trickling down from Meljahza's right horn. "Now, I'll need to examine your mammary glands, if you don't mind?"

Desirée shook her head, unable to speak. Meljahza undid the ties around the teen's neck and slowly slid the smock down her body, stopping just below her navel. Desirée's breasts were pale and soft in the light, the aureoles flushed with blood and the nipples fully erect. Her taut belly heaved from the tension mounting within her.

Meljahza bit her lower lip, sliding her long fingers up the teen's belly, around her rib cage to cup her swollen breasts. She began slowly kneading them, rubbing her thumbs over the nipples. Desirée moaned on an intaken breath, her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back in a voluptuous motion. Her entire focus was on those magical fingers stroking and caressing her soft flesh.

"Would you like me to kiss them?" Meljahza whispered in her ear. Desirée moaned her response. She heard soft laughter, then the feel of a warm tongue lashing her right nipple.

Desirée's arms rose to cup the attendant's head, running her fingers through the long, black hair. Meljahza took her time, teasing with her tongue, tormenting with the scrape of her teeth and tantalizing with every brush of her lips. 

After what seemed an eternity, Meljahza's lips brushed her ear again. "I need you to stand up for me," she said, her tongue flicking Desirée's earlobe for emphasis. 

She didn't think her legs could bear her weight, but there was no way she could refuse the red-skinned woman whose touch filled her with such delight. She swung her legs out and stood up. The smock slid to the floor. Her arms wrapped around Meljahza's shoulders; her legs unable to carry her weight. Desirée's eyes were level with the other woman's lips. The teen stared up at the attendant, her violet eyes alive with lust.

They kissed, their tongues dancing, Meljahza sliding her fingernails down the teen's bare back. Desirée moaned into Meljahza's open mouth, rubbing her body against the red-skinned woman's, trying to get the contact she craved. Her fingers blindly hunted for the fastenings on Meljahza's outfit, trying to remove it.

"No yet, little one." Meljahza gripped her wrists with surprising strength, turning her around. "I still have to do one more task as part of your physical."

She led Desirée to the end of the examining table, bending her lengthwise so that her breasts and belly were in contact with the bed. Desirée, unable to move, stared back at her alien lover as she positioned herself by the teen's hip, left hand pressing against the small of Desirée's back.

"Does this give you pleasure?" Meljahza teased, three fingers lightly touching Desirée's intimate folds. The girl whimpered at the gossamer touch, her hips writhed from the sensation. Meljahza was surprisingly strong, her single hand keeping the teen pinned to the examination table.

"So hot," the alien attendant murmured, still teasing the girl with her delicate strokes. "So wet." She continued caressing Desirée's labial folds, running a fingertip along her slit, lightly brushing her clit, making the teen whimper. It seemed to go on forever, the attendant teasing and caressing her patient.

Then, just as Desirée thought she couldn't take any more torment, a single finger entered her pussy. Desirée moaned, arching her back. She blindly pushed, trying to get more of the woman's finger inside her. Meljahza pulled out slightly until the tip was barely inside her, then slammed hard inside. Desirée squealed, the sudden movement bringing on her first orgasm.

Meljahza fingered the teen through her ecstasy, teasing her into another climb. She stroked Desirée's inner walls until she gasped with need again, craving release.

"Now we must perform another cavity examination," the woman smiled, removing her fingers from Desirée's starving pussy. Her horns seemed larger, her yellow eyes alight with hunger. The teen squirmed, desire making her lose control.

Desirée could feel long fingers sliding up the crack of her ass until they found her other hole. She shivered from the sensation: she didn't want to be penetrated there, but her body was crying out for more of the attendant's touch. She could feel Meljahza's fingers stroking her pussy, taking lubrication, and then the sudden pressure on her puckered sphincter. Desirée groaned, fighting the invasion of her inner depths. It was the first time anyone had ever touched her there. Panic seized her, and she fought to get free.

"Sssshh," the red-skinned alien soothed her, massaging the small of her back with her other hand. "Let it happen. You'll be glad you did."

Just then, a fingertip popped through the ring, opening her up. Desirée gasped and moaned, writhing between pain and pleasure. She was both disturbed and aroused from this new violation. Her hands clutched the bed, her fingers white-knuckled from the tension.

After several seconds, the finger pushed in even harder, then slid out until only the tip remained. The teen gasped for air, sweat popping out all over her body from the incredible tension she was under. Waves of warmth rippled from her violated sphincter, making her shudder. She thrust her hips back, pushing the woman's finger deeper inside, her puckered opening clutching at the woman's finger as it slid in and out. Meljahza increased the pace, burying her finger in the sandy blonde's bowels, pulling it out until she begged for more, pumping harder and faster.

Desirée's whole body tightened, the veins in her neck stood out like cables as she screamed her second orgasm at the walls. She slumped against the examining bed, her hands gripping the cushions so that she wouldn't fall to the floor. She panted, heaving breaths causing the sweat-soaked hair draping her face to rise and fall. She could feel the attendant slide her hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass cheeks before pressing her palms into the pit of her lower back, massaging her quivering muscles. Desirée' moaned with the sensation.

"You are exactly what I require," Meljahza purred. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red-skinned attendant strip off her clothes. "Would you like to give me the same pleasure I gave you?"

"Yes," Desirée moaned. "Yes, please."

"That's what I like to hear," she said. "Now turn over." 

Despite her exhaustion, Desirée somehow managed to roll over onto her back, Meljahza arranged her so that her ass was on the bed, spreading her legs so she was open to her sight and touch. Desirée stared up at the naked woman looming over her, lust cresting like a tidal wave. The teen's hands stroked herself, writhing with lust.

Meljahza stretched her arms, the movement lifting her large breasts. Her abundant chest tapered to a narrow waist, then flared out to a large set of hips. Lean muscles rippled under her bright red skin, and her eyes glowed yellow. She bent over Desirée, baring her teeth in a seductive smile

"See something you like?" she asked with a low chuckle. Desirée lifted herself from the examining bed and the two women kissed each other hungrily. 

The teen moaned into the woman's open mouth; Meljahza's kisses burned her lips but they felt so good. The woman's fingers pulled Desirée's hair, forcing her chin to rise. Meljahza kissed up and down her neck, biting just under her ear, licking the pit of her collarbone. Desirée's fingers traced her lover's spine, feeling the muscle under the silky skin, sliding down to caress her hard rump. Just above the crack of her ass, her fingers found something long and thin. 

Meljahza moaned. "Oh yes," she hissed in pleasure, pulling back slightly. A long red tail curled around from behind her back. The tip was barbed, like a scorpion's. Desirée gasped: she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

"You like it?" Meljahza asked, gently catching the young girl's wrists. Her tail languidly waved, like a snake dancing. "Do you want to feel it inside you? All you have to do is say so, and it will make us both very, very happy. Would you like me to do that?"

"Yes," Desirée moaned. "Yes, please."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"Are you . . . positive?" Her yellow eyes were cruel.

"Oh God, quit teasing me!"

"Then lie back."

Desirée obediently lay back on the bed, quivering with anticipation. Meljahza slid her fingers along the teen's legs, then lifted her thighs, pushing them up and away from her. Desirée ran her hands along her body, squeezing her breasts, desperate for any kind of bodily contact. She could see the scorpion tail slide around and cock itself, ready to drive right into the teen's gaping depths. Desirée's chest heaved, her pussy begging to be filled.

Meljahza bared her teeth in a smile. "You have no idea how happy you will make me."

The door ripped open. Meljahza recoiled, then flew backwards as a blue beam hammered her chest. Desirée, looking back, saw Ssurhuk-T'at and Veronica at the smashed door, holding long black pistol-like objects. Screaming, the teen scrambled to her feet, trying to protect Meljahza. Her lips pressed together in a thin line, Veronica turned her gun on Desirée.

"No! NO!" An invisible fist slammed into Desirée's stomach; a black curtain descended over everything.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 05



Desirée woke to pain. Every part of her body hurt, even her eyelids. She stared up at the pale colours of a sickbay ceiling, blinking against the glare of the overhead lights. Even through the bed, she could still feel the omnipresent rumble of the ship's engines. An IV drip was attached to her left arm.

"She's awake." She understood the words but her ears told her she had only heard a strange croaking sound. She looked down, the nerves in the back of her skull shrieking; she was strapped down to the bed. A nearby monitor beeped contentedly. She couldn't make out any of the symbols.

Ssurhuk-T'at moved into her line of vision, his three eyes bright with concern behind his spectacles. The froglike alien looked gray, as if he hadn't slept in far too long. He croaked something at her.

Two seconds later, her brain caught, "Can you understand what I am saying to you?" Her ears swore they hadn't heard a thing.

Desirée opened her mouth. It was dry, parched. "Water," she barely croaked. "Please . . . water."

He croaked again. "Of course," the words entering her brain half a second later. He picked up a strangely shaped glass filled with water. The glass had a narrow tube extending out from it, like a straw permanently attached.

He croaked once more. "Here." Desirée realized that she was hearing a translation, somehow routed directly to her brain. The water was clear and cold, and tasted wonderful. She sipped from the glass for several seconds before he took it back and placed it on the side table.

"You cannot have too much too fast. Now do you understand what I am saying to you?" he asked again, the translation now coming simultaneously with his croaking.

She ran her tongue around her lips, and found she could speak. "Yes, but it feels strange . . . in my head." Her voice was rusty from lack of use.

"That's the Universal Translation Device working," Veronica walked into her line of vision, black circles under her eyelids and her dark eyes bright with unshed tears. "We installed it while you were unconscious. It works by bone induction, and takes a while to calibrate. But are you all right?" She stood on the right side of the bed, her fingers lightly stroking Desirée's cheek.

"What happened?" Desirée asked as memories came flooding back. "Why am I here? Why did you shoot me?"

"I am sorry, dear, but I had no choice," the older woman said, still stroking her cheek. "In the state you were in, you might have seriously hurt yourself."

"It was a very near thing," Ssurhuk-T'at said soberly in what Desirée was beginning to realize was his native tongue. Her UTD was now giving her the translation almost simultaneously. "You were infected with one of the highest concentrations of Asmodii venom I've ever seen."

"Asmodii what?"

"Meljahza, the Asmodii attendant who seduced you, had falsified her records to conceal the fact that she was a fertilized female." Veronica's lips compressed with rage. "She's currently in the brig, under arrest for attempted murder."

"Asmodii have a very unusual gestation cycle," Ssurhuk-T'at added. "Once the male fertilizes the female's eggs, she carries them for a period of eight of your months. Once she has done so, she injects the fertilized eggs into a carrier. After a period of another 10 months, the Asmodii infants eat their way out of the carrier, killing it as they are born."

Desirée shrank back, horrified. "That means . . . she was trying to . . . and I--"

"Sssshhh," Veronica said, still stroking the teen's plump face, wiping away the sudden tears. "It's all right, darling, it wasn't your fault."

"When the fertilized female is preparing to find a carrier for her eggs, she secrets a hormone through her sweat glands," Ssurhuk-T'at continued. "That venom is the only known aphrodisiac in the Confederation. It will make almost any creature do what a fertilized female asks it to do, which allows the female to plant her eggs inside them. In turn, the fertilized eggs have a special enzyme that counteracts the venom, which is why the infected creature will almost beg the fertilized female to implant her eggs in the subject.

"This venom is highly dangerous," Veronica said. "The Guild occasionally uses it, but only in highly diluted states. When you first interviewed for the Guild, I injected you with a serum that contained a single drop of the venom."

Desirée remembered that incident. Even when diluted, the venom had caused her to masturbate uncontrollably. It wasn't surprising that the undiluted substance from Meljahza's body had made her crave such a violation.

"Ssurhuk-T'at is the Confederation's leading expert on Asmodii venom." Veronica's brown hair hung down in tangles, her hand was still pressed against Desirée's cheek. She looked like she hadn't slept either. "He smelled it on Meljahza and immediately went to find me. Like a fool, I consulted the records, found her file, and told him he must be wrong. Thankfully, he convinced me otherwise before it was too late."

"Thank you," Desirée said to the froglike alien. She shuddered at how close she was to dying.

"It was my pleasure," he replied, smiling at her.

"But why . . . how?"

He understood what she was trying to ask. "As a requirement for joining the Confederation, the Asmodii promised that they would never place fertilized eggs into Confederation citizens, or other sentient beings. However, Meljahza admitted to belonging to a minority sect that believes injecting fertilized eggs into dumb animals weakens their race. In order to purify and strengthen their bloodlines, members of their order seek out intelligent but naive beings and make them carriers."

"Injecting a potential Guild courtesan would have been a major coup for them," Veronica said softly. Desirée pressed her face against the older woman's hand, trying to wish the nightmare out of her head. Her lower lip quivered and tears slid down her cheeks.

"On the plus side, I was very impressed that you were able to absorb such an incredible concentration of Asmodii venom and survive," Ssurhuk-T'at said. "The amount that you received from Meljahza should have killed you. It very nearly did."

"You can thank Ssurhuk-T'at for that as well," Veronica said. "He took care of you and worked hard to get the venom out of your system. You've been in this bed for over a week."

"How?" 

"Unfortunately, there is no known antidote and vaccination has had a limited effect." He suddenly grinned. "However, the endorphins released through sexual release do speed the venom's breakdown."

Desirée digested the implications of that for several seconds. "Oh."

"I hope you realize just how lucky you've been, young lady." Veronica's lips twitched. "You've had the exclusive services of one of my best courtesans for more than a week. There are governments in this galaxy that couldn't afford his rates for that extended period of time."

"Thanks again," Desirée said to the tall alien. Then, feeling daring, "I'm only sorry I wasn't there to enjoy it."

Ssurhuk-T'at threw his head back, croaking his distinctive laugh. Veronica joined in, shaking her head in amusement.

"Desirée! Desirée!" Kalyani rushed into the hospital room, tears running down her dark cheeks. "Are you all right? Please tell me you are all right!" She had lapsed into her native Hindi in her excitement, but Desirée's UTD was calibrating itself quickly.

"Gentle! Gentle!" Veronica cautioned, just as the young Dalit was about to fling herself onto Desirée. "She's still very fragile!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Desirée soothed her friend, who was running her hands all over her face. "I'm -- can I get out of these?" Her wrists and ankles pushed against the restraints.

"I'm not certain." Ssurhuk-T'at turned to the sickbay doctor, a tall spidery looking alien who was studying the monitor readouts. "Is it all right for her to be released?"

The blue-furred doctor shrugged his four shoulders eloquently. "You are more of an expert than I am," it said, Desirée's UTD providing a running translation. "Whatever you think best; I have no experience with these creatures."

"I think it should be all right," Veronica said softly. "She seems to be herself again."

"I agree." Ssurhuk-T'at pressed a button and the restraints vanished. The sickbay doctor removed the IV from her arm, eliminating the scar with a quick hypo-spray. Desirée moved her arms and legs with relief. However, she felt incredibly weak and every muscle ached.

"You look much better," Kalyani said, brushing Desirée's hair back from her eyes. "I came to see you every day."

"You look better, too," the sandy blonde replied. "Are those new clothes?" 

"Do you like?" Kalyani proudly touched the red and gold sari she was wearing. "Signora Franco found the cloth for me. She says these are the Guild colours."

"It looks amazing on you," Desirée said, meaning it. Now that Kalyani was eating regularly, her face and figure were filling out. She was more voluptuous and her green eyes and hair were brighter. It was easy to see why Veronica had chosen her for the Guild.

"Well, I'm for a shower and a nap." Veronica rubbed her eyes. "Now that you're on the mend, I have neglected business to attend to. If you will excuse me . . . Ssurhuk-T'at?"

"Not just yet," he replied. "There are still some things I need to take care of here."

"All right." The small woman walked out the door of the private room, yawning as she went. With a final check of the readouts, the sickbay doctor followed her.

"How are you feeling?" Ssurhuk-T'at asked Desirée quietly. "Really?"

"I feel incredibly weak," she said, looking at Kalyani. "And every muscle in my body hurts."

"The muscle ache is due to the venom still being in your system," he said. "But now that you're awake, the worst is over." He prepared to leave.

"Wait!" Desirée said. He stopped, and looked at her. "You said . . . that orgasm speeds the absorption of venom and eases the soreness, right?"

"That is correct."

"So . . ." She took a deep breath. "Will having another orgasm relieve the pain even more?" She avoided looking at Kalyani: her green eyes were as wide as saucers at the turn the conversation had taken.

His wide mouth twitched. "Is that a request?"

"Well," Desirée tried to smile, "if I have the exclusive services of the best courtesan in the galaxy . . ."

"Not the best," Ssurhuk-T'at, said judiciously, his three eyes twinkling. "But certainly in the top 5. And yes, a few more orgasms should help speed the absorption of Asmodii venom." He was grinning now, walking towards the bed.

"I must leave." Kalyani gathered up her sari, almost running for the door.

"Kalyani, wait!" The whip-crack voice stopped her in her tracks. 

Ssurhuk-T'at eyed the two teens. "The first night on the ship, did you two observe me with Signora Franco?"

Desirée and Kalyani looked at each other for an endless moment. They both nodded. Kalyani's shoulders were scrunched, as if she expected to be beaten. From what little Desirée knew of her history, Kalyani was too used to abuse from men.

"I see," he said. "Why did you not leave, or let us know you were there?"

"It was my fault, Professor," Desirée spoke quickly. "I wanted to see you and Ms. Franco having sex and I made Kalyani stay. If anyone should get in trouble, it should be me."

Ssurhuk-T'at looked at her scornfully. "The last time I checked, Ms. Tanner, Kalyani was a grown woman. If she had wanted to leave, she would have left." He turned to the trembling Dalit. "If you had wanted to leave, would you have left?"

Desirée could see the wheels turning in Kalyani's head. Finally, she raised her eyes to Ssurhuk-T'at's. "Yes," she said in a small but defiant voice.

"Did it excite you, watching me with Signora Franco?"

An even smaller voice: "Yes."

The alien smiled down at her. "That was the correct answer. If you wish to join the Guild, you will have to treat every sexual experience you witness or participate in as an opportunity to learn something. It's no crime to have an interest in sex; in fact, it's encouraged.

"It's now time for your first lesson: go over to the door and lock it. Then, you will closely observe what I do with Desirée. Is that understood?"

Kalyani nodded. She locked the door, then went over to stand by the wall.

Ssurhuk-T'at paused by the bed. "Not there, Kalyani. I want you a lot closer. Kneel by the bed." He pointed where he wanted her to go.

Desirée smiled at her friend while she tried to control her breathing. "You can hold my hand," she told her friend. 

Smiling nervously, Kalyani knelt by the bed and gripped Desirée's right hand in hers. Her left hand slipped under Desirée's shoulders.

"Excellent," Ssurhuk-T'at smiled at them both. "Then let's begin." 

With a practiced motion, he removed the topsheet and blanket. Desirée was naked: she could already feel the warmth pooling in her hips. Although she had previously never considered sex with an oversized frog to be erotic, she remembered what he had done to Veronica that night in the observation lounge. The alien's towering reputation, and his confidence in his skills, excited her.

He began by massaging the balls of her feet, every touch sending tendrils of heat shooting up her legs. She bit her lip. Despite his bizarre appearance, Ssurhuk-T'at's fingers were nothing less than magical. 

Is there something special about your hands that's making you do this?" Desirée said, her voice more close to a moan than she would have liked.

"Merely practice making perfect," he said softly, intent on his work. "If manipulated properly, virtually every part of a being's body can become an erogenous zone. The trick is knowing how to touch it right." 

Desirée gasped when his fingers brushed the arch of her foot. She already felt more turned on than she could possibly believe. Ssurhuk-T'at waggled his eye ridges. "Of course with someone this responsive, it's not that difficult to arouse."

"Is that a compliment?" She was already finding it difficult to breathe. She heard Kalyani gulp by her right ear; her palm was sweating.

"Very much so." His fingers moved to her ankles. "It's a pleasure to work on you."

"Could you . . . bring someone to . . . completion merely by touching their feet?" Kalyani asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

"Now that's a trade secret," the professor murmured, massaging Desirée's ankles and calves. He bent down to run his lips along the inside of her legs, slowly spreading them. She hissed on an intaken breath. Her nipples grew long and hard, blood darkening the aureoles. The smell of her flowing juices permeated the air.

"Very easy to arouse." He lowered his mouth to her inner thighs, just as he was massaging the backs of her knees. Desirée closed her eyes: enjoying the sensation of his lips and tongue working her soft flesh, she barely noticed the way he was spreading her legs, opening her vagina to his view. Already she knew his reputation was well deserved; if he was in the Top 5 of Guild courtesans, she briefly wondered when she'd meet the other four.

Kalyani's palm was sweating heavily from where it was clasped in hers; Desirée could feel her friend's breath hot on her neck and shoulder. 

Ssurhuk-T'at shifted his grip, stroking the back of her thighs as he pushed them higher. His long tongue caressed her legs, a pleasant counterpoint to the hardness of his lips. She whimpered, her gentle lassitude replaced by a hard urgency. Her left hand slid down her stomach, pressing against her hip. Beads of sweat formed on her flesh, a large drop rolling down the cleft of her taut, heaving stomach.

He propped her legs on his narrow shoulders, his thumbs pressing the muscle of her inner thigh right where it joined her hips. His lips and tongue slid closer to her aching pussy, breathed lightly on her dewy folds then back up the other thigh. She whined at his tender torture, her left hand clutching the sheets underneath her.

"So close, so very close now," he breathed on her dripping pussy.

"Oh God. Please, please, just . . . please!" 

He chuckled. "Well. If you insist." His lips encompassed her folds, his tongue burrowed inside her.

Desirée screamed, her hips rising off the bed then crashing down with the force of her orgasm. She whimpered in time with the waves of pleasure rippling from her hips. Her whimpers slowed and stopped, her slender body loose and relaxed.

"That was . . . incredible." Kalyani's face was flushed as she brushed Desirée's sweat-soaked hair from her friend's forehead. Desirée was panting from the aftermath, her face and body slick from her exertion.

"I cheated a little," Ssurhuk-T'at admitted. "She still has some Asmodii venom in her body and that's making her respond much more quickly to my technique." He watched Desirée carefully, waiting for any sign of movement, his 3-fingered hands making small circles around her hips and stomach.

The sandy blonde moved her head, murmuring. Ssurhuk-T'at smiled. "And so it begins again," he said, his hands starting to move with more urgency.

"Please, stop." Desirée ineffectually tried to move his hands away. "You can't."

"Oh yes, I can and so can you." His three eyes were wicked. His 12-inch tongue flickered out, caressed her vaginal lips and brushed her clit. She moaned and her hips briefly lifted in response. "By now, I probably know your body even better than you do. We have to get as much of that venom absorbed as we possibly can in one session. And besides, this is as much for Kalyani's benefit as it is for yours."

"Why?" Kalyani demanded, still holding Desirée's hand. A bead of sweat slid down her dark forehead. "What do you wish me to learn?"

Ssurhuk-T'at smiled at her. "First, the idea that sex is an art form: about giving and receiving pleasure, not just something to be endured."

Kalyani flushed, lowering her head. Ssurhuk-T'at nodded, his suspicions confirmed. "Second," he continued, "I want to give you some idea of how much pleasure a body can take, and it's a lot more than you might think." He briefly went back to caressing Desirée. She was no longer resisting his touch; her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, once again beginning that upward climb towards ecstasy.

"And third, " he spoke finally. "These are basic techniques that any Guild courtesan must learn, and can apply to virtually every race in the Confederation. You will pleasure a great many guests during your career, and not all of them will be males. So it's good to get a head start."

With that, he plunged his tongue deep into Desirée's wet pussy, making her arch her back. The long tongue slid around inside her, touching every part of her vaginal walls, leaving waves of pleasure wherever they passed. It plunged deeper than any man's penis had ever gone, sliding past her cervix and touching her womb. Desirée bucked her hips against his tongue, moaning uncontrollably. Her fingers pressed against the ridges of his head, pushing it against her hips.

Then, his tongue was gone. Desirée whined from the loss, but gasped when his fingers replaced his tongue in her pussy. His fingers flexed in a come-hither motion, stroking the upper wall of her vagina. Her legs, spread to allow him complete access, were trembling from the intense pleasure his touch was unleashing in her.

"Come down her, Kalyani, and see what I'm doing," Ssurhuk-T'at said softly. The Indian woman left Desirée's side and walked down to the foot of the bed to stand beside the alien professor. She trembled, a mix of fear and desire on her dark face.

"And . . . now," Ssurhuk-T'at said, licking Desirée's clit at odd intervals, making the blonde teen quiver in response." We find . . . her G spot." 

His fingers touched a place inside her. Desirée wailed in response, her hips just about leaving the bed. He slid up her body to hold her against him, his fingers still buried in her pussy. She screamed into his chest, more aroused than she ever thought she could be in her life. She could no longer tell if she was having multiple orgasms or just one gigantic climax. Every nerve in her body was alive, craving sensation, each touch and caress brought her higher and higher until she thought she'd have a heart attack. 




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 05



"Just a little more," he said, his three eyes watching the flailing teen intently. "Just a little . . . there." From where he lay against her, his chin resting on the top of her head, his long tongue flicked out and brushed her clit with a feather-like touch.

With one last scream, Desirée convulsed, her body overloaded by the sheer amount of pleasure Ssurhuk-T'at had given her. She squeezed him against herself, her body slick with sweat, and her own juices whimpering into his chest. After what seemed an age, her muscles finally relaxed and she fell back into the bed, shivering from the intense pleasure. He slowly removed his fingers from her pussy and she rolled over onto her side in the fetal position, panting.

"Once many beings have achieved orgasm, they often like to be enfolded in another's limbs after the act," Ssurhuk-T'at told Kalyani. "Desirée could use another human holding her right now."

The Indian woman nodded. She lay down next to the sandy blonde, turning her over and wrapping her arms around her. Desirée moaned, snuggling against her friend, her head pillowed on Kalyani's breasts, her eyes closed.

"So, Kalyani, what did you think of my demonstration?" Ssurhuk-T'at asked once the two had stopped moving.

Kalyani swallowed, her face flushed and sweaty at what she had just witnessed. "I . . . never knew a man . . . could pleasure a woman in such a way," she finally said. Her hand clutched her new sari, leaving sweat stains on the red and gold fabric.

The tall alien placed his hands under a nearby sonic cleanser. "Would you like to experience such pleasure for yourself?" he said, once he had finished cleaning his fingers.

Kalyani's mouth dropped open, her dark eyes wide. She stared up at him, not knowing what to say.

"You must learn to receive pleasure as well as give it," he told her. "I won't make this offer again."

She swallowed, still lost for words. 

"Try it, it's incredible." Desirée's voice was hoarse. She brushed Kalyani's hair back from her face. She could feel her friend's pulse racing. "I'll be here for you."

Kalyani looked at her friend, her dark eyes grateful. Then, looking back at Ssurhuk-T'at, she nodded quickly. 

The alien smiled down at her. "You're being very brave," he said. "I'll make sure you don't regret this. But you will have to remove all your clothes."

Despite her weakness, Desirée helped Kalyani strip. The Indian woman's skin was a deep chocolate colour, her body starting to fill out from rest and good food. Her breasts were large and pendulous, the nipples nearly black. Her waist was slender, spreading out to voluptuous hips.

After taking off all her clothes, Kalyani lay on her back, spreading her thighs as if about to perform a terrifying duty. Her pussy was unshaven, and dew was already sparkling in the curly hair around her folds.

"Why don't you hold her, Desirée?" Ssurhuk-T'at knelt between the Indian woman's thighs. "Be there for your friend."

As Kalyani had done for her before, Desirée slid her arm under Kalyani's neck and grasped her hand in her own. She squeezed Kalyani's shoulders, smiling at her encouragingly. Her pale skin made an appealing contrast to her friend's darker flesh, their breasts touching, Desirée's tits leaving sweat streaks on her friend's skin. Kalyani smiled nervously back at Desirée.

Once again, the froglike alien started stroking his way up the woman's legs. Kalyani's nervousness quickly faded: she relaxed and started softly moaning, her eyes closed. It didn't take long before she was writhing under Ssurhuk-T'at's capable hands, the musky smell of her arousal filling the air. Her hands ran over his shoulders, cupping his head where he licked at her pussy, her head tilting back, pushing into the pillow. She began emitting a series of high whimpers, her face slack from the sheer pleasure possessing her body.

Disentangling herself from her friend, Desirée slowly slid down the bed. Ssurhuk-T'at's penis was at full extension, the slender tool turning a dark purple. Choosing her moment carefully, she gently wrapped her fingers around his 12-inch shaft and licked the head.

Ssurhuk-T'at gasped, then looked over at Desirée's Cheshire Cat grin. "Not bad," he grinned back. "You have some talent."

Desirée gently stroked his twitching cock. "Only fair to return the favour," she said innocently, licking the head again for emphasis.

He sighed and his penis twitched again. "Very well. Try varying your touch a little," he instructed. "Use more of a gentle screwing motion with your hands." That said, he went back to eating Kalyani out.

Desirée experimented with the alien cock, judging her success by his responses. She quickly realized that a gentle screwing motion with her hands around his shaft, combined with sucking on his head got the best results. Soon muffled moans were emanating from where Ssurhuk-T'at was dining on Kalyani's muff.

Considering it was only the second penis she had ever tasted, Desirée couldn't say for certain but she thought his rod tasted much saltier than her first boyfriend's. It was slightly skinnier than Doug Masters', but at least three times as long. She sucked at it with a will, determined to impress the skilled Guild professor.

She started pushing his cock farther back into her mouth, sucking more of him in. It touched the back of her throat, and she splayed out her toes to inhibit her gag reflex. She swallowed a couple of times, trying to bring it back. Finally, the head of his penis slipped down her throat and she pushed forward, trying to deep throat his entire cock. Judging by the way he was moaning, she could tell she was getting him more and more aroused. Her nose brushed his pelvis and he shuddered, his cock twitching in her throat.

"I'm going to cum," he warned, gasping for breath as Kalyani screamed out her climax. "Oh yes, I'm going to . . . I'm so close . . . I'm going to . . . Aaaahhh!"

She pulled it out just in time. Green semen sprayed everywhere, dousing the bed and Desirée's taut belly. Ssurhuk-T'at groaned and convulsed, his head resting on Kalyani's belly, her hands cupping him close to her. Finally he subsided, his lean body stretched out on the bed.

"That was . . . incredible," Kalyani groaned. Her eyes were heavy-lidded with satisfaction, her body slick with sweat. "I never knew a man could pleasure me so. You are wonderful, Professor . . . Professor?"

Ssurhuk-T'at was dead to the universe, his three eyes closed and his breath buzzing through his open lips. 

"He must be exhausted from taking care of me," Desirée said, touching the lines on his alien face. She gently lifted off his glasses and placed them on the night table.

"He needs to rest," Kalyani said. "Do you think he can sleep with you?"

"Sure." Desirée and Kalyani cleaned up the mess from their lovemaking and arranged Ssurhuk-T'at more comfortably on the sickbay bed. Actually, Kalyani did most of the work since Desirée was still weak.

"Will you be all right?" Kalyani asked, arranging her sari so it hung properly. Desirée was back in bed, the sheets wrapped around her and Ssurhuk-T'at. 

"Oh yeah," she replied, his head resting on her bare shoulder, her left arm lying across his back. "You should go rest as well. You look like you need it."

Kalyani chuckled wickedly. Desirée started; it was the first time she had ever heard such a sound from the meek Dalit. 

"But such a wonderful tired it is," Kalyani said. She gently touched the alien's forehead. "He has given me a beautiful gift." She sighed happily. "I go now. You sleep, get well, my friend." She kissed Desirée on the cheek.

"You get some rest, too," Desirée replied, kissing her back. "I'll see you later."

"Farewell." Kalyani dimmed the lights, unlocked the door then closed it behind her. Desirée snuggled into the bed. Ssurhuk-T'at smelled of the ocean and his snores buzzed in her ear. After a few moments, she decided it wasn't unpleasant. Within minutes, she was fast asleep.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 06



Desirée was still feeling weak and achy when they finally disembarked on Galos IV. Bridget, Kalyani and she tried not to rubberneck as they walked from the space terminal to the ground car that would take them to the Guild Academy. The ground car was a cigar-shaped vehicle that rode on a monorail, but also had wheels for when it needed to leave the road. It was painted in the now-familiar Guild colours of red and gold.

The car was large enough to fit all 5 passengers. Once they were inside, Ssurhuk-T'at punched some buttons on the car's command console. Although the ground car had controls should anyone need to steer it, both the Academy professors were content to let the vehicle's autopilot do the work.

The main city of Galos IV had wide avenues liberally dotted with tall, strange looking trees. Desirée could see thousands of aliens walking on the boulevards as they passed. Although Galos IV was an atmosphere similar to Earth, the light was slightly different; the sky had more of a greenish cast. Most of the bizarre creatures wandering the sidewalks were air breathers, but she saw the occasional sealed skinsuit worn by an alien that breathed something other than oxygen.

Soon the silver ground car left the city, and locked on to a highway shaded by tall forests. The trees zipped by too quickly for Desirée to get a good look at them, but she quickly realized that they were nothing like the ones on Earth.

Eventually, they left the freeway and passed through several small cities, buildings and boulevards zipping past them. Desirée quickly lost track of all the twists and turns the vehicle took in order to reach its final destination.

Finally, they turned a corner and saw the Guild Academy, a sprawling group of buildings ringed by a high fence. A fountain threw sparkles of water into the air in front of the low red and gold building.

"Most of the Academy is underground," Veronica answered the girls' unspoken question. "There are several underground entrances as well. Even though the Guild is perfectly legal, many of our guests prefer to be discreet when using our services. Those towers," she pointed to the tall towers that dotted the building, "are landing zones for spaceships that carry those guests who cannot use our regular rooms." Desirée could see a small spaceship, very similar to the one that picked them up on Earth, take off and ascend to the heavens.

"Then why did we stop at the terminal instead of coming directly here?" Bridget asked.

"Because we wanted to show you something of Galos IV," Veronica replied. "Once you learn something about the planet and its customs, you will be allowed to leave the grounds and go into the city on weekends."

The vehicle pulled up in between the fountain and the front entrance. Ssurhuk-T'at pressed the release button for the hatch.

Just then, Veronica pressed a hand to her ear. She stopped for several seconds, listening to something only she could hear. 

"Professor Ssurhuk-T'at, could you escort the girls to the Assembly Room?" she finally said. "I must take this call."

"Certainly," the three-eyed alien said. "Ladies, if you will come with me?" 

The professor led them through the front entrance. Despite the somewhat daunting exterior, the inside of the Academy was more lavishly decorated and less institutional. The now-familiar smart chairs dotted the entrance, and the walls were decorated with paintings, featuring various aliens writhing with, and interpenetrating, one another in seemingly limitless combinations.

Bridget gasped and tried not to look at the lurid artwork, while Desirée tried not to get distracted. Some of the actions the alien creatures were performing seemed to violate basic laws of physics.

"We *are* an Academy of Courtesans," Prof. Ssurhuk-T'at said dryly. "This is part of the public area and these images are designed to get our guests in the proper frame of mind, you might say. The actual Academy halls are not as sumptuous but we are never allowed to forget what a large part of our mandate is." 

Ssurhuk-T'at pressed his palm to a scanner, and a door quickly irised open. "The Assembly Room is this way."

He led them down a long hallway that looked a lot more like the halls of a law school. The paintings changed: now they were holographic images of various creatures, sitting in formal repose. The only one they recognized was at the end: Veronica wearing a set of formal robes.

"Our Hall of Heads, so to speak," the alien professor said. "Signora Franco is, of course, our most recent headmistress of the Academy. Nearly all of them are female."

"Why is that?" Desirée asked.

He shrugged. "Not surprising, really. The vast majority of Guild Courtesans are female. The Guild is open to males, of course, " He touched his chest in emphasis. "But male courtesans are few and far between: about one in 500. We've found that females tend to have the better temperament for this kind of work." 

He led them through another door and into a lecture hall. About 180 alien creatures were already seated in smart chairs, facing the lecture podium. Desirée blinked at the different species that were represented: many were bipedal, albeit very different from human. One looked like a grey-skinned vampire, with pointed teeth, long black hair and an angular nose, while another resembled an elegant cross between a human and a swan. A third creature looked like a gigantic caterpillar and a fourth was a wisp of cloud. Gauging by their manner and clothing, all of them were female.

"Take your seats. Signora Franco will be with you shortly." Ssurhuk-T'at left them and walked towards the front of the hall, standing at the back of the low stage. Desirée sat down, the chair automatically adjusting to her physiology. Kalyani sat next to her, her dark eyes darting everywhere. The Indian woman was shaking with fear.

The door to the lecture hall irised open and Veronica walked through. Her face was grim as she ascended the low stage.

"Welcome to the Guild Academy," she said, standing at the podium. She spoke in Italian, which Desirée's UTD instantly converted into English. "For those of you who have not met me yet, I am Signora Franco and I am the headmistress of this school. You will meet your other professors in due course."

She pressed a button on her console. "I am currently downloading a map of the Academy plus your curriculum to your UTDs." Desirée saw reams of information scrolling across her retinas. "This download also contains where you will sleep and the name of your roommate." Desirée and Kalyani grinned at each other: they were sharing a room. Bridget was staring at the vampire woman with a look of ill-concealed horror.

"Before we go any further, I would like you to look to the student on your right, then on your left." Veronica's voice became sharper. "By the third year, at least one of you will no longer be a student at this Academy. You are the cream of the crop, and our job here is to ensure that only the cream of the cream will become Guild courtesans. This will be the toughest 3 years of your lives but by the end of it, you will have achieved the basis for a long and successful career. 

"Many former Guild courtesans have ascended to the highest levels of the Foreign Service and the Government. Many others have gone on to great success in other fields. If you make it through the next three years, that success may be yours but that success will cost: in sweat and hard work.

"That is all for now. You will now go over to Stores in order to get your Academy uniforms and your minicomputers. Your first class begins in an hour." 

The other students stood up and began walking out the west door, their UTD's automatically projecting a map on the inside of their retinas.

"May I have a moment, Desirée?" Veronica said as she walked past. "You too, Kalyani."

The headmistress waited until most of the other students had left before turning to the blonde teenager. "First off, I have the unpleasant duty of informing you that Meljahza escaped police custody earlier today."

"What?" Desirée was stunned. "How?"

Veronica grimaced. "I talked with Colonel Gordon of the Confederation Central Police Force; he believes an Asmodii ally suborned one of his police officers. I'll leave you to guess how it might have been done." 

Desirée nodded in horrified understanding: Asmodii venom was the only known aphrodisiac in the Confederation. Meljahza had used the venom on Desirée in a thwarted attempt to implant her fertilized eggs in the teen's body.

"That said," Veronica continued, "I highly doubt she will come after you. Every law enforcement and news agency on Galos IV has been alerted and the Academy is too well protected for any Asmodii fringe group to pull off a kidnapping here. The CCPF here has her image and DNA on file, so they'll know the moment she surfaces on this planet. 

"However, for the sake of security I must ask you to stay on the Academy grounds for as long as Meljahza's at large. We do not want to take any risks with your safety."

Desirée nodded, still shaken by the news. "I understand, Ma'am."

"Don't worry," Veronica smiled. "You'll be safe here. But I also have some good news for the both of you."

"What's that?" Desirée asked.

"You've both been approved for the F'lyat Treatments," the headmistress grinned broadly. "It dramatically slows the aging process. So remember when I said your useful years might be longer than you expected? That is why."

Desirée and Kalyani looked at each other, mystified. "By how much?" Desirée asked.

"It really depends on the patient," Veronica replied. "However, we've found that humans respond incredibly well to the Treatment. For instance: do either of you know how old I am?"

The two teens shook their heads. "I've always heard that you're never supposed to ask a woman's age," Desirée couldn't help saying.

Veronica chuckled. "I'll give you a hint." She paused for maximum effect. "I was born in 1546."

The two teen's jaws dropped.

"Granted, I have been in stasis for at least three hundred of those years," Veronica amended, "but that should give you an indication of just how well the F'lyat Treatments work with human physiology. You will start the treatments tomorrow. Now you had better run otherwise you'll be late for your first class."

"Yes, Ma'am," the two teens chorused, still stunned at the news. They left the lecture hall, not daring to look at each other.

***

Desirée put away the last of her things and straightened, rubbing the small of her back. The ache in her muscles had lessened, but it was still there. The first of the F'lyat treatments had been painful injections to her lower back; the size of the needles had terrified her.

She looked in the mirror above the dresser. She touched her face, wondering what changes the prolong treatments would bring. Of course there won't be a change, she thought to herself. That's the point.

The ache from those injections was compounded by an older set of ache in Desirée's muscles. She knew she still had to have a few more orgasms before the last of the Asmodii venom was purged from her system, but she had no idea when she would next have some privacy.

The small double room was sparsely furnished: a pair of beds, two desks and a shared dresser. But, wonder of wonders, it had its own bathroom with a shower section, a toilet, bidet and sink. Someone had clearly designed the bathroom to human specifications before the two girls had moved in.

"This is incredible!" Kalyani was bent over the sink, turning the faucets while holding her hand under the spout. Her face, as reflected in the mirror, held an expression of childish joy. The Indian woman blushed when she saw Desirée staring at her.

"I am sorry," she said shamefacedly. "I am a fool."

"Don't worry," Desirée soothed, picking up her toiletries bag. "I'd probably feel the same way if I was in your place."

"The water, it is so clean," Kalyani marveled. She ran cold water over her fingers, touched it to her lips. "I have never seen it so clear before."

Desirée smiled, setting out everything she needed for her last ever shave. "Enjoy it while you can. I have a feeling the Academy is going to work us really hard over the next 3 years." She shuddered, watching her class schedule scroll across her retinas. Her first class, Physical Education, started at 0700 and the last, Etiquette, ended at 1900. Galos IV ran on a 26-hour schedule and the two girls knew they'd need every hour they could get.

Kalyani shuddered as well. "I never knew how difficult it was to learn how to become a harlot," she said. "And what is this 'Physical Education'?"

"It's exercise, to keep us in good condition," the sandy blonde replied. "So we'll look as attractive as possible."

Kalyani nodded in understanding. "Do you wish me to leave this room?" she said, realizing what Desirée was doing.

"If you don't mind." She examined the sonic tooth cleaner. Luckily, it bore a similar enough relationship to her electric toothbrush that she quickly figured out the controls.

"What is this for?" Kalyani picked up the green bottle Desirée had purchased from Stores.

"It's a kind of epilatory." Desirée said. Catching her roommate's puzzled look, she hastened to explain. "Signora Franco suggested I buy some. She told me, after using that stuff once, that I'll never need to shave again."

Kalyani's green eyes went wide. "You shave?"

Desirée nodded. "I shave my armpits, my legs and . . . other parts." Although they had swiftly become good friends, Desirée wasn't totalle comfortable exposing herself to her new roommate.

"Really? " Kalyani paused. "I have heard that Western women do this to themselves. Do the men . . . of your culture like it when you shave?"

"Oh yeah. Guys make pretty nasty jokes about women who don't shave."

"What sort of jokes?"

Desirée paused for a moment, not sure what to say. "Really nasty ones," she finally said.

Kalyani nodded, her lips firmed as she came to a decision. "In that case . . . I must shave myself too. Will you teach me?"

"Umm . . ." Desirée's brain froze, not sure what to say. 

"Please?" Kalyani's face had a forlorn look. "You must help me. I do not know what I must do if I wish to be attractive like you."

"Umm . . . okay." Desirée hid her burning face behind her t-shirt. She wasn't ready to be quite so comfortable with the young Untouchable who was now her roommate. But Desirée remembered Signora Franco's request: going from Third World poverty in India to an advanced interstellar civilization was going to be rough for Kalyani, and she needed all the help she could get.

"First, I'll need to take a shower so I can get clean and soften my skin," Desirée said, sliding out of her clothes as casually as she could. It didn't help that her muscles still ached, and she was still in a state of semi-permanent arousal due to the Asmodii venom.

"Oh, I will join you!" Kalyani said. "I'll wash your back, like I used to do for my sisters back home." Her mouth dropped open when she saw her roommate dump her clothes on the floor. "No, Desirée my friend, you must not treat such fine clothes so callously!" She grabbed her roommate's discarded clothes and deftly folded them, placing them neatly on a smart chair.

Desirée was already in the shower. She switched the controls to the "H2O" setting and dialed in the temperature gauge. Warm water sluiced over her shoulders, plastering her sandy blonde hair to her shoulders, cascading over her breasts and belly, running through her pubic mound, through the cleft of her buttocks and down her thighs. She closed her eyes, leaning into the spray, feeling the warmth caress her aching body.

She heard Kalyani step into the shower behind her, closing the glasteel door. "Let me wash your hair for you, my friend," she said. 

Smiling despite herself, Desirée handed her the shampoo bottle. A few seconds later, she felt Kalyani's fingers work the shampoo into her hair. She sighed contentedly; it felt good. 

Maybe a little too good; Desirée could feel the ache in her pussy, the heat in her hips as her body announced its ceaseless craving for sex. She could feel the warm liquid sliding down her thighs, not sure if it was warm water or her natural lubrication. She silently told herself to calm down.

"Your hair is beautiful," Kalyani said, working the shampoo in her friend's hair into a thick lather. "It looks like hills above my village when the morning sun touches them. I wish I had hair as beautiful as yours."

"You do," Desirée replied. "Your hair is gorgeous."

"No, it is not," Kalyani replied. Desirée could hear the pain in her voice. "My hair and skin are too dark. I know the men of my village: they always stared after the lighter-skinned girls and they talked about the women in the Western magazines, what they would like to do to them. My husband," she choked back a sob, "he only thought my eyes were pretty. He thought the rest of me was ugly."

Desirée spun around. "Kalyani, no!" she said forcefully, grabbing her roommate's wrists. "Listen to me: if you weren't beautiful, Signora Franco and Professor Ssurhuk-T'at would never have brought you here. They think you're gorgeous and so do I. If your husband didn't think so, that just proves he was a jerk and not worthy of you. Understood?"

Spray glittered in Kalyani's eyelashes and her green eyes were bright with unshed tears. Her lower lip quivered. "You honestly think that I am beautiful?"

Desirée grinned. "When we're done with you, girl, you're going to be the hottest thing this side of the galaxy. Count on it."

Kalyani cried out, throwing her arms around Desirée, squashing their breasts together. "Oh thank you!" She sobbed tears of joy. "You are the most wonderful person I have ever met! We must always be friends!"

The sandy blonde gingerly hugged her back, not sure where to place her hands. She could feel every inch of Kalyani's voluptuous body pressed against hers, and every nerve in her body was quivering, demanding sex. She hoped Kalyani didn't notice the pungent scent of her arousal over the floral shampoo.

"Are you all right, my friend?" Kalyani pulled back, her hard nipples brushing against Desirée's, sending lightning bolts through her nerves. "You seem . . ." Then her face cleared with understanding. "Oh, it is the poison still in your body. It is all right. Do not worry." She gently patted Desirée's shoulder. "Come. Let me finish washing your hair."

Kalyani efficiently washed Desirée's hair then scrubbed her back. Desirée then returned the favour, firmly telling herself to keep her wandering fingers under control. It wasn't easy: under the influence of the Asmodii venom, Kalyani's bare back looked inviting with the warm water flowing over her chocolate skin and running in channels over the pert mounds of her buttocks. When she raised her arms, Desirée could see the firm globes of her breasts, glowing with health and beauty. Desirée tried to keep her breathing calm and regular.

Once she was done, the two girls rinsed themselves. Kalyani sneaked several glances at her friend, understanding the strain Desirée was under.

Finally, Desirée picked up the safety razor and canister of shaving foam. "The foam is there to make the shaving easier," she explained, rubbing the slick blue foam on her armpits. With several quick swipes of the razor, she shaved the stubble from under her arms, leaving them hairless and soft. She ran a finger along her armpit, making sure there were no hairs left, and ignoring the thrill it gave her. Even her armpits were now erogenous zones!

"Now I'm going to shave my legs," Desirée said, suiting actions to words. That done, she sat down in the shower, spreading her thighs.

"You shave there, too?" Kalyani said, her eyes wide with shock.

Desirée nodded. "It's expected," she said, drawing the skin taut so that she wouldn't cut herself.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 06



"But you leave the hair above," Kalyani said, touching the landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy. "Why is that?"

She chuckled, trying to ignore the thrill that casual touch brought out in her. "Some guys like a totally shaved pussy, but I think it's kind of creepy myself."

"I understand," the young Dalit replied, her face still showing confusion.

Desirée scrambled to her feet. "Now it's your turn." 

She picked out a fresh razor and pumped a fresh dollop of foam onto her palm. "Lift your arms." She then spread the foam across Kalyani's underarms, matting the silky hairs plastered to her wet skin. 

"Hold the skin taut," Desirée instructed, trying to disguise the strain in her voice. Her own fingers pressed the soft flesh of her roommate as she shaved Kalyani's pits. It was an incredibly intimate act: her face was close to Kalyani, inhaling the scent of clean, healthy body, her fingers feeling the heat from her roommate's voluptuous breasts. She could feel Kalyani's breath on her face, the tension singing in the air as the wickedly sharp razor carved swathes of smooth skin, removing both body hair and foam from her armpits. At one point, Desirée's finger brushed Kalyani's nipple; they both gasped from the contact.

"Allow me," Kalyani said when Desirée knelt to apply foam to her roommate's legs. "This must be very difficult for you."

"It's all right," she protested. "I don't want you hurting yourself. I'll be fine." She smiled reassuringly at her friend.

Shaving Kalyani's legs was marginally easier, but Desirée's gaze kept straying to the wet pussy, just inches from her face, with its mat of dark, curly hair. She could feel the hard muscles of Kalyani's thighs twitch under velvet soft skin. Once the foam had been shaved off, Desirée ran her fingers along each leg, to ensure that all the hairs had been removed. She took her time, telling herself she was being thorough. Kalyani watched her friend do this, her eyes dark with sympathy. The scent of Desirée's arousal was heavy in the humid air.

"You," Desirée blushed again when she was forced to clear her throat. "You'll need to sit down and spread your legs so that I can shave you there."

"I understand." Kalyani gently squeezed Desirée's shoulder before sitting down. She then spread her legs, resting them on the lip of the shower, her hands clasping her thighs just below her knees. She was now completely exposed, open to her friend's sight. 

Desirée reached for the shaving foam. "Do you want a strip like mine, or something else?"

Kalyani thought for a moment. "I would like it all off, please," she finally said.

Trying to think platonic thoughts, Desirée rubbed more shaving lotion onto her friend's mound, making sure it was completely covered. Feeling her friend's hot breath on her face (or was it another blush?), Desirée then took the straight razor and, pulling on the soft skin to keep it taut, shaved off part of her pudenda.

Only Kalyani's breathing betrayed any tension as Desirée shaved her most intimate parts. She closed her eyes briefly when the razor slid close to the dark lips of her pussy. Desirée knew what she was doing, and not a drop of blood beaded the chocolate skin. Her fingers however twitched whenever they came in contact with Kalyani's folds and the Dalit flinched when Desirée's thumb brushed the hood of her clit.

It was finally done, and Desirée leaned back with a sigh of relief. "How does that feel?" she said, smiling nervously.

"It is very strange," Kalyani replied, running her fingers over her bare pelvis. "It feels very different and–"her breath caught, "and very sensitive as well."

"That's one of the advantages," Desirée said, deliberately not looking at her roommate caress herself. Even dunking her head under the shower didn't relieve the heat in her face. "Now, we should–"

"Wait." Kalyani caught her wrist. "You are in torment."

"I'm fine," Desirée said, flushed with embarrassment and desire. "I just need to–"

"It is the poison," her roommate said, placing her palm on her friend's plump cheek. Desirée shuddered with the contact and a fresh flood seeped from her pussy. "You are in pain, my friend. You are going mad with desire. Let me help you."

"I shouldn't . . . please . . ." Desirée didn't resist as Kalyani gently pulled her down. Tears ran down her face from embarrassment, even as her body cried out for Kalyani's touch.

"You have done so much for me," Kalyani soothed. Desirée moaned when their breasts touched, Kalyani's soft mounds sliding across her aching nipples. "Allow me to help you in return."

"It's too much," Desirée moaned. "I can't . . ."

"Ssshhh. It is never a burden to help a friend." Kalyani lowered her to the shower floor, cradling her in her arms like a baby, brushing her sandy blonde hair away from her face. Desirée's violet eyes stared up at her, humiliation dissolving into lust. Her fingers stroked Kalyani's chocolate skin, her thumb brushing Kalyani's wet breast.

"Besides," Kalyani smiled nervously. "If it is my fate to become a harlot, I must learn to be the best harlot I can possibly be." She lowered her mouth, leaving soft kisses down Desirée's breasts and belly.

Desirée cried out softly, surrendering to her body's need. This felt very different from her previous experiences. Her first boyfriend, Doug Masters, didn't have a clue what he was doing, figuring that simply sticking his cock in her pussy would send her into paroxysms of delight. The Asmodii renegade Meljahza had been about dominance, bending Desirée to her will so that she could commit the ultimate violation. Ssurhuk-T'at was highly skilled and gentle, but he was teaching as much as he was caressing. But Kalyani was helping a friend, knowing that her touch would help Desirée recover from the Asmodii venom still coursing through her veins. 

Kalyani's touch was tentative – she wasn't sure what he was doing – but she was gentle and attentive, closely monitoring her friend's reactions, concentrating on a particular part of Desirée's body if she realized her friend liked it.

Desirée shuddered and moaned when Kalyani's fingers slid along the inside folds of her labia. She arched her back when Kalyani's tongue tentatively touched her clit, a sudden orgasm rippling through her taut body. It was quick and sudden, but she still wanted more. Kalyani, realizing Desirée's need, kept licking at her clit, her fingers prising open the soft lips of her pussy, her wet hair a curtain on Desirée's thighs. 

Desirée reached for Kalyani's leg, pulling it toward her. A large part of her was incapable of lying back and letting her friend pleasure her; she needed to return the favour, to help Kalyani feel as good as her friend made her feel. Kalyani resisted for a moment, looking back at her Desirée, not sure what she wanted.

"Trust me," Desirée whispered. Kalyani relaxed, letting Desirée pull her hips toward her waiting mouth. Her fingers caressed Kalyani's thighs, feeling the silken flesh over hard muscle. Kalyani's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her fingers at Desirée's pussy slowed, became spasmodic. Desirée eyed Kalyani's dark pussy, running her fingers along the folds, watching the shower water mix with her pussy juices, making jewel sparkles in the smooth skin above her sex. Kalyani's clitoris was emerging from its hood, dark and engorged. 

Even in her need, Desirée was still nervous. She had never had sex with another woman before. She didn't know how it would taste, if she could pleasure her friend the way Kalyani was pleasuring her. Then, quickly before she changed her mind, she lifted her head and kissed Kalyani's pussy, her tongue swirling the hard nub, the tangy taste of her juices washed away by Desirée's saliva.

Kalyani squealed in shocked pleasure, her head rising. Then, remembering herself, she went back to eating Desirée's pussy, attacking it more aggressively, making little mewling sounds. Responding to the pressure of Desirée's hands and mouth, Kalyani shifted her position until her thighs were on each side of Desirée's head in the classic 69 position. Her hands clasped Kalyani's buttocks, pulling herself up so that she could feast on the wet opening above her, running her tongue along the slit, burying it inside her pussy before withdrawing it and sliding back to suck on her clitoris. 

Although Desirée had never been with another woman before, she had masturbated herself enough times that she understood what to do with her friend. She could feel a current of electricity running from her own pleasured pussy, running from her hips to her breasts, rubbing against Kalyani's taut belly, up her neck and into her mouth and reaching through to the clit she was stimulating. Water cascaded down from the shower, mixing with the sweat that coated the gasping, thrusting teens. Their whimpers of pleasure echoed off the tiled walls.

Desirée's fingers slid inside Kalyani's pussy, causing it to buck against her hand. Kalyani's whimpers changed to full on moans, the movement of her hips became harder, more galvanic. She was so close to completion, and a part of Desirée was wondering if they were going to achieve that rarest of goals: simultaneous orgasm. She could feel her own building inside her, rising to that point of no return.

"Mmm, mmm, " Kalyani raised her head, her entire body locking up. "Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh!" She collapsed against Desirée, muscles no longer able to support her weight, moaning incoherently, cum spraying out from her spasming pussy, drenching Desirée's face. Desirée, realizing that Kalyani was too far gone to continue, reached down to fondle her own clit, to try and bring herself to completion. She could feel Kalyani's hot breath against her thighs, the moaning turning to pants. 

It took a few moments for Desirée's clit to respond to the new sensation but she could feel the slow climb beginning again, the feeling building within her body. It was harder and deeper again, the temporary lull only making the peak higher and harder. Desirée knew this next orgasm was going to be a monster; she could feel it in every fiber of her being. Her hips lifted to meet it, biting her lower lip to stop from screaming.

A hand pushed Desirée's fingers away. Kalyani's lips wrapped around her pussy again, tongue lashing the engorged clit. Desirée tilted her head back, eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent scream. The tension was unbearable, rising even higher. Her body quivered with the force that was preparing to shoot through her, wondering if it would split her apart.

The dam burst. Desirée's taut body convulsed in an earth-shattering orgasm, her hands white-knuckled on Kalyani's hips while her friend's mouth sucked in her juices. Desirée's hips jerked away from Kalyani, flopping on the shower floor, rolling over to curl up in the fetal position, ragged breaths filling her lungs as if they had forgotten how to breathe. Her overheated body could feel Kalyani's press up against hers, wrapping around her. They lay spooned together, the shower still sluicing down upon them. 

Desirée opened her eyes. She didn't know how long she had been there with Kalyani pressed against her, but her muscles needed to stretch. She sat up, the water still coming down on them. Kalyani sat up as well, her green eyes questioning.

"We should finish what we were supposed to do," Desirée said simply, reaching for the green bottle of epilatory fluid. Kalyani nodded.

Slowly, carefully, not sure if her muscles could support her weight, Desirée smeared the lotion under her armpits, along her legs and along the sides of her hips, careful to keep it away from her pussy. She then spread it on Kalyani, equally as careful not to get it anywhere sensitive.

She could feel a mild burning sensation from the lotion as it worked under her skin; according to the instructions on the bottle, that was normal. The two teens endured it stoically, knowing that they would never have to shave again.

Five minutes later, they rinsed the lotion off, sending the green liquid down the drain. Then, legs still trembling, they stood up, turned off the shower and dried off, preparing for bed.

"Desirée?" Kalyani asked while her friend was finishing brushing her teeth. "What are we now?"

The sandy blonde looked in the mirror to see Kalyani's reflection. The Indian woman was wearing her as a dress, tied above her cleavage. Her long hair was brushed down her back.

Desirée put away her sonic tooth cleaner after running her tongue over her incredibly clean teeth; her electric toothbrush had become obsolete. "We're best friends," she said, tightening the knot in her blue silk dressing gown. Her hair had been tied in twin braids for sleeping. "We're roommates and, if we study hard enough, we're going to be Guild courtesans."

Kalyani smiled. "Yes, we will be best friends always." They hugged, the tension leaving the room, Desirée feeling her friend's smile against her cheek. They held each other for several seconds then parted, still smiling. They left the bathroom together, the light winking off when the sensor realized there were no longer beings in the room. The two went to their separate beds, Desirée setting the alarm for 0600. Kalyani pulled off the towel before sliding between the sheets, her nude body gleaming in the light.

Desirée slipped on a t-shirt and panties before sliding into her own bed. She then rolled over and turned out the light, plumping her pillow to make it more comfortable. She then burrowed under the covers, preparing to sleep.

"Good night, Kalyani," she said, yawning. "Sleep well."

"Good night, Desirée," Kalyani's voice was warm but sleepy. "My friend."

Desirée smiled in the darkness before sleep claimed her.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 07



Desirée stared at the computer screen, looking for any possible mistakes in her last answer. At the top right-hand corner of her screen, the minutes counted down until the end of her Interplanetary Law exam. She had answered all the questions as best she could but, after 12 exams in the last week alone, exhaustion had become a major factor. She had already corrected an embarrassing mistake in one of her essays, that might have resulted in a failing grade if she hadn't spotted it. She rubbed her red-rimmed eyes, trying to find any other slip-ups.

Three years later, and the changes in Desirée were remarkable. At age 21, she knew she was in the best physical condition of her entire life, thanks to a constant regimen of exercise. She also had never before been so exhausted in her entire life. Her sandy blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore no makeup; she was too busy studying to even think about her appearance in the past three weeks. Other than the gray and tension of too much work and not enough sleep, she had the soft roundness of a woman in her late teens. Irritatingly enough, those plump cheeks -- the bane of her childhood -- still refused to go away.

"Don't you worry, my dear," Signora Veronica Franco, the headmistress of the Academy had laughed when Desirée had sourly commented on them once. "One day you'll be glad of those soft cheeks."

Desirée wore a figure-hugging dress in the Guild colours of red and gold, the patch over her left breast denoting her student status. It had a low neckline and short sleeves, leaving her rounded arms bare and the hem was about her mid-thigh, allowing plenty of leg to show. Red and gold pumps gave her ass a slight lift while still remaining comfortable to walk in. She had designed her outfit herself to show off what she felt were her best assets.

There were only 122 Guild students in the examination room poring over their screens, down from the 183 who had enrolled in the Academy nearly 3 years ago. Bridget had flunked out spectacularly in their first year, and many others had left over the course of their schooling. Desirée knew that Bridget had been sent back to Earth, her memory altered and a significant sum of money placed in her bank account to show that she had worked overseas teaching English to Korean students. Kalyani had barely managed to hang on, passing her courses and staying Desirée's neighbor after they got separate rooms for their second and 3rd years. They both knew that it was mainly due to the other's support that they had managed to get through the grueling training.

"There is now one minute remaining in your examination," a soft computerized voice spoke. "One minute remaining." 

Desirée swallowed a groan: stretching her abused back, she tried to concentrate on her revision. She changed a sentence to make it more coherent, split a paragraph in two. She struggled to keep her mind on her exam, fighting the fatigue poisons in her brain.

There are now 10 seconds remaining in your examination," the soft voice spoke. "Ten seconds remaining."

Desirée's nose was nearly touching the screen in her haste to ensure her answers were as good as she could make them. The words ran together, no longer making any sense. Should she alter that second paragraph? Perhaps she should try answering that question again--

The screen went blank. Desirée gulped, too shocked to scream. "The exam is now over and the files have been collected," the computerized voice intoned. "Please turn off your computers and vacate the examination room."

She slumped, closing her eyes, her forehead pressed against the monitor screen. Good or bad, there was no longer anything she could do about it. She stood up and stretched to relieve the tension in her body. She bit back a yawn, nodding at her fellow students as they filed by her. Many smiled back, but most were too shell-shocked by the sheer volume of work they had just gone through to respond. 

Not for the first time, she wondered why an aspiring courtesan needed to know about Interplanetary Law. But there was a very good reason why the course was mandatory at the Academy. Even though paid companionship (a polite term for prostitution) was legal in the Intergalactic Confederation, some planets had strict rules about the practice, and others only allowed it begrudgingly. Not only that, some civilizations equated it with slavery, which meant courtesans technically had no legal rights on those planets. That was something she needed to be aware of, should she journey to other systems for work.

In addition to the ramifications to her chosen profession (whether it would choose her was still up for debate), many of her future clients -- or "guests" as they were always referred to -- were law professionals themselves. Since being a good courtesan meant being conversant on a staggeringly wide range of topics, being able to discuss the nitty-gritty of her guest's profession was a major asset.

Rolling her shoulders, Desirée picked up her bag and walked towards the front of the hall, and the door that irised open for them.

"How did you do?" Kalyani stepped up beside her, squeezing her best friend in a one-armed hug. Kalyani's head was level with Desirée's chin. Kalyani wore a sari markedly similar to the voluminous garment she wore when they first met, but now in the Guild colours. However, Kalyani had devised some cunning differences: the outer layer was sheer, hinting at the voluptuous body beneath, and she could remove it easily. 

Late last year, Desirée and she had devised a way of taking off her outfit, similar to the Dance of the Seven Veils, that would allow Kalyani to remove the sari while tantalizing her guest. Ssurhuk-T'at, their professor for Interspecies Sexuality, had smiled his approval when Kalyani had demonstrated the dance for him.

Okay, I guess." The blonde smiled, returning Kalyani's hug. They stepped out into the main hall of the Academic Quadrangle. "Either way, it's out of our hands. How about you?"

Kalyani groaned. "I could not concentrate, I was so tired. "Her face was drawn and there were dark circles under her green eyes. "I do not know how I will get through the next exam."

"Luckily for you, Kalyani, it's your last," a voice spoke behind them. "It's also a pass/fail."

Desirée turned, smiling at the tall, froglike alien wearing the uniform of a senior Courtesan. Professor Ssurhuk-T'at was her favourite instructor at the Academy, despite being the toughest marker she ever had.

Good morning, sir," she said. "Can you tell us anything about the test?" Unusually, none of the students knew when and where their final exam, for Interspecies Sexuality, would take place.

"Good morning to you too." Ssurhuk-T'at's three eyes glinted behind his spectacles and his lips twitched. It was clear he was fond of the two human students, although it never affected how he marked their work.

"It will be a practical examination," he said. "You will entertain a guest at a location and time that I will give you shortly. There is no time limit on how long you need to take to entertain your guest, but your grade will solely depend on your guest's satisfaction afterwards. He, she or it will be asked to evaluate your abilities, and it will be that evaluation which will determine whether or not you will be offered a place in the Guild.

"This is by far the most important exam you will ever have," he said, all humour leaving his face. "Your entire future depends on how well you entertain that guest. You will either pass, or fail, and there are no retries. Is that understood?"

Both Desirée and Kalyani nodded soberly. 

"Good. Here are the necessary details." He passed them both a data card. Their UTD's immediately processed the information on the chip, the details of their assignment scrolling across their retinas. Irritatingly, there were blank spaces where the guest's race, gender and known preferences would normally be outlined.

"But since I'm not completely heartless," he grinned, "I've allowed you a six hour period of rest and relaxation before your tests. However, I advise you to spend the time wisely. Good luck."

He walked down the hall. Desirée and Kalyani stared at each other.

"Do you think it would be wise if we spent part of that time sleeping?" Kalyani said tentatively when the professor was out of earshot. 

Desirée nodded. "I think so," she said. "I don't know about you but I'm ready to fall over. It would really suck if I fell asleep while entertaining a guest."

Kalyani giggled. "Then we must move quickly if we wish to get enough rest."

"Works for me." They quickly walked to the bank of elevators that would take them down to the dormitories.

***

Desirée leaned towards her mirror, applying a neutral yet pleasing shade of lipstick. She felt a lot better after her 4-hour nap but it still wasn't enough. She wanted to sleep for a week, but she needed to prepare for her final exam. She had painted her nails the same colour as her lipstick, and her hair was still damp from the shower.

While she prepared herself, snatches of information pulsed through her mind: the Mantralth keep their sexual organs in their kneecaps, the Tekkamaru in their tongues . . . 

Her makeup done, she slipped off the towel she wore, giving herself a critical eye in the mirror. Her body was taut and rounded, her perky breasts standing straight out. She was in peak physical condition, her ribs visible but not jutting out. Desirée turned slightly to the side, lifting her heels from the floor to present her hips and ass in a more pleasing manner. She slid her hands over her slender frame, tweaking her nipples so they would stand out more. 

She briefly considered pleasuring herself in order to get in the right frame of mind, but discarded the idea. Some races found the smell of human arousal tantalizing; others found it repulsive. She knew all the entertainment rooms in the Guild Hall were well stocked with various artificial lubricants in case the guest didn't wish to smell their courtesan's fluids. 

Butterflies mated in her taut belly. Penetrating, and being penetrated by, alien races no longer held any terror for her but Desirée knew how important this exam was to her future career. In the three years she had spent at the Academy, the idea of becoming a Guild courtesan had assumed greater importance. It was not only the intercourse -- not just sexual, but verbal and mental -- with other races she enjoyed, but the notion that she would have a place in the Intergalactic Confederation, a place that could act as a springboard to a larger career. No matter what she would do in the future, Earth could never be large enough to contain her ambitions.

She dressed herself carefully to get her mind off her nerves then gave herself one last look in the mirror. Whether she looked attractive or hideous, it would have to do. She turned and walked out of her room, placing her thumb on the scanner to lock the door behind her.

***

This was the place. She stood in front of the door that only had a pressure lock and a number on the face. This was where she had to pleasure an unknown alien in order to become a member of the Guild. She was a minute early: good in that she wouldn't be late for this most important of exams, but bad because it only made her nerves worse.

She took a deep breath to calm herself and control her shaking knees. Bizarrely enough, the singing tension had caused her to become aroused; she could feel the heat pooling in her hips, the lips of her pussy becoming swollen and wet. Her palms were sweating: she wanted to wipe them on her dress but didn't want to stain the red and gold fabric. 

The outfit was new: she had found it in her room when she returned from her Interplanetary Law exam. Even though it was identical to the uniform she had designed for herself, there was one major difference: the patch over her left breast no longer said she was a student. Professor Ssurhuk-T'at's briefing specifically said that the guest was not allowed to know that she was not a full courtesan or that she would be evaluated on her skills after the entertainment.

Desirée briefly closed her eyes, fighting the urge to turn tail and run. This was her final exam, the one on which everything else would depend. It was time. Her thumb pressed against the scanner lock and the door irised open.

A wave of dry heat rolled over her as she stepped through the open door. The door closed behind her; she blinked her eyes and stood still, trying to adjust to the darkness. Even after her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could barely see half a foot in front of her.

"Greetings, sir, madam or neuter," she nervously called out the traditional greeting. "My name is Desirée. How may I entertain you?"

A quartet of red eyes suddenly glowed in the near darkness. "Come in," a dusty dry voice spoke. "Mind the stairs."

"Of course . . . sir," she said, fairly sure she knew what sex it was. That deep tone of command could have only come from a male. Going mostly by feel, she descended the stairs. The four red eyes stared at her, unblinking.

The heels of her shoes sank into sand when she reached the bottom of the stairs. Taking off the red shoes, she held them in her right hand, her eyes trying to pierce the gloom. The helplessness of her situation didn't quiet her nerves; she knew the Guild was tracking her through her UTD and would send in a squad should there be trouble, but she still had no idea what this creature wanted from her.

"What manner of being are you, Guild Courtesan?" 

"I-I'm a human female, sir," Desirée replied. She could still see nothing of the creature. She heard a dry hissing sound; her breath caught in her throat.

"You are frightened?" The voice sounded amused.

"I am simply not sure what you wish of me, sir," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Ah." It sounded amused. "I can taste your nervousness. You wish to do well. You are a student at the Academy, are you not?"

The blood drained from Desirée's face. That was the one thing Ssurhuk-T'at had impressed upon her never to reveal, and this unknown alien had already figured it out. "I," she swallowed, "I'm afraid I . . . can't discuss that."

The creature chuckled dryly. "It is all right, youngling," it said. "I guessed that might have been the case when your Guild Office offered me a discount. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you, sir," she said. The release of tension brought a fresh wave of heat through her body. "Would you like me to get you something to drink?"

"There is no need," the creature replied. "Are you wearing some kind of body wrapping?"

"Yes, sir."

"Remove it."

"Yes, sir." Going by feel, she found a smart chair by the wall. She carefully placed her shoes on the chair and started removing her dress. She wore no bra underneath; she could feel a warm breeze across her sensitive nipples. Once the dress had joined her shoes, she bent over to take off her red thong.

She finally stood straight up, completely naked. She heard a dry hiss as her guest circled her. She fought to control her fear. She was beginning to deduce what this creature was, and it wasn't good.

"You are a female of your species?" the voice asked. "Show me your sexual organs."

She adjusted her stance so that her feet were a shoulders' width apart. "Right here, sir," she said, pointing at her vagina. "My mouth is also capable of giving pleasure as well." She fought to control her breathing; her heart was hammering in her ears.

"Interesting. And this hole here?" From out of nowhere, a finger slid between her ass cheeks and touched her puckered star, making her flinch.

"That is for excreting waste," Desirée replied, embarrassed at divulging her body's functions. "It can also be used to receive sexual organs although this is not its main function."

"I see." There was a moment of silence. "You have a fascinating scent." Something brushed her vaginal lips. "It comes from your main sex organ, I believe."

"Th-thank you, sir," Desirée replied. "During mating, my body secretes a natural lubricant to facilitate the act. That is the source of the scent."

"Intriguing. How do you make more of this lubricant?"

"By receiving stimulation, or by stimulating myself, sir." She clutched her hands together to control her nervousness.

"There is a bed behind you. Stimulate yourself for me."

Hands outstretched, moving solely by feel, Desirée found the low bed in the corner of the room. She lowered herself to it, rolling on her back, her sandy blonde hair spread out around her. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, trying to summon a fantasy to get her body in the mood.

She lightly touched her shoulders, fingertips brushing her skin. She could feel the tiny soft hairs standing at attention, preparing for that soft climb to ecstasy.

She slid her slender fingers down, circling her breasts, running along the ridges of her ribs. From there, her fingertips began a slow inward spiral, caressing the soft flesh of her breasts, circling towards her hardening nipples. She breathed deeply, her lower face slack, eyes still closed, rubbing her cheek against the sim-silk pillow under her head. Her thighs rubbed together, already slick with her juices, the lips of her pussy purple and engorged. 

Her fingers brushed her nipples and she moaned, tilting her head back. Although she knew she was putting on a show for her mysterious guest, it wasn't difficult to arouse herself. The darkness helped; floating in a sea of pleasure, she could forget her surroundings and concentrate on her needs.

"Mmmm." Her hands stroked and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, mouth open, before sinking back onto the bed, writhing from her own caresses. Her hands slid down her firm stomach, brushing her hipbone, before parting her soft thighs. She brought her legs up, spreading them to show the creature her waiting sex. The scent of her juices permeated the room; she thought she could hear her alien guest purr. 

She ran her hands along the inside of her thighs, sliding upwards towards her waiting pussy. She lightly brushed the puffed lips before stroking her stomach and breasts, tweaking the nipples. She moaned from the sensation, her body heating up from her caresses. A 3-fingered hand briefly touched her leg, drifted from her knee to her inner thigh, then it withdrew.

Her fingertip touched her clitoris. An electric shock jolted through her entire body. She bit her lower lip, the gentle foothills of arousal turning into that steep climb towards climax. She rolled the hard nub between her fingers, slick from her juices, feeling it slide out from underneath the hood. She was whimpering constantly now, her muscles tensing, her belly heaved as she gasped for air. She panted for air, pushing her fingers down into her channel, briefly touching the place between her vagina and her anus, then plunging deep inside her folds.

Her stomach muscles contracted, bringing her shoulders off the bed. Waves of pleasure surged through her tense frame, hips bucking against her fingers violating her most intimate place. Her mouth was open; eyes squeezed shut. Her face was a rictus of mingled pleasure and pain: pleasure at what she was doing to herself, pain from her body's need to come. Her whimpers were now cries, her shoulders were hunched forward, squeezing her breasts between her arms. That same hand slid between her tits, stroking the soft flesh of her cleavage, then slid away. 

With a long wail, Desirée climaxed, her locked muscles suddenly loosening with the force of her orgasm. Her head fell back against the pillow, gasping for air, enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over her. She rubbed her cheek against the pillow, the sim-silk soothing her sensitive nerves. 




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 07



"You have a most intriguing scent," the creature said. A pair of hands grasped her spread ankles. She could feel the creature's body slide between her legs, moving up her body, its hands just above her shoulders, propping it above her. "Tell me: do you taste as good as you smell?"

Desirée opened her eyes. She fought the urge to scream. Her alien guest was visible to her now, his red eyes less than a foot away from her own. It was a Naghra, a creature that closely resembled a snake but with long arms on the upper portion of its body. Its face reminded her of a sculpture she had once seen, one that speculated what a dinosaur might look like if it had evolved into a bipedal shape. Without thinking, her legs came together, but his body was in the way, so she only grasped the creature between her thighs.

"Do I frighten you?" The Naghra swayed over her, its two pairs of eyes glaring into hers.

"N-no, you merely startled me, sir," Desirée replied, trying to get her fear under control. The reason for her fear was basic. She'd had a horror of snakes from early childhood, when a friend had dared her to watch Raiders of the Lost Ark when she was only six years old. Much like Indiana Jones, she'd been terrified of the creatures since then, and now she had to pleasure one for her final exam.

"Am I unattractive to your eyes?" 

"Not at all." Desirée lowered her gaze. "I am here to entertain you, sir," she said. She deliberately lifted her arms over her head, clutching the slotted headboard, allowing him full access to her body. "If you have any wishes, please communicate them to me so that I may properly serve you."

It chuckled. She could feel the long body sliding against hers, the hardness of his cock rubbing her right thigh, a wetness against her left. Unlike a snake, the Naghra was a mammal that reproduced sexually. It was a hot world creature, which explained the heat in the room.

Despite her nervousness, she could feel herself respond to his caresses; his inner scales were surprisingly soft against her hips and belly. She closed her eyes as its forked tongue flickered on her breasts, sliding around her ribcage. His long hands slid down her skin, the caress ending when it clutched the smooth globes of her ass. 

"I like your taste," the Naghra said. "Is it true that you humans can mate literally at any moment?"

"Not while we're asleep, sir," she said, taking a risk.

He threw his head back, hissing with laughter. "I find you acceptable, human student. Try to relax: I would like to touch you further."

"As you wish, sir." She felt its hands caressing her legs, moving up her inner thighs. She closed her eyes again, letting herself enjoy the sensation of being touched by the snakelike creature. A hand slid along her intimate folds, making her gasp.

"Interesting," the Naghra said. "This pleases you?"

"Yes, sir," she managed to say. His hand went back to caressing her labia, brushing against her clit. She hissed on an indrawn breath. The combination of heat, latent terror and arousal was doing strange things to her body. She knew she needed little recovery time; if the situation was right, she could climax less than 5 minutes after her previous orgasm.

Desirée flinched when she felt his nose against her pussy. "Your genitals are excreting even more fluid," the Naghra observed. "Do you know if it is poisonous to my kind?" 

She fought to concentrate. "I don't believe so, sir. But . . . should you have any adverse reactions, there's a panic button I can press at near the head of this bed. A medical team will be here immediately, and I'm trained in basic First Aid techniques."

"That is useful," he said dryly. "However, having inadvertently poisoned your guest would not be good for your final grade, would it?"

"No, sir." She tried to laugh through a sudden wave or terror. As if she didn't have enough worries, now she was going to wonder if she'd blow her exam by killing her first guest.

"Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained." His head dipped, and his tongue slid along her channel. Desirée moaned, her shoulders briefly rising from the bed. His tongue was velvet against her intimate folds, instinctively knowing just where to touch her. It slid between her folds, briefly touching her clitoris before plunging into her depths. Desirée clutched the headboard with both hands, trying not to scream. His tongue was all over her vaginal walls, licking everywhere. Desirée was lubricating furiously, her breath harsh, her breasts heaving from the sensation.

Finally, the Naghra lifted his head. His red eyes seemed brighter than usual in the darkness. "Very, very good, human student. I like your taste very much."

Desirée fought to keep her composure. "Is there any way I can . . . pleasure you the way you are pleasuring me?" she gasped.

His head swayed for a moment. "Of course." His voice was slurred. "Turn yourself around."

She nodded. He wanted to sixty-nine. She squirmed underneath the Naghra, positioning herself so that her feet were against the headboard and her nose was pressed against his long body. She had barely reached the position when he attacked her folds again, his tongue and fingers plundering her pussy. She gasped against his body, her fingers blindly searching for his cock.

His penis was about 5 inches long, but surprisingly thick. Her fingers closed around it, just before her lips kissed the tip. He groaned into her pussy, his hands squeezing her ass, bringing her hips closer to his face, making obscene slurping sounds as he feasted on her. She could feel her juices mingle with his saliva, running down into the crack of her ass. One of his fingers, grasping her bottom, was pressed against her asshole, pushing against her sphincter. 

Struggling to maintain her concentration, she licked and sucked at his cock. She could feel her second climb beginning; she fought hard not to come again before her client had achieved climax. But it was difficult: he was violently licking her pussy, and the feeling was almost too much. She was caught on the wire between pleasure and pain, not sure if her body could drive through for another orgasm. The Naghra was writhing against her, making it almost impossible to keep her mouth on his penis.

In the struggle to keep her mouth on his cock, her left hand brushed something that felt like a pair of wet lips. She froze for a moment, trying to think while he was assaulting her pussy. The strain was building even higher inside her, making it even harder to remember her lessons.

Oh shit! she mentally kicked herself. I forgot: the Naghra are hermaphrodites! She plunged her left hand between the moist pussy lips right next to his cock, stroking the upper walls of his vagina. 

That did it: lifting his head from her pussy, he roared his climax. Pussy juice drenched her chest and face and his hips slammed against her lips, driving his cock deep in her throat. Trying not to gag, Desirée swirled her tongue around his cock, tasting the hot cinnamon taste of his come shooting down her throat. He convulsed for several seconds, his thrusting weakening as his orgasm waned. Despite this, he still lapped at her pussy like it was the elixir of life.

Releasing his cock from her mouth, Desirée rested her face against his hip, feeling his sopping pussy against her cheek. Her arousal had dipped into a well from dealing with his explosion, but now she resumed her climb, panting as pussy juice dripped from her face and hair, and the last drops of his come beaded her lips. 

Thankfully, his tongue wasn't so aggressive against her folds, and his licks occasionally reached her clit, which was begging for attention. She was moaning against his hip, feeling his snakelike body curled around the bed, still shuddering from the force of his climax.

Desirée was panting, her climax so close, she could feel it. All it took was just another three -- no, two licks to her button. Unfortunately, the Naghra was no longer aware of what he was doing: he was simply licking at her pussy because he wanted to taste her juices not because he wanted to get her off. She almost whined from the frustration, but she knew it wasn't her place: this was all about his pleasure, not hers.

It was just a glancing touch, but it was enough. Desirée moaned as her orgasm finally pulsed through her body, softer than her previous climax. Her muscles slowly relaxed from their rictus of pleasure, she slumped back on the bed, unresisting as he continued to lick her pussy. Her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed. Just a couple of seconds and then she would ask . . .

***

When Desirée woke, the lights were on in the room, and the Naghra was gone. Signora Franco stood by the bed, her face unreadable.

"Go take a shower, get dressed, and meet me in my office in 15 minutes," the Academy headmistress said. She wore a business suit in the Guild colours of red and gold.

"Yes, Ma'am." Desirée struggled to her feet as the door irised open, and Signora Franco walked out.

Luckily, all the guest rooms had a fully functioning bathroom. Desirée had a quick sonic shower to remove the sweat and come from her naked body, and a drink of water to soothe her parched throat. She then slipped on her uniform and ran for the door, anxious not to be late.

Signora Franco was sitting in her office, reviewing something on her monitor. She silently waved Desirée to a smart chair in front of her desk, pressing a button to freeze the screen. Desirée sat quietly, feeling the smart chair conform to her body's shape, her sweaty hands clutching her skirt. Her mouth was dry from the tension.

"How did you think you did?" The older woman steepled her fingers, her curly brown hair tied into a severe bun. She looked directly at her student, her expression still remote and unreadable.

Desirée took a moment to collect her thoughts. "I believe I entertained our guest to his satisfaction," she finally replied. "He told me he found me acceptable to him, I did all he requested of me, and I assisted him in achieving climax."

"That is true," Signora Franco acknowledged. "However, I was very disturbed to learn that he was in fact aware that you were a student at the Academy, and not a full-fledged courtesan. I thought Professor Ssurhuk-T'at impressed upon you that you were not allowed to divulge that particular piece of information."

Desirée fought down a wave of fear. Her knuckles were white from where they squeezed each other. "He informed me that the Office had offered him a discount when he booked his appointment. From that information, he guessed that I was a student."

"I see." The Headmistress turned the monitor around so Desirée could see what was on the screen. It was an image of her and the Naghra, just as Desirée was plunging her fingers into his pussy. "On reviewing your performance, I noticed that you waited until the last possible second to touch your guest's vagina. Was this deliberate or accidental?"

Desirée gulped. She decided to tell the truth, and damn the consequences. "Accidental, Ma'am," she admitted. "It was only at that moment that I remembered the Naghra were hermaphrodites."

"Thank you for your honesty," Signora Franco acknowledged. Desirée thought she saw a merry glint in the older woman's eyes. "Do you feel you entertained your guest to his satisfaction?"

"Y-yes, Ma'am. I do."

"Well then." Signora Franco paused for what seemed an eternity. Desirée forgot to breathe.

The Headmistress smiled. "You'll be happy to know that your guest agreed. He informed us that he was most satisfied with the manner in which you entertained him, and said that he would be willing to pay full price for your services in the future."

Desirée let out her breath, trying not to sigh in relief. 

Signora Franco was grinning broadly now. "From what your guest told us, and what I saw on the monitor, I'd say you did very well indeed." Her smile turned into a grin. "I was especially impressed with how you controlled your fear. I had forgotten that you had such a phobia of snakes."

"May I be frank, Ma'am?" Desirée asked, relief making her reckless.

"Always."

"I don't believe you forgot that about that for a second, Ma'am," she said. "I think you knew my phobia very well when you set this up."

"I resemble that last remark." Signora Franco's eyes sparkled as she acknowledged the hit. "However, something happened that none of us expected," she said, a thread of laughter entering her voice. "You are aware that, although sexual fluids are generally not poisonous, they can often have unusual effects on other races?"

"Do you mean, in the same the way that Professor Ssurhuk-T'at's semen can act as a mild laxative in humans?"

"Exactly." Signora Franco struggled to contain her laughter. "It turns out that you are the first human to ever entertain a Naghra. We knew that his fluids would not be poisonous to you, but we never thought to check what your fluids would do to him."

"How do you mean?" Desirée's eyes widened. "Is he all right?"

"I think he will be," Signora Franco struggled to maintain a straight face, "once he recovers from the hangover."

"What?"

"Yes." The Headmistress's eyes were suspiciously bright. "Apparently human vaginal fluid is highly intoxicating for the Naghra. Your client was so drunk after your session with him that half an Academy security squad had to carry him out of the room."  

Signora Franco finally lost it, roaring with laughter. After the shock wore off, Desirée joined her, the two women barely keeping themselves in their seats from laughing so hard. Laughter felt good for Desirée; it was a much-needed release of tension.

Signora Franco finally stopped laughing, wiping the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief. "God, I needed that, and my guess is so did you."

Desirée, not trusting herself to speak yet, smiled back at her Headmistress.

"However, the important thing for you is that I reviewed your test results and your other professors are more than satisfied with your work," Signora Franco said. "As a result, I see no reason why you should not graduate the Academy with full honours."

She stood up. Desirée, her face lighting up with joy, stood up as well. The two women clasped hands.

"You'll be happy to learn that Kalyani also passed her final exams with flying colours," Signora Franco said, smiling broadly. "You both exceeded my expectations in every way, and for that I congratulate you.

"Desirée Tanner, welcome to the Guild of Courtesans."



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 08



"More firdrakh tea, sir?" Desirée held out the strangely shaped teapot, smiling at the large, octopus-like alien that would eventually rape her. 

"Yes, I would love some more," Tal Jin replied from the divan opposite her, holding out his porcelain cup for her to refill. "And please, Guild Courtesan Tanner, call me Jin."

"Of course, Jin." She was very careful to smile at the Tekkamaru with her mouth closed. In many cultures, showing one's teeth was a sign of aggression, and she didn't want to risk a misunderstanding. "But only if you call me Desirée."

"Desirée," Tal Jin (like the Chinese, his first name was his surname) responded, dipping his massive head. "A very appropriate name for you."

She smiled and nodded at the compliment. She poured another measure of the steaming firdrakh tea for her guest and, after placing the pot on its warming tray, had another sip from her own cup. She tried not to make a face: firdrakh tea was a great delicacy for the Tekkamaru -- roughly equivalent to 12-year-old single-malt scotch -- but to her it tasted like steeped prune juice mixed with Buckley's cough syrup.

She lay across a low divan, wearing her Guild uniform: a form-fitting dress with a low neckline, short sleeves and hemline at her mid-thigh. Her feet were bare. Desirée's hair, worn long around her shoulders, was still slightly damp from the shower after her morning workout.

Her fingernails, lips and toenails were painted an unappetizing shade of pinkish-green. She knew it looked hideous on her, but that wasn't the point. The connotations of colour were a cultural institution and, among the Tekkamaru, the shade implied that she was ready and willing to mate. 

Desirée could see flashes of the same colour flickering across Tal Jin's pink hide. Whenever he opened his mouth to speak or sip, she noticed his tongue was beginning to swell. Clearly she was succeeding in enticing the alien into his mating heat; the question was whether she would survive the experience.

The Tekkamaru were a society that prized propriety and honour above all things. Their complex and highly disciplined culture made the octopus-like aliens natural diplomats. Many of them pursued careers in the Diplomatic Corps, corporate law or any other profession that required delicate and skilled negotiations.

However, that self-control deserted the Tekkamaru when they entered their annual heat. They literally went violently insane, as the need to procreate short-circuited their normally refined sensibilities. 

As one of the Guild's most junior courtesans, Desirée had the unenviable task of entertaining a creature that would go berserk when it went into heat. Even worse, she had to encourage her guest to assault her. All she had was the knowledge that a security squad armed with tranquilizers was standing by in case Jin severely injured her, and the assurance that he probably wasn't strong enough to rip her limbs from her torso. 

Probably.

"So, I understand you're the Confederation's assistant consul at Kahlis IX?" she inquired, setting her teacup aside. "That must be a very tough posting."

Tal Jin grimaced. "I suppose it's an honour to receive such a delicate assignment, but it's an honour I'd as soon refuse, believe me." Desirée recognized, after reading Jin's dossier, that he was a rising star in the Diplomatic Corps. He was already an assistant consul, an impressive achievement for one so young. The fact that he was an assistant consul in the troubled Kahlis System said even more about his talents. His visit was partially covered under the Corps' health plan.

"Has General Xerkis postponed elections yet again?" she asked. Eight standard years ago, a group of senior officers had overthrown the government on Kahlis IX, promising an end to decades of corruption and mismanagement. Unfortunately the military junta under General Xerkis had only made things worse.

The Tekkamaru took another sip of tea. "Yes, and he tried to imprison yet another group of dissidents. Unfortunately for him, his forces weren't able to capture Xhital, the current opposition leader. Xhital fled to the Verlit System, obtained asylum, and organized a government-in-exile with the tacit permission of the Verlit II oligarchy. 

"Now General Xerkis is threatening war against the Verlit System if they don't hand over Xhital, and various governments in the Confederation are choosing sides in the conflict, depending on what sort of profit they can gain from the situation. The Diplomatic Corps is trying to avert an armed conflict in the area, but General Xerkis only knows battlefield diplomacy. He's built an impressive navy and he thinks a short, victorious war might divert his population long enough for him to ram through the reforms he wants."

"If you don't mind my saying so, " Desirée said tartly. "If there's a mistake General Xerkis hasn't made since seizing power, I can't think of it."

Jin snorted with laughter, his 12 tentacles waving about his head. "Very astutely put, but it wouldn't be wise to say that too publicly. Despite Xerkis' incompetence, Kahlis IX is still a formidable economic force, and their recent military build-up has been frightening."

"Is it enough to threaten the Confederation itself?"

"No, but it could seriously destabilize the Quadrant should he decide to go to war," he replied. "I've recommended the Confederation Navy hold battle exercises in the System, but certain elements in the Diplomatic Corps have decided that such an action would only escalate the situation." 

Desirée tried not to grin: although Jin's tone of voice was neutral enough, his body language told her his irritation about being overruled. Clearly he thought only a show of force would persuade General Xerkis to back down.

"At this point, it's our job to defuse the conflict by bringing the concerned parties to the bargaining table," the Tekkamaru continued. "We have to figure out a diplomatic resolution to the crisis and convince the General to see reason, otherwise the entire Quadrant could find themselves -- what's that wonderful phrase?" He paused for effect. "Up shit creek without a paddle."

Desirée was stunned for a second, then started laughing, too surprised to remember to close her mouth. It wasn't just that Jin had discovered the human phrase, but the fact that he had said it in English, instead of his native tongue, had caught her off guard.

He grinned wickedly. "There we are. I was wondering when I would coax a genuine smile out of you. I must say, you are much more attractive when you laugh naturally." 

"What was a highly disreputable strategy, Honourable Tal Jin!" Still laughing, she shook a finger at him. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

He shrugged his tentacles unapologetically. "Haven't you realized yet? There are no disreputable strategies in intergalactic diplomacy. Besides, I was wondering when I would meet the real Desirée Tanner. You were obviously trying so hard to do the right thing, and your smile is so much more natural when you have your mouth open like that."

She blushed. "Thank you for saying so, but the Guild has serious rules about how we're supposed to act. For instance, it would be a very bad idea for me to smile like that in front of a Leonorilla, would you not agree?"

He acknowledged the point, still amused. "Fair enough. Have you entertained a Leonorilla yet?"

Desirée shook her head. "No, but I wouldn't be surprised if I do eventually. They have a fearsome reputation."

"And as a recent graduate of the Academy, you cannot pick and choose your guests. You have to entertain whoever is available, even if they might cause you physical harm." He sipped his tea, and gave her a bitter, self-aware smile. "Like me."

She reached out, touching one of his tentacles with her right hand. "It is a pleasure to entertain you, Jin," she said seriously, feeling the play of muscle under the tentacle's pink skin. "You've been a wonderful guest."

"Thank you, Desirée." She could hear his voice becoming more slurred as his tongue became thicker; the translation was perfectly clear through her UTD but the slurring was a further indication that he was entering his heat. "I know this isn't easy for you." Another tentacle tentatively touched her bare knee.

"I'm sure dealing with General Xerkis on a daily basis is much more difficult." Still smiling, she looked down at the tentacle brushing her smooth leg, then back up at him. 

Now it was his turn to throw his head back and laugh. "The conversations with the good General are certainly less pleasant, believe me." Then he was silent. He looked over at her, a question in his pale eyes. She touched the tentacle that was caressing her leg, smiling at him encouragingly. Inside, her blood ran cold: he was clearly entering his heat. This was going to hurt.

"I also assure you that General Xerkis is a far less attractive drinking companion." Now her UTD was having difficulty processing his speech. His tentacle was brushing her inner thigh. She was both surprised and touched that he was being so gentle.

She grinned despite her fear. "I should hope so, otherwise I would have to be insulted."

"I would be ashamed of myself, should I insult such a generous and charming companion," he said thickly. His tentacle slid under her skirt, moving up her inner thigh. Her eyelids fluttered briefly from the sensation. Shots of that strange pinkish green flickered more rapidly under Jin's skin.

"I'm glad you think so," she replied. The tentacle brushed the small strip of pubic hair above her pussy. She closed her eyes briefly; inhaled a quick breath.

It was time. She straightened on the divan, removed a hair elastic from her wrist and tied her sandy blonde hair in a ponytail. Then, she slowly, deliberately slid her fingers down her neck and across her chest, opening the mag-binding on her dress. Underneath, she was completely nude, her back slightly arched to show off her breasts. The tentacle was squirming at the juncture of her thighs, trying to find her slit.

Sliding the dress off her firm body, she gently grasped the tentacle in her hands, sliding it along her belly and chest. Her fingers wrapped around the organ, feeling the ridges of muscle under his soft skin. Running her palms up and down the tentacle, she slowly bowed her head, still staring at Jin, nuzzled his organ against her cheeks, and took the tip between her lips. She sucked at the tentacle, hollowing her cheeks, then lashed it with her tongue, as if it were a penis.

Jin moaned, his breath coming hard and fast. Pinkish green streaks appeared and disappeared all over his body. Still caressing the tentacle with her fingers, she stared at him as she used her tongue to rim the tip, licking the cross-shaped indentation on the end of his organ. He shuddered continuously now, the breathing flaps along the side of his head fluttering open and closed. 

The tip of his tentacle opened, and a clear, warm liquid gushed out over Desirée's chin, neck and chest: she licked the tip and briefly took it into her mouth, encouraging the eruption. The tangy precum flowed into her mouth and over her chin; Tekkamaru males lubricated the females' passages prior to mating. Desirée let the viscous liquid splash on her breasts and belly, rubbing the precum all over his tentacle. She could feel other tentacles wrapping around her ankles, slowly pulling her legs apart. Despite -- or perhaps, because -- of her fear, her pussy was engorged and dark, her clitoris poking out from beneath its hood.

Still clutching the writhing, slippery tentacle, Desirée slid it down her taut stomach, glistening from the alien precum. Taking a deep breath, she maneuvered the gushing tip and used it to nuzzle her clit. The tentacle stroked her nub for a few seconds, making her shiver, then it abruptly slid inside her pussy, filling her completely.

She sucked in a breath, biting her lip from the sensation, her eyes fluttering shut and her shoulders rising. The tentacle didn't thrust in and out of her; instead the muscles rippled against her vaginal walls, expanding and contracting in a constant rhythm. It was a strange sensation: she whimpered when the tentacle pressed against her G spot. She was lubricating furiously, her juices becoming a milky foam as it mixed with the alien fluids.

Alien precum sparkled in the light as it dripped from her breasts and belly. The tentacles wrapped around her ankles lifted her, leaving only her shoulders against the divan. She clutched the red velvet to prevent herself from being turned upside down in mid-air. Her entire body was shaking, her first orgasm rushing towards her.

Another tentacle, the width of her middle finger, brushed her breasts, the suckers on the end, momentarily attaching themselves to her left nipple. She moaned from the sensation; she reached for it with her right hand, sliding her fingers in a complex screwing motion to masturbate the tentacle. She could feel the tentacles binding her ankles moving up her legs, the tips suctioning on her inner thighs. The sensation drove her even higher: she was no longer conscious of what she was whimpering, her face a mix of pleasure and pain.

The tentacle inside her pussy swelled even larger, pressing against her G spot. Desirée squealed her first orgasm, her hips involuntarily bucking, pushing the tentacle deeper inside her. White foam -- her juices mixed with Tekkamaru precum -- gushed from her pussy, running down between the crack of her ass. The tentacles wrapped around her legs also pumped precum down her inner thighs, soaking her pussy with its juices and also becoming foam as it mixed with her fluids.

The tiny tentacle whipped out of her hand just as it erupted, sliding unerringly to her bottom. Desirée screamed at the sudden intrusion in her puckered hole, but the near-constant lubrication eased its passage and the pain turned to pleasure as it began pulsating inside her, a different rhythm than the one that had invaded her pussy. She was moaning incoherently, aftershocks rippling through her sopping body, as the two tentacles pulsed inside her.

Jin's tentacles slid all over her, pinning her arms away from her body, leaving her totally exposed to his touch. One suctioned onto her clit, making her scream with ecstasy; two more whipped across her breasts, making her nipples stand straight up and causing her to arch her back. She was writhing in the alien's grip, orgasming almost continually now. 

The tentacles pinning her wrists erupted, squirting Jin's precum along her arm and onto her body; she was now completely soaked, her skin glistening with sweat and juices. Sweat beaded her forehead, running down her face, her eyes squeezed shut and the veins in her neck popping out.

The tentacles now slowly lifted her off the divan, her fingers vainly trying to grasp the red velvet. She writhed in the alien grip, the two tentacles invading her pussy and ass still pulsating, still making her writhe. She had lost track of how many orgasms she'd enjoyed; her voice was hoarse from screaming.

The tentacle in her pussy slid out, allowing another gush of milky foam. Desirée's eyes fought to stay open, she whimpered at the sudden loss of sensation, the gaping emptiness in her vagina. Jin's tentacles had now placed her pussy in line with his lips. His tongue was completely swollen, almost blocking his mouth. She writhed in his grip, knowing what was coming next. He hurled himself at her, crushing her divan beneath his weight.

Desirée slammed against Jin's face, the impact knocking the breath from her body. Her arms and legs were wrapped around the Tekkamaru's head, still pinned there by his tentacles, painfully stretching her limbs. She fought for her breath, feeling his lips part her intimate folds. She groaned in mingled arousal and fear. 

One of Jin's flailing tentacles hit the table holding the teapot on its warmer. The table splintered, the porcelain teapot smashed to the floor, spilling firdrakh tea everywhere. The battery-powered warmer bounced off the divan and fell into the liquid, shorting out in a hail of sparks. Desirée's cup fell against the splintered divan, spilling tea all over the red velvet.

His tongue rammed into her pussy, making her squeal. It thrust in and out with appalling speed, the Tekkamaru mercilessly tongue-fucking her. His other tentacles whipped her back, thighs and buttocks, leaving red welts where they landed. Desirée choked, trying to force some air into her lungs, but her hips bucked against Jin's mouth, trying to drive his tongue deeper inside her. Despite her agony, she could feel yet another orgasm boiling to life within her: this was going to be a big one. 

Jin's tongue was pistoning in and out of her even faster now as he neared his own orgasm. It felt like her pussy was being rubbed raw by the invasion, but the pain only seemed to heighten her arousal, pushing her towards the mother of all climaxes. Her arms and legs were still pinned against the alien's large head, with the free tentacles whipping her in time to the tongue that was brutally fucking her. One of his tentacles smacked the low table; it hammered the wall, knocking down a framed holographic print. The print smashed to the floor, sending bits of plastic everywhere.

The big alien tensed up; Desirée gasped as the tentacles pinning her against him stretched her arms and legs. The strain was almost beyond endurance; she groaned against the pain in her sockets. His tongue plunged to its full length inside her, filling her like nothing ever had before. 

Jin screamed. Semen gushed from his tongue into her pussy, more than she could handle, spattering out of her almost as fast as Jin's organ pumped it in. The eruption was enough to trigger her final orgasm; she squealed at the forces rippling from her hips, bucking against his face. Jin's tentacles abruptly let go of her; she tumbled to the floor, her legs collapsing beneath her, shaking from relief and release. 

She collapsed on the soaked ornamental carpet, her arms and legs shuddering from the reaction. Her orgasm was so intense, it felt like butterflies were fluttering under her skin all over her body. She felt the last tentacle slide limply out of her ass, leaving a gaping emptiness in its wake. She tried to push herself up, but slumped to the floor. Blackness consumed her.

***

Desirée woke to feel warm water sluicing over her naked body. Tal Jin's tentacles supported her while his smallest limb -- the one that had invaded her ass -- held a water sprayer. 

"The Guild clearly thought ahead and put us in a room with a medical tank," Jin murmured as he ran the sprayer over her body, washing the rejuvenating foam from her slender frame. "Are you all right?"

She gingerly stretched. Despite her time in the tank, she still felt raw and sore from the pounding she had taken. However, she could still feel the warm glow of post-coital pleasure counterbalancing her various aches and pains.

"Actually, I feel pretty good," she admitted. 

"I trust I didn't do you any . . . permanent injury," he said. She could see his embarrassment over the way he had brutalized her during their time together. She had been warned this might be the case: the Tekkamaru often felt guilty after having sex with other races, mainly because those other races weren't built to withstand what the Tekkamaru inflicted on each other during their mating frenzy.

She touched his cheek with her hand. "It's all right," she soothed. "It's not something I'd care to do every day, but I did climax several times."

Jin's mouth dropped open. His tongue was still swollen. "You actually . . . enjoyed it?" he said, aghast.

Desirée smiled, suddenly embarrassed. "Like I said, it wouldn't be something I'd want to do everyday, but I did get a lot of pleasure out of it." She stopped for a moment, not sure how to explain it. "Sometimes . . . when humans mate," she finally began, "the line between pleasure and pain can become very blurry. And sometimes fear can become arousal, in the right instances." She stopped again. What she had just said held massive implications for what she was as a sexual being. This was a part of herself she had never confronted before, and she needed time to assimilate that part of her into her own self-image.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 08



Jin stared at her bemusedly. "You humans are . . . unusual creatures," he finally said.

"Guilty as charged," she said, laughing nervously. "Are you all right? Your tongue still looks swollen."

"It's nothing," he said, colouring in embarrassment. "Nothing to worry about."

She frowned, concerned. "Are you still in your heat?"

"Do not worry," he said quickly. "You've already done more than enough." Sure enough, there were still pinkish-green streaks sliding under his pink skin, a sure sign that he was still aroused.

"If you're still in heat--"

"No!" he snapped. He slumped. "I'm sorry, I was wrong to say that." His breathing flaps fluttered with a deep breath. "I'm considered . . . something of . . . a pervert among my people," he said, not looking at her. "I need more than one mating session before I leave my heat. It's considered highly unusual among and . . . possibly a sign of mental instability."

"I wish I knew what to say," she said, stroking his cheek in sympathy. "In many societies on my planet, women who enjoy sex too much are considered dangerous. Many bad things are done to them because of it." She shuddered, remembering some memorable discussions with her friend Kalyani. "So, you see," she laughed a little, "I guess we're both perverted in our own ways."

Jin chuckled. "Thank you, Desirée, but you have done enough. It is my own probl--"

Still dripping wet, she leaned forward, wrapping her lips around his swollen tongue. Too shocked to push her away, Jin froze. Desirée closed her eyes, caressing his member with her own lips, teeth and tongue, sucking on it as if it were a cock. She could feel it growing again, swelling against her lips. She opened her eyes, leaning back. He moaned from the loss of sensation.

"If you lie back and let me do everything," she said, her violet eyes sparkling. "I can do something about that swelling."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered thickly. 

She nodded. "Try not to grab me again, and I'll do all the work." She touched her clitoris with her left hand. Her pussy and clit were raw but the increased sensitivity felt good. She couldn't decide whether her fingers on her flesh caused her pleasure or pain, but she could feel herself becoming more aroused. Her body warned her that she was going to pay for it later on, though.

Jin lay back on the floor, grasping various bits of furniture with his tentacles. She mounted him, still stroking herself, causing her juices to flow. Biting her lower lip, she positioned herself over his mouth. Her toes barely reached the floor, straddling his head, feeling his breathing flaps flutter against her knees.

"Lick my pussy," she said, lowering herself so that her waiting lips were just out of reach of his mouth. Jin's tongue lapped at her, spreading her folds, brushing her clit. She moaned, her over-stimulated nerves building heat in her hips. Water dripped from her breasts and shoulders, mixing with sudden beads of sweat and her juices. Jin's tongue seemed to instinctively find her most sensitive spots, driving her arousal even higher. Within minutes, she was shaking, her hips thrusting against his talented tongue.

"Now!" She impaled herself on his tongue, feeling it drive deep inside her. She squealed from the sensation, feeling it fill her every crevice, not sure if it was pleasure or pain. She bucked against his mouth, his tongue stabbing into her, touching her core, nuzzling it, feeling it swell even larger. Jin was moaning now, pushing his head up, trying to get his tongue farther inside her. A table leg crumpled from the sheer strength of one of his tentacles, another cracked a floor tile. She rubbed her clit wit her left hand while she fucked his tongue, driving herself even closer to climax. It hurt, but in a way that made her want to do even more; the pain brought on an increased sensitivity that pushed her up that climb towards orgasm.

Once again, Jin's tongue stiffened inside her, swelling into immensity. She squealed, feeling the rough invasion against her abraded walls. Then it exploded, sending his cum deep inside her tissues. She screamed, bucking madly, her hand a blur against her clit. Her orgasm wasn't long after, bright spots appearing behind her eyelids. She collapsed against him, still feeling his tongue spurt inside her, sobbing with relief. 

She slowly slid from his head, rolling over to lie on her back. She stared up at the ceiling, still feeling the aftershocks ripple through her overheated body. Her legs twitched uncontrollably. The endorphins coursed through her, but she could feel the beginnings of soreness on her legs and inside her vagina. 

She looked over at Jin; the Tekkamaru was dead to the universe. She tried lifting herself up, but stopped when she realized her quivering legs could not support her weight.

Desirée crawled away from the unconscious Tekkamaru, then activated her UTD. She placed a call to Veronica Franco's office.

"Hello, darling." The Guild administrator answered immediately, her face appearing in Desirée's retinas. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Desirée panted. "Better than fine, actually." Jin started snoring.

Veronica raised an eyebrow. "I take it you had a good time?"

Desirée smiled, pushing sweat-matted hair away from her forehead. "Yeah. But my body's going to hate me for the next few days."

Veronica grinned. "I've been there more than a few times, my dear. Did you properly entertain your guest?"

The young courtesan looked over at Jin, splayed on the floor. "I think so. He came twice."

The administrator blinked. "I am impressed. Most Tekkamaru are finished after one orgasm. How long will your guest need to recover?"

"I'm not sure, Ma'am." She looked around the room. It looked like a tornado had hit it. The med-tank had a crack in it, and shattered furniture was strewn all over the place. A table leg was embedded in the wall.

"It got pretty rough in here." 

Veronica sighed. "That's what insurance is for, darling."

Desirée winced as her aching pussy made its presence felt. "I think I may need a few days to recover as well."

The older woman nodded, not surprised. "I booked you a week of sick leave. That's standard Guild procedure for any courtesan who entertains a Tekkamaru. I'll send a clean-up crew to the room in about six hours. Will that be sufficient?"

"I think so, Ma'am." Her eyelids felt very heavy. "Is there anything else?"

Veronica shook her head. "No, darling, you've done a good job. Now get some rest. You need it." She terminated the call.

"Thanks. Bye." Desirée slumped to the floor, crawling to the carpet next to the shattered divan. Curling up in the fetal position, she was asleep in moments.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 09



Desirée stepped out of the sonic shower, fluffing her sandy blonde hair. She stretched her naked body, trying to relax muscles still aching from early morning calisthenics. In that regard, being a courtesan was hard work; she had to be in excellent physical shape, so she'd be as attractive as possible for her guests.

She padded barefoot over to her locker, and opened it with a thumbprint against the door scanner. The locker slid open and she removed her hairbrush, trying to bring some order to her curls. The locker room was empty: other courtesans had to rush off to entertain their guests, but Desirée's schedule was relatively empty. 

She was of two minds about that. On the one hand, she appreciated some time to relax but she still remembered the staggering amount of money she owed the Guild for her tuition. It was a debt that weighed on her mind a lot, a seemingly insurmountable amount that never seemed to get any smaller, no matter how hard she worked. 

She shrugged, trying to get herself out of her funk. She still had 4 and-a-half years to go, and Veronica Franco told her that one or two guests were already asking for her by name. She grabbed her red thong from inside her locker, sliding it up her long, smooth legs. Then she slipped on her dress, in the standard Guild colours of red and gold. She then stepped into her matching pumps, and eyed herself in the full-length mirror at the far end of the room. Her body was taut and rounded in all the right places. Her nipples were hard, showing through the fabric of her dress. Even though she was a few months shy of her 22nd birthday, her face still had the softness of a teenager. She had pretty much lost hope that her plump cheeks -- the bane of her existence as a child -- were ever going away.

Just as she was about to start applying makeup, a green light flashed in the upper corner of her right eye, signaling an incoming call on her UTD. The number flashed on her display: it was Veronica Franco. Desirée mentally accepted the call, and a holo image of the curly-haired brunette flashed in front of her corneas.

"Good morning, Ma'am," Desirée told her boss. "How many I help you?"

"Good morning, darling," the older woman smiled. "When can you be at my office?"

Desirée mentally added up the time she needed to get ready. "I can be there in ten minutes, Ma'am. I still need to put on makeup."

Veronica shook her head. "Save it. I need you here as soon as possible. Don't worry about makeup: there won't be any guests present."

"All right." She blinked in surprise. Courtesans were expected to look presentable at all times. "Is seven minutes acceptable?"

"Make it five if you can, dear. I'll see you then." The holo image disappeared when Veronica ended the call.

Desirée grabbed her kit and slammed shut the locker door. She quickly ran out of the locker room, carrying her makeup bag with her.

***

Desirée was surprised to see Kalyani waiting in Veronica Franco's office. The young Dalit stood up with a cry of welcome, holding her arms out for a hug.

"It's good to see you again!" Desirée said warmly as the two friends embraced. Other than Veronica, Kalyani was the only other human female in the Guild of Courtesans. She had been invited to join the Guild after being sentenced to death for a crime she did not commit. 

"You too!" Kalyani replied. "How have you been doing?" They sat in their respective smart chairs, the white round balls automatically adjusting to conform to their body shapes.

"You know," Desirée shrugged. "Guild life has its ups and downs --"

"And its ins and outs!" the two friends chorused together, giggling at their shared joke.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, girls," Veronica Franco bustled in the room, seating herself behind her desk. "It's been a hectic day and it's only going to get worse."

"Why have you asked us here, Ma'am?" Desirée leaned forward, crossing her long, slender legs.

"This holo should explain everything." Veronica punched several buttons on her desk computer. An image of a mousy-looking alien, wearing a long white gown, appeared above the projector. 

"Greetings, Guild Administrator Veronica Franco," the alien spoke in a high, reedy voice. It had what looked like a crown of laurels draped around its head. "I represent the Throzaahli Collective. It has come to our attention that your Guild facility has acquired the services of a pair of females of the dominant species from what is commonly known as the Sol System. 

"With your permission, we would like the opportunity to conduct a series of scientific experiments on your two human females. These tests will be highly invasive but we promise that we will not permanently injure your courtesans in any way. Naturally, we will have no difficulties complying with your standard rates for their services.

"Please do not hesitate to contact me should you require any further information." The alien fell silent and, two seconds later, the holo projection ended.

Veronica leaned forward, toying with a statue of Aphrodite on her desk. "The Confederation only initiated contact with the Throzaahli Collective within the last six months," she began. "The denizens of that system are a space-faring race, but they haven't yet established the necessary technology to develop an interstellar drive. Ordinarily, that would preclude them from being eligible for Confederation membership, but the Diplomatic Corps wants to make an exception in this case."

She paused for several seconds. "Several planets in the system possess abundant amounts of neutrinium. I don't need to tell you how important this discovery is." 

Desirée and Kalyani nodded, speechless. Refined neutrinium was the optimal power source for Confederation shipping. It was highly efficient, and lasted virtually forever, but was extremely rare and expensive. Given that the Throzaahli System possessed such a bounty of the mineral, it was no surprise that the Confederation wanted closer ties with the Collective. The cost of interstellar travel could be halved at a stroke.

"Given the current political situation, the Central Government wants the Throzaahli to join the Confederation under equitable terms," Veronica continued. "However, the major issue is finding out just what the Collective wants from us. 

"Unlike many space-faring races, they have neither interest in interstellar travel nor contact with other races. Plus, they're indifferent to any other inducements we've offered. The Corps has had little or no luck in establishing their motivation or understanding their psychology. We even have grave doubts that the creature in this holo," she restart, then paused, the message so the mousy alien stood silently above her desk, "even represents the dominant species in the Collective."

The Guild administrator leaned across her desk. "I hope you two appreciate how important this request is. This is the first indication we've ever received that the Throzaahli are interested in anything the Confederation has to offer. As Guild courtesans, you are technically auxiliary members of the Diplomatic Corps and as such, answer to the Central Government.

"We cannot order you to comply with the Throzaahli's request, but the Government has asked, in the strongest possible terms, that you accede."

Desirée looked over at Kalyani. Her friend's green eyes were troubled. "Ma'am, is there any reason why we should refuse this request?" 

Veronica sighed. "I'm afraid there's no easy answer to that question, Desirée. All we have are the Throzaahli's assurances that you will not be permanently injured. We requested further information and all we received was a questionnaire that you are both to fill out prior to your meeting with the Throzaahli. We were asked not to reveal it to you until you have agreed to this; I've looked at it and so has the Diplomatic Corps. Some of the questions appear a little outré, but we haven't noticed anything objectionable. We also have no idea what the Throzaahli might wish from you.

"I wish I weren't sending you two into such a gray zone, but no one ever said life was fair," she continued. "All I can assure you is that we will try and have the experiments happen in a safe location, and a squad of Marines ready should anything go wrong. We will of course be monitoring you through your UTD's. That is unfortunately the best we can do."

Desirée sat for a moment, considering her options. On the one hand, she would be offering herself up as a laboratory rat for an unknown alien race that would perform who-knows-what experiments on her. Despite the Throzaahli's assurances, there was still a fair amount of risk in taking this offer.

On the other hand, Desirée had contemplated a career in the Diplomatic Corps once she had achieved sufficient seniority as a courtesan. Assisting the Corps with the Throzaahli would look good on her resume should she apply for a transfer in the future. It would also be a drop in the bucket against that massive debt she still owed the Guild.

She looked over at Veronica and nodded her head. "I'll do it."

After a few seconds, she heard Kalyani's soft voice: "So shall I."

Veronica beamed. "Thank you, my dears. Your help in this matter is most appreciated. I'll transfer the questionnaires to your UTD's and let the Corps know that you've agreed."

***

Whenever she could spare the time, Desirée filled out the questionnaire she'd been sent. There were about sixty pages in total, ranging from the curious ("What was your favourite memory?") to the downright bizarre ("Detail the complete chemical composition of your feces"). She did spend a fun hour thinking about her answer to one question ("Describe your ideal mating partner") but, despite several conferences with Veronica and Gruustok, the Fenari diplomat acting as liaison between the Guild and the Throzaahli, she still had no idea what the aliens wanted from her.

***

The female Mkoltos moaned lustfully, splaying its 8-legged body on the floor mat. Desirée lay behind the gigantic purple-furred creature, her head, right shoulder and arm buried in her guest's pussy, left arm up to her elbow in its anus. Clear precum drooled on Desirée's naked breasts and belly, occasionally splashing on the tube running from her head to the breathing apparatus about twenty feet away, where the Mkoltos' orgasmic thrashings wouldn't damage it.

Desirée's bare feet planted on the floor mat, pushing herself farther into her guest's snatch. The Mkoltos whimpered, its vicious-looking mandibles opening and shutting from the intense sensation. 

Inside its vagina, Desirée licked and sucked on one of its three two-inch long clits, while her right hand massaged its walls. She wore a pair of goggles (her guest's precum was extremely salty) and a breathing mask covered her nose. Her face and body were drenched in pussy fluids; she had been buried in her guest's snatch for over an hour. The tight walls pulsed against her head and shoulder with increasing frequency, a sign that orgasm was imminent. She flexed her left hand, where it was fisting the Mkoltos' anus, and its pussy squeezed in response. She hoped the Mkoltos would cum soon: she had already been forced to stop and relubricate her left arm twice, and if it took much longer, she would have to do it again. She could feel the fatigue poisons building in her arms and lips, her head cramped from the awkward position.

She was also getting slightly frustrated. Unlike many of her guests, the Mkoltos was showing no sign of wanting to return the favour. While Desirée knew being a courtesan meant putting another's pleasure over her own, she wished this female would be a little less selfish. 

The walls squeezed hard, nearly making Desirée scream with pain. The massive body surrounding her convulsed and a fresh wave of cum gushed over her. She allowed the flood to wash her out of her guest's pussy, gasping for air as juices flowed down her body, staining her red thong. She pulled the breathing tube from her nostrils and brushed back her hair, the viscous fluid slicking her long hair down her back.

"Is there anything else you would like, Ma'am?" she asked, standing up. Her only answer was a snore; the Mkoltos was in post-orgasmic dreamland. Desirée sighed. Her work here was done.

She padded over to the nearest wall, pressing a button that allowed the sink and a mirror to slide into view. She washed her hands up past the elbows before removing the goggles and washing her face as well. Alien cum still gleamed on her erect nipples and dribbled down her taut belly. She briefly considered a sonic shower, but didn't wish to risk waking her guest. She settled for taking a washcloth and running it over her naked body, getting the worst of her guest's fluids off before slipping on her dress, holding her shoes. Even still, she could still feel the clear, salty cum drying on her skin; she would have to shower and change before entertaining another guest. 

She quickly consulted her UTD, her daily schedule appearing as a holo in front of her corneas: no further appointments for the next three hours. That would give her plenty of time to get back to her room, shower and perhaps some self-pleasuring. She was feeling short-tempered from the lack of sexual gratification; her pussy was wet and the lips engorged, rubbing against the soft fabric of her thong. 

She paused long enough to gently clean the fluids from her guest, and drape a blanket over the sleeping alien. The Mkoltos slumbered on. Desirée dimmed the lights, the door irising open behind her. 

Once outside, she closed the door, allowing a two-hour timer before it could be unlocked again from outside. She then slipped on her shoes before walking down the hall towards the courtesan dormitories.

Once in the dorm's upper level, she noticed a slender, gray-skinned Draco walking towards her, the black-haired alien gliding along the hallway with vampiric grace. She wore a long velvet dress in the Guild's colours of red and gold.

"Is that a new look for you, Desirée?" Cyraena smiled, her prominent canines giving her voice a noticeable lisp. "You might want to clear it with Signora Franco first."

Desirée gave the other courtesan a rueful smile. "Just finished entertaining a Mkoltos."

Cyraena winced. "Ouch. Male or female?"

"Female."

"Double-ouch. You have my sympathies." As one of the senior courtesans at the Galos IV Guildhouse, Cyraena could pick and choose her guests. However, she hadn't forgotten what it was like to entertain anyone -- or anything -- that could afford the standard Guild rate. It was one of the many reasons why Desirée was finding the normally aloof Draco was slowly becoming a friend.

"Well, at least I have some time off, so I can shower and change," the human girl replied. "I'm gonna need it."

"I found Fyschaelt moisturizer to be the best at getting Mkoltos vaginal fluid out of your skin and hair," Cyraena counseled. She towered over Desirée's 5'9" frame. "And don't be afraid to use a lot of it."

Desirée tried not to wince. Fyschaelt moisturizer was extremely expensive, and her finances were badly stretched already.

"I know it's a lot," the Draco said sympathetically, "but there's really no other alternative. I have some extra if you need it."

"That would be wonderful," Desirée said gratefully.

"Let's go then." Cyraena took Desirée's arm in hers, leading her down the hall. "The moisturizer's actually more in the nature of a bribe," she confided. "I have a proposition for you." 

"Oh?"

"Yes. One of my regular guests has become interested in having a threesome with another courtesan, and I suspect you might be to his . . ." She paused meaningfully. "Taste."

"Oh." Desirée caught her meaning immediately. Either this regular guest was a Draco, or another alien that drank blood. While Guild rules -- and Confederation law -- meant the risk of death or permanent injury while entertaining a guest was extremely slight, Desirée was still nervous about any creature sucking from her veins. "How long have you had this guest?" 

"About 10 standard years now," Cyraena replied, tapping a long, black nail against her aquiline nose. Not for the first time, Desirée envied how the senior courtesan could make even the most mundane action look sensual. "He was one of the first guests to regularly request my services. He has always been a perfect gentleman, and," her black eyes took on a faraway look, "he's quite . . . skilled."

"In that case, I'd be most interested." Desirée was honest enough to admit that, other than the extra pay, the greatest appeal of this offer was being able to watch Cyraena in action. Signora Franco was ruthless about using Galos IV's status as a training facility to keep some of the Guild's best courtesans living and working there. While Cyraena did not quite have the same standing as Professor Ssurhuk-T'at -- she hadn't been yet offered a teaching post -- her reputation was excellent. Desirée hoped to use those sessions to pick up some tips and improve her skills.

"Excellent," Cyraena smiled again. She stopped outside the door to her quarters. "I'll let him know--"

A green light flashed in front of Desirée's cornea, signaling a priority communication. Raising a hand to request a moment, Desirée mentally accepted the call. Nodding her understanding, Cyraena fell silent.

"I just received word from Gruustok." The Galos IV administrator was being unusually brusque, a sign that she was under a lot of tension. "The Throzaahli ship is inbound as we speak, and they want you and Kalyani at Landing Platform VI to greet them. When can you be there?"

Desirée swallowed several swearwords. "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I just finished entertaining a Mkoltos and I haven't had the chance to shower yet. I'll need at least half-an-hour to get the crap out of my hair."

Veronica's lips formed a thin line. "That's not good enough. We need you at the platform as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I don't see how--"

"Veronica? Cyraena here." The tall Draco used her UTD to cut into the conversation. "Desirée's just outside my quarters. She can use my shower; that should take 15 standard minutes off her time. If you can get someone to run down to her room, however, she will require a clean uniform."

"Thank you, Cyraena, that will help a lot," Veronica responded. "If you could take care of her, that would be most appreciated."

Cyraena smiled. "You owe me one."

Veronica smiled back; she looked exhausted. "Don't I always?" Her image winked out.

Cyraena grabbed Desirée's hand, while her other thumb pressed the pad, causing her door to iris open. "Come. We have no time to waste."

***

Desirée slowed to a walk, just before turning the last corner before Landing Platform VI. She tried to slow her breathing, thankful that the cool air prevented her from breaking into a sweat. Cyraena's spare dressing gown dragged along the carpeted floor; even with the sleeves rolled up, Desirée's hands were still buried in the cuffs. 

Just then, Veronica Franco turned the corner. She smiled with relief when she saw the young courtesan.

"You made excellent time," she said, holding out Desirée's spare dress and shoes. "The ship's not here yet. Now, quickly."

Desirée slipped off the dressing gown, passing it to her boss. Completely nude, she shoved her arms into the sleeves, mag-binding the front closed. "Do you have any of my underwear, Ma'am?"

Veronica shook her head. "Don't worry about it." She grinned. "If all goes well, you won't be needing underwear anyway."

Desirée slipped on her red pumps, then straightened. She brushed back her hair while Veronica made sure the dress fitted her properly. Desirée raised an eyebrow when she realized Veronica was spending more time on her breasts than was strictly necessary.

Surprisingly, Veronica blushed. "I really have to get out from behind my desk more often." 




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 09



"I . . . see," was all Desirée could think to say.

"Not another word, you!" Veronica said, her warning finger undercut by her grin. "You and Kalyani have two jobs today," she said, becoming serious. "The first is the most obvious: entertain your guest to the best of your ability.

"Your second mission is to find out who is the dominant species in the Collective. They've been extremely careful about not revealing their identities. However, if we discover which life-form actually controls the Collective, the Diplomatic Corps can figure out their motivations, and adjust their negotiation strategy accordingly."

"What about the alien we saw in the holo?" 

Veronica shook her head. "We managed to surreptitiously brain-scan several members of that species while they hitched a ride on a Guild transport. Despite their ability to speak, they have less intelligence than a Sol System dog. No, something else is the Throzaahli mastermind, and your job is to discover who it is."

"But how?"

Veronica winked. "We'll be monitoring the both of you through your UTDs. Even if you can't figure it out on your own, Gruustok and myself will be able to analyze any data you collect."

Just then, a deep chime sounded, signaling an arriving spacecraft. Veronica motioned Desirée to accompany her around the corner. Kalyani and Gruustok stood in front of the airlock: A red light blinked above the sealed door, indicating that a spaceship was attempting to establish a lock. Kalyani smiled when she saw Desirée: despite being a member of the Diplomatic Corps, the reptilian Fenari was not a great conversationalist.

The red light changed to green, signaling a successful seal. The four waited for whoever would come out of the lock; Desirée gently squeezed Kalyani's elbow to reassure her friend and, to be honest, herself as well.

The airlock irised open, another mousy alien emerged. It walked upright and wore a white robe. A crown of plants ringed its head, resting just below its velvety ears.

"Greetings, representatives of the Confederation," it said in a reedy voice, bowing deeply. "The Throzaahli thanks you for your hospitality."

"Greetings and welcome," Veronica bowed in return. "I am Veronica Franco, the administrator for this Guild facility. You have already met Gruustok of the Diplomatic Corps, but these are Guild Courtesans Desirée Tanner and Kalyani." The two younger women bowed in their turn. "They will be entertaining you this afternoon."

"Excellent," the alien replied, turning to Desirée and Kalyani. "On behalf of the Throzaahli, we thank you for your willingness to participate in our tests."

"It is our pleasure to entertain you, sir, madam or neuter," Desirée said. "What may we call you?"

The mousy alien stopped for a moment, its dark eyes blank. It stood still for several seconds, its gaze fixed on nothing, barely breathing. The courtesans and Fenari diplomat looked at each other, wondering what was going on.

"You may call me Throzaahli," it finally said. "I am not the one you shall be entertaining. If you will follow me?"

It turned towards the airlock, clearly heading back towards the ship. Confused, Desirée looked at Kalyani, then turned towards Veronica: surely they weren't going to entertain the Throzaahli aboard their own ship? 

Veronica smiled reassuringly. Her right hand, brushing through her curly brown hair, lightly tapped the skin behind her ear. Desirée barely nodded: whatever happened, they would be monitored through their UTDs. Thankfully, the Throzaahli ship didn't have an interstellar drive so, if something did go wrong, they couldn't leave the system.

Taking a deep breath, Desirée turned and followed the mousy alien into the airlock. She could hear Kalyani right behind her.

Once inside the ship, the alien stopped in front of a sealed door. "Guild courtesans," it said, bowing again. "Beyond this door is where we shall conduct the experiments upon you. Should you be currently wearing any body coverings, we request that you remove them all now. I shall guard them until your return."

Desirée and Kalyani shared a glance. Then, turning towards the smaller alien, Desirée shrugged out of her dress, keeping her shoulders back so her breasts jutted forward. She imperiously handed it to the mousy alien, who draped the dress over its right arm. She could feel a cool breeze from the overhead air vents brushing against her naked skin, causing her nipples to harden. Behind her, she heard Kalyani slipping out of her red-and-gold sari. 

The little alien coughed. "Your shoes also, Guild Courtesan," it said. After a moment, Desirée slipped off her pumps and also handed them over. The little alien, now holding all of Desirée and Kalyani's clothes, bowed deeply and scurried away, leaving them alone in front of the closed door.

The two women waited for several minutes in front of the door, the carpet soft against their bare feet.

"Why is this taking so long?" Kalyani whispered to her taller friend. Her hand reached out and clasped Desirée's for comfort.

Desirée smiled down at her friend. Kalyani was standing stiffly, trying to control the trembling in her knees. Her dark nipples were puckered and standing straight out from her large, pendulous breasts. "Don't worry," she whispered back. "Signora Franco has a squad of Marines standing by, and there's no way these guys can get out of the system if they try anything. We're perfectly safe."

"But how are we supposed to--" 

"Ssshh," Desirée said, squeezing Kalyani's fingers warningly. "Just follow my lead." 

"As long as there's a bathroom in there," Kalyani whispered. "I'll need to go fairly soon." Despite herself, Desirée grinned.

Just then, the door irised open. A warm, humid caress of air wrapped around them. Desirée stepped forward into a large, well-lit room literally covered with plants. Vines whispered and slid under her bare feet, and water splashed in a squat fountain in the middle of the room. More vines were draped around the stone of the fountain, dipping their leaves into the water bowl, and the air was thick with the scent of flowering foliage. 

"This is probably the strangest science lab I have ever seen," Desirée said, staring around the garden. Beside her, Kalyani drew in a breath of agreement. They could hear the plants rustling around them, responding to a wind they could not feel. Something flitted along the grounds, behind some underbrush. Desirée tried to get a good look at it, but it was too fast for her. 

"Welcome." A heart-stoppingly beautiful man ducked through the veil of foliage and walked towards them. Desirée swiftly recognized him as identical to the "ideal mating partner" she had outlined in the questionnaire the Throzaahli had sent her. He was a few inches above her 5'9", with long, dark hair and blue eyes. He was nude, his body long, lean but powerfully built. His eight-inch cock stuck straight up. Desirée could feel her body already responding to the sight of him. However, it was the creature beside him that made her eyebrows rise.

"A Taurean?" she incredulously whispered to Kalyani. "Your fantasy male is a Taurean?" The seven-foot tall creature closely resembled the Minotaur of Earth mythology. It wandered through the thick foliage with uncommon grace. Its fur was a deep brown colour, highlighting its rippling muscles. It was also hung like a . . . bull, its impressive manhood also standing proud and upright.

Kalyani giggled, the heat lamps in the room shining on her dark skin. "I've never entertained one before, and I thought it would be fun."

Desirée shook her head, bemused by her friend's choice. "Just follow my lead. Remember what we're really here for." 

The two males walked towards them, grinning in anticipation. "So," the dark-haired man said, standing in front of her. His hand drifted lightly across her shoulder. Desirée shivered from the contact; his hand was incredibly warm, and left goosebumps across her skin. "How would you like to mate?" Even his voice made her knees weak.

"Excuse me?" she said, raising her eyebrows. "Aren't you being a little presumptuous?" For a second, his assumption that she would fall into his arms so easily curdled her attraction to him: overly-confident, good-looking males sometimes had that effect on her.

His mouth dropped open. "What -- what do you--"

"There's a little something you need to learn about women, Buster." Desirée pressed a finger against his hard chest, pushing him away from her. She fought to keep her breathing steady; even his muscles were shaped perfectly. "We humans don't just fall into bed with some random guy who happens to look like our fantasy. You have to convince us that you're our emotional, as well as our physical, ideal before we'll even think about mating with you."

Both males looked like an anvil had dropped on their heads. "Bu-but," the human sputtered. "You're here for -- you are, we were informed that--"

"Read the contract," Desirée replied. She ignored Kalyani's incredulous stare as she verbally kept the males off-balance. She was more than willing to have sex with this guy, but she also had a mission: to find out more about the mysterious Throzaahli. "A Guild courtesan has the right to refuse any guest if he acts in an inappropriate manner. You two expected us to fuck you, even though we don't even know your names?" She let outrage colour her voice. "What kind of seduction are you trying to run here, anyway?"

It was true: every Guild courtesan had the right to refuse a guest should she choose to. However, junior courtesans who were still trying to establish themselves almost never exercised that loophole in their contracts.

The two males looked at each other. "So . . . what do you want us to do?" 

"To start with," Desirée said tartly, "we don't even know your names."

"Our names are unimportant," the Taurean rumbled. "They are not required."

"Really?" She cocked her hip challengingly. "So whose name are we going to scream later on?" She walked her fingers up the Taurean's broad chest. She thought she could see it shudder.

The human male stared into space for several seconds, as if it was receiving orders through a UTD. Desirée could hear leaves rustling behind her. "My name is Din, and my friend is called Relg," he finally said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Din." She put out her hand. "My name is Desirée and my friend is Kalyani. Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Din stared down at her hand for a second before tentatively reaching out his own. "Is this a sign that we are initiating mating?" 

"Nice try," Desirée said dryly. She took his hand and shook it firmly. "This is a simple greeting so we can get to know one another. It is only after getting to know one another that we females decide whether or not you two are suitable. Is that understood?"

The two males nodded, then were silent. "So, how do we do this . . . getting to know one another?" Din finally asked.

"Is there somewhere we can sit, around here?" Desirée asked. "A bench of some kind?" Din frowned, confused.

"We're going to sit and talk for a while," she explained, "and, if you're very good, maybe we'll do something nice together."

Relg nodded. "I believe I understand. Follow me." Turning as one, the two males walked deeper into the dense undergrowth by the fountain. 

Kalyani grabbed Desirée's arm. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed in her friend's ear. "We are here to entertain them, and to be experimented upon!"

"Trust me on this one," Desirée whispered back. She led her friend further into the foliage, following the males.

Just on the other side of the fountain, there was a bench that looked like it was made of recently hewn wood. Desirée could smell fresh tree sap as she walked towards the bench. She sat down demurely, half-expecting to feel sap sticking to her bare ass. Kalyani slowly lowered herself beside her friend. The two males sat next to them, Din with Desirée and Relg with Kalyani. Even seated, their erections stayed completely upright.

"So," Desirée began. "Tell us about yourselves."

Din smiled. "What would you like to know?"

She smiled back. "Where you come from, what your world is like, what your role in Throzaahli society is, that sort of thing."

Din appeared confused. "We are Throzaahli. What more do you need to know?"

"The pale female is attempting to gain information," Relg barked. "This is forbidden."

"Why?" Desirée asked, turning towards the half-bull, half-human.

Relg blinked for a second, but rallied. "It could alter the results of our scientific experiments."

"It's clear you want something from us," Desirée countered. "If you tell us what you're looking for, we might be able to help you much better."

"That is unnecessary," Relg snapped. "Such information is not needed. We must initiate the mating sequence now." He gripped Kalyani's wrist, drawing her towards him. Looking over at Desirée, Kalyani turned around so she was kneeling in front of the Taurean, spreading his massive thighs apart. He tried to get her pussy in line with his erect penis but let go of her when she wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding her tongue over the tip. Relg rumbled his contentment as the green-eyed Indian licked his penis, rubbing it against her cheeks before inserting the head between her lips.

Desirée caught Din's hand, just as it was sliding up her thigh. "Watch," she whispered to him, looking at Kalyani pleasuring the bull-man. His cock was coated with her saliva; spreading his legs even farther apart, Kalyani wrapped her chocolate-coloured breasts around his rod, using them to masturbate him, splashing wetness across her voluptuous cleavage. Occasionally, she would lick the tip, a long string of saliva glistening as it ran from her tongue to his cock head.

"How do you think that makes him feel?" Desirée whispered in Dins' ear.

The man's eyes went unfocused for a moment. "It is unlike anything he has ever felt before," Din responded. "Waves of pleasure are emanating from his sexual organ, making him feel heavy and uninterested in movement. The part of his brain still capable of conscious thought is conflicted: he wishes to penetrate her sexual organs with his own, but he also wants the human courtesan to continue what she is doing until he achieves climax. He also is aware that he must harvest her--" He broke off when he saw Desirée staring at him. "At least, that is what I conjecture," he finished lamely. 

Din's face hardened. "Relg is right. You are trying to seek information. That is wrong. We must initiate mating now."

Desirée deftly avoided his reaching hands. "Ah, ah, ah," she said, sidling away from him. "We must play a game first." She stood up, stepping away from the bench where Kalyani was starting to seriously suck on the Taurean's tool, her cheeks hollowing.

"You are trying to play these 'games' with me," He darkened. "Are you attempting to avoid mating?"

Desirée grinned, cocking her hip challengingly. "The game is simple: you catch me, you fuck me. Wanna play?"

He narrowed his eyes. "If I catch you, you will honour this agreement?"

"Only one way to find out." She licked her lips. "Are you game or not?"

Din lunged at her. She danced aside, laughing. She dodged towards the fountain, her sandy blonde hair flying behind her. She quickly put the fountain between herself and Din, watching as the baffled man jinked left, then right. She could feel the water droplets misting on her heated skin, her labial folds thickening from the excitement. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kalyani mounting Relg, squealing as she impaled herself on his massive cock. His big hands grasped the firm globes of her ass, driving her down upon him. Her long black hair brushed his thumbs as it swayed to the rhythm of their fucking.

Din was panting, confused at the way she was always able to keep the fountain between them. He tried to fake left, then charge right, but Desirée knew exactly what he was planning and avoided his attempts to catch her. She had already figured out that, despite his good looks, Din wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. It was almost too easy to avoid his grasp; she started seriously thinking about letting herself get caught.

A tree root tripped her. She fell headlong to the forest floor. Din leaped to grab her. "Now you must mate with me," he panted, his cock pressing against her inner thigh. 

Twisting in his arms, she licked his left nipple, making him moan. Up close, she could see faint whorls and lines across his body, as if he had been carved out of wood. She slid out from under him, kissing her way across his rock-hard body. She could feel his penis against her belly, her left hand briefly caressing it. He groaned from the sensation. She deftly avoided his hands trying to grasp her hips and slid up his chest. Behind her, she could hear Kalyani's repeated moans, the heavy slap of the Taurean's body against hers.

"Lick my clit," Desirée murmured, her hand sliding under the back of Din's head.

"This is a part of mating?" he asked, stiffening with surprise.

"Oh definitely," she purred, moving her hips into position above his face. She bit her lower lip as his tongue tentatively brushed her folds, her hair fell, a curtain over her face. She thrust her hips down on him; she shuddered when his tongue slid inside her pussy. Her hair brushed against her nipples, further inflaming her. Even though Din's technique left a great deal to be desired, she could feel the waves of heat rippling through her, intensifying to that single point of ecstasy. She groaned, wanting her long-delayed orgasm more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life.

Din pulled his face back. "You must pleasure me now," he demanded.

"Not . . . just yet!" she gasped, pushing her hips forward. "So close!" 

He pulled back. "No! It is imperative! We must mate as regular humans do!" He tried to roll her over so that she would be underneath him.

"Fucker!" Grabbing his hips, she slammed herself onto his cock, feeling it drive deeply inside her. Her hips slapped against his in a frenzied motion, she moaned from the sensation, her lust driving her to ruthlessly fuck him. 

Din's eyes widened, then closed as his head tilted back, the muscles in his face slackening with pleasure. "You go too fast, you must slow down," he said, trying to grab her hips. "The male must be in the dominant position during mating!"

"Fuck that!" She increased her speed, lost in her frenzy. Two seconds later, Desirée arched her back and screamed, her body losing control with the force of her orgasm. Her hips hammered his, driving his ass deep into the vine-covered floor. She slowed down, enjoying the feel of the endorphins rushing through her system. Her sweat matted hair clung to her face, shoulders and breasts; she panted from her release. Din stared up at her, shocked at the sight of her convulsions.

"That was . . . not proper mating," he sputtered.

"You want it slow now?" she purred, finally satisfied. "I'll give it to you slow." She teased his cock with her pussy, watching his face for any response to what he was doing.

Din's eyes and mouth were forming a perfect 'O'. "This is . . . highly irregular," he sputtered.

"What?" She grinned, swiveling her hips on his cock. She was a cat with the keys to the cream factory. "You don't like what I'm doing?" She moved and he gasped.

"You are not . . ." He struggled to catch his breath. "A proper . . . human . . . female." She could feel his hands trying to shift her over so that he would be on top, but she was one step ahead of him. Every time he'd try to apply some pressure, she would move in such a way that it would make him groan. 

"You've got a lot to learn about women, Buster." She sighed while rotating her hips around his cock: toying with this guy was like shooting fish in a barrel.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 09



"Why do you call me 'Buster'? My name is Din."

Desirée tried not to roll her eyes as she kept sliding up and down on his rod. "Forget it."

A gasp made Desirée turn her head. Relg had placed Kalyani so that her arms and chest were resting on the bench seat. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily through her mouth. The Taurean was slowly inserting his massive cock into the depths of her ass: Desirée could see Kalyani's cheeks quiver as the ridges of his helmet disappeared into her stretched hole. There was clear fluid splashed all over her ass and pussy and Relg's penis was wet. As Desirée watched, the rod slowly slid into Kalyani's hole; the Taurean groaned from the sensation. 

Din took the opportunity to turn Desirée over so that he could thrust into her. She let it happen, figuring she could allow him the occasional victory. She could feel the vines underneath her ass and legs, a leaf brushing her puckered hole. It felt strange, but pleasurable. Din was now increasing his pace, his face close to hers. She closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, stimulating her nerves. She could feel herself beginning the climb again, slowly reaching towards her second orgasm. Then he stiffened, his fingers squeezing her hips. She felt a wetness as his cock exploded inside her. Despite the sensation, it was not enough to put her over the edge. Luckily, he still remained hard, still kept sliding in and out of her, lubricated by both their juices. 

Beyond Din's bucking torso, she could hear Relg's low growls as he began thrusting more seriously into Kalyani, her whimpers of response. Desirée craned her neck around: her friend's face was clenched in pain, but she was thrusting her hips back against him, increasing the speed in which his cock hilted itself inside her.

Din also turned his head to look at what Relg was doing to Kalyani. "I must penetrate your other hole as well," the human said hoarsely to Desirée, in time with his thrusts. Sweat dripped from his forehead, ran along his chest. 

"You didn't say please."

"What?" He stopped.

"It's a word," she said tartly, squeezing her vaginal muscles, reminding him to get moving again. "It's what humans say if they want another human to do something they might not like."

"Oh." He still wasn't thrusting. "Please?"

"Please, what?"

"Please, may I penetrate your ass?"

She sighed. "Do you have any lubrication?"

"What?"

She bit off another sigh. "Something to ease the passage. You're not going in without some lube, Buster."

"Why do you keep calling me Buster?"

Frustration with this idiot made her snap. "Do you have any lubrication, or don't you?"

Din stared into space for several seconds. Desirée, trapped beneath him, tried to stimulate herself but he was unresponsive. It was the worst possible position: he was too far away for her to use his body to stimulate her clit, but she couldn't reach a finger in between to do it herself. She tried writhing, trying to get something going, but he still stared off blankly, and she couldn't get anything going. She growled with frustration: she was stuck underneath him, unable to move.

He finally snapped out of his reverie. "There is some lubrication by the fountain. Follow me." He began to pull out.

"Ah, ah, ah." Desirée wrapped her legs around him, stopping him. "Why don't you carry me. Please?"

"What?"

She tried not to sigh. Just her luck: her masculine ideal was dumber than a bag of hammers. "You can lift me up and carry me, can't you?" she said, squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles for emphasis. "I want to ride you while you carry me. Please?"

"I suppose so. If I must." 

"You're too kind." Desirée vainly tried to hide the sarcasm in her voice. He lifted her, pulling her against his hard chest as he straightened. She assisted him with her legs until he was standing, then wrapped them around his hips. As he walked, she bounced on his rod, feeling his pelvis rubbing against her clit, giving her the stimulation that she'd been craving. She clung to him, sweat gluing their bodies together, feeling her arousal climb again. She was getting close again; she could feel it build.

Her second orgasm was a fizzle more than an explosion; a loss of tension rather than the full-body convulsion she was used to. Desirée closed her eyes, hiding her disappointment. She wasn't sure if her underwhelming climax was due to her pussy being overstimulated, or a sign that her third orgasm was going to be a monster. Ordinarily, this wouldn't be a problem but she had long since realized that her guest had no clue what he was doing.

Din lifted her off his cock, despite her mewl of protest. "Here is this lubrication you wished for," he said, handing her a bowl full of milky liquid. 

She sniffed it, then rubbed it against her fingers. "This will work -- hey, not so fast!" she protested as he tried to position her against the fountain. "Let me do this."

Din drew himself up. "Why are you constantly--"

She shoved her face close to his, making him step back. "If you want my ass, you have to do it carefully. Is that understood?"

He blinked, stepped back. "You are a very improper female," he muttered.

Desirée sighed. "My ass, my rules. You want this, you do it my way." She placed the bowl next to the fountain, and took a dollop of lube. She could feel the cool spray of the fountain against her skin. Carefully opening her ass cheeks with one hand, she spread the lubrication on her puckered hole. Then, closing her eyes, she slowly inserted her index finger, pushing past the tight ring. She hissed when she felt the cold lube on her skin.

She stopped for a moment, letting herself get used to the sensation of her finger in her tight passage, before rolling her finger to widen her hole and relax her sphincter muscles. She bit her lip, biting back a gasp: she had come late to appreciating anal sex but she knew how to caress herself so that she would welcome the feeling of a hard cock in her puckered hole.

"Are you ready now?" Din demanded, his erect cock slapping against her left buttock.

"Hold your horses," she groaned, annoyed. "Be patient and--"

An inhuman bellow made her turn around. Relg, the veins standing out underneath his fur, roared as he pounded Kalyani's ass, his pelvis slapping her chocolate buttocks, powerful fingers pulling her hair, relentlessly slamming her against him in his lust. Kalyani, still propped with her chest on the bench seat, was biting her lip, tears streaming down her face, her hands white-knuckled as they grasped the back of the bench. It didn't look like she could take much more.

"Din?" Desirée said, removing her finger from her ass. "You're on your own."

"What?" the man sputtered as she ran towards Kalyani and the Taurean. "What are you . . . hey!"

Choosing her moment carefully, Desirée slid underneath her friend. She could feel the vines writhe and twist underneath her body; she lifted her head and, timing it to Relg's thrust, licked one of his balls and sucked it into her mouth. Relg abruptly stopped, quivering from this new sensation. Desirée sucked on one testicle, then the other, running her tongue over the hard flesh, using her hand to caress the one she wasn't licking. She could taste the mingled flavours of his flesh, Kalyani's sweat and cum, plus the surprising maple sweetness of the lube. Relg growled but he stayed still, allowing her to continue her ministrations.

Sure she had his full attention, Desirée began easing Relg's cock out of Kalyani's ass. Her cheeks were an angry red from where he had pounded into her, and her sphincter was stretched painfully around his penis. Once it was partly out, Desirée started licking the underside of his cock as well. She could feel Kalyani shuddering over her, barely able to keep herself upright. 

With an audible pop, Relg's tool slid out, cum dribbling from Kalyani's ass. She collapsed to the ground, legs twitching from the aftershock. Desirée swiftly wrapped her mouth around his meat, swirling her tongue around the helmet. Relg sighed, his brown eyes half-closed from pleasure. His stomach appeared slightly distended under the slabs of abdominal muscle.

"What are you doing, Relg?" Din demanded, storming up to them. "That human female is--"

The Taurean snapped, his white teeth clashing together mere inches from Din's nose. The man jumped back, falling to the ground. "That's not very nice," he muttered sulkily, retreating to the fountain.

Desirée continued caressing and sucking Relg's cock, hollowing her cheeks while fondling his balls with her left hand. Lifting herself up, she brought her breasts into play, squeezing them together so that she could slide his penis in the improvised sheath. With each thrust, she licked the top of his cock, swirling her tongue around the opening. He growled again, his mouth slack, his hands sliding along her bare shoulders. She ran her tongue along the underside, licking the cleft in his helmet, making him shudder. Then he stopped, his eyes staring into space. The plants rustled around them. Desirée continued what she was doing, but watched him, wondering what was going on.

He snapped out of his torpor. He quickly thrust against her breasts, driving the helmet into her mouth. Less than a minute later, he exploded, shooting all over on her breasts and neck. Despite the force of his orgasm, Relg's cock was still rock-hard.

With a smooth motion, Relg lifted Desirée and placed her on the bench. Trapping both her legs with his left arm, he lifted her up so that she was exposed to him, his right dipping below the bench. Desirée struggled but she couldn't move against him. With a feeling of disbelief, she felt the cold caress of his lubricated right hand at her asshole. 

"Relax," he growled when she flinched. "You came here of your own choice." Despite his harsh words, Relg was surprisingly gentle, easily opening up her puckered flower. She moaned from the sensation, her eyelids fluttering closed. She could feel his finger sliding inside her, spreading more lube, making the nerves in her ass tingle. She was breathing heavily, the rise and fall of her breasts causing his cum to drip down her body and splash on the bench seat. 

A second finger slid inside, also coated with lube. Desirée whimpered from the feeling; despite herself, her hips started to thrust back towards the Taurean, setting up an erotic rhythm. She moaned, grasping the back of the bench with both hands for support.

Then, his fingers were gone. Her eyes snapped open. Relg grasped her ankles with both hands and spread them so that she was totally exposed to his sight. He shifted position, bringing his hips up towards her. Desirée, her legs spread in a wide V, her back against the bench, bit her lip, knowing what was coming. The shadow of his horns crept across her slender torso as he loomed over her.

The massive cock pressed against her puckered hole, forcing it open. She gasped, feeling the intrusion spearing into her, the burn of the violation swiftly replaced with pleasure. Even still, his monstrous cock was stretching her tight passage. Desirée struggled to breathe, her fingers dug into the bench back as his penis slid deeper and deeper inside her. Her chest felt tight from the unaccustomed sensation; she panted, trying to relax tensed muscles. Relg growled low in his throat: she could tell he was fighting the urge to start slamming into her.

The tightness in her chest became easier and she felt a wave of pleasure spread as his cock head slid in a little farther. She moaned with the sensation, pulled back a little, then thrust back towards him. With a thrill of disbelief, she felt his balls slap the cheeks of her ass.

With a low growl, Relg began a slow thrusting rhythm, sliding his cock in and out of her, his hands moving from her ankles to her hips. Desirée thrust back against him, staring up into his lust-clouded brown eyes. She could feel sweat beading on her lithe body, mixing with the dried semen on her breasts and neck. She moaned again, knowing how her cries would increase her own pleasure. The Taurean growled in response, and his thrusts became more active, his iron cock becoming larger and warmer inside her. She sucked in her lower lip, her violet eyes fluttering closed from the intense sensation.

Kalyani's hand crept across Desirée's taut belly and touched her clit. Desirée moaned and shuddered, feeling her arousal climbing another notch; she opened her eyes to see her friend's face close to hers.

"Thank you," Kalyani said, leaning down. The two friends kissed, their tongues working together as Kalyani kept masturbating Desirée. She was panting: the combination of Kalyani's fingers on her nub and the massive cock sliding in and out of her ass was driving her higher towards an earth-shattering orgasm. Her knuckles were white from where she clutched the bench, her face squeezed into an expression of mingled pleasure and pain. She was so caught up in the waves of pleasure welling from her hips that she barely felt Relg's left hand leave her ankle.

Kalyani gasped and stiffened. Desirée saw her friend's eyes go wide, her mouth drop open. Between the cleft of Kalyani's buttocks, she could see Relg's hand working between her legs. Kalyani's face softened; she sighed, her mouth and body relaxing. She slumped, her head resting on Desirée's breasts, her black hair spread out like a curtain over their heaving bodies, her fingers still working Desirée's clit.

The sandy blonde courtesan was moaning continuously now, her gasps and squeals a counterpoint to Relg's grunts. He was thrusting even faster, the cords standing out in his neck, shoulders and arms. His teeth were clenched, and saliva dripped from his jaws, a sign that he was close.

Desirée's orgasm caught her by surprise, a sudden explosion in her loins that made her shriek with ecstasy. She gripped the bench with both hands so that her convulsions wouldn't hurl her off the wooden seat. Kalyani clutched her friend, holding on as her moans and cries became more and more intense. Desirée knew she had passed the peak of her climax, but the Taurean's frenzied thrusts kept her from relaxing. She groaned and writhed, caught on the knife point between agony and ecstasy. Smaller aftershocks rippled through her, making her quiver.

Kalyani convulsed as she came, her squeal muffled by Desirée left breast. Her arms squeezed her friend's ribs, then relaxed as the young Dalit slumped, panting onto Desirée's body. It was then that Relg finally bellowed his orgasm, his cock shooting thick streams of cum deep inside Desirée's bowels. It was only then that she could finally relax, the post-climax endorphins shooting through her body. She and Kalyani slumped to the ground, holding one another. Desirée laid her head against a pile of leaves. All she needed was to close her eyes for a second . . .

***

A furred hand shaking her foot made Desirée wake up.

"It is time for you to leave, Guild Courtesan Tanner and Guild Courtesan Kalyani," the mousy alien said, standing in the garden room. He held their clothes out in front of him, his nose twitching, the crown of leaves sitting on a rakish angle on his head. Kalyani mumbled against Desirée's breast, her movements stiff and sluggish. Both Din and Relg had disappeared.

With an obscene sucking sound, Desirée and Kalyani's breasts detached from one another. Desirée winced as she tried to stand up: she was going to be walking funny for the rest of the day. She slowly slipped on her dress, ignoring the sweat and dried cum on her firm, young body. Consulting her UTD, she found a message from Veronica Franco, requesting that they meet her in her office immediately.

Slipping on her shoes, Desirée followed her strange guide out of the garden room and through the Throzaahli spaceship, Kalyani stumbling behind her. The alien didn't speak the entire way.

***

Desirée returned to Veronica's office to find her sitting with Gruustok, the Diplomatic Corps representative. The reptilian diplomat looked peevish.

"Welcome back, dears," the Guild administrator said, motioning to the pair of smart chairs already placed for their use. "There's a pitcher of ice water on the sideboard. Let me know when you need some more."

Desirée poured herself a tumbler of ice water and drained it immediately, only realizing then how thirsty she was. She poured Kalyani a glass then refilled hers. Then, the two exhausted courtesans sat down, the chairs moulding themselves to their bodies.

"Excellent." The Guild administrator locked the door and consulted her desktop computer. "The Throzaahli spaceship is away, so we can talk freely." She fixed Desirée with a steely glare. "First off, Ms. Tanner, while I realize there was some conflict between the two missions I asked you to perform, I hope to never again see the kind of behaviour I witnessed from you today. Your treatment of the one who called himself Din was rude and unprofessional. Yes, it's difficult when two guests in a row display no concern for your pleasure, but to abandon him unsatisfied like that was completely out of line. Do I make myself clear?"

Desirée opened her mouth in protest, then firmly closed it again. "No, Ma'am," she said. "I was out of line. It won't happen again."

Veronica nodded. "Thank you. Ensure that it doesn't." Then she smiled. "On a more positive note, I believe your interactions with Din gave us the information we required. I think we've successfully identified the dominant race in the Throzaahli Collective."

Gruustok stirred uncomfortably. "Signora Franco, I do not believe--"

Veronica stopped him with a raised hand. "Let's test my hypothesis: Desirée, given your experiences today, what do you think the dominant race in the Throzaahli Collective is?"

Desirée downed her second glass of ice water, desperately attempting to kick-start her sex-fogged brain. She reviewed the events of the day, trying to detect a pattern to what she saw. Unnoticed, Kalyani refilled Desirée's glass before slugging back a third glassful herself.

Then, with a blinding flash, the answer came to her. Desirée looked up at the Guild administrator. "The plants, Ma'am?"

Veronica Franco grinned approvingly. "There you have it, Gruustok. Independent confirmation of my analysis, and I didn't feed her any hints."

The reptilian diplomat growled, frustrated. "Ma'am, might I remind you--"

Veronica's grin didn't waver. "Just because we haven't run into any sentient plant life yet doesn't mean they aren't out there. Disengage your prejudices for a moment, Gruustok, and look at the facts. All the representatives of the Throzaahli we have run into have all carried that ridiculous-looking garland around their heads. We know those mouse-like creatures are barely intelligent so therefore something's controlling them. Look how the one reacted when Desirée asked for its name? It was completely confused.

"The creatures known as Din and Relg were obviously constructs, designed to get close to our courtesans and extract what they wanted from them. Whenever Desirée did or said something that was outside of their programming, they had to consult someone, or something, else for instructions. They were very carefully controlled."

"But," Gruustok shook his long, flat head, clearly confused. "There's no possible way that--"

"Let's face it," Veronica said firmly. "The Diplomatic Corps was been looking in the wrong direction. We were so focused on the mammals within the Collective that we never even considered the possibility that something non-mammalian might be controlling their actions. As a science fiction writer from Earth once said, we suffered from Carpal Tunnel Vision."

"But, Ma'am." Desirée refilled her water glass and drained it yet again. "If that's the case, what did they want from us?"




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Veronica smirked, turning her computer screen so they could see the data readout. "That is where I had a significant advantage: I was tapped into your UTD's. Have you noticed how much water the two of you are drinking right now?" 

Desirée and Kalyani stared at each other, then down at their glasses.

"Please, keep going," the Guild administrator said. "According to your UTD's, you're severely dehydrated and need to replenish your fluids. Also, Kalyani, you mentioned before meeting Din and Relg that you would shortly need to go to the washroom. Do you still feel that way?"

Kalyani's mouth dropped open. She slowly shook her head.

"Precisely," Veronica said. "And that was the final piece of the puzzle. Biological waste products, properly diluted, are often used as fertilizer for plant life. It also explains why both Relg and Din were so obsessed with having anal sex with you; they wanted to harvest your waste products to see if it could be used as food."

Gruustok shook his head. "I cannot fault your analysis, Ma'am, but your conclusions are completely preposterous. It makes no biological sense that plant matter could develop sentience."

"Earth bumblebees are capable of flight, even though it should be aerodynamically impossible," Veronica pointed out. "Either we need to recalibrate our scanners, or develop new methods of monitoring their brainwave patterns. Nevertheless, I think it is significant that Guild Courtesan Tanner and I came to the exact same conclusion, independent of one another and I will write my report to that effect. This also means we might have something the Throzaahli wants, which will aid negotiations immeasurably."

She smiled warmly at her courtesans. "Now, I believe Desirée and Kalyani have more than earned a well-deserved shower and rest. We're both grateful for what you've done today."

Gruustok looked troubled, but he inclined his head graciously. "I agree. Thanks to the both of you. I would also suggest that you two get a full-body scan so that we know whether or not the Throzaahli implanted any sort of devices on your bodies."

"Agreed," Veronica Franco said. "After that, you're free for the rest of the day. Dismissed."

***

Author's Note: I'm having trouble deciding who will feature in Desirée's next adventure. Would you prefer Veronica Franco, the Guild administrator, plus some empaths, in the next story? Or would you like Cyraena the Draco courtesan? Either one will be pretty hot, so everyone wins. Please leave a public comment below, stating your choice. Thanks in advance, and thanks for reading. :)



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 10



The final notes of Pratallix's 12th Concerto for Kalushtra hung in the air, like fine crystal, before the audience broke into thunderous applause. Farrah Farruhz, the celebrated virtuoso, stood up from her instrument and fluttered her white-feathered wings, acknowledging the 15,000 aliens who had gathered into the Galos City Centennial Concert Hall to hear her play. The audience began standing, or hovering, each giving Farruhz their equivalent of a standing ovation. The slender Swantahl fluttered her wings again before striding off, leaving her instrument standing alone in the middle of the stage.

"I understand she used to be a Guild courtesan," Tal Jin leaned over to whisper in Desirée Tanner's ear, one of his twelve tentacles brushing her bare arm. "With the Fenar III House, I recall."

Desirée grinned. "You must have read the program notes, too." Veronica Franco's borrowed earrings dangled against Desirée's slender neck, brushing the wisps of her sandy blonde hair, now carefully plaited into a formal style against her subdued, elegant makeup. Even though she was on paid vacation, she wore a long, low-cut gown in the Guild colours of red and gold. "Professor Ssurhuk-T'at once told me that her manual dexterity had always been . . . most impressive."

"His pause, or yours?" he teased gently. 

Her lips brushed his hearing slit. "His, actually." He shivered appreciatively. 

The audience was still enthusiastically applauding according. Desirée knew there would be no encore; Farruhz never gave one.

"Intriguing. Ah, I see they're bringing the house lights up," the young Tekkamaru diplomat said. "Would you like to accompany me somewhere for a light refreshment?"

"I would love to," she said, turning towards the end of her row. She could feel the speculative eyes upon her as she did so. Despite Guild courtesans being a common sight on Galos IV, it was still cause for comment to see a junior courtesan in the stalls of the Concert Hall, especially accompanying a non-Guild member. 

Desirée ignored the covert scrutiny; Tal Jin was not in his yearly heat so he wasn't calling on her professional skills. He simply had a pair of tickets for the concert and asked her to join him for the evening. Desirée, who considered the Tekkamaru a good friend, was more than happy to do so. 

"Do you have a place in mind, or would you like me to make some suggestions?" she asked. "I know a number of good restaurants here in town."

"I'm certain you do," Jin said dryly. Not all guests wanted to be entertained in the Guild House. He followed her towards the exits, wearing the black and gold uniform of the Diplomatic Corps. "Nevertheless, I know a place we can go. It would be my treat."

* **

"You never told me why you came all the way to Galos IV just for a single concert." Desirée stirred her tarliss. It was the closest equivalent she could find to a latte, although it had more of a chocolate almond taste. The restaurant was quiet and intimate with soft lighting; although Desirée had never been there before, it was high on her list of recommended nightspots on Galos IV. "I'm flattered of course, but it's quite a long way from the Kahlis System, even to hear Farrah Farruhz play."

Jin's expression didn't change: he casually activated the privacy screen before taking another sip of his firdrakh tea. "Ambassador Sukohl paid for both my flight and the concert. I'm being kept out of the way," he replied once the screen was up. The disruptor field, regularly found on tables in more upscale restaurants, disrupted any electronic devices and made it impossible for outside observers to read lips or other speaking appendages. 

Desirée blinked. "Why?"

He grimaced, red flashes appearing on his pink skin. "The ambassador handed me these tickets, just as we were about to begin another round of negotiations. Very generous of him, but it's clear he doesn't want my input on the discussions. The situation is deteriorating rapidly on Kahlis IX, and the good Ambassador," Jin's face was carefully neutral again, "feels my views are far too aggressive for his taste."

She cocked her head. "What's been happening?"

"General Xerkis is becoming more and more erratic, and his demands of the Verlit Oligarchy to hand over the dissident Xital, and his claims against the Confederation itself, are becoming more aggressive," the Tekkamaru diplomat said. "My sources also tell me he's regularly using Fikhylthan." 

Desirée sucked in a breath. Fikhylthan was a highly addictive derivative of the Fikhyl plant, found only in the Kahlis System. Much like cocaine on Earth, it gave the user a short, powerful burst of euphoria but addicts displayed erratic, aggressive behaviour and paranoia. If Kalhis IX's dictator was a Fikhylthan addict, that meant an already volatile region of space was becoming even more dangerous.

Jin nodded. "I have reason to believe the Kahlisians are becoming increasingly angry with his administration, but Xerkis still has control of the army. As long as that situation continues, then there is little anyone can do to dislodge him from power. Unfortunately, he still has ambitions outside of the Kahlis System. The Confederation has repeatedly censured him in Parliament but there's still a deadlock as to how to proceed against him. So, we do nothing, except condemn his actions in Parliament and send him warnings."

She winced at the acid tone in his voice. Jin's belief was that several fleets of Confederation warships running exercises in the Kahlis system would swiftly show Xerkis the error of his ways, but the diplomat's immediate superior didn't share that view. But, if Jin's information was correct, any prior predictions about Xerkis' behaviour just went straight out the airlock.

A single tone emitted from their table, a request for them to drop their disruptor screen. After a quick glance at Desirée, Jin killed the field.

"Excuse me, sir and madam," the robotic voice of the table said. "I have a Priority One message for Guild Courtesan Desirée Tanner from Guild Administrator Veronica Franco. Will you accept the message?"

"Yes," Desirée said. "I accept." An image of Franco appeared in Desirée's eyeballs, through her UTD. The message was barely 30 standard seconds old. The Guild administrator wore her gray suit, and she appeared the worse for wear. It clearly had been a long and difficult day for the slender, curly-haired brunette.

"I'm sorry to disturb you on your week off, darling," the recorded message began, "but I have an urgent request and I'm finding myself short on available courtesans. There's no need to return immediately, but can you help? Please call me as soon as you get this. Franco out."

Desirée checked her chronometer. It was already well into night; Veronica should have been in bed long ago. She turned off the message and turned back to her date for the evening.

"Duty calls?" he smiled to take any possible sting from his words.

She grimaced. "Not quite, but I have to make a quick call. Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

Smiling at him, Desirée activated the disruptor screen so it only shielded herself. That done, she placed a call to her boss.

Veronica accepted it immediately. "Thank you for getting back to me so quickly, dear. How was the concert?"

"Wonderful," Desirée smiled back. "How can I help?"

"There's no need for you to return immediately," Veronica said quickly, "but I just received an urgent communiqué. There's a group of guests arriving tomorrow, and they've requested our services on an important matter. I can't give you any further details but discretion is of the highest priority."

Desirée blinked. Veronica never used those words lightly. "I understand, Ma'am. When do you need me?"

"Their ship arrives at 0700 hours," the administrator replied. "You will have no other appointments for the day, and you are to take as long as it takes. Is that understood?"

An open-ended appointment like that implied that, whoever this guest was, he, she or it had a lot of money. Securing a Guild Courtesan's services in such a manner, even one as junior as Desirée, wasn't cheap.

"Understood, Ma'am. Should I meet the ship at 0700 then?"

"No. I'll need you in Room 7419 at 0830 instead."

Desirée blinked again. This was really getting strange: no one knew what Room 7419 was used for, but there had been no shortage of rumours among the courtesans. Now Desirée would be the first to uncover the mystery.

"Is there anything I'll need to bring?"

Veronica shook her head. Desirée could see the lines of exhaustion on her face. "Just yourself. And don't discuss this with anyone else. That's an order."

"I understand. Anything else you think I should know?"

"No. That should cover it. Enjoy the rest of your evening, dear, but don't make it too late. Franco out."

"Sleep well, Ma'am. Tanner out." They both killed the line, then Desirée turned off the disruptor. Tal Jin was looking at her with a wry expression on his face.

"I take it you must return to the Guild House now?"

She checked her chronometer. It was already 2449; Galos IV ran on a 26-hour clock. "Unfortunately yes," she said. "I'm so sorry about this, Jin."

"Nonsense," the Tekkamaru said, punching in a request for the bill. "May I ask what that was about? It looked important."

"I'm afraid I can't discuss the details." Desirée tried to put the bill on her card, but Jin beat her to it. 

The octopus-like alien smiled triumphantly, punching in his credit number. "Highest discretion, hmm?" He drummed a tentacle against his lips, giving her a look of playful malice. "Off-hand, I can think of a few delicate political situations that might require Guild assistance."

He counted them off on his tentacles. "There's War Master Turok of the Leonorilla: there have been nasty rumours about his proclivities for years now. The Pathor Royal Family urgently requires an heir, but I'm not really sure how the Guild could help with that situation. 

"Then there's Prelate Asvarghan of the Brokkas United Church. Despite Church law requiring their priests be celibate, it's believed he has fathered at least one illegitimate child and keeps about 4 mistresses. Of course, it's also believed he's a mole for the Ogami Secret Service but that rumour's more questionable. Am I getting close?" he grinned at her.

"To be honest, you know more than I," she told him. "Signora Franco didn't give me any details."

"Fair enough," he conceded, standing up. "I thank you for a most charming evening, Desirée, and I hope we can do this again sometime."

She stood up as well, smoothing her gown and wrapping her shawl around her shoulders. "Likewise," she told her friend. "And I hope you get the chance to visit me should you require it."

"Not for another 5 months, alas," Jin admitted. The Tekkamaru went into heat once a year; at that time, Jin's visit to the Guild was covered under the Diplomatic Corps' health plan. "But to enjoy the pleasure of your company on the Corps' credit?" He gently took her hand in a tentacle and kissed it. "How could I refuse?"

She dimpled at him. "I look forward to it."

***

Morning found Desirée in front of Room 7419. Despite being 15 minutes early, she was already dressed and made up. Because of the early hour, she hadn't attended the morning calisthenics routine that would also begin in 15 minutes. She stared at the blank door, wondering what was behind it. There had been plenty of rumours since the room had been security sealed eight Standard months ago, but no real information. All anyone knew was that Guild Administrator Franco had personally overseen several deliveries to the room, and only a few select people had seen them. No one who knew was talking.

A noise made her turn her head. She saw Veronica Franco walking towards her, wearing a close-fitting uniform similar to Desirée's outfit. That in itself wasn't so surprising since Desirée had patterned her one-piece dress after Veronica's original Guild uniform, but the administrator hadn't worn that outfit in years, preferring a more austere suit for her administrative duties.

"Good morning, dear," Veronica said. She stood five inches shorter than Desirée's 5'9". "Did you sleep well?"

"Not bad," the younger woman admitted. "Yourself?"

Veronica grimaced. "Too much going on, unfortunately." She placed her right palm at a specific point next to the door. The section of wall glowed a dull blue, then a number pad slid out. Hiding what she was doing from the young courtesan, Veronica quickly keyed a number combination on the pad. The pad slid out of sight, then the door irised open.

Veronica grinned. "So, what's the latest rumour about what's in this room?"

"I can't say, Ma'am." Desirée tried to see past her boss. "I don't listen to rumour."

"You're a terrible liar, darling." Veronica removed her red pumps and stepped through the open door. "Take off your shoes and come on in."

Her own shoes in her hand, Desirée walked in to find a sterile white room. The floor was soft and springy underneath her feet, almost as if she was walking on a firm mattress. The door irised closed behind her. 

In the middle was a padded examination table, able to accommodate a human shape. Desirée's violet eyes narrowed as the noticed the wrist and ankle restraints on each end of the table. At the foot of the table stood a large black box, placed on a wheeled cart. 

Veronica pressed a sequence on a numbered keypad on the wall. Desirée heard the whine of a disruptor field being engaged.

"Now we can speak privately," the Guild administrator said. Placing her shoes by the door, she walked towards the examination table. "For now, what's in this room is Top Secret. You are not to discuss anything you see, hear or do with anyone else, on pain of having your Guild membership -- and possibly your Confederation citizenship -- immediately and permanently revoked. Is that understood?"

Desirée's eyes widened. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Good." Veronica's stance softened. "I told our guest that you could be trusted, and for all our sakes, I need you to keep quiet about what you will be involved in." She took a deep breath. "Today, you will be entertaining Crown Prince Viloss of the Pathor Royal Family and his consort, for as long as they require."

"All right. But how, Ma'am? From all I've heard, the Pathor are completely uninterested in relations with other races."

"You are correct. But I'll get to that," Veronica patted the black box, "later. As you may or may not know, there have been concerns that Prince Viloss has not produced an heir despite being married for 5 standard years."

Desirée nodded. Despite rarely reading the gossip forums, she was aware that Viloss' inability in that regard was the subject of much debate.

Veronica sighed. "The truth is that Prince Viloss suffers from severe erectile dysfunction. The Royal doctors determined that he has sufficient sperm count to produce an heir, but have been unable to cure his difficulties, even with injections of Asmodii venom." Asmodii venom was the only known aphrodisiac in the Intergalactic Confederation; Desirée knew its effects intimately. 

"The Royal Family has kept any information about Prince Viloss' condition quiet, but ugly rumours have already spread. King Ghiloss is old and if Prince Viloss cannot produce an heir soon in the traditional manner, he will likely find himself declared unfit to rule and removed from the succession."

"So what's my part in all this?"

"The doctors discovered that Prince Viloss can achieve climax if he is exposed to the thoughts of another creature in high sexual arousal. He is not only an empath but he's partly telepathic as well. However, delving into a non-telepathic creature's mind while they're unguarded like that is against Pathor law, and he could be subject to severe prosecution. 

"Which is why they are coming here, in secret, to see if you can help inspire the Prince to impregnate his wife."

"So I'm to lie on the table and masturbate while Prince Viloss has sex with his wife?"

The Guild administrator grinned. "Close, but not quite."

"Why do I need to be restrained?" Desirée asked, eyeing the table with its leather cuffs.

"The Royal Family has been the target of several assassination attempts," Veronica replied. "Once you've been strapped in, Prince Viloss' bodyguard will examine you to determine whether or not you pose a threat. Even afterwards, you will still be restrained just in case, and Pandora's Box here will do the rest."

"What is it?"

Veronica grinned, flipping open a keypad on the side of the box. "This is the second secret you must keep, but only until the patent applications have been approved."

She punched in a numbered sequence. The side facing the table opened up and a number of blunt objects slid out, moving in a random pattern. "This is the ultimate in biomechanical sexual stimulation. An engineer friend of mine developed this: he's quite the voyeur and he was interested in the myriad ways one could sexually stimulate a creature. After he showed me his initial design, I backed him financially until he could put together a working model. This," she patted it again, "is the final prototype.

"Using the keypad, you can set it to adjust to whichever creature or gender you wish to pleasure, and set the duration and intensity of the program. It even adjusts settings, depending on whether you wish to climax quickly or delay it for a prolonged period. It's also voice-activated, and quickly shuts off should you say the programmed safe word. It self cleans automatically, is easily maintainable, can be updated with new programs, and runs on very little power."

Desirée nodded, mesmerized by the writhing armatures protruding from the box. "So what do you get out of the deal?"

"Other than a sizable share of the profits?" Veronica shrugged. "As part of our agreement, he exclusively sells it to the Guild for the first fifteen years. After that, he can make it commercially available to anyone he wishes."

"This thing could put us out of business."

"Hardly," the Guild administrator said dryly. "Too many of our guests wish more than raw stimulation from Guild courtesans. I wouldn't be surprised if we see far more courtesans than guests strapped to Pandora's Box in the coming years."

"Is it safe?"

"Darling," Veronica grinned wickedly, "it's *perfectly* safe."

"Oh."

"Well, someone had to be the Beta Tester," she shrugged sensuously, "and who better than someone who is intimately versed in all forms of pleasure?" She checked her chronometer. "Either way, it's time to get you ready. Hop up here, and we'll get you started."

Veronica turned her back and started working with the controls. Desirée slid out of her dress. Despite the warm air in the room, her nipples stood out in stiff peaks from her perky breasts. She narrowed her eyes: had she seen a quick glance from her boss? 

She folded her dress and placed it on the floor by the examining table. That done, she slid her red thong down her legs and kicked it onto her dress. Stepping towards the apparatus, she noticed another glance from Veronica. Lifting herself onto the table, she placed her legs in the padded stirrups.

"All right, you'll need to lie back and let," Veronica stopped when she saw Desirée lying naked on the padded table, her legs spread. She coughed. "The Box needs to scan you first, so lie back and close your eyes." 

Desirée lay back, her arms fitting naturally into the padded restraints above her head. The loose ends of the cuffs brushed her wrists. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. The natural curve of the examination table caused her breasts and hips to thrust forward and her pussy and anus exposed to whatever the box would thrust into her. Veronica gently placed an eyemask over Desirée's face to protect her from the scanning ray; the young courtesan thought she felt Veronica's fingers brush her cheek.




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She tried not to wriggle; she could feel the leather padding warming against her shoulders and ass, the lilac scent of Veronica as she walked away from her, her bare feet almost silent on the padded floor.

Pandora's Box started to hum; she tried not to flinch as the warmth of the laser scan tickled the soles of her feet. Desirée felt the beam flicker across her ankles and calves, sliding up towards her knees, then along her thighs. The leather padding was warming to her body heat; it caressed her like a lover's hand, its distinctive odour filling the air. Her fingers flexed above her head, the leather cuffs rubbing against her wrists.

The laser scan brushed against her naked pussy lips; she gasped from the sensation, twitching.

"Try not to move, darling." Veronica's voice was husky; her lips brushed Desirée's ear. "It will throw off the scan."

Desirée fought to keep still as the laser slowly slid up her body, following the curve of her taut belly, the rise of her ribcage and up to the stiff peaks of her nipples. The scan slid over her shoulders, along her neck and up over her face before terminating just above her hairline.

The eyemask was removed: Desirée opened her eyes to see Veronica fiddling with something behind the machine. The older woman's gaze was fixed on her work but Desirée could see the spots of colour on her cheeks, her heightened breathing.

"So what's next?" Desirée leaned forward. She could feel the familiar sensations of her own arousal. Despite herself, she shivered. 

"We'll need to prepare you for when Prince Viloss and his consort arrive," the curly-haired brunette replied. She walked around Pandora's Box towards the young blonde. "If you wish, I can set up a program that will--"

Desirée cocked an eyebrow. "How much time do we have?"

"Thirty min--" Veronica stopped when she caught the younger courtesan's expression. She blushed; Desirée could see the naked hunger in Veronica's brown eyes before another emotion shuttered her face.

She looked down, cleared her throat. "Desirée, as attractive as your . . . suggestion is, I feel relations between courtesans outside of our work is rarely a good idea. I am flattered, truly, but--"

"You've had sex with Professor Ssurhuk-T'at at least once outside of work hours." 

Veronica opened her mouth, then closed it. She smoothed her hands on her Guild uniform, leaving sweat stains on the red and gold fabric. "That's different," she finally said. "Ssurhuk-T'at and I are much closer in seniority. There are less implications of impropriety. We're--"

Desirée caught one of Veronica's fluttered hands in her own. The woman stared at her, stricken. She could see the flush in Veronica's cheeks, her full lips swollen with need, her nipples straining against the tight fabric of her dress. Desirée gently pulled Veronica towards her, looking up into the older woman's dark eyes, she placed a kiss on the soft inner skin of Veronica's wrist.

"The Guild system is far too open to abuse," Veronica started. It sounded more like a plea. "I would never forgive myself for taking advantage of one of the younger courtesans--"

Still staring into her eyes, Desirée took Veronica's hand and placed delicate kisses on the knuckles, her tongue flickering out to lick the soft webbing between her fingers. Veronica gasped, her eyelids fluttered. Desirée smiled; she placed Veronica's hand on her left breast, the palm rubbing her nipple. Sliding her hand outside of Veronica's, she gave it a squeeze so it would transfer the pressure to her high mound. She closed her eyes briefly, then captured Veronica's other hand with her own, drawing her towards her. 

"It's been way too long for you, hasn't it?" Desirée asked softly.

Veronica was silent for several seconds, then: "It has."

Smiling nervously, she slid her left hand up Desirée's arm, the simple action making every nerve tingle. Brushing across her shoulder, teasing the sensitive strands of her sandy blonde hair, the senior courtesan lightly cupped Desirée's neck, tilting her head back to receive her kiss.

As a fully trained Guild courtesan, Desirée thought she knew how to kiss. She'd had four years to refine her technique, learning from some of the finest practitioners of the art of giving pleasure in the galaxy. However, she felt like a rank novice when Veronica Franco's experienced lips embraced hers, her tongue sliding against hers in a sinuous dance, her white teeth gently biting Desirée's lower lip, making her moan into Veronica's open mouth. The older woman's fingers gently massaged the back of Desirée's neck, instinctively finding the places that made her melt, heat pooling in her hips. 

Veronica's lips slid away from Desirée's, leaving her gasping for air. She lightly bit Desirée's chin before licking, biting and sucking her way down the younger woman's neck before tormenting the delicate flesh of her breasts. She pressed Desirée back onto the examining bed, moving in between her outspread thighs, the fabric of her dress brushing Desirée's pussy, making her moan. Desirée's fingers found the mag binding on the older woman's dress, opening it up, her fingers diving in to caress and squeeze Veronica's creamy mounds.

Veronica hissed and moaned, sinuously moving her body in response to Desirée's caress, her dress sliding to the floor. Desirée, knowing that Veronica liked a harder touch than most, adjusted her technique to compensate, squeezing her small breasts and pulling the swollen nipples.

"I'm afraid I can't let you cum, my dear," Veronica whispered in Desirée's ear before lightly biting the soft flesh under her lobe. "Prince Viloss must experience your emotions at full arousal for this to work."

"But what about you?" She writhed under Veronica's weight, using her lips, teeth and tongue to attack the other woman's throat, using the same technique the senior courtesan had used on her.

"You are a wicked, wicked girl," she said approvingly, taking a few seconds to slide off her panties, her hips wriggling against Desirée's inner thighs. Her mouth dove in for a long, lingering kiss, their lips and tongues dancing with each other. Again, Desirée moaned, helpless against flawless technique and several centuries of experience. Veronica's long fingers slid up Desirée's flanks, finding the countless places that made her writhe and whimper with pleasure.

"Sit on my face." Desirée gripped a handful of Veronica's hair, pulling her head away from hers, gently biting Veronica's soft chin. The older woman whimpered before gathering her hips under her, bringing her pelvis up towards her lover's waiting mouth. 

Desirée's mouth watered at the sight of Veronica's neatly trimmed pussy, the soft folds dewy and radiating heat. Veronica's body was firm and youthful, despite her many centuries. Her ribs were visible but not jutting and there were no signs of sagging or stretch marks. Desirée's hands gripped Veronica's hips as if she was a priceless goblet that the young courtesan was about to sip from.

Veronica moaned when Desirée's tongue brushed her clitoris; she bit her lower lip, massaging her breasts as she lowered herself onto Desirée's waiting mouth. Almost immediately, she started bucking uncontrollably, wailing and biting her lip while Desirée's tongue speared her inner depths. Desirée could tell Veronica was close: her pussy was unbelievably hot and lubricating furiously. Trying to get some room so she could breathe, the young courtesan slid her arms around Veronica's taut thighs -- fondling the velvet skin over rubber hard flesh -- using her fingers to spread and caress Veronica's pussy lips.

Then, just as her thumb rubbed Veronica's clit against her pelvic bone, Desirée's tongue stabbed into the older woman's hot depths as far as it would go. The reaction was electric: Veronica screamed her orgasm, her hips blurring against Desirée's face as her pussy juices gushed all over her lover's mouth and chin. She convulsed for almost twenty seconds, her firm breasts jiggling from the forces thrusting through her body.

"Oh wow," Veronica panted when she was finally able to speak. Her face was flushed and her hair was loose around her head. "Thank you so much. I needed that." 

Lifting Desirée's hands, she slowly kissed them, making lingering love to each finger before placing the young courtesan's wrists back on the leather armrests. Sliding her naked body against Desirée's, she lowered herself onto her lover, kissing and licking her cum from Desirée's face and neck, still holding her arms over her head. Desirée moaned from the sensation, feeling every nerve tingle to the sensations Veronica's talented lips and tongue provoked in her. She dimly wondered if it was possible to cum just from being kissed like that.

"That was good, my dear," Veronica whispered when she was finished, her face close to Desirée's. "But now it's time for the master to get to work."

She chuckled, a wicked, throaty sound, before she slid, kissing her way down Desirée's taut young body. Desirée closed her eyes against the sensation, but they opened wide when she tried to move her arms. She looked up: At some point, Veronica had somehow managed to cuff Desirée's wrists without her even noticing it. 

"Relax, my dear," Veronica chuckled from where she had been nibbling on Desirée's breasts. "It's my turn to give you pleasure now." 

Desirée moaned when Veronica's teeth lightly bit her nipple, arching her back to encourage the other courtesan to do more. 

"That's right," Veronica whispered. "You know the way there." 

Desirée barely noticed as Veronica strapped her ankles into the stirrups; she was focused on the silky softness of Veronica's body sliding against hers, the feel of her mouth against her velvet skin. Desirée moaned, all thought chased out of her head by the incredible sensations the senior courtesan was giving her. Desirée's nipples were incredibly hard, sticking nearly half an inch from her young breasts; her taut belly heaved, trails of sweat and saliva running down the ridge of her ribcage and pooling at her belly button, her pelvis glistening as it moved voluptuously under her lover's talented touch.

It was a master class in pleasure. Veronica played her body like Farrah Farruhz had played the kalushtra last night: manipulating her writhing body with a virtuoso's touch, anticipating her needs, helping her traverse the terraces of arousal. Desirée was adrift in a sea of delight, never wanting it to end. 

Her eyes snapped open: Veronica's hands and mouth abruptly left her body. The air in the room was suddenly cold on Desirée's overheated skin. She whimpered from the sudden loss of sensation.

"I'm so sorry, my dear." Veronica's brown eyes were wicked. "But I did tell you that I couldn't allow you to cum." She lifted herself from Desirée's writhing body, admiring how it curved invitingly on the padded table. "You're perfect," she said, sliding on her red panties before putting her dress back on. "Once Prince Viloss tastes your emotions, he'll be ravishing his wife like he's never done before."

"Just one," Desirée begged, struggling against the soft cuffs. "Just one little orgasm. Please."

"Sssh," Veronica said. Now fully dressed, she lightly ran her fingers along Desirée's body, then kissed the soft flesh of her inner arm. "I've put together a special program that's tailored to drive you wild. You just wait for Prince Viloss, my dear, and it will be nothing like you've ever experienced before."

She pushed Pandora's Box so that it was between the stirrups, the machine half a foot from Desirée's dripping pussy. Giving the black machine one last check, Veronica detached a wireless remote from the housing and placed it on the soft floor by the door. Putting her shoes back on her feet, she pressed a sequence on the numbered keypad by the door, causing it to iris open.

"Try to relax until I get back, dear," she said demurely, just before the door closed behind her. "I won't be long."

Desirée whined with frustration when she finally realized she was alone. She strained against the straps but she was firmly bound in place, unable to do anything except lie there and wait for someone to come and turn on the box. She could feel the aching emptiness, the need for someone or something to caress her clit, nibble her nipples and fill her starving cunt. The breeze from the internal vents was cool on her sweaty body, a contrast to the warm leather that cupped her back and ass. The seconds ticked slowly by. It was agony.

She looked at the featureless black box, wondering what it would do to her when (or possibly if) someone bothered to come in and turn the damn thing on. Judging from the way Veronica talked about it, it was something pretty impressive. But right now, she didn't care. 

Even the clumsy touch of a Mkoltos would be enough to bring her to orgasm, but she couldn't touch any part of herself. She was entirely dependent on whoever would walk through that door to give the satisfaction her body was screaming for. She licked parched lips; she shifted in her restraints, seeing if she could even get the tiniest touch of her thigh against her swollen pussy lips, so as to get herself off. But it was no use; she couldn't move. Thanks to the disruptor field, she couldn't access her UTD. The room had no windows and there was a constant light; no way she could judge the passage of time.

An endless moment later, the door irised open. A Grankhaur stooped through the portal. The ten-foot tall reptilian warrior flipped open a portable scanner, glaring at her with dead eyes as he manipulated the controls. Desirée bit her lip, feeling a chill despite her high arousal. 

The Grankhauer were considered the best bodyguards and mercenaries in the Confederation. Fanatically loyal to whoever was paying them, they were some of the most terrifying warriors this side of the Leonorilla Battle Masters. In addition, the Grankhauer warriors were gelded at birth, so as not to be distracted by pleasures of the flesh. The procedure did nothing to soften their near-psychotic temperament.

After several seconds of consulting his scanner, the Grankhauer grunted. "Everything in this room looks clear," he spoke to someone outside the door, his hissing translated through Desirée's UTD. "However, I don't like the looks of that black box by the human female. I want it removed."

Veronica Franco entered the room, leading a pair of richly-dressed Pathor. The male, who could only be Prince Viloss, appeared pale and on edge. The young woman at his side -- his wife Princess Felidia -- had the bored look of a spoiled child.

"As I have told you before," Veronica said evenly once the door was closed, "the box is no threat to your Masters and is essential for this to work. I have explained its function to you twice already. There is no need for you to worry."

The Grankhauer bared his carnivore's teeth. "I do not find your reassurances sufficient, Guild Administrator," he hissed. "I see too much potential for harm."

Veronica's brown eyes blazed. "Are you implying that the Guild's security systems aren't sufficient to protect our guests?" she asked. "You seem to forget that it is also the Guild's reputation at stake should something go wrong. That gives me an equal reason to be concerned for your Masters' welfare."

The Grankhauer's talons flexed. "So you say. Words are cheap."

"K'rulthlass, that's enough," Prince Viloss said firmly, placing his seven-fingered hand on Veronica's shoulder. "We have already trusted our secrets to Guild Administrator Franco; her discretion and trustworthiness are well-known throughout the Confederation."

"Yes, Master," K'rulthlass hissed, his body language subservient. "Please forgive my hasty words, Administrator Franco. My concern for my Master's wellbeing is paramount."

"Accepted," she replied graciously. "We both wish to protect your Prince from harm, K'rulthlass. There's no reason why we should bicker over his safety." The Grankhauer nodded.

"Your Highness," Veronica bowed to the Prince and his consort. "This room is yours. The remote," she picked it up and offered it to Prince Viloss, "controls the box that will stimulate Guild Courtesan Tanner. The large dial here adjusts the intensity of the stimulation. Is there anything else you require?"

"No, there is not," the Prince replied. "You and K'rulthlass may leave us." Felidia snorted, staring at the opposite wall.

Both Veronica and the Grankhauer bowed formally and left the room, the door irising closed behind them. 

"Now we are alone, my dear," Sparing a quick look at Desirée, curved invitingly on the padded table, Prince Viloss turned on the remote and adjusted the dial to a low setting. He was about average height for a Pathor, about 5 feet tall, and his body was slender. Pale, shoulder-length hair curled past his pointed ears, highlighting sharp, even cruel features. Path was a permanently overcast, forest world and his irises were pinholes even in the relatively dim light of Room 7419.

Desirée stifled a moan. A soft brush had extended from Pandora's Box and was lightly stroking the tender flesh along her neck, behind her knees and the inside of her arms, but deliberately staying away from any of her erogenous zones. She shivered from the sensation, her frustration vanishing with the onset of arousal.

"Alone, but for the slut." Princess Felidia was from one of the high noble houses on Path, and Desirée knew their marriage was chiefly a political one. She had dark brown hair and olive skin, an extreme rarity on Path, and she was clearly proud of her exotic colouring. Despite her beauty, her face had a sullen expression, and Desirée could feel her anger from across the room.

"You resent the Guild Courtesan's presence?" 

"Why should I feel any resentment, my lord?" Her tone dripped acid. "I am but your consort. I am not allowed to feel any emotion merely because my husband does not find my beauty sufficient to stir his desire, and he must use others for his stimulation. Are you planning on fucking the human whore as well?"

Despite the feathery touches from the brush, Desirée fought to control her anger over being called a whore. But she was smart enough not to say anything; for now, she needed to be unheard, her heated emotions inspiring Prince Viloss to mount his wife.

"Felidia, that is enough." He said calmly. "You know the situation. I've always known your biggest ambition was to become Queen of Path. Should you wish to fulfill that ambition, we need to make an heir, you and I. Isn't that sacrifice enough to get what you truly want?" His lip curled.

"Of course, my lord." She bowed her head, but the acid never left her voice. "I am your obedient servant, here only to serve your needs. Are you *up*," she emphasized the word maliciously, "to giving me your orders?"

In a corner of her mind, Desirée felt a pressure, as if a window had suddenly opened. Prince Viloss gasped, then his mouth opened in a lazy grin. "See for yourself, my dear." Desirée could see the erection tenting his pants.

"Very good, my lord," she sniffed. "I'm glad to see the slut's thoughts arouse you. I feel so complimented by your interest in her, and so pleased that we must violate our laws, and ancient custom, for you to get your seed in me. Shall I remove my clothes so you can mount me for once? And shall I show you which hole you have to stick it in?" 

Despite his erection, Prince Viloss' face was bitter. "You shall open your thoughts to the courtesan's," he said. "That is an order."

"I'd sooner kiss a Grankhauer."

"That can be arranged," he said smoothly. She pouted, sarcastically acknowledging the hit. Then, his face changed. "Come, my dear. This must happen: you want it, and I want it. I have gone to great expense to arrange this afternoon. If not for me, then think of your ambition. Think of what carrying my child will do for the prestige of your House. You need a son, I need a son, the kingdom needs an heir. If not for your own needs, then think of your House."




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 10



"How dare you!" she screamed. "You have no idea what my wants or needs are! I could have had any man on Path! Why should I have settled for some impotent princeling, son of a doddering fool?" She tried to slap him, but his hand caught her wrist. He dropped the remote. Desirée stifled a sob when the dial hit the floor, accidentally turning it off. The brush receded into the black box.

"Because the 'impotent princeling' is still the nearest heir to the Throne." His other hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. He bared his teeth. "I'm the biggest prize on Path and you know it. And you will do your duty to me, your House and to Path."

"Worms rot your flesh." She spat in his face. "Duke Kruloss is twice the man you'll ever be!"

"Cousin Kruloss?" Prince Viloss started laughing. "You actually think dear, lack-witted Cousin Kruloss has any hope of taking the throne? His plotting is so inept that it's only out of pity that he's still alive. Shall I tell you of his last attempt to assassinate Father six standard months ago? We laughed about it for two days before arranging the power plant accident that killed half his household. I only believed you were enjoying Kruloss's company in bed. But if you've joined his plots then you're an even bigger fool than I thought."

Felidia tried to hide a spasm of fear.

"Oh, you didn't think I wasn't aware that you've been sleeping with him since Father's 200th Birthday party?" Prince Viloss grinned. "Shall I play you the data discs when we return home? They're quite extensive, as is the footage showing the 5 other women Kruloss is currently bedding." 

This time, Felidia's shock was palpable. 

He pulled her hair, making her yelp, and brought his face close to hers. "Let's get one thing straight, my dear wife," he hissed. "It's in your best interest, and the interests of your House, to keep me alive, and heir to the Throne. Kruloss is an incompetent fool, and he will throw you away as soiled goods as soon as you're no longer useful to him. Palace Intelligence has learned that he plans to propose marriage to Grand Duchess Kilsana Zharil in an attempt to win her House over to his cause. I can show you the data, if you wish. Personally, I think the Zharil are smarter than that, but you never know. So, you can safely assume that Kruloss doesn't intend to honour whatever promises he's made to you, before or after satisfying your adulterous lust."

Felidia's mouth gaped, hearing her world crumble about her ears.

"Your only hope of maintaining your position, and becoming Queen, is to deliver me an heir. If you open your thoughts to the Guild Courtesan's," he picked up the remote and returned the dial to its former setting, "you might actually enjoy the process. Do we understand one another, or shall I give you an even more pointed lesson?"

Felidia was panting. Her face was twisted in a mask of hate but even Desirée could see she was beaten. "You fuszcruhl," she hissed. Desirée was glad her UTD couldn't translate the insult.

"I said: do we understand one another?" A flicker of emotion crossed Viloss' face. Felidia screamed, holding her head in her hands as she fell to the floor.

"I require an answer." Again, Viloss lashed his consort with his mind. Felidia screamed again, a sound of pure anguish. Despite her frustrated arousal, Desirée cringed from the sheer hate present in the room.

"Yes!" The princess was sobbing. "I understand."

"You understand . . . what?" he asked softly.

"I understand . . . my lord."

"Very good. You know what to do."

With a hate-filled look for both her husband and Desirée, Felidia closed her eyes. A tidal wave of fury and frustration rolled over the young courtesan, making her writhe in her restraints. At the same time, Felidia moaned as her face slackened, her cheeks tinged with red and her nipples hard under the silk of her dress. 

"Now you feel it," Viloss crooned, standing over his wife. His clothes were a puddle on the floor; his lean body nude. His six-inch erection was standing tall. "Remove your clothes, my darling, and we shall make an heir."

Desirée heard the sound of ripping silk: neither of them were being gentle with her dress. Felidia rolled from her clothes; she was young enough that she needed no bra, her breasts small but perky, the dark nipples nearly an inch long. As she rolled, he pulled down her panties, exposing her shaved mound. Shifting the remote knob to a higher setting, Viloss turned her over so she was lying on her back. He straddled her, cupping his left hand on the back of her neck as he thrust his hips forward.

"Suck it," he murmured, his other hand caressing her wet pussy. "Suck it, my darling."

She moaned: despite the look of hatred she offered him, she still wrapped her mouth around his member, swirling her tongue along the head and shaft. At the same time, he plunged his hand deep into her sopping pussy.

Desirée groaned. Pandora's Box had extended a pair of soft round brushes, which were rubbing against her breasts. At the same time, they were applying gentle suction to her nipples, increasing their sensitivity. She writhed, gasping from the sensation that came from everywhere at once. She was simultaneously in Viloss and Felidia's minds, sharing their foreplay, even as their minds shared her machine induced arousal. She could taste Viloss' cock against her lips at the same time as she felt Felidia's lips and tongue sucking her off. As a soft dildo gently probed her pussy. She could feel Viloss' fingers squirming inside her tight hole. She could barely sense not one, but three, climaxes waiting for her as her taut, dripping body rose to meet them. 

"Oh yes, oh yes." Viloss was dripping with sweat, gasping as he removed his penis from her mouth. "Get on your hands and knees."

Felidia obediently turned over, arranging herself in the classic doggy-style position. Viloss took his position behind her. With a single glance at Desirée, he turned the dial up on the remote by a quarter of an inch. Then he slowly pushed his penis into Felidia's waiting hole.

All three of them groaned at the same time. Desirée could feel Viloss' rod slowly sliding into her just as she felt Felidia's wet walls around her shaft. A 6" dildo was now gently probing at Desirée's tight pussy, a bulbous attachment on top stroking her engorged clit. Even the mild stimulation was enough to bring an orgasm rushing towards her as she dimly heard the wet slap of Viloss' hips against Felidia's ass, their combined grunts and gasps driving the other on. 

"Oh yes," Felidia moaned. Then a look of pure malice spasmed across her soft face. "Fuck me hard, Kruloss."

"You bitch," he snarled. "You will pay for that." His hand cracked across her buttocks several times, drawing welts. Felidia squealed with pain every time, but Desirée could see a look of vicious satisfaction on her face every time he did so. Viloss increased his pace, pounding her pussy with his cock.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" Viloss was slamming into Felidia now, his hair flying wildly around his head, his hands making red marks on her olive skin. Felidia was pushing back just as hard, her face clenched in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her breath squeaking through her puffed lips. Even though Pandora's Box wasn't even dialed a third of the way up, its touch -- combined with the Pathor minds so close to orgasm -- was swiftly sending Desirée towards her first climax. The suction against her nipples was becoming more aggressive as the Box responded to her arousal. She tried to delay her climax but she couldn't; she had reached the point of no return.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" Desirée's full-throated screams echoed in tandem with Viloss' grunts and Felidia's high-pitched squeals. Even as her hips convulsed in climax, she could feel the wetness of his cum jetting into Felidia's pussy and the tightness as his testicles emptied their load into his wife's fertile body.

Viloss slumped to the soft floor, gasping for air. Desirée collapsed in her restraints, her bones and muscles feeling like they had just turned to jelly. Felidia fell forward, her dark hair hiding her head as she lay on her stomach, face turned away from her husband, deep breaths making her back rise and fall. There were red marks along her hips and firm ass from where Viloss had clutched and spanked her in his lust. There was an endless moment; Desirée briefly wondered if she had passed out.

"My compliments to you, Guild Courtesan," the prince gasped when he had breath to speak. He sat up, the lean corded muscles in his arms standing out. "You are highly responsive, and your emotions are very intoxicating. That was a most excellent beginning."

"It was my pleasure, Your Highness," Desirée said, remembering her manners amidst her post-orgasmic haze. "Truly," she couldn't resist adding. Viloss grinned.

"You're joking." Felidia raised her head, sweat-matted hair sticking to her face. "You want to perform this abomination again?"

His pale eyes glittered. "Surprisingly, yes." Indeed, his fluid-smeared penis was beginning to grow again. "Besides, we need to ensure that I have gotten you with child. Would you not agree?"

"According to the palace doctors, it's my most fertile time and we've already done this once," Felidia said sullenly. "I don't need to endure that again, even if I barely felt it inside me."

Viloss' mouth was set in a cruel line. "Do you mean to tell me that you didn't climax the first time?" He bared his teeth. "In that case, we must make sure that you are properly satisfied." He switched the remote from standby -- it had automatically powered down when Desirée orgasmed -- and returned the dial to its previous setting. "Perhaps the Guild Courtesan can show you the way."

The soft brushes slid around Desirée's tender flesh, finding the most sensitive spots on her body. A soft, flexible object -- feeling much like a lover's tongue -- massaged her clit, bathing it in a warm liquid. The courtesan moaned with renewed pleasure. 

"May your penis wither and rot," the princess sneered. She wrapped her arms around herself, closing her body to his sight. "You won't get anything else from me." Despite her words, Desirée could see the flush of returning desire in Felidia's face and breasts.

"Oh really?" Without changing expression, he turned the dial to its maximum setting. 

Desirée shrieked: Pandora's Box attacked her with a whole slew of armatures. Round brushes rubbed her breasts and suctioned her nipples. Other brushes stroked the soft skin under her elbows, wrists and knees. A long, U-shaped attachment fitted itself between her thighs, vibrating as it pressed against her vagina, spreading the cheeks of her ass. At random intervals, a slender cock-shaped object would thrust itself deep into her pussy. At her other hole, a well-lubricated rod slid into her ass, also vibrating. Her second orgasm hit with shocking speed and, before she knew it, she was orgasming at a rapid pace, barely recovering before the next one hit. Her taut belly heaved from the forces convulsing her body.

Felidia's face slackened when her empathic mind sensed Desirée's raging ecstasy; her mental defenses were weak from her recent orgasm. She collapsed to the floor, twitching as her own body began to respond. "You bastard," she moaned. "You complete, utter bastard."

"Why thank you," Viloss murmured. His face was flushed and his engorged cock was almost black. "I'm going to take this very slow, my dear, "he grasped her hands, pulling her towards him, "and enjoy every second."

He spread her trembling legs, inserting himself between them. Felidia moaned as he sucked on her breasts, her back arching, offering her tits to his mouth. As he sucked on one breast, his other hand roughly massaged the other. His lean powerful legs kept hers spread, allowing him easy access to her pussy.

Desirée was convulsing, caught in near-continuous orgasm. Her sweat-soaked hair whipped about her head, rivulets coursing down her face and neck, her fluids turning to foam, whipped by the constant vibration against her genitals. The dildo thrusting in and out of her pussy had expanded in size as it increased its tempo. Its in-and-out motion combined with the constant vibration and suction on her clit was driving her insane. In addition, the lubricated rod in her ass was expanding, still vibrating against the tight walls. Her mind was open to the Pathors in the room and their lust fueled hers, even as her ecstasy drove them on.

"Do it," Felidia groaned, writhing underneath her husband.

"Do what?" Viloss asked innocently, stroking Felidia's flank with one hand. He had caught his wife's wrists with the other, raising them over her head. He wasn't going anywhere near her erogenous zones.

"Get it over with, you bastard!"

He grinned, despite his intense arousal. "I'm not sure what you mean. Could you be more specific?"

"Fuck me, you piece of shit!"

"Ah." He kept stroking her, enjoying her desperate. He shook with desire but continued gently tormenting her. "But you didn't say please."

"Please!" Felidia wailed. "Please fuck me!"

"Oh well," he said. "If I must." With one smooth thrust, he hilted himself in her and began bucking. Felidia screamed her release and went into another climb, writhing with lust, her hips slapping upwards against his. He gritted his teeth, enjoying his ascension over her, clearly loving the way she clung to him, driven by Desirée's constant orgasms.

For her part, the young courtesan didn't know whether she was in pleasure or pain. The twin sensations twisted together until she could no longer distinguish between them. The machine was mercilessly fucking her, not giving her any chance to recover. Through the sweat stinging her eyes, she could see the Crown Prince of Pathor fucking his bitter, spoiled wife, tormenting her with his cock. Then, through the haze of constant stimulation, something pressed itself against her mind: an insight into the prince's thoughts. 

He loved Felidia, he wanted her with a passion that was overwhelming. But Viloss knew all too well that his wife wasn't the woman he thought she was: Felidia's alluring exterior housed the heart of a spoiled, stupid, self-centered child who thought the universe owed her something merely because she was beautiful. He despised her for not being the woman he wanted her to be, and hated himself for still loving her, still desiring her touch.

Viloss' head whipped around; he shot Desirée a murderous glare. Despite the constant stimulation, Desirée shrank from the fury in his gaze. The link between their minds snapped, she could no longer feel his thoughts. However, he could clearly feel hers: his thrusts were quickening, becoming ragged, his buttocks tightening.

Felidia squealed, her climax blending with Desirée's. Not three seconds after, Viloss grunted, giving one final thrust as his seed spurted deep inside Felidia's womb. With one final convulsion, his left hand slapped the remote, turning it off. Released from the Box's stimulation, Desirée collapsed onto the table, the world going black.

* **

The rustle of silk woke Desirée. Her hands and legs were cramped from being in the same position for so long and dried sweat caked her body. Through sticky eyelashes, she saw Felidia slowly putting on her ruined clothes, snarling at the rips and tears Viloss had inflicted on the expensive fabric. The young princess moved gingerly, clearly sore from the pounding she had taken. Viloss was also dressing on the far side of the room, not acknowledging his wife or the courtesan still strapped to the padded table.

A motion made Desirée move her head. Felidia stood by the table, her pretty face twisted with hate. Desirée didn't need to read her thoughts to know that Felidia wanted to kill her. Desirée met her gaze calmly, refusing to show fear even though she knew that there was no way she could defend herself should Felidia try to attack her. Terror gnawed her insides: her total helplessness against such hate. The dark-skinned princess stood there for several seconds, glaring at the courtesan, her knuckles popping from squeezing her fists together, her face working, breath huffing through her nostrils as her rage mounted. 

"You little whore!" She slapped Desirée's face, her lacquered nails leaving long scratches on her left cheek. Felidia followed it up with a gob of saliva that spattered Desirée's face and neck. Another slap, then the princess yanked a small knife from under her clothes, whipping the blade high to slash downwards. Desirée shrank back as far as the restraints allowed, knowing there was no way she could avoid the tiny weapon.

Viloss caught her wrist. "That's enough," he said, grabbing Felidia's other wrist when she tried to slap him. He twisted her wrist, forcing her to drop the jewel-encrusted knife on the floor. She squalled: a cat-like sound of fury and frustration.

He walked her towards the exit and, with his free hand, pressed the door release, Felidia screaming curses at both him and the courtesan still strapped to the table. As the door irised open, Desirée could see the Grankhauer bodyguard in the hall. He gently pushed Felidia into the massive creature's arms.

"K'rulthlass, take my wife to our transport and wait for me there," Viloss ordered. "I shall be along shortly." He walked back towards Desirée and the table, shaking out a lace handkerchief.

"I apologize for my wife's behaviour, Guild Courtesan," he said blandly, wiping the spittle from Desirée's cheek. "She has no clue how to treat the lower classes."

"Thank you, Your Highness," she replied, trying to keep her composure after the sudden assault. Her voice was husky from exhaustion.

"The knife is your bonus for today's work. It's quite valuable to one such as you," he replied. "I trust you will not discuss today's events with anyone. Otherwise I would be forced to have K'rulthlass pay you a visit. Do we understand one another?"

Without waiting for a reply Crown Prince Viloss turned and walked out, leaving Desirée still strapped to the table. She shook with rage and fear: she wasn't sure which one of that couple she hated more. 

"They deserve each other," she whispered, tears running down her cheeks, trying to move her arms and legs to relieve the cramping.

After an endless time, the adrenaline rush receded from her body. Her eyes fluttered closed and sleep claimed her once again.

* * *

She woke to feel her arms and legs being gently moved. Desirée shifted into a more comfortable position, realizing that she was now lying on the soft floor.

"Are you all right, my dear?" Veronica brushed the hair back from Desirée's face, caressing her cheek. "I'm so sorry: I returned here as soon as I could. I knew Prince Viloss wouldn't have the courtesy to release you but I couldn't do anything until their ship had left orbit." She pressed something into the young courtesan's hand. "Drink this. It tastes foul but it will restore your electrolytes."

Desirée obediently took a sip from the glasteel bottle. She looked up, surprised. "It's Gatorade."

Veronica bent over to pick up the remote from where it had been left. "Not quite," she smiled back at her. "It's very similar to the original recipe but some Guild doctors improved on it. I still think it tastes foul, but you really do need to drink it all. You need it." She blanched when she looked at the remote settings and compared them to the Box's readouts. "My God. I told them they didn't need to turn the intensity up more than halfway."

Desirée chugged her drink to hide her expression. "It was all right."

Veronica gave her a wry grin. "You really are a terrible liar, darling. At their best, Prince Viloss and his wife are moderately horrid and I do hope they didn't frighten you too much. Thankfully, the medscanner on Pandora's Box shows that it didn't give you any permanent injury. They didn't mistreat you at all, did they?" She knelt by the young woman, placing her hand on Desirée's arm.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 10



She shook her head. "It was okay, but I really shouldn't say." Her voice cracked on the last part of the sentence.

"Don't worry, my dear." Veronica squeezed her arm. "You can tell me everything without fear of reprisal. In this case, your wellbeing is more important to me than keeping any secrets you might have learned about those two. Did they threaten you?"

Desirée shrugged, trying to keep her fear from rising again. Her eyes prickled with tears. "Prince Viloss told me he'd send the Grankhauer after me if I said anything, and Princess Felidia . . . she hates me. She tried to . . . she nearly--"

Veronica wrapped her arms around Desirée, holding her tightly. "It's all right, darling. They're gone and you will never have to deal with them ever again. You did very well, and I'm proud of you."

Desirée squeezed Veronica, letting the tears and tension flow. Her hands were shaking. Veronica murmured comforting words as she held Desirée and stroked her hair, letting the young courtesan have her release.

Finally, the storm of tears lessened. Desirée shifted in Veronica's clasp, abruptly aware that she was still naked. She could feel the heat from Veronica's body, through her dress, pressed against hers, her hands flat against her bare back. Veronica moved back slightly, letting Desirée have some space.

The young courtesan wiped her eyes. "I must look terrible," she said, trying to laugh.

Veronica smiled. "Moderately hideous, yes. Most girls don't look their best after they've been crying. Nevertheless, you had good reason. Here," she pulled out a handkerchief, "allow me." She began gently wiping the girl's face, her brown eyes intent, lips slightly parted. Desirée watched her work for several minutes, watching the brunette as she removed the tracks of her tears from her cheeks. Their faces were very close.

"There," Veronica said, leaning back slightly. "That should do it. Your hair," she ran her fingers through Desirée's mane for emphasis, "is still a rat's nest but . . ." She stopped when she caught the younger woman's smile. One of Veronica's hands was placed on the front of her shoulder, just above her left breast while the other was still nestled in her hair.

Slowly, tentatively, the two women's faces inched towards each other until they finally kissed. This time, it was soft, lacking the hard urgency of their earlier lovemaking. Their tongues danced with each other, caressing, finding each other's sensitive spots.

"But what about you?" Desirée asked when they had finished. Veronica's colour was high and her eyes were glazed with lust. "Do you have anywhere you need to be for the rest of the day?"

The small brunette gasped. "You're insatiable."

"Maybe," Desirée allowed, "but you didn't answer the question." Her finger traced the outline of Veronica's ear.

The older woman shivered and bit her lower lip. "I guess I have some time available," she admitted.

"Good." Desirée slid her hands down Veronica's dress, opening the mag binding. Veronica arched her back into the young courtesan's touch, hissing with pleasure. Desirée kissed her neck and shoulder, taking her time as she slid Veronica's dress off her trim, toned body. She was nude underneath, her breasts already swollen from need.

Veronica licked down Desirée's neck, ending at her left nipple. "Mmm, salty," she grinned. "Is there somewhere you'd like to take this?"

Desirée struggled to her feet and found she could walk . . . sort of. "This way," she murmured, taking Veronica's hands in hers, leading her to the padded table. Lifting her onto the table, spreading her toned legs and sliding her palms up the burnished thighs, placing her ankles in the padded restraints. They kissed again, tongues dueling wetly, stroking each other's flanks, breasts, shoulders and arms in a lover's Braille. Veronica moaned into Desirée's open mouth as the young woman lightly scratched the inside of Veronica's arms with her nails, lifting them over her head, clasping her wrists with her fingers.

Veronica's eyes widened when she realized Desirée's plan. But it was too late: her wrists were already locked in the cuffs. Desirée pulled back, her violet eyes wicked, her fingers trailing along Veronica's body, stretched invitingly on the table.

"You evil, evil bitch," Veronica said admiringly. "You had me totally fooled."

"I know," Desirée grinned. "You're right," she leaned forward and lightly kissed Veronica on the lips. "I am too tired. But that doesn't stop me from giving you the fucking you so desperately need, does it?"

"Oh no." Veronica jerked against the cuffs when Desirée patted the top of Pandora's Box. "Oh no you don't." But the hungry, glazed look in the brunette's eyes, the way her breasts heaved with every pant, told Desirée all she needed to know. 

There was a strong exhibitionist streak in Veronica's nature: she enjoyed having other people watch her get off, knowing they were admiring her beautiful body as it was being ravished by a lover or machine. Pandora's Box wasn't just a wise investment for her. It was her way of making one of her secret pleasures a reality.

Desirée unsteadily walked over to the keypad and looked at it carefully, after shifting the Box into position between Veronica's thighs. "Now what do you think would happen if I started punching random numbers?" she asked innocently.

"You can't be serious, dear," Veronica protested, straining against the cuffs. "You don't want to do this."

"Are you sure?"

The question hung in the silence between them. Desirée, her hair matted with sweat, leaning on the Box for support. Veronica, held in the table's restraints, barely breathing.

The brunette bit her lower lip. "Press number combination 1-1-0-3, please," she finally said. She gazed into the younger woman's eyes, letting Desirée see her need. 

"Why certainly," Desirée responded, looking closely at the LCD screen. "But look -- there's also a time delay function. I presume that delays the start of the program for a certain period of time?"

"No!" Veronica leaped against her restraints. "You wouldn't dare!"

Desirée grinned wickedly. "Remember: I owe you from when you left me hanging earlier today." She started pressing numbers into the keypad. "So . . . how does 15 minutes sound?"



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 11



"Mmm," Veronica Franco's naked back glowed in the dim light. Tendrils of curly hair escaped her tight bun, caught in the massage oil slathered over her neck. "That feels wonderful, my darling."

Desirée applied more oil to her hands before massaging the hard knots just below the Guild Administrator's shoulders. Veronica sighed again, stretching her arms above her head. Tiny LED lights, designed to simulate the warmth of a candle's glow, dotted her bedroom. Desirée slowly, carefully worked on the hard knots in her lover's back, breaking them down. The young courtesan was also nude, her breasts swaying in the dim light as she worked, her honey blonde hair hanging around her face.

She shifted lower, exposing the firm globes of Veronica's bottom. Desirée began moving slowly down Veronica's back, her long fingers finding more muscle knots to break down. Veronica hissed with pleasure, writhing under her lover's touch. Veronica's fingers slid across Veronica's ass, teasing the inner swell. Veronica's cheeks clenched involuntarily; she giggled from the sensation.

The giggle changed to a sigh when Desirée's thumbs found the inside of Veronica's thighs, pressing and caressing. Veronica turned her head and looked down at her lover, her eyes half-lidded, knowing what was coming next. Desirée massaged her lover's inner thighs for several minutes, feeling the play of muscle under the silken skin, slowly moving upwards from Veronica's knees to her ass, alternately soothing and teasing her flesh. Veronica's body quivered under Desirée's touch, the musky scent of her arousal mixing with the softer smell of the oils.

Desirée lightly brushed her lover's pussy. Veronica moaned and gasped, fingers clutching the simi-silk sheets. She tried to turn over but Desirée's hand on her lower back stopped her.

"Relax." Desirée's violet eyes were wicked in the dimness. "Let me take care of you."

She leaned over her lover's back and found the room remote. Pushing a button caused the lower part of the bed to slowly rise, raising Veronica's hips while still supporting her back. As her lover's hips slowly rose in front of her, Desirée spread Veronica's thighs further apart, exposing the labial folds. Veronica's petals were already swollen and dark, gleaming with her juices. Desirée lightly breathed on the folds, making her lover quiver and gasp.

Laughing softly, Desirée returned the remote to the bedside table, leaving one hand sliding along Veronica's body. Tilting her head, Desirée then used her hair to brush Veronica's back and shoulders in long strokes, rubbing her own hips against the swell of Veronica's ass. 

"Mmmm," Veronica sighed, feeling the silky strands sweep her sensitive skin. Desirée used her fingers as counterpoint to her hair's rhythm, touching the soft flesh of her armpits, stroking the sides of Veronica's breasts, tantalizing her flanks before cupping the soft globes of her buttocks. She could feel Veronica's body respond to the strokes, the lassitude of the massage replaced by growing desire. Desirée slowly spread the cheeks, exposing the sensitive inner flesh to her teasing strands.

Veronica wriggled, trying not to laugh. "You're driving me insane," she gasped, trying to escape the delicious torture. Desirée's hands held her in place, her thumbs teasing her lover's puckered hole.

"You think this is bad?" the young courtesan grinned. "Then how about this?" She touched Veronica's clit with her tongue. Veronica froze.

Certain she had her lover's full attention, Desirée began exploring Veronica's pussy with her lips, teeth and tongue, only using the lightest of touches. The older woman quivered and gasped, her whole being concentrating on what her lover was doing between her legs.

Desirée occasionally added firmer licks, keeping her lover off-balance while slowly increasing her arousal. Veronica sighed, tilting her hips even higher to allow her easier access.

Choosing her moment carefully, Desirée made her tongue a spear, driving it deep into Veronica's pussy. The Guild Administrator moaned, lifting her head from the pillow. 

"Turn me over," she begged, her right hand grasping for the remote. "I want to watch."

The lower insert of the bed tilted back down, allowing Veronica to roll over. She shifted position, opening her legs as Desirée repositioned herself over her lover. Despite her age, Veronica looked like a woman in her early thirties: fit and taut, but possessing a woman's curves. Her nipples were squashed from her lying on her stomach, but they quickly became erect when Desirée's hands passed over them.

"Much better," Veronica crooned. "But there's one thing I want to do first." Gripping Desirée's hair, she pulled the young courtesan down for a kiss.

Their tongues dueled wetly. Not for the first time Desirée realized that, when it came to kissing, she was a rank novice next to Veronica. The older woman's fingers roamed Desirée's body, easily finding those places that aroused her as well.

"Are you sure you don't want me to return the favour?" Veronica whispered, her finger sliding inside Desirée's pussy.

Despite herself, she moaned. "No, I want to do this for you."

"Are you . . ." A second finger slid inside Desirée. " . . . absolutely sure?" Veronica's laugh was wicked.

Desirée bit her lip, feeling her face flush. "Y-yes."

Veronica laughed softly. "All right then." The fingers slid out; Desirée shuddered. "Consider it a promissory note." Veronica lifted her hand and licked the juices from her fingers.

"I'll get you for that," Desirée grinned, lowering her head to Veronica's breast.

"I look forward to -- aaahh!" She groaned from the sensation, arching her back. Desirée chuckled wickedly, her teeth lightly pulling on Veronica's right nipple. She lashed it with her tongue, using the pad of her thumb on the other breast as a counterpoint. Veronica's head fell back onto her pillow, her breathing becoming heavier.

Once her nipples were stiff peaks, Desirée started moving down Veronica's body, kissing and licking her ribs, belly and hips, lightly scratching Veronica's body with her painted fingernails. The older woman writhed from Desirée's talented touch. She licked the ridges of Veronica's hipbones, circled the tiny belly button before briefly plunging her tongue inside, and slid her lips down a burnished thigh. 

Positioning herself between Veronica's spread legs, Desirée lightly bit the exposed tendon that led up to her hip. Veronica groaned at the sensation, biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come. Desirée briefly blew on the engorged pussy, making Veronica twitch and gasp, before kissing and nibbling on the other thigh before licking the soft skin in the hollow between pussy and leg.

"Do it," Veronica panted, sweat beading her forehead and neck. "Quickly. I'm so close!"

"I'm not sure," Desirée barely brushed Veronica's pussy with her tongue. "Maybe I should take a little longer . . ."

"Stop tormenting me!" She bucked her hips, only to be restrained by Desirée's arms wrapped around her thighs.

"If you insist." Once again, Desirée plunged her tongue deep inside Veronica's molten heat before licking up against her lover's clit. Veronica wailed with the sensation, hips writhing against Desirée's mouth. The young blonde pressed her one hand against Veronica's shaved pelvis, both to keep her in place and to increase the sensation, while her other hand curled against the folds of her pussy. She then sucked Veronica's clit into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue.

Veronica was moaning almost continuously now, her hands sliding across her shoulders, pinching her breasts, squeezing the nipples. Her face was flushed from the exertion, feeling the slow onrush of her climax reaching out for her.

Choosing her moment carefully, Desirée inserted two fingers inside Veronica's liquid heat and started curling them in a come-hither motion against the upper walls of her vagina. 

Veronica started screaming, her hips bucking wildly, her whole body convulsing in a titanic orgasm. "More! More! More!" she chanted, throwing her head from side to side. Desirée, barely hanging on, increased the tempo of her ministrations while her lover writhed beneath her.

"More! More!" Veronica continued thrashing on the bed. Desirée, not sure what she meant, inserted another finger and continued wriggling them around inside her. 

"Yes! That's it!" Veronica gasped through her convulsions. "More!"

While sucking on Veronica's clit, Desirée inserted a fourth finger, burying half her palm inside her lover's furiously lubricating cunt. The senior courtesan was wailing through an almost continuous orgasm, still thrashing about but not hitting her peak. 

Taking a risk, Desirée partially slid her fingers out, then pushed her entire hand inside the steaming pussy. Veronica's vaginal muscles squeezed against her wrist, forcing Desirée's hand to splay outwards. That did it: Veronica gave one final scream, nearly launching herself off the bed, then collapsed, gasping for air. Vaginal juices sprayed Desirée's mouth, chin and chest as the bucking hips slowed, and stopped.

Trying to be as gentle as possible, Desirée slipped her fingers out of Veronica's snatch. The senior courtesan instantly turned over onto her side, still shuddering from the force of her climax. Desirée wiped her sopping face with a towel before using the remote to adjust the bed to its original horizontal position. Then she slid next to her lover, spooning her from behind.

"Thank you." Veronica turned around, wrapping her arms around the young girl. "I won't be able to walk for a week, but thank you." They kissed again, not the teasing duel of tongues as before, but a satisfied post-coital kiss, an intimate sharing of mind and body once all the defenses had been lowered.

"It was my pleasure," Desirée replied, squeezing her lover tighter against her breast.

"Not just yours, believe me." Veronica laughed softly, kissing the soft flesh under her lover's ear. "That was incredible. I will return that favour, but not right now. Is that all right?"

"Take all the time you need." Desirée pulled the sheets over the two of them, while Veronica dimmed the candle lights with the remote. Within minutes, both women were asleep.

* **

"That's it, my darling." Veronica stretched under the bed covers, grinning like a cat with the keys to the cream factory. "We're both going to Hell."

Desirée chuckled. "You still believe in a Heaven and Hell?" It was late at night; they lay next to each other, Veronica's head nestled in the crook of Desirée's left shoulder, goblets of wine in hand.

"I haven't really thought about it, to be perfectly honest." Veronica stared up at the canopied ceiling, her right hand casually stroking Desirée's bare thigh. "You'd think I'd be beyond those things, traveling amongst the stars for so long, but I still have my rosary." She chuckled. "You can take the girl out of the Catholic Church but you can't take the Catholic Church out of the girl."

She sighed. "My mother and I went to Mass every day when I was a child. Even after I became a courtesan, I still attended Sunday Mass at San Pietro di Castello."

"Weren't you unpopular there?"

Veronica chuckled. "It was a little outré, but Venetians were much more cosmopolitan about these things than most. As a cortigiana onesta, I was somewhat acceptable in polite society, although the good matrons were always properly disdainful. 

"The archbishop at San Pietro was always kind: he heard my confessions and assured me that, as I was forced to become a courtesan through poverty, it wasn't as dire a sin as it was for the married men who visited me. As long as I went to confession regularly, didn't enjoy my work too much," she winked, "and donated some of my earnings to the poor, I was all right." She sighed. "He was a lovely man; I miss him."

"One of your clients?"

Veronica shook her head. "He took his vow of celibacy seriously, although I know he was tempted. Poor man: he was distantly related to the de Medici, and they wanted to gain a foothold in the city. So he was more Sent than Called, if you understand me. But a lovely man, nonetheless: his poetry was excellent. He did his best to help when the Inquisition charged me with witchcraft." 

"The Inquisition? What happened?"

Veronica smiled briefly. "Nothing too traumatic. A would-be paramour, devastated that I turned him down -- I could afford to do that by then -- denounced me to the Inquisition as a witch. The Doge wanted to avoid another Interdiction so soon after the recent plague, and so he allowed the trial to proceed. Fortunately, the full story came out and the Inquisition eventually decided there wasn't enough evidence to bring a conviction. I was lucky also that I dealt with the Papal Inquisition: you could reason with them."

"There's a difference?"

"Very much so. The Papal Inquisition answered to the Vatican, while the Spanish Inquisition answered only the throne of Spain. That made a big difference in how they worked. The Papal Inquisition would accept a well-presented argument, while the Spanish were slaves to politics."

"Then what about Galileo?"

Veronica curled her lip. "Galileo was an arrogant bully with a talent for turning good friends into bitter enemies. The Inquisition would never have charged him with heresy if he hadn't called his friend the Pope an idiot in print. Galileo had also insulted the rest of the scientific community over the years, so they all turned on him when the Inquisition pressed charges. The Jesuit astronomers Orazio Grassi and Christoph Scheiner could easily have exonerated Galileo with their own research if he hadn't denounced them so aggressively in print. But he was too proud to admit the validity of their work, and so they joined the Inquisition against him.

"Yes, the Church was wrong to censor his work but Galileo was largely the architect of his misfortune."

"Hmm." Desirée sipped her wine. Veronica's hand continued its caresses, slowly moving up her leg. "What was it like, living in Venice?"

"Hot, smelly and quite diverting at times. Life wasn't easy, but you could make a good living if you kept your wits about you. However, I was very grateful when Doctor T'akuzh F'lyat found me. I'd had to leave Venetia because my looks had faded and I could no longer afford to live there. Once I was in the Confederation, the Guild offered me a new life, doing the work I do best, and a chance to regain my youth.

"What I didn't realize at the time was that Doctor T'akuzh F'lyat was in the final stages of testing his longevity treatments, and he wanted sentient beings who weren't Confederation members to experiment on. I, and the other women he picked up, were the equivalent of lab rats for him.

"Luckily," she stretched lasciviously, "I responded so well to his treatments that, not only did it extend my life by several centuries, but I also got my youth back. You've received the 5th generation of the F'lyat Treatment: it's a lot more effective, and safer."

"What happened to the other women who were tested?" Desirée asked. 

Veronica smiled bitterly.

"Oh."

"It was quite the scandal when the truth finally came out. Dr. F'lyat was sent to prison for ten standard years, lost his funding, his tenure, his job and was forbidden to pursue any research for the rest of his life. Thankfully, the Guild took care of me and paid for my training as an apology for the scandal. The Confederation was forced to significantly change the rules regarding testing on sentient beings, and that incident was a large reason why Earth was interdicted fom the Confederation for so long. 

"The trip that brought you and Kalyani to the Guild was the first Confederation-authorized recruiting mission by the Guild in 5 centuries."

They were silent for several seconds. 

Veronica finally turned towards her, resting her head on her right arm, face serious. "Another thing: Professor Ssurhuk-T'at will take care of your bookings for the foreseeable future. I'm sure I don't need to tell you why."

"Have there been any problems . . . with us?"

The older woman shook her head, curly hair falling down, covering the space between head and her right elbow. "And I'd like to keep it that way. Ssurhuk-T'at understands: he's done this for me before, and the other courtesans respect his neutrality. There shouldn't be any official repercussions from the Guild over this. I can't guarantee what will happen amongst the other courtesans; another reason why I was initially hesitant to pursue this relationship."

"That's all right," Desirée said. "I've been accused of being the teacher's pet before, mainly from classmates who were jealous of my grades. I can handle it."

"Thank you." Veronica kissed her on the lips. "I can't promise things won't get nasty, but most of the senior courtesans will understand." She sipped her wine. "There was one other thing--" Her goblet tilted, and red wine splashed Desirée's breasts.

"Oops." Veronica's brown eyes twinkled. "What a terrible mess I made. However will I clean it up?" She pulled back the covers, exposing Desirée's naked body to her sight. "Now you just lie back . . ."

* **

Desirée was always privately amused that, despite the many advances available in the Confederation, the Galos IV Guild House still had a cafeteria. However, it made sense: most sentient beings liked to congregate and chat during non-work hours, and food and good conversation were natural partners.

She collected her lunch from the G'thikh on duty and looked around for someone to sit with. The cafeteria was three-quarters full but, for several reasons, she wanted to sit with people she trusted.

"Good morning, Desirée Tanner," a Swantahl, her body feathers dyed a delicate rose, glided past. "You're looking lovely today."

"Good morning to you too, Shalzhar Shalruzh," Desirée replied politely to the senior Courtesan. This was the first time the Swantahl had initiated a conversation with her. "Is that a new colour for you? It's very nice."

"Why thank you." The Swantahl's smile didn't reach her eyes. "It's a special blend made especially for me. Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful," Desirée replied blandly, although her instincts warned her of daggers amid the pleasantries. "Is the scent part of the dye? It smells wonderful on you."

"Yes, it is. Perhaps I'll give you my stylist's contact information, although her rates are rather high." She smiled sweetly. "Junior courtesans can't afford her, but I understand that's not a problem for you these days."

Desirée smiled to hide the tightness in her chest. "Oh, you know me. I'm still watching every credit."

"That's very wise of you," Shalzhar said with poisoned sweetness. "You never know when good fortune might reverse itself, leaving you right back where you started."

"How very true." Desirée smiled politely, refusing to rise to the bait. "Thank you so much for your concern."

The Swantahl waved her right arm languidly, holding her tray with her left. "We top courtesans are always willing to help those less . . . adept than ourselves."

"You're too kind. Have a nice day." Desirée nodded, walking away. She kept her face serene though her pulse thundered in her ears. The Swantahl had been more obvious about it than most, but Desirée was noticing other courtesans were treating her differently: her relationship with Veronica Franco had become public knowledge. 

Several other courtesans said hello to her as they passed: ones who had never acknowledged her before. Desirée felt varying degrees of veiled malice underneath their apparent friendliness but they all looked at her with that cold, assessing expression. She felt very alone.

Her eyes lit up when she finally saw a friendly face. With a warm smile, Cyraena waved Desirée over to a seat next to hers. The tall Draco had no lunch in front of her, just a large Thermos-style jug from which she sipped.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 11



"How was this morning?" Desirée kissed Cyraena on both cheeks, then slipped onto the spherical Smart Chair which started adjusting itself to fit her dimensions.

"Quite . . . pleasurable," the gray-skinned woman winked at her. Desirée was secretly envious of the way Cyraena made every movement a sensual act. "There are days where I truly love my work." She grinned lasciviously, showing her long, pointed canines.

"That sounds like something you picked up from Signora Franco," Desirée chuckled.

"Mmm." Cyraena took another sip from her jug. "Do you follow the newsfaxes?"

"I haven't read them yet," Desirée replied. Ordinarily, she always stayed abreast of current events so that she could discuss them intelligently with her guests. "Why, is there anything of interest?"

Cyraena sipped from her jug. "Actually, there is something you might be interested in. The Royal House of Pathor just announced that Princess Felidia is pregnant with their first child. The standard DNA tests have confirmed that it is, in fact, Prince Viloss' son." She cocked an elegant eyebrow.

Desirée kept her face calm. "That is good news. That system is was in grave danger of destabilizing if Viloss couldn't produce an heir."

"Your grasp of the political realities is very good," Cyraena complimented her, before taking another sip.

"Thank you." Desirée let the silence hang as she started in on her lunch; she was sworn to secrecy about how Prince Viloss' heir was actually conceived.

The slender Draco let the silence build for almost a minute before winking at the younger courtesan. Desirée's heart flipped, but then she deliberately slowed it down. Cyraena may have her suspicions but she'd get nothing from Desirée if she could help it.

"Also," Cyraena finally broke the silence, "Veronica was extraordinarily chipper this morning."

"Really?" Desirée took another bite of her lunch. "That's good to hear."

The Draco snorted with laughter. "Your involvement with the Royal House of Pathor may still be unconfirmed, but the entire Guild House knows who was in her bed last night."

Desirée winced. "I was hoping to keep that a secret."

Cyraena gave her a scornful look. "You still have a lot to learn, girl. Most of us with brains knew that Veronica was physically attracted to you even before you graduated. 

"It's not unusual for relationships to develop between courtesans, " she continued. "But it's very rare to see one between a courtesan as senior as Veronica and one as junior as you. Be very careful: more than a few courtesans want to see you fall."

Desirée winced. "Don't worry; I've seen some of it already. Besides, Ssurhuk-T'at's handling my schedule from now on, so no one can accuse Veronica of helping my career."

"That helps, but not by much," Cyraena replied. "It's not simply what you're doing with Veronica that has this House in an uproar. Your career has really taken off, and that's raised the question of whether or not the Guild should stop recruiting Earth humans. Quite a few courtesans are concerned about their standing in the Guild, especially since your race is so responsive to the F'lyat Treatment. 

Cyraena made a face; even that was sexy. "It's become a real double-edged sword. The F'lyat Treatment prolonged all our careers considerably, but it's also caused some serious disturbances, especially since the Treatment is more effective with some races than others. Many courtesans have become more conscious of seniority as a result, and they resent the fact that some races will have longer careers. Others are agitating that, if more humans are allowed to join the Guild and given the F'lyat Treatments, it might force other races out."

"I didn't realize the anti-human sentiment was so bad." Desirée fought an impulse to look around. "I'll be more careful."

"Do so." Cyraena softened. "You needn't worry about most of the courtesans here at Galos IV. Veronica's done such a good job as administrator that few would want to see her removed from her post. But you've come a long way in a very short time, and that's caused some jealousy among the Guild members here. You aren't the first lover Veronica's taken amongst the courtesans, and you won't be the last."

"I understand."

"Good." The Draco leaned forward. "Despite all the doom and gloom, I do have some good news for you: do you remember my guest who wanted a possible threesome?"

Desirée nodded.

"I forwarded your information to him, and he informed me that he'd like to get to know you better. "Cyraena smiled lazily. "He'll be booking an appointment with our office in the next two weeks."

"That's good to hear." Desirée was of two minds about entertaining this possible guest. A guest was a guest and she was very conscious of the debt she had accumulated as part of her education at the Guild School. It was also an opportunity to observe Cyraena -- one of the Galos IV House's top courtesans -- in action. 

The only downside was this guest was a fellow Draco: a species that drank blood for sustenance, and pleasure. Desirée was under no illusions about what Cyraena was currently sipping from her jug. This guest would likely want to drink Desirée's blood, something that made her queasy.

"Excellent." Cyraena stopped and looked up. "Hey, look what the shorklüsh dragged in!" she called out. 

Kalyani smiled down at Cyraena and Desirée. "Good morning to you, too. May I join you?" The young courtesan wasn't wearing her usual sari, but a 1950's style housedress with an hourglass cut and Peter Pan collar. Red pumps were on her feet and a pearl necklace decorated her throat. She was walking stiffly.

"Make yourself comfortable." Cyraena and Desirée waved her towards another Smart Chair. Kalyani placed her tray on the table. Wincing, she gingerly sat down.

"Did you have a rough morning?" Cyraena asked the young Indian woman sympathetically.

"Let me guess," Desirée guessed. "The Alien Abduction fantasy?"

Kalyani nodded tiredly. "Yes. Room 7419: that's the third time this week." Desirée winced in sympathy.

Cyraena laughed. "Six months ago, everyone wanted to know what was behind that door. Now that everyone's been strapped to the Box at least twice, they dread that room. But what's this about alien abduction?"

Desirée let Kalyani explain; she had a meal to finish. When she had entered the Guild School, Desirée had swiftly learned that the myths about aliens abducting humans for gruesome scientific experiments were just that. Only the Guild was currently allowed to visit Earth, and only under the utmost secrecy. However, many races in the Confederation had developed a childlike fascination with Earth and its popular media. The idea of abducting helpless humans and probing them had proved especially irrestistible to the Verlitti, the closest Confederation analogue to the Grays of human myth.

Now that two human courtesans and Pandora's Box -- the sex machine whose development Veronica Franco had funded, and was currently selling to the Guild -- were readily available, the Verlitti were clamouring to recreate that staple of Terran horror at the Galos IV Guildhouse.

"But I don't understand," Cyraena said when Kalyani was done. "The Verlitti reproduce asexually. What sort of pleasure do they get from this?"

"Oh, there's nothing sexual about it," Desirée answered, giving Kalyani a chance to eat. "But it's the funniest thing they've ever seen. You have no idea how hard it is to pretend to be tortured and terrified when twenty Verlitti are rolling on the floor, laughing at you."

"I can imagine." Cyraena was close to laughter herself. "I heard that Veronica taped some of the sessions and is selling them to the Verlitti."

"They have been very popular," Kalyani said, swallowing. "And she was kind enough to give us a generous percentage of the profits." 

"As well she should," Cyraena said dryly. "That must make it easier."

Desirée and Kalyani nodded. The money they received was automatically put towards paying down their student debt and, while it was still a drop in the proverbial bucket, anything helped. Luckily, neither of the two women had to pay any interest on the debt while they were still working in the Guild House.

"That does make it easier," Desirée allowed, "although it's not one of our favourite bookings, especially when they bring out . . ." Desirée looked at Kalyani, "the anal probe!" the two women said together.

Cyraena shuddered. Just then, a green light flashed on Desirée's UTD, signaling an incoming call. She raised a finger to the other women, and mentally accepted the call.

"Hello, Desirée." Ssurhuk-T'at was calling her from his office. "Are you alone?"

"I'm just finishing up my lunch," she told the froglike alien. "Cyraena and Kalyani are with me."

All right." He tapped a green finger against his chin. "Report to my office as soon as you can. And please, be discreet." She could see the worry in his three eyes.

"Understood. Is," she checked the chronometer at the corner of her display, "ten minutes acceptable?"

"Make it seven. Ssurhuk-T'at out."

"Over and out." She killed the line. "Sorry to leave you like this, but duty calls." She picked up her tray. "See you later."

"Likewise," Cyraena dimpled at her. "And remember what I told you." Kalyani smiled up at Desirée but frowned when the Draco's comment registered.

"Will do." Desirée popped her tray into the nearest disposal bin and hurried out of the cafeteria, feeling the stares at her back.

* * *

She was still on her way to Ssurhuk-T'at's office when her UTD pinged again. She was surprised to see him on the other end of the line.

"I should be at your office in less than five minutes, sir," she quickly told the alien. "I apologize if I'm late."

"I'm not concerned about that," the senior courtesan waved away her apology. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, sir." The lift opened. She stepped in, making sure there was no one else in the elevator. The door closed and Desirée selected the 204th floor.

"Good," Ssurhuk-T'at said. His 3 eyes were wide with worry behind his glasses. "Once again, I'd like to remind you that you are allowed by Guild Statute to turn down any guest that you don't wish to entertain."

"Are you recommending that I waive that right, sir?" Again, she privately added.

The tall alien smiled nervously. "No, but I'm earnestly requesting that you do so. War Lord Turok of the Leonorilla is here, and he's requesting the services of a Guild courtesan. He's invoking a Level 5 discretion."

Desirée blinked. Level 5 was the highest standard level of discretion that the Guild could ordinarily offer. A guest's visit was entered into the Guild Log, but the door locked, the room was free of electronic devices and no one was allowed to monitor the action, either visually or by Desirée's UTD. 

Crown Prince Viloss' visit was actually considered a Black Ops, a level apart from the usual discretionary provisions the Guild placed around its members and their guests. Officially, the Prince and his wife had never even been seen near the Guild.

"When did Turok become a War Lord?"Desirée asked the question to give herself a chance to marshal her thoughts.

"He attained the position just this month," Ssurhuk-T'at replied. "There are only three War Lords among the Leonorilla, and he's the youngest to ever achieve that rank. Needless to say, he didn't get there by being meek and mild-mannered."

"Do you know what he wants from me?"

He shook his head. "I have no idea, and that worries me. He's given his word that he will not deliberately hurt you but, given the Leonorilla's size and strength, there is still a large element of risk. If he wasn't a War Lord, I would have automatically turned him down on your behalf, but his position and influence are simply too great."

"So why me?" Desirée eyed the digital readout; it flashed '158.'

"Honestly?" the senior Courtesan winced. "No one else with the required security clearances will touch this one with a forcebeam generator. You're my last hope."

"Does it mean I at least get the appropriate bonuses?"

"Oh believe me, you will, and then some!" the three-eyed alien said emphatically. "I'll back you in front of the Guild Council if I have to."

Desirée nodded sympathetically, sensing the fear behind Ssurhuk-T'at's words. Even dealing with the Leonorilla on official channels was enough to frighten the usually unflappable courtesan. "Will the usual security precautions be in place?"

"We'll do what we can but I'm sorry: you're truly on your own with this one. "He chuckled dryly. "On the plus side, once word gets out none of the other courtesans will ever accuse you of using your influence with Veronica to get more cushy assignments."

"That's a comforting thought." Just then the elevator pinged, letting her know she was reaching Floor 205. "I'm here. I'll see you soon. Desirée Tanner out."

Taking a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and told the butterflies in her belly to stop fussing. She was a Guild Courtesan; she could handle this.

***

"War Lord," Ssurhuk-T'at bowed deeply as they entered the room, "allow me to introduce Guild Courtesan Desirée Tanner. Courtesan Tanner, this is War Lord Turok."

Desirée fought the urge to run from the room. If a lion and a mountain gorilla had a baby and raised it on a diet of raw meat and steroids, it wouldn't come close to matching the monstrosity that loomed over her. Muscles bunched and bulged under Turok's midnight pelt and his canines were longer than Desirée's hand. She could see long, ragged scars cris-crossing his face and body. Red rank tattoos were visible underneath his scarred skin, covering his entire body, and he had a marriage brand on his left shoulder. Typically for a Leonorilla, he was naked; his massive penis hung limply between his muscled thighs.

"Greetings, my lord." She barely hid the quaver in her voice. "How may I entertain you?"

"A tender morsel," Turok leered. "She will serve my purpose. Leave us."

"My lord," Ssurhuk-T' at began, "I hope you realize--"

Turok growled in the back of his throat, the rumble filling the office. Ssurhuk-T' at paled, bowing quickly. He stepped close to Desirée, passing her a key card. "This card will activate the elevator behind the opposite door, which will take you directly to the room," he murmured quickly. "Good luck." He bowed again and hurriedly backed through the door, which irised closed behind him.

Turok's growl subsided. His yellow, slitted eyes glared at Desirée for several seconds. She lifted her chin, refusing to break his gaze. They stayed like that for nearly a minute.

"Are you afraid, little one?" Turok finally growled.

"Should I be?" she replied, still staring at him.

His lip twitched in what could have been a smile. "Follow my orders and you will do well. Let's go."

She nodded, sidling past him in order to get to the opposite door. He watched her closely, his fangs gleaming in the bright light. As she waved the key card over the elevator controls, she could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and the musky heat of his fur. 

The elevator door slid open and Desirée walked inside, stepping aside so she could reach the control panel. The lift car creaked as the floor took the Leonorilla's weight; he loomed over her, his breath ruffling her hair every time he exhaled. He stood close to her, making her acutely aware of his predator's scent.

The sliding doors closed and the elevator slid smoothly down its shaft. She tried not to think about his fangs, less than five inches from her right ear, his yellow eyes still glaring down at her. His jaws were big enough that he could literally bite her head from her body if he so chose. She could see his penis slowly rise, swelling to an almost unimaginable girth. She tried not to shudder: there was no way she could take his monstrous cock.

The elevator pinged; the doors silently slid open to reveal one of the larger private entertainment rooms in the Guild complex. 

"After you, my lord." Desirée was profoundly grateful that her voice didn't catch in her throat. After a few seconds of staring at her, Turok grunted and stepped into the room. The elevator car noticeably lifted once free of his weight. Trying desperately to control her racing pulse, Desirée walked out of the elevator, the doors closing with grim finality behind her. She was now locked in a private room with one of the most efficient killers in the known galaxy, with no one to help her should he choose to end her life. She tried to swallow as discreetly as possible.

Turok whirled at the sound, glaring at her. She somehow resisted the urge to gulp as she stared back.

He grinned, showing his long fangs. "Don't try to hide your fear, little one. You stink of it." He leaned closer to her. "You will do exactly as I tell you. Failure to carry out my orders will prove . . . unwise. Do you understand this?"

"Y-yes, my lord."

"Excellent." He turned away from her and stalked towards the cabinets in the far wall, that held items for those guests who preferred more . . . exotic entertainments. "Remove your clothes."

Desirée cleared her throat. "All of them, my lord?"

He whirled around, his lips peeling back from his teeth. She tried not to flinch as he opened his jaws. He regarded her for a second, then his eyes flicked down to her red pumps. "Your shoes," he growled. "Leave them on."

"Yes, my lord." She quickly slid out of her short-sleeved Guild dress, folding it neatly on the floor. Her push-up bra and thong swiftly followed. She stepped away from her clothes, trying not to wonder if this would be the last time she would ever wear Guild colours. She shivered, even though she wasn't cold, and her palms were slick with sweat.

Her mouth dried up when she saw what Turok held in his claws. 

"These force binders," he demanded, "how highly are they rated?"

"I-I believe they can withstand up to 200 metric tons of pressure, my lord." She could feel the blood leaving her face as she saw what else he was bringing out of the cabinet.

Turok eyed them dismissively, then sniffed. "I suppose they'll have to do." He turned back towards her. "You understand your role here today?"

For a second, Desirée could only gape at him.

***

"Bad kitty! Bad kitty!" The riding crop cracked across Turok's sensitive muzzle. The massive Leonorilla yowled, his muscles bunching as he fought to get out of the force binders. Desirée heard the rising buzz; the high-tech cuffs battling to maintain their grip on the beast's wrists and ankles. He lay on the massive bed, bound so tightly that there was no way he could get loose. The dark bruises showed against his paws where she had ground the heel of her pumps into his flesh. She could see his monstrous cock grow even larger and darker, the black tip gleaming.

"You will lick me properly, kitty, or shall I punish you again?" She dropped the crop, gripped his mane and pulled hard. "Answer me!"

"Never," he snarled hoarsely. 

"Then you leave me no choice." She pressed a button on the remote in her left hand. A 15" dildo, shoved into Turok's anus, delivered an electric current through his bowels. The massive Leonorilla screamed in agony, arching his back. She held the button for 10 seconds.

Inwardly, Desirée quailed at the amount of abuse his body was taking. She wasn't naturally a dominatrix but it was clear Turok was becoming more aroused by the pain she was inflicting on him. And her orders were clear.

"Well?" she demanded. "Are you going to be a good kitty?"

"Y-yes, mistress,"he groaned. "No more. Please . . . no more."

Once again, she gripped his mane, opening her thighs so that her pussy was right above his face. "Then lick it . . . and do it right this time!"

His long pink tongue came out, licking her already slick channel, flicking her clit. Desirée gasped and bit her lip: his tongue was surprisingly soft and velvety as it burrowed its way around her pussy. She could feel the hairs on her skin rise from the pleasure.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 11



"That's a good kitty," she murmured, grasped his mane, keeping his mouth aimed at her hips. Her pulse was racing, her breasts swelling as his talented tongue coaxed her towards a waiting orgasm. "Lick my asshole as well."

"No! I--" His protest broke off in a scream as she gave him another jolt of electricity. His tongue quickly lapped her puckered hole, leaving sheets of saliva coating her perky cheeks. She sighed with the sensation, somewhere between pleasure and tickling torture. Her legs were bent as she crouched over his face. She could feel the saliva running down her thighs; she quivered from the sensation of his tongue probing her anus.

"That's enough," she said, stepping back. "Now, kitty, you will stick your tongue out like this." She demonstrated, making her own tongue a spear. "Do you understand?"

Turok swallowed, staring up at her. "Yes, mistress." He did as she commanded.

"Very good," she smiled. "You're finally learning how to be obedient. I will consider giving you a reward. But first . . ." She grasped his ears and lowered her hips to his waiting face.

Desirée sighed when she felt his tongue pushing his way into her sopping pussy, sliding deep inside her. Her face clenched with pleasure, her hips started pushing back and forth, establishing a rhythm.

"Stay in this position until I order you otherwise," she said breathlessly, increasing the tempo of her thrusts. She fucked his face, concentrating solely on her own pleasure, accelerating until she was slamming her hips into his muzzle, her hair flying around her sweat-covered face.

"Yes! Yes! Good kitty, good kitty, good . . . yes! Yes! Yes!" She gave one last scream as she climaxed, slumping against the monster's face before sliding limply to the floor. She panted, feeling the pleasure race through her tissues. She closed her eyes, taking great gulps of air, feeling her hair sticking to her face, neck and breasts.

She finally opened her eyes, looking up at Turok, still caught in the binders.

"Have I done well, mistress?" he rumbled.

Desirée pretended to think about the question for several seconds, ignoring his expectant expression.

"I suppose you have . . . barely," she said, lifting herself towards his waiting cock. She touched it lightly, running her fingers along the hard length. Both of her hands couldn't encompass its girth so she settled for sliding her fingers over the muscles and veins that made up his penis. She could feel his breathing change, his cock swelling under her ministrations.

She bent her head, licking the tip. Turok groaned, his penis twitching, a bead of precum gleaming at the slit. She kept on gently stroking his member with one hand, gauging the success of her strokes by his groans and gasps. Occasionally, she would lick the tip, tasting the tang of the viscous fluid that dripped from the tip.

Her questing fingers found the remote. Choosing her moment carefully, she gave him a quick jolt. He yowled, nearly shoving his cock between her teeth. It became even darker and hotter to the touch, a warning lurch telling her that his orgasm was imminent.

Desirée bent her head, licking his cock, always keeping her caresses random. She could feel his muscles clench beneath her hands, his hips starting to thrust upwards more rapidly. His breathing became more laboured, his groans even louder.

His hips started to buck, gouts of milky cum jetting from the tip. Desirée leaned back, letting him watch as his semen splashed her shoulders and breasts, rubbing his cock against her skin. He groaned in satisfaction as she milked his penis, occasionally licking the tip of his cock to make him come some more.

Finally, he slumped onto the bed, his eyes closing. Presently, she heard his buzzing snore. Standing up, Desirée unsteadily made her way to the ensuite bathroom, a trail of cum and saliva marking her path.

She took a leisurely shower, carefully cleaning every part of her toned body. She then took a few minutes to order her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. She then walked out into the main room and slipped back into her clothes. She took some wet wipes and towels and gently cleaned the various fluids from her sleeping guest. She also wiped the lubricant from his buttocks after removing the dildo from his ass. She took towels and toys to the cleaning system tucked into the wall near the cabinets, placing them in the appropriate trays before starting the cycle.

That done, she stared down at the Leonorilla for several seconds. Turok was dead to the universe, his snores reverberating about the room. She slowly, discreetly began removing the force binders from his ankles, wincing at the marks and welts she had inflicted on him. 

Making no sound, she started gently removing the binders from his wrists. A massive hand closed about her own wrists, the claws sliding out with a snikt sound. She bit back a scream.

"Breathe a word of this to anyone." Turok's fangs dominated her vision. "And that breath will be your last."

Something rose up inside her. "Are you suggesting that a Guild courtesan could be indiscreet?"

Silence for several seconds. A drop of saliva slid down one fang. 

Turok laughed. "Good answer, Guild Courtesan Tanner. You have my respect." He released her wrist.

Desirée let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thank you, my lord. Would you like anything else?"

"You don't like me, do you?"

"I am a Guild Courtesan," she replied calmly. "I am here to entertain you. Would you like anything else?"

He expelled a quick breath through his nostrils, still amused. "I'll have an Ybarran beer, Guild Courtesan. And get something for yourself as well. You have nothing to fear from me."

"You're too kind." She went to the remote caterer on the far wall and punched in his order, adding a eruzhi juice and soda for herself as well. Within seconds, the slot slid back to reveal the two drinks in their frosty glasses. Desirée brought over the 2 liter stein for Turok before picking up the smaller glass for herself. 

"Having me lick your genitals like that," Turok said. "This is a submissive act among your people?"

"Sometimes, my lord." She sipped her drink; eruzhi was the closest Confederation equivalent to cranberry juice.

"What do you mean?"

"In a healthy relationship, our males and females submit to each other, to give our lover pleasure. We have an old term for it: quid pro quo." She wasn't sure how the UTD would translate the Latin phrase.

"You change roles depending on the situation? Sometimes you dominate, other times you submit?" He blinked. "Interesting. I had never looked at it that way before."

"I noticed you are married, my lord," she said. "Haven't you experienced this with your wife."

"My wife has informed me in no uncertain terms that my presence in her life is to be endured, not enjoyed," he said dryly. "I can't say I'm blameless but our marriage was an ill-fated experiment. But it's not all bad: she has given me 3 wonderful sons." Desirée noted the glow on his face when he spoke of his children. He sipped his beer, signaling that portion of the conversation was at an end.

"My lord, if you had communicated your wishes to us in advance, we could have offered you a courtesan more appropriate for your needs."

Turok took a large slug of beer. "You fulfilled my needs just fine, Guild Courtesan Tanner. And I have good reasons for keeping my needs secret."

"I fail to see why, my lord," she replied. "Plenty of beings in the Confederation enjoy pain. There is no shame in your proclivities."

The Leonorilla snorted. "There is among my people. Pain is to be endured, pain is there to teach us that life is a constant trial, with weakness to be avoided at all costs. The Leonorilla have no time for those who would embrace pain as a lover. It is seen as a sign of giving in to your weakness."

He studied his glass for several seconds. "I learned to conceal my perversion long ago. Honestly I never would have gained so much so quickly if I hadn't taken pleasure in that pain. It allowed me to withstand torments that would have otherwise broken me. It made me stronger than my fellows. It made me feared, respected."

He laughed mirthlessly. "It forced me to lie. If anyone outside this room learned exactly how I take pleasure in being tortured, in being humiliated, it would be the end of me, and of any chance I would have in bringing my people out of the madness that has infected us." He was silent, then he raised an eyebrow. "How familiar are you with my people?"

Desirée consulted her memory. "The Leonorilla have always been a militaristic society--"

"That's a dangerous understatement," he said. "We are a society of killers, ready to slaughter anyone at a moment's notice. It is the source of our pride but it is destroying us as a people. How can we continue living if all we do is fight? Our children are carefully bred for strength and aggression in battle; but many of them are overbred lunatics, willing to kill for even the slightest reason. Our people are inbred because the clans refuse to intermarry, causing our young men and women to marry too close to their bloodlines. We euthanize 2 babies for every one that lives because so many of them are born flawed.

"We have very few scientists and we're forced to import our food because those pursuits are not 'appropriate,'" he made the word a curse, "for a warrior. Our society is crumbling, infant mortality is shockingly high even among babies born without flaw, and we'd rather continue feuds whose beginnings are lost to history rather than grow as a people. The Leonorilla are destroying themselves; we will be extinct within 3 generations unless someone does something about it."

"What would you do about it?" she asked, somehow moved by his words.

"Simple," he answered. "Replace our code with the Confederation legal system. Bind ourselves more closely to the central government so that we can stop the constant clan warfare. Encourage more of our young men and women to turn swords into plowshares. I have already discussed this with the other War Lords; they too are equally sick of the slaughter."

"Then what's stopping you?"

He curled his lip before taking another swig. "Our pride. Our refusal to admit that our traditions are destroying us. The paranoid belief that this plan is just another phase in our interminable clan rivalry. Pick one reason; any one. 

"My wife is from another clan; it was one of the War Lords' first attempts to heal the feuds by forcing males and females from rival clans to marry. It hasn't worked: she despises me because of who I am, she tells our sons that I am a pervert and not to be trusted." He was silent for several seconds, contemplating his half-empty stein. "I have only seen my 3 sons at the Agoge; they are on their way to becoming fine warriors. But we need them to become more than merely warriors."

"Have you talked with the Diplomatic Corps about this?"

"Of course," he responded. "That was the easy part. The harder part is convincing our own people. We've already outlawed all clan feuds but that has just driven them underground."

"It sounds like you have to begin with the younger generations," Desirée remarked. "Have you considered sending them to off-world schools?"

He cocked his head. "An interesting notion. Introduce our children to new ideas and the realization that we aren't necessarily superior to other races in the Confederation. But our children grow quickly; could off-world teachers control them?"

"If it was a Grankhauer, a Taurean or a Tekkamaru?" Desirée said. "Easily, and their children are physically quite powerful as well."

Turok's yellow eyes were distant. "I will have to explore this. The clan leaders will scream of course, butI think I can turn their arguments against them." He consulted his chronometer. "Unfortunately, I must leave." He swigged back his beer. "Thank you for your time, and your conversation." He stood up. She set her drink aside and waved the keycard over the pad to summon the elevator. The doors silently slid open. She stood aside so he could enter first.

He hesitated for several seconds. "May I visit you again, Guild Courtesan Tanner?"

Desirée surprised herself by nodding. "Of course. You will have to arrange it through our office, my lord." 

"Certainly." He crossed his arms over his muscled chest and bowed to her. "But please; call me Turok."

"As you wish." She bowed in her turn. "And please, call me Desirée."

"Thank you. Until next time." He stepped into the elevator, leaving plenty of room for her to join him. They shared a companionable silence during the ride up to Ssurhuk-T'at's office.

Turok stalked out of the elevator as soon as the doors were opened, brushing past the senior courtesan without a word. Ssurhuk-T'at visibly flinched, trying not to press against the wall as the Leonorilla left the office. 

"Are you . . . all right?" he asked Desirée. "He didn't hurt you in any way, did he?"

Desirée winked.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 12



"Your drinks, gentlemen," Desirée said, placing three frosty glasses of Ybarran beer on the floating cooler tray that hovered over the pool. "Or, should I say, officers."

The three young Lorthlei, wearing the rank badges of second lieutenant in the Confederation Navy, swam over to take their beers. They thanked her as they hoisted their glasses but deliberately waited for Desirée to fetch her drink. She could feel their hot stares on her back and she deliberately let her hips sway a little more as she walked towards the dispenser several feet from poolside. 

Not for the first time, she appreciated the strenuous exercise program Guild Law forced her to follow in order to maintain peak physical fitness. Desirée's pale skin glowed with health and her body was taut yet curvaceous. She wore a skimpy bikini in the Guild colours of red and gold, and her hair hung down almost to the dimples above her buttocks. The aquatic Lorthlei were hairless and they clearly found both her long, bare legs and sandy blonde hair intriguing.

She returned with her glass of Swantahlian ambrosia -- a dark beverage similar to a Merlot -- and sat on the ramp that led into the pool, letting the warm waves lap her hips. The Lorthlei men slid onto the ramp around her, their heavily-muscled tails slowly churning the clear water. The Lorthlei's iridescent scales caught the light, creating gorgeous patterns of colour. They were close enough that she could feel the heat from their bodies; the planet Lorth had a climate much like Earth's -- except it was 95% water - and its people were well adapted to surviving for weeks even in ice-choked oceans.

"To your new careers," she said, raising her glass in a toast. "The Confederation is proud to have you defending her borders."

The three officers clinked glasses with her and drank deeply. After sipping her drink, she placed her glass on the cooler, next to the bottle of water-resistant lubricant and other toys that rested on the hover tray. The three had successfully completed their midshipman cruise and were now commissioned officers in the Confederation Navy. As a graduation present to themselves, the second lieutenants had pooled their funds to purchase a Guild courtesan's services for the afternoon. Some courtesans would have sneered at having to entertain a trio of low-ranking naval officers, but Desirée enjoyed their charmingly awkward politeness. They gathered around her, answering her questions about the Navy and their experiences during their first cruise.

The Lorthlei resembled the mermen of Earth myth. Desirée noticed the gills under their ear holes were dormant while they breathed through their mouths and nose slits. Other than their equipment belts and the rank badges hanging from their necks, they were nude. Not surprisingly, the three were in peak physical condition; their bodies were ripped and corded under their tiny scales. The only off-putting aspect were their mouths: hinged like a cod's and filled with several rows of razor-sharp teeth. But Desirée was able to ignore that once she became absorbed in their conversation.

"Since there's no real conflict right now, most of our work will involve routine patrols, escorting merchant convoys, updating star charts, that sort of thing," one of them was telling her, her UTD translating his otherwise inaudible clicks and squeaks into something she could understand. 

"Although things might heat up in the Kahlis System soon," another said. "Oh come on!" he protested when the first one shot him a warning look. "It's not like it's any great secret that someone's going to have to do something about General Xerkis!" 

"I wish they would," the third Lorthlei commented. "The longer we wait, the more dangerous he's going to become."

"I heard about how General Xerkis called elections simply as an excuse to flush out dissidents for his secret police," Desirée said. "From all I've heard, it's only his control of the armed forces that allows him to stay in power."

"Pretty much, yes," the second admitted. "He's made a few concessions to keep public support but mainly rules through fear and a very well-oiled propaganda machine."

"The Central Government's deadlocked on how to proceed," the first one said. "Every time there's a vote in the Chamber to pursue more aggressive action, someone exercises their veto power and blocks it. The last couple of times it's been the Naghra: no one's sure if they're prolonging the instability in order to embarrass the Confederation or to wring more concessions from Xerkis."

"But can't our ambassador in the System simply declare a state of emergency?" Desirée asked. "That should bypass any debate in the Lower Chamber, and allow Confederation ships to move into the system in force."

The first Lorthlei blinked, surprised at her knowledge of interstellar law. "That would do it, but Ambassador Norshown still hasn't given the word. I'm sure he has his reasons," Desirée hid a smile; he was clearly trying to be diplomatic, "and he's senior enough that no one else in the Foreign Service is willing to over-ride his authority. Until then, we're locked in a stalemate, unless something happens to break the situation wide open."

"I wish something would," grumbled the second Lorthlei.

"The last time the Confederation was involved in a shooting war was with the Asmodii Purist Faction almost thirty standard years ago," the first officer said sternly. Desirée suppressed a shudder; she knew all too well what the Asmodii Purists had been fighting for. "No one wants a repeat of that mess."

"Very true," she said, defusing any possible argument between the two aliens. "I'd prefer that three such gallant officers would have long and successful careers in our Navy without risking life and limb in a war no one needs. Besides, I'm feeling a little chilled," she shivered theatrically. Ordinarily, she was allowed to take as long as she liked with a guest. But the Lorthlei had paid a reduced rate for her companionship, which meant they had a limited time with her. And the clock was ticking. "Can one of you fine gentlemen think of a way to warm me up?"

The three officers looked at one another. As she suspected, the first one reached out and stroked her leg, sliding his webbed fingers along the inside of her calf. She smiled, shifting herself closer to the young Lorthlei, waves lapping at the silky cloth covering her pussy. His hand was feverishly warm on her flesh, the tiny scales surprisingly soft to the touch. He tentatively reached up to caress her knee; she encouraged him with another smile, running her left hand over his muscular shoulders and chest.

More confident now, his hand roamed up her inner thigh, leaving a trail of heat on her soft skin. Fingertips brushed the sim-silk stretched taut across her pussy. She gasped and shuddered from the contact, encouraging further caresses. She could see his nine-inch penis darkening as it hardened. 

He reached up and undid the knots on her bikini bottom, the tide allowing the garment to slip away, exposing her soft lips. The warm water licked her clit, just as his fingers touched her folds. Desirée leaned back slightly, propping her upper body with her elbows. She sighed while his webbed fingers explored her intimate flesh, her wordless responses letting him know what she enjoyed.

"Do you perform . . ." he asked nervously, "mouth sex?"

"I'm not sure." She bit her lip theatrically, feigning ignorance. "Do you mean . . . something like this?" She gently pushed him so that he was lying on his back, the waves lapping his gills and his cock sticking straight up. She went on her hands and knees over him, placing herself in such a way that he could easily reach her if he wanted to initiate a 69, but not close enough to imply that she was expecting it. 

She let her hair lightly brush his cock, eliciting a sigh. His penis was thick and hard, covered with those same soft iridescent scales that covered the rest of his body. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the other two Lorthlei stroking themselves as they watched her. Her long tresses were clearly a turn-on for the hairless aliens. She continued caressing his cock with her hair until she felt she had used the technique as far as it would take him. Then, using her left hand to hold back her hair, she gently enfolded his penis with her lips. He groaned and she let her tongue slide along the shaft, coating it with her saliva. She could tell he was very close; his cock gave a warning lurch. 

She smiled as she felt his webbed hands grasp her hips, pulling her over him for a 69. Another pair of hands pulled the strings on her bikini top, releasing her full breasts. His tongue plunged deep within her, making her lift her head and moan. His tongue swirled around inside her, sending her arousal shooting ever higher. She panted, moving her hips over his head so he would lick her most sensitive spots. Just as she started sucking his penis again, she felt a pair of hands parting her buttocks and a finger rub lube on her puckered star. She shuddered again, knowing what was coming. The finger rubbed more lube into her asshole, pressing harder with each stroke until it briefly slid inside her sphincter. She gasped at the intrusion but the finger didn't penetrate far; the Lorthlei's webbed hands didn't allow them to do so. 

The finger briefly slipped out and then returned, thickly coated with more lube. Desirée fought to maintain her concentration as she sucked the swelling cock, the twin intrusions in her ass and pussy making her tremble with need. Once again, the finger popped out and she sighed with combined relief and frustration. She settled back to sucking and licking the first Lorthlei's cock, her tongue swirling around the tip, her hands rubbing it in a corkscrew motion, seeing it growing ever larger and darker while his tongue lapped her clit in ragged strokes.

Once again, something pressed against her asshole, the slick sphincter yielding to the pressure. Desirée moaned from the sensation; she recognized it as a specially designed dildo, no thicker than her middle finger. It slowly slid in and out of her anus, going deeper with every thrust. She was shaking from the penetration, trying to lightly stroke the cock beneath her so he wouldn't come too soon.

After a minute, the dildo expanded to the width of two fingers, sending a jet of lube deep inside her bowels. She screamed, the increased pressure sending her over the edge and into her first orgasm. Just then, the cock she was sucking erupted, coating her mouth and throat. She lifted her head, feeling semen splash her face and breasts. Her eyes were closed so the salty cum wouldn't burn; her body shook as the relentless dildo slid in and out of her. 

She felt warm hands grasping her flesh, lifting her off the first Lorthlei. She clutched at a merman's powerful arms as he held her close, the soft scales rubbed against her swollen nipples, feeling the incredible heat his body was generating. He pulled her into deeper water, and the third Lorthlei had his arm wrapped around her hips, a webbed finger gently massaging her clit while he kept the dildo firmly in her ass. Now the dildo was beginning to vibrate inside her, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her firm young body.

The first Lorthlei paused for a moment; she guessed he was taking a swig of beer from the hover tray, since she could hear its low-pitched hum close by. She took the opportunity to dunk her head into the pool, washing semen from her face and eyelids. Desirée opened her eyes to see him rising in front of her, his muscular tail whipping back and forth to drive his body higher. She could see his iridescent cock, glistening with lube, now in line with her breasts as they floated in the water. 

"I want to fuck your breasts," he told her through her UTD. Desirée complied, squeezing her tits together to make a sheath. She was still trembling from the dildo inside her and the third Lorthlei who was now underwater, using his gills to keep breathing as he worked on her clit and ass.

The second Lorthlei started thrusting in and out of her cleavage, his webbed fingers playing with her sandy blonde hair. She somehow managed to find a rhythm, squeezing her tits as the slick cock poled between her breasts, her legs spread wide so she wouldn't get hit by his thrashing tail and allow the third merman to play with her genitals.

A second jet of lube squirted inside her ass; Desirée groaned, knowing what was coming. Sure enough, the dildo expanded yet again, this time to the thickness of three fingers. She had to fight to keep her rhythm going, maintain pressure on the darkening cock sliding between her breasts. She lowered her mouth as he thrust forward, briefly taking the tip in her mouth and lashing it with her tongue. He groaned and she tasted the tang of precum. 

Then she felt herself being lifted up by two pairs of hands, water cascaded from her body as her hips left the pool. At the same time, the dildo slid from her ass, leaving her feeling uncomfortably empty.

"Is she ready?" the second Lortheli asked. She didn't hear any response but a finger penetrated her pussy; she moaned and she heard the second merman's leering chuckle. Then two pairs of hands slowly lowered her into the water, the waves lapping her knees then her quivering thighs. As her hips entered the pool, she felt cocks at both her pussy and ass; their strong hands drove her down, impaling her on their hard cocks.

Desirée screamed, the double intrusion causing a second orgasm to explode inside her. The water churned from their thrusting, she was moaning from their relentless rhythm. She clutched the second Lorthlei's shoulders, her plump cheek against his chest, holding herself against him as they slammed into her. She gasped and moaned incoherently, she was orgasming almost continuously, short flashes of ecstasy amid the ruthless pounding. The third Lorthlei pulled her wet hair, exposing her neck. His tongue flicked the space below her ear, the place that always made her hot. Her breath hissed and her eyes fluttered closed, adjusting her panting to the twin pressure of their chests squeezing her, inhaling and exhaling as they thrust in and out.

The second Lorthlei thrust even faster; two seconds later, his cock exploded deep inside her. She felt his wetness within her, then the gaping emptiness as he slid out, sinking below the waves. The third Lorthlei kept thrusting, his left arm wrapped around her taut stomach while his right hand played with her clit. They were leaning backwards slightly to make it easier for him to fuck her, her thighs spread wide while his tail thrashed the water. Water and sweat ran down her breasts and belly, her hands gripping his arms or squeezing her breasts as they floated in the pool. She could feel his cock growing ever larger. The small, continuous climaxes stopped but she could feel the strain of a massive orgasm looming, surfing the waves of pleasure emanating from her ass and clit.

She felt a change in his breathing, water squirting from between his jaws onto her shoulder as his gills siphoned the air from the pool. He was getting close and surprisingly, so was she. His hand blurred against her clit and she felt herself responding, beginning that final climb. He gasped, driving her ass against his hips one final time, and wetness squirted in her bowels. Less than a second later, her mouth opened in a rictus of pleasure as her own flesh convulsed in orgasm.

She was limp and shaking as the three Lorthlei towed her to the shallow end of the pool and left her lying in less than an inch of water. She could barely wave good-bye as they flicked their tails and left, diving into the deep end where they could exit the room.

***

Desirée's body ached from the twin trials of the three Lorthlei the day before and this morning's workout. She was in a burn phase, which meant a lot of cardio and flexibility exercises. Luckily, there was hot water in the changing room showers and she could feel herself relaxing into the spray. She wrung the last of the shampoo out of her hair and let the shower wash her hair down her back, spray dotting her plump face and firm body. 

"Desirée, darling!" Veronica embraced her. Their lips met in a kiss, hot water cascading over their naked flesh. "I'm sorry we couldn't see each other last night but," the older woman made a face, "work got in the way."

"That's all right." Desirée shook her head ruefully. "I wouldn't have been much good in any case."

Veronica smiled. "I saw the video feed from yesterday. Was it as strenuous as it looked?"

Desirée nodded. "Those three really wiped me out."

Veronica laughed. "Three young, vigorous Navy officers who probably hadn't been with a female in over a Standard Year? I'm amazed you entertained them as well as you did. You'll be happy to hear that all three reported that they were more than satisfied with your hospitality."

Desirée sighed. "That's good to hear." Since the three Lorthlei had taken a reduced rate, her commission was lower than she would have hoped.

Veronica leaned in closer. "I'll tell you a little secret, darling," she breathed in Desirée's ear. "Those three boys may not have earned you a lot of money now, but they'll remember you when they make commander, captain or even admiral. And that, my dear, will pay off handsomely down the road."

Desirée smiled. The F'lyat Treatments would keep the 22-year-old looking young even into her second or third century, which allowed a courtesan to take the long view, career-wise. And the rest of the Galos IV Guild House had slowly become accustomed to the idea that she and the Guild administrator were lovers; Desirée had been very careful not to take advantage of her position and the senior courtesans had slowly come to accept her. 

Not that there weren't tensions: other races resented the fact that humans were highly responsive to the F'lyat Treatments, and it was increasingly obvious that Desirée was developing a reputation as one of the Galos IV House's more talented junior courtesans.

"So what's planned for today?" Desirée asked.

"You'll have to ask Ssurhuk-T'at for that information, remember?" Veronica said dryly. She caught the younger woman's expression as Desirée's UTD pinged an incoming call. "In fact, that's probably him right now."

Actually, it was Cyraena, one of the senior courtesans in the Galos IV Guild House. "Desirée, darling," the elegant Draco said with no preamble. "Have you received your schedule for today?"

Desirée lifted a finger to Veronica, requesting a minute. The older woman smiled, taking some soap from the dispenser and lathering it on her body, sliding her fingers along her shaved pussy. Desirée acknowledged the tease ruefully.

"Actually, Ssurhuk-T'at hasn't sent me my schedule yet," she admitted to Cyraena. The froglike courtesan had taken over Desirée's guest itinerary as soon as she and Veronica had become lovers, to quell any rumours about possible favouritism.

"Good," Cyraena said quickly, flicking back her long straight hair. Not for the first time, Desirée noticed how the pale woman made any action seem deeply sensual. "The guest I was telling you about is coming today, and I would like to give him something special. Care to join me?"

"I'd love to." Desirée willed herself to ignore the various aches and pains from yesterday's entertainment. 

"Excellent," Cyraena enthused. "I'll call Ssurhuk-T'at and let him know you'll be working with me today. Be at my door in two hours, and wear something sexy, yet demure. You will be the sweet innocent, seduced and corrupted by the decadent blood drinkers. Do you understand?"

"Completely." 

"Wonderful. See you then." Cyraena paused, just before cutting the connection. "By the way," she grinned, showing her fangs, "I love your outfit."




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 12



Desirée's hands flew to her wet breasts as she blushed a deep crimson. She'd forgotten to disable the video feed on her UTD.

"Not Ssurhuk-T'at, I take it?" Veronica said dryly. Desirée quickly went back to washing herself, the deadline giving her movements a certain urgency.

"It's Cyraena," she explained. "She wants me to join her in a threesome with another Draco in two hours."

"Nicely done, my dear," Veronica replied, her brown eyes wide. "Cyraena almost never partners with another courtesan."

"Of course everyone will think you set it up for me." Desirée couldn't quite keep the bitterness out of her voice. She soaped up quickly.

"Not anyone who has been here a while," Veronica replied tartly. "There's no bad blood between us, but everyone knows Cyraena and I have never been friends. We've often been rivals for decades now. In fact, we were both short-listed for the administrator position at this House and I know she was most disappointed when the Guild chose me for the job."

"So why did she stay after you got elected?"

"Cyraena likes it here, and this House is close enough to the center of things that she has no shortage of clients. Her presence here brings in a lot of business; something she never fails to mention when it comes time for contract renegotiations," Veronica said ruefully. "Admittedly, she is a better courtesan than I -- and I'm counting on you never to say that to her -- but she lacks the leadership qualities needed to run a Guild House. But I recommend you keep your eyes and ears open around her, dear. She has a lot to teach, and very few other courtesans get to watch her in action. Use this opportunity as best you can."

"I will," Desirée promised. "I have to run. See you."

They quickly kissed before Desirée scampered from the showers. 

***

Desirée took a deep breath. Once again, she was a minute early: standing in front of a door. Behind which was an assignment that would either make her career as a courtesan . . . or break it. 

She wiped her sweating fingers on a handkerchief, which she then placed back in her purse. Not sure how to interpret Cyraena's instructions, Desirée cast her mind back to four years ago, when she was a high school graduate desperately looking for work. To that end, she'd assembled a modestly-cut outfit that her eighteen-year-old self would have worn for a job interview. The gray skirt hung down slightly past her knee, but there was a daring slit along the side. The blue jacket and high-cut white shirt was perhaps too dowdy but she felt sure her underwear would compensate. Her hair was tied into a modest braid. When Desirée had looked in the mirror, just before leaving her quarters, she was stunned at how young she looked. 'Damn, was Veronica right after all?' she silently asked herself. 'Will those bloody fat cheeks actually be an asset?' 

Certainly, to her mind, the outfit fulfilled the requirement of "innocent, yet sexy." She only hoped Cyraena -- and her client -- would agree.

Swallowing against a dry throat, she pressed the buzzer beside the door. She faintly heard the chime inside the room but that was it. Desirée stood there for several seconds, her purse held protectively in front of her, feeling the chill of the glascrete floor through the soles of her flats. Her fingers were wet with perspiration.

After what seemed an eternity, the door silently irised open. The room beyond was dark, with only a few red lanterns lighting the gloom. Desirée stepped across the threshold and the door irised closed behind her. 

"Hello?" she called out, not needing to feign nervousness. She could barely see anything in the dim light. "M-my name is Desirée Tanner, and I'm here about the job interview?"

"Indeed?" Cyraena breathed in her ear. Desirée jumped from shock. The tall woman towered over her. The senior courtesan wore a long dress in the Guild colours, her eyes completely black in the dimness. 

"Hello, Ma'am." Desirée put out her hand to shake. She hoped Cyraena would interpret her sweaty palms as her getting into her role, and not fear.

"Of course you are," Cyraena replied. Taking Desirée's hand, she leaned in to kiss the young courtesan's cheeks.

"Our guest is watching us via closed circuit camera from the room next door," she whispered in Desirée's ear. "Let's give him a good show, shall we?" Gliding back, Cyraena motioned the human to follow her. Desirée walked behind the statuesque Draco, her eyes finally adjusting to the dim light. 

If Desirée was asked to describe the prototypical 24th Century courtesan's room, it would have looked much like Cyraena's. Heavy curtains hid the walls, many of them in the Guild colours. An artist of considerable talent had painted an erotic fresco on the ceiling: beings from countless races writhing and penetrating one another in an orgy that left little to the imagination. Cyraena herself featured prominently in the painting, smiling lasciviously down at the viewer as a massively-hung Taurean took her from behind. The furniture was low and overstuffed, and Desirée noticed many clips and handholds bolted to the sofas and pouffes. 

Cyraena led her to an ornate desk, motioning her to a plain wooden chair. Desirée obediently perched on the wooden chair, the very picture of the nervous young girl wanting to make a good first impression. The Draco sat down behind her desk and steepled her hands, glossy red fingernails glinting in the faint light.

"So . . . Desirée, is it?" She cocked her head, making even that simple motion look alluring. "Tell me: why should I hire you?"

"Well, Ma'am, I -- "

"Please. Call me Cyraena."

"T-thank you, Cyraena," Desirée said, her heart rate slowing as she became more comfortable in her role. "I read your ad and I feel I possess the proper qualifications for the position you're offering --"

"Yes, this job requires a great many . . . positions," the Draco smiled. "However, what makes you think that you're the perfect candidate?"

"Well," Desirée fumbled in her purse, "if you'd like to see my resume, it should tell you what you need to know." She passed the piece of plas-paper to the dark-haired Draco.

"Thank you," Cyraena said. "I'll need to study this. Would you like something to drink while I do so?"

"Yes, Ma -- I mean, Cyraena," she said. "I'm very thirsty." She wasn't but she was willing to play along. Especially since she suspected what would be in the drink.

"Excellent." She smiled at Desirée, showing her long canines. She poured a dark red liquid from a glas-steel decanter into a goblet. "Here you go."

"Thanks." Then, "Aren't you having some too?"

Cyraena smiled again. "I never drink . . . wine."

"Oh. Okay." Desirée tasted a cinnamon-nutmeg flavour in her drink; she recognized it as bathorius, a herb that flavoured the blood, popular with the Draco. Desirée suspected that there was some Asmodii venom -- the Confederation's only known aphrodisiac - in the wine as well.

"Drink up, my dear. I'll need to examine this most carefully, especially your . . . ah, work history." Cyraena's red lips quivered. Instead of an employment history, Desirée had typed up a series of off-colour jokes. She obediently sipped her spiked wine as Cyraena pretended to read her "resume"; bathorius wouldn't hurt her and she knew it gave the Draco drinking her blood a mild sense of euphoria. And if there actually was venom in the wine, all the better: it would make her less nervous about two Draco drinking her blood.

"Your resume is most impressive, Desirée." Cyraena's black eyes promised payback for the stunt with the work history. "But there is a . . . physical component to this job. Would you mind standing up and removing your jacket?"

"Oh certainly," Desirée gushed. She theatrically put a hand to her forehead. "It feels so warm in here all of a sudden." That was true; Cyraena kept her apartment at a high heat. Her home planet of Ruthven was several degrees hotter than Earth and the Draco didn't handle lower temperatures very well. From Cyraena's half-smile, Desirée guessed there was Asmodii venom in the wine. 

Desirée stood up, conscious of their mysterious guest watching from another room. She pretended nervousness, biting her lip as she slowly removed the blue jacket, sliding it from her shoulders, "accidentally" arching her back so accentuate her breasts. Once she had removed the outer garment, she stood in an "anxious sex kitten" pose: back arched and heels slightly raised to bring attention to her breasts and ass, biting her lower lip to make her seem more innocent.

Cyraena leaned forward on her desk, licking her lips. "You have potential, my dear, but I'm still not convinced you're suitable for the position."

"What can I do to convince you that I'm the right person, Cyraena?" Desirée deliberately pitched her voice slightly higher. "I so need this job! My landlord will throw me out if I don't pay the rent soon!" Okay, maybe she was pushing it a bit but Cyraena didn't seem to mind.

The Draco glided around her desk, reaching out to take Desirée's hands. "Oh sweet child, I so understand what you're going through, but my hands are tied in this matter." Desirée had always suspected Cyraena enjoyed bondage. "You clearly have the willingness to work, but I need to know that you possess the sensuality that will appeal to my clientele. Can you show me that?"

"I'll do anything for this job," Desirée said, conscious of their invisible audience. "Anything."

Cyraena smiled, showing her fangs. "That's what I like to hear, my darling." She picked up a remote sitting on her desk. Pressing a single button illuminated a small platform in one corner of the room. A stripper's pole glowed in the center of the stage.

"Oh, but . . . I've never done anything like this before!" Desirée kept playing her role. "I mean, my mother would kill me if she ever knew -"

"You want this job?" Cyraena asked simply. "Dance."

She hit another button on her remote: soft music with an insistent rhythm filled the air. A wordless female vocal wailed over it. Desirée recognized it as millarca, a form of dance music popular on Ruthven. 

"Dance for me, my darling," Cyraena said softly. Desirée backed away, then slowly turned towards the raised platform, only stopping to remove her shoes. Her hips began to sway to the rhythm; the warmth of the room made her white top cling to her body. She stepped onto the stage, her left hand grasping the brass pole. She used it to spin herself around and then began to shimmy to the beat. She was already sweating, tendrils of hair slipping free of her braid. As she wiped the sweat from her face, she "accidentally" popped the first two buttons on her blouse.

"Not bad," Cyraena said. She was seated not five feet from the stage, leaning forward with her legs crossed. Her long black dress had fallen away from her right, exposing a long, slender thigh. "But you need to become one with the music, feel its pulse deep within you. You're too stiff, you must relax and feel the rhythm flow through you."

Desirée fanned herself. "I don't know what's wrong with me," she said, staying in character. She ran her fingers through her hair, "Oops," she said when her braid came loose, sending her sandy blonde hair tumbling around her face. "I feel so funny, so hot." 

"Use that feeling," Cyraena said. "Relax into it, feel the music, let it move you."

"Yes, yes," Desirée said, allowing herself to sway to the rhythm as she leaned against the pole, running a hand down her front. "But I'm so hot." 

"Take your blouse off if you like," Cyraena said.

"Are you sure?" Desirée asked in a stage whisper. "It's just us, right?"

"Certainly, my darling," Cyraena replied with a laugh. "What, you think someone is watching us from another room through a closed circuit feed? What a strange imagination you have." The Draco winked; Desirée fought not to start laughing.

"Well . . . if it's all right . . ." She started unbuttoning her blouse, her hips still shimmying to the millarca rhythm. "Actually," she bit her lower lip, "I wouldn't mind if someone was watching us." She let out a giggle. "It would be kinda . . . sexy."

Cyraena's eyes widened; she gave a quick shake of her head. Desirée fought to control her reaction, even as she quailed. The possibility of acknowledging their guest's presence wasn't part of his fantasy. Desirée fought to get back into character.

She danced some more while unbuttoning her blouse, turning away from Cyraena so she wouldn't see what lay underneath. At one point, she let the blouse drop, exposing one shoulder and the strap of her bra.

"Red lace?" Cyraena smiled lasciviously, leaning forward as she did so. Her gown was cut very low. "You are a dirty girl."

Desirée giggled again. "You like it?" She turned to face the Draco, still keeping her soaked blouse wrapped around her but the one shoulder bare.

"I'm not sure," Cyraena said. "Perhaps if you showed me more, I might be able to give a better assessment."

"Oh!" Then, "Just between us girls?"

Cyraena smiled. "Just between us girls."

Desirée dropped the blouse, allowing it to fall to the floor in front of the stage. She pretended nervousness some more to keep in character, her hands fluttering around her breasts before they settled at her sides, her back slightly arched.

The Draco pursed her lips in appreciation. "You have beautiful breasts."

Desirée decided to take things up a notch. "So do you," she said quietly.

Even though the two females were acting out a fantasy for a guest, the raw sexuality of Cyraena's gaze struck Desirée like a blow. The young woman could feel her body burning for the senior courtesan's touch, to feel her smooth flesh rubbing against Cyraena's, to find those places that would make the Draco scream with ecstasy even as she did the same to Desirée. Her nipples hardened underneath her bra, labial folds thickening as they yearned for Cyraena's touch. She could feel herself shaking with need, and her hands grasped the pole behind her so she could stay upright.

"Well, well, well," Cyraena said softly. "You have no idea how happy this makes me."

This time, Desirée's giggle wasn't acting. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused and it wasn't because of the Asmodii venom. Actually, her thoughts were surprisingly clear; she should have started feeling the aphrodisiac's effects by now. Perhaps there wasn't any in the drink?

"Seduce me, Desirée," Cyraena's black eyes burned. "Seduce me with your dance."

Still staring at Cyraena, she let the rhythm of the millarca move her, her hand sliding up her thigh, giving her audience a quick flash of one butt cheek. She shimmied down the pole, caressing it like a lover. She spun around it a few more times, her hair flying out wildly with each pass. She noticed Cyraena caressing herself over her dress, her long fingers sliding along her cleavage before running down the length of her gown and sliding up the inside of her thighs. Desirée gave her a smoldering glance before doing another spin. This time her fingers teased at the mag-binding on the side of her gray skirt, opening and closing it a little. Cyraena bit her lower lip, a silent plea to remove the garment. The Draco was breathing heavily, a pink flush suffusing her gray skin showing she was as aroused as Desirée.

She briefly toyed with the mag-binding again before going into yet another spin. This time, she clamped her thighs around the pole, her toes well off the stage. She leaned back as far as she could, hands running through her sweat-streaked blonde hair, eyes closed and lips parted. Then, still straddling the pole, she turned so that her back was to Cyraena and slowly lowered herself into a full split. Turning her left shoulder towards her audience, she ran a single finger along the mag-binding, letting her gray skirt slip off. Still in her split, she pushed herself away from the pole so Cyraena got a good look at the matching thong that bisected the firm globes of her ass. 

Her legs at right angles to her body and toes pointed, Desirée ground her hips back and forth as if she was riding a lover, her buttocks clenching with every thrust. She arched her back and peered over her shoulder at Cyraena, giving the tall Draco another burning glance. Cyraena licked her lips in appreciation while she caressed the tops of her breasts. At one point, she squeezed them and Desirée caught a brief glimpse of nipple. 

"Your bra," she whispered, running long fingers along her thighs, riding up her dress so it exposed more of her legs. "Take it off."

Desirée curled her legs into a kneeling position, her hands reaching for the bra clip in the middle of her back. Just before reaching the closure, her arms went around herself in a hug and she slipped a strap off her right shoulder, staring back at Cyraena the entire time as she caressed the rounded muscle. Her hand slid back and she popped the clasp, letting the straps fall. But, as she spun around to face the taller woman again, her left arm trapped the bra to her breasts, still hiding them from view. 

"You're driving me insane, darling," Cyraena smiled, showing her long fangs. 

"Oh good," Desirée purred. Then, remembering the character she was supposed to play: "Do you like it?"

"More."

Still feeling the music's pulse, Desirée toyed with the bra, lowering it slightly then bringing it back up, teasing Cyraena with a nipple flash before concealing it with her hand. The straps slid down her arms as she danced, the sim-silk fabric rubbed against her breasts, making the nipples harder. Finally, she turned away and flung the bra off the stage, quickly crossing her arms so her hands would hide her tits. She then turned around again, facing the elegant Draco.

Still concealing her breasts, Desirée began pulling at them, making her soft flesh even more sensitive to the touch. Her eyes were half-closed and her tousled hair framed her face; she pulled on her breasts even harder, letting Cyraena see her arousal, no longer caring to conceal her nipples from view. She sank into a squat, her calf muscles rippling under soft skin while she stayed on her toes, showing off the soaked gusset of her thong. She sighed, her back arched.

Then Cyraena was directly in front of her. "You've teased me enough, my love." She reached out a finger and lifted a single bead of sweat from under Desirée's left ear. The Draco then lifted it towards her mouth and her long forked tongue flicked out to taste the fingertip. Desirée's breasts were heaving, both from exertion and need.

With her other hand, the Draco gently pushed the young woman so she had to use her hands to brace herself. Cyraena's fingers closed around the thong strap, her red nails lightly scratching Desirée's skin. She shuddered from the contact, and from the air on her pussy lips as Cyraena pulled the young woman's thong down to her ankles. 

"Stand up, and come with me," Cyraena commanded softly. She took a single stride to the set of stairs leading off the stage, her right hand out towards Desirée. Walking on tip-toe, she took Cyraena's hand and was drawn into her embrace. Cyraena's left leg lifted up between Desirée's thighs, her black pump resting on the middle step so that Desirée's pussy was resting on the ridge of her thigh.

From this position, Desirée was eye-to-eye with the much taller Draco. Even so close, the senior courtesan's skin was flawless and Desirée saw purple flecks in her black eyes. She felt like she could drown in their stygian depths; her legs were trembling, barely able to hold her up.

"You are everything I hoped for, my darling," Cyraena whispered and they kissed, their tongues dueling wetly. Once again, Desirée felt like a rank novice but she was quick to catch on to Cyraena's swirling tongue and, within moments, both females were moaning loudly. Cyraena's fingernails slowly scratched down Desirée's back and cupped her round buttocks. She then squeezed and released, her fingernails pointed towards Desirée's puckered hole. 




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 12



The blonde moaned as her hips picked up the rhythm, her clit pressed between her pelvic bone and Cyraena's hard thigh. She whimpered into the Draco's open mouth, her kisses getting more frantic from the intense stimulation. She tilted her head back and Cyraena's tongue and lips traversed her neck and shoulders, lightly biting the soft flesh just below the young woman's ear, licking her earlobe. Desirée shuddered, her face slack and fingers slid through Cyraena's black hair. 

Cyraena easily hoisted Desirée in the air, the young courtesan wrapping her legs around the Draco's waist. Murmuring endearments in the young woman's ear, Cyraena easily carried her over to the low sofa and placed her in the middle, kneeling between Desirée's thighs.

She rested her head against the leather backing, her blonde hair damp against her cheeks. "What do you want me to do?" she panted, lips streaked with saliva.

Cyraena smiled mysteriously. "Lie back and relax, darling," she said, sliding the straps of her gown from her shoulders.

She wore no bra, and the Draco's breasts were as flawless as the rest of her. Her nipples were black and out-thrust; they rubbed against the cleft of Desirée's thighs. Cyraena sank down, her fingers pushing Desirée's legs up and out, her nose brushing the soft tuft of hair above Desirée's pussy. Desirée moaned from the sensation, then gasped when Cyraena's tongue touched her clit.

The next half hour was the sweetest agony for the young woman as a true mistress ate her out; Cyraena would take her to the brink countless times, only to back off at the last second. Desirée's pleas for release swiftly became incoherent moans as the Draco relentlessly tormented her until even the merest breath on Desirée's pussy lips made her shudder. Sweat coated her heaving body, her legs shook where they rested on Cyraena's shoulders. Finally, the Draco lightly brushed Desirée's slit with her tongue and she wailed, her hips convulsing in a titanic orgasm.

"Did you enjoy that, my darling?" Cyraena asked, her black eyes bright. Desirée, still gasping for air, was unable to answer. She loomed over Desirée, her hands grasping the couch near the young blonde's head. "Consider that payback for tormenting me so ruthlessly earlier." 

"Oh really?" Desirée panted when she could finally speak. "Two can play at that game." She slid Cyraena's long dress up her thighs and over her hips. She wore no underwear and her pussy lips were so dark with arousal as to be almost black; a single drop of her juices dripped on Desirée's cheek as she pulled Cyraena's hips to her face. She also noticed the Draco's 4-inch clit was rock hard. 

She clearly heard Cyraena groan as her tongue rimmed the senior courtesan's pussy. Desirée hands stroked the gray pillars of Cyraena's thighs, sliding up to her hips and caressing her lower pelvis. Her initial licks were tentative, exploring the Draco's reactions, discovering her most sensitive spots as she tried to replicate what Cyraena did to her. Groans and gasps rewarded Desirée's efforts, and the occasional squirt of her juices, which ran down the blonde's face, along her chin, pooling in the hollow of her throat and trickling down her breasts. She discovered that tonguing the roof of Cyraena's slit drove her wild and she used this discovery ruthlessly, some times driving her partner towards orgasm, other times teasing her, keeping her from the release Cyraena so desperately craved. Occasionally, she would fellate the Draco's clit like it was a penis; she knew it would drive her partner wild, but wasn't enough to bring her to orgasm.

Desirée noticed a tall, lean figure entering the room, wearing a black robe. Over the sound of Cyraena's moans, she heard the rustle of sim-silk and saw the robe puddle on the ground. Although his long black hair contained several white streaks and crows' feet crinkled the skin by his red eyes, his gray flesh rippled with muscle. Above his firm and out-thrust cock, she noticed a small opening meant for Cyraena's clit: during traditional sex, her clitoris would slide into his sheath, just as his penis slid into hers. Should the female Draco wish to become pregnant, her clit would shoot a fluid into him that, mixed with his semen, would inhibit her natural defenses against his sperm.

As she kept licking her partner's clit, her fingers caressed the firm globes of Cyraena's ass, sliding down to pull open the lips of her pussy. At the same time, Desirée spread her own legs, offering her own wet slit should he wish it. He briefly stroked the inside of Desirée's thighs, making her shudder, before positioning himself, his cock ready to slide in Cyraena's pussy. He winked at Desirée then, choosing his moment carefully, he drove his penis into Cyraena's slit. The female Draco screamed, throwing her head back and her hands grasping for his hips. He slammed into her with no little force, her hips pushing back against him. One hand grasped her shoulder, using her for balance while the other twisted in her long hair. At random intervals, he would lightly yank on her hair, making her gasp. Whenever she could, Desirée sucked on Cyraena's clit or licked the underside of his penis, occasionally taking one of his four testicles into her mouth. 

However, she soon realized their thrusts were becoming too violent for her to make any real contribution; she quickly scooted out from under them, wiping Cyraena's juices from her face. No sooner had she done so than he literally lifted Cyraena off the couch, still taking her from behind. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands clenching his forearms as he gripped her waist, his legs wide to take both her weight and his, counterbalancing Cyraena as she stretched out like the bow of a ship, sweaty hair plastered to her heaving breasts and her dress bunched around her waist. His face was constricted from the effort but he increased the tempo of his hips slapping her ass, her moans and squeals as he hilted himself in her moist hole.

Desirée felt herself becoming more and more aroused as she watched them, the sheer animal intensity of their fucking causing the lips of her labia to swell and her nipples harden. She fought the urge to finger herself; human and Draco physiology were similar enough that he would respond to the scent of her heat. 

Cyraena began screaming obscenities in Draco; Desirée's eyebrows lifted when her UTD dutifully translated what she was saying. However, his response was even more dramatic: their guest bellowed and started fucking her even faster. The veins stood out in his neck and his lips peeled back from his fangs as he hilted himself deep inside Cyraena. The two Draco were a tableau for several seconds, then they both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily.

"Vrykolakas, you are an animal," Cyraena groaned, pushing her sweat-sticky hair away from her face. "You're almost more than I can handle."

He laughed, lying on his back on the soft leather. His penis was still rock-hard, despite the cum dribbling from its tip. "Almost," he grinned. "But what about your little minx here?" He looked over at Desirée. "Do you have a name, minx?"

"Ah, forgive my lack of manners," Cyraena said. "Desirée, meet Vrykolakas, the Senate representative from Ruthven. Senator, this is Desirée Tanner. She's a junior courtesan who shows some potential."

"Some potential?" His delicate black eyebrows shot up. "Judging by the way she tantalized you earlier, I'd say she shows a great deal of potential. Did you know I was watching you?"

Desirée thought she saw a flash of irritation cross Cyraena's beautiful face. "You are too kind, Senator," she said. "Yes, Cyraena informed me that you would be watching us." She decided that honesty was the better policy; Vrykolakas' intelligence was obvious. "Did our interaction please you?"

He grinned. "Very much so. Cyraena, you chose extremely well."

"It is my pleasure to entertain you, Vrykolakas," Cyraena said. "Desirée, get me some Tharcis blood from the dispenser in the far corner. Vrykolakas, would you like something to drink?"

"Not yet," he said lazily. He turned back towards Desirée, who was picking up her skirt and blouse. "Leave those off," he said sharply. "I prefer you without your clothes," he added in a softer tone.

Desirée bowed, folding her skirt and blouse and leaving them on the small platform. She walked towards the dispenser, conscious of his eyes on her naked body. 

"You gave her the bathorius, right?" she heard Vrykolakas ask.

"Yes."

She keyed in the code for Tharcis blood from the dispenser, remembering that the connoisseur generally preferred it around 39 degrees Celsius. She brought the glass over to Cyraena, then turned towards Vrykolakas. "Is there anything you would like me to do for you, Senator?" she asked.

"Actually, there is," he replied, glancing at his still-erect penis. 

"It would be my pleasure." Desirée sank to her knees in front of him, taking his tool in both hands. She started licking his cock, tasting the mingled tang of Cyraena's juices and his cum on the shaft. Her fingers lightly caressed him in a corkscrew motion, drawing his gray skin tight as she lashed the tip with her tongue, finally taking his cock as deep as her throat would allow.

He gasped. "Oh, she's good," he said, sinking lower on the couch. His hand gently pulled her hair away from her face as she licked his cock, nuzzling it against her cheek before running her tongue around the tip, then plunging into her mouth a few times before starting the process again. She could feel him getting harder and firmer as she fellated him, her saliva running down his shaft and coating her fingers as she stroked him. Her left hand slid down and caressed the soft lips above his prick. His cock gave a warning lurch and he gently pulled her mouth from it, a string of saliva connecting his penis to her open mouth.

Lifting her as if she were a child, he placed her on the couch, pushing her left leg so that her heel rested on the top and her head was on the armrest. He then moved over her, his cock nuzzling her wet entrance.

He slid the tip inside and she gasped, her legs wrapping themselves around his buttocks. He toyed with her for several minutes, almost sliding out then pushing back in, never giving her more than a quarter of his length. Desirée moaned, enjoying the exquisite tension, the promise of what was to come.

Without warning, he plunged his full length inside her and she groaned, her hips thrust up to meet him. He began pumping harder and she lifted her legs, resting them against his shoulders so that she could feel every inch of him. Her blindly fingers traced the ridged muscles of his chest, pressing to see where his body gave under her hands and where it resisted her totally. She teetered on the knife edge between ecstasy and agony, craving the release his cock would eventually give her. 

Once again, she felt herself being lifted and she bit her lip, the motion impaling her ever deeper on his prick. Like Cyraena before, Vrykolakas fucked her standing up, his powerful legs braced to bear both their weights, her heels on his shoulders. Desirée leaned backwards as far as she dared, her fingers gripped his powerful forearms, confident of his hands holding her ribs. They stayed like that for several minutes, his animal grunts a counterpoint to her moans and whimpers.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cyraena rise from her chair. Carrying the glass of blood, she sashayed towards them. She held the glass to his lips, giving him a drink, and then they kissed, blood trickling between their lips and down their chins. Giving him a steamy look, she licked the blood from his chin, then she kissed her way down his neck and onto his heaving chest, stopping to run her tongue over his black nipples. Taking her time, she kissed her way down his ridged stomach and then, kissing and nibbling the bare expanse of his pelvis.

Desirée's orgasm blasted out of nowhere, every hair on her body feeling like it was standing on end. She shrieked until her throat was raw but Vrykolakas' relentless pounding continued until her climax became another climb towards an even higher peak.

Smiling wickedly, Cyraena plunged her tongue into Vrykolakas' slit; his bellow just about ruptured Desirée's eardrums and she felt jetting wet deep inside her tissues. Despite this, he continued his brutal plowing until Desirée felt like she was losing consciousness, the sensation in her vagina warring with the burning of her locked abdominal muscles.

Cyraena slowly wandered over to Desirée's head, casually splashing more Tharcis blood over the blonde's sweat-slick breasts. Then, gripping her shoulders, the female Draco positioned her pussy so that it was over Desirée's face. She grabbed Cyraena's asscheeks for support, and started tonguing the female Draco's pussy, trying to remember her technique as Vrykolakas continued to pound her pelvis. Despite the distraction, she was effective enough that Cyraena was soon moaning and her juices were splashing over Desirée's face and neck. 

They stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, Vrykolakas thrusting deep inside Desirée while she licked and sucked at Cyraena's moist hole, occasionally jamming her fingers inside to finger the female Draco's G-spot. Eventually, Cyraena squealed, her orgasmic juices splashed all over Desirée's upper body. No longer thinking of Cyraena's pleasure, Desirée shifted her position, sliding her legs down to clasp Vrykolakas' waist and her arms gripping his strong biceps. The change brought his pelvis to bear on her neglected clit, and the resulting sensation swiftly brought her to climax. Nevertheless, she hung on, feeling sweat, Cyraena's juices and the Tharcis blood gluing her breasts to his chest, enfolded in his arms while he continued his merciless assault on her pussy.

Eventually Vrykolakas' grunts became growls, she felt his ass muscles tighten under her legs. With one final thrust that just about sent her over the edge again, he hilted himself deep inside her, his cock pumping against her tissues. Finally, they collapsed on the couch, Desirée feeling wrung out. Her blood and sweat-covered breasts heaved in the aftermath of her exertions.

Cyraena licked the sweat that was dripping below Desirée's jaw. "Has this one satisfied you?" she asked. 

He grinned, running his fingers along her thigh. "Very much so. Do you think she is ready?"

"By now?" Cyraena smiled. "Very much so."

"Excellent." With snake-like speed, Vrykolakas' fangs punctured the meat of Desirée's thigh. Her mouth opened in a silent scream but she had no time to respond as Cyraena's teeth buried in her neck. Too shocked to struggle, she felt black invade her vision as the Draco's tongues lapped blood from her post-orgasmic flesh.

***

Desirée woke to find Cyraena's apartment in a shambles. Wall hangings were torn down, stuffing was ripped from various pieces of furniture and toys of various sizes and shapes were strewn all over the floor. A pair of broken force binders lay in a pool of glass shards and the shreds of Cyraena's black dress. Luckily, there was no blood on the glass but the binders looked like they had been ripped apart by sheer strength. 

She ducked when a mangled loveseat flew up in the air, and bounced off the ceiling. It clanged off the brass pole, taking a chunk of the stage's railing.

"How much bloody venom did you give that human?" she heard Vrykolakas groan. The Draco Senator crawled out from under an area rug; his long hair was matted with sweat and his muscular body was scratched all over.

"I didn't think it was that much," Cyraena moaned, holding her head. The otherwise elegant Draco looked like she had been through the wars. Another set of broken force binders dangled from her wrists and angry red welts decorated her wrists and ankles. 

Ignoring the Draco's semi-conscious wrangling, Desirée consulted the chronometer on her UTD: a full 12 hours had passed since she had danced for Cyraena. She found a mirror that was still (mostly) intact and checked her neck: luckily there were no teeth marks either there or on her inner thigh. Other than that, she looked a mess: her blonde hair was matted and dried Tharcis blood flaked on her breasts. Noticing the bathroom was just as destroyed as the rest of the apartment, Desirée slipped on her skirt and blouse without taking a shower.

"There's something very unusual about you, Desirée." There were black bags under Vrykolakas' eyes and his voice rasped with exhaustion. "Considering how much we fucked after feeding from you," he gazed ruefully around the devastated room, "you must have a considerable dose of Asmodii venom coursing through your veins. Yet you stand here, with your clothes on while by rights you should be fucking the fixtures. Why is this?"

"As a student, I was injected with a considerable amount of venom," Desirée replied slowly. Even still, her mind recoiled from the horror of what the rogue Asmodii Meljahza had nearly done to her. "I guess my body must have developed a tolerance for the venom."

"A highly unusual tolerance, I'd say," he said. "You should discuss this with Professor Ssurhuk-T'at. Do you know him? He's considered one of the Confederation's foremost experts on Asmodii venom, and I believe he's a member of your Guild."

"He's one of the professors here at the Guild Academy, Senator," Cyraena said. She had found herself a short nightgown and she carried Vrykolakas' clothes in her arms.

"Is that so?" Vrykolakas cocked his head. "Do send him my greetings and best wishes. He was called as an expert witness for a trial I was judging." He bowed. "I thank both of you ladies for an excellent entertainment, but I really should be leaving. My appointments secretary will have my head." He took the clothes from Cyraena's arms and started dressing.

"It was our pleasure, Senator, and please don't worry about the bill," Cyraena said. "Considering it was my error with the Asmodii venom, I'll take care of any damages."

"Not necessary, my dear." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "I'll be more than happy to pay; the two of you were more than worth it." He turned and kissed Desirée's palm. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Desirée. I hope to have the pleasure of Cyraena and your company again sometime."

She allowed herself a blush at the sensation of his lips on her knuckles. "It was my pleasure, Senator. The next time you wish to be entertained, you can simply call our office, and we will be at your disposal."

"Thank you." His full lips curled in a smile. "I shall remember that." Sliding stockinged feet into his patent-leather half boots, he bowed again to them both and left the room.

"Is there anything else, Ma'am?" Desirée asked.

"Good work, my dear." Even disheveled and covered with dried fluids, Cyraena exuded elegance and no little sexuality. "Your technique was a little rough, but we still managed to drive him wild." The female Draco gave a throaty laugh. "I have a feeling that he'll be contacting us soon for another round. You and I will need to be ready when that happens. Why don't you come here the evening after tomorrow and I'll give you a tutorial?"

"That sounds good." Desirée struggled to keep her mind clear. Cyraena was standing very close. "I'll need to check my schedu-ahhh!"

Cyraena's finger slid into her wet pussy; her thumb lightly rubbed the blonde's clit. "I'll take that as a yes," she purred. Cyraena's tongue parted Desirée's lips and brushed against her teeth."I'll see you then."

Desirée found herself outside Cyraena's door without remembering how she got there. She slumped against the wall, her stained underwear in her right hand and an aching emptiness where the Draco's finger had been. She pinched the bridge of her nose with her left hand, trying to clear her thoughts. What the hell just happened? Even with her pussy tender from the intense session they'd just had, the blonde was still craving Cyraena's touch.




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 12



She heard a throat clear. Veronica was standing in the corridor, looking at her.

"Did you have fun?" she asked.



Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 13



Exhausted by her recent ordeal, Desirée could only gape. 

Veronica shook herself. "I'm sorry. You're tired and this was a bad time." She started walking down the hall, Desirée following her.

"You're jealous," she said suddenly. "You were worried that Cyraena might take me away from you."

Veronica spun around, her face darkening. "I am-" Then she stopped, her face tightening. "Perhaps a little." She pushed the elevator call button. Within seconds, the double doors opened and the two women stepped onto the elevator. Veronica leaned against the glas-steel wall, her eyes closed.

"I'm sorry," Desirée said. She was conscious of her messy hair, the dried sweat and fluids caking her skin under her skin-tight Guild uniform. "I shouldn't have-"

The older courtesan sighed. Desirée felt the weight of gravity on her shoulders as the elevator began moving. "No. You're right. My relationship with Cyraena is . . . complicated. You know that we used to be lovers?"

This was news to Desirée but she nodded anyway.

"We were the best in our year," Veronica continued, "and we rose quickly in the Guild. Looking back at it, I suspect we both wanted to outdo the other, which was why we did so well. Even when we became lovers, there was still that edge to our relationship: we tried new techniques on one another, each trying to prove that we were the better lover." She grinned. "It was like dancing on the edge of a volcano: tense, but fun."

"So what happened?"

"The position of Guild Administrator became vacant," she answered, shaking her curly brown hair. "The funny thing is that I don't think Cyraena even wanted the position. Certainly I've never seen any aptitude towards administration in her. But when I applied, she immediately transmitted her application as well. It's like she only wanted it because I did."

Veronica sighed. "Our relationship became more . . . difficult after that. There was only room for one candidate and I think she viewed it as the ultimate test to see which one of us was the better courtesan.

"And you got the job."

"And I got the job," Veronica confirmed. "And that was the end for us. We said some horrible things to each other, and Cyraena said some even worse things to the Council. That's part of the reason why she stays here at Galos IV; she's still paying the price for all those bridges she burned."

"So this was all just another part of your competition?" Desirée found herself getting angry.

"Not on my part." Veronica took the young woman's hand. "You don't know what it's like to be the only human in the Guild. Even though I had friends, there were things I could never discuss with them, memories I could never share. It wasn't that they couldn't empathize; but they couldn't understand. But being with you has filled that void I had denied in myself for all those years. You've brought Earth back to life in me, and that's a gift I can never repay. 

"But I knew, as soon as our relationship became known, Cyraena would begin to covet you."

"So why didn't you tell me about her?" 

"Several reasons," Veronica replied. "First, I hoped she would teach you something of her skills. She really is extraordinary and she's rarely been interested in passing along her knowledge.

"And second," Veronica's eyes flickered away, "You needed to learn how rough politics can be in the Guild. You've done very well for yourself, so far and that has made you noticed. While there is a certain lip service paid to seniority in the Guild, it's not uncommon to see more junior courtesans with greater influence in the Guild than courtesans who have been there many years longer. That can cause a great deal of resentment among older Guild members and, given your rapid rise so far, it's something you'll need to be aware of as you continue as a courtesan."

Desirée frowned, hearing something in the older woman's voice. "Is there something else you want to tell me?"

Veronica looked at her, then opened and closed her mouth. "There's no easy way to say this," she finally said. "Watching you with Cyraena and Senator Vrykolakas, I realized that, as wonderful as you've been, there's simply too many centuries between us for this relationship to work. "

Desirée closed her eyes, leaning against the elevator wall. Part of her always knew this day would come but it still hurt to hear Veronica breaking up with her. 

"I'm 466 years old, Desirée," she continued, "while you haven't even lived a quarter of a century yet. Did you really think we really had a future together?"

"We never had a chance, did we?" Desirée's exhaustion, turned into anger. "What was I to you? Just something to play with?"

Veronica's eyes flashed but she kept her voice calm. "An excellent student, a good friend, and one of the finest young courtesans I've ever seen. You have an excellent future, whether you decide to stay in the Guild or choose another career. You were a wonderful lover but that's not enough for me anymore." She paused for a moment, then said, "I hope we can still be friends."

Just then the elevator door opened. "That's just fucking wonderful for me, isn't it?" Desirée snapped, storming out. Behind her, she heard a "Desirée" but then nothing. The young blonde strode down the hall towards her room , the door irising open when it registered her UTD. She flung herself onto her bed and started crying.

***

Desirée was in the shower when Ssurhuk-T'at called. The froglike alien appeared in her retinas, a projection provided by her UTD.

"Hello, Desirée." His three eyes were hard to read behind his glasses. "I am sorry to bother you, but a situation has arisen. Could you come by my office please?"

She forced her mind to think past her emotional trauma. "Could you give me 10 minutes?"

"Certainly. Ssurhuk-T'at out."

She quickly rinsed herself, then switched the shower nozzle to radiant heat in order to dry herself. As soon as she was done, she sprinted to her dresser to get some clean clothes. She forced herself only to think of what was ahead.

***

"Thank you for coming," Ssurhuk-T'at waved her to a smart chair. "Guild Courtesan Desirée Tanner, meet Inspector Jo-Burrsh of the Confederation Bureau of Investigations."

Desirée tried to control her shock as she came face-to-face with the massive Taurean. She had never truly met one of his species before, which resembled the Minotaur of Terran myth. The only time she had ever interacted with one of the creatures, it had been a construct created by the mysterious Throzaahli. 

"Can we get to the point?" Jo-Burrsh ignored her proffered hand. He appeared to be in early middle years and had the abrupt manner common to cops everywhere. He wore a form-fitting jumpsuit that showcased a formidable musculature. Unlike most veteran cops, there was very little thickening at his waist. 

"Certainly, Inspector," Ssurhuk-T'at said. "Guild Courtesan Tanner, it appears the Diplomatic Corps and the CBI were impressed with how you handled the Throzaahli Affair and they wish to use you-"

"Save the pleasantries," Jo-Burrsh growled. His brown fur was tinged with gray and lines of exhaustion cris-crossed his muzzle. "The annual Merchants' Guild dinner is happening in a week's time and we need someone to get close to the Naghra delegation. We believe they're attempting to use the Khalis IX situation to their advantage and we need someone who can get them talking. That's where you come in."

Desirée blinked. "With all due respect, Inspector, I'm not trained as a spy-"

"You're not a spy, you're a platter," he interrupted. 

"Senior Chef Kalala has put together a themed dinner for the Merchants' Guild featuring several courses served on live platters using live non-sentient beings placed in stasis. He will decorate your naked body with food and place you by the Naghra delegation. From there, you will listen, record their conversation on your UTD, and observe. You will neither speak nor try to engage them in conversation. Understood?"

"With all due respect, Inspector, if I'm not allowed to speak how can I direct the conversation?"

"As we discovered during your final exam, Naghra find your vaginal fluids irresistible," Ssurhuk-T'at replied. "Kalala learned this, and will find a way to pass the information to the Naghra. What they don't know is your precum is also an intoxicant, and we hope when they sample you, it will loosen their tongues."

"I see," Desirée said. "I can think of a few problems with this, sir. What if they decide to take a bite from me?"

"Not a problem," Jo-Burrsh said. "Naghra eat their prey whole, and you're too large for them. Your job is to look decorative, be as aroused as possible but observe them closely and record their conversation."

"But-"

"Good." He stood up. "Senior Courtesan Ssurhuk-T'at informs me your schedule is clear today. You have the rest of the day to pack, and I will expect you on Zheñor VI in three days, which is the same duration as your flight. Wear civilian garb. Here's your ticket. Good day."

He flipped a datacard on Ssurhuk-T'at's desk and stalked out, the door irising closed behind him.

"Who crapped in his cornflakes?" Desirée demanded once she and Ssurhuk-T'at were alone.

"Jo-Burrsh is a very good friend of mine," he replied mildly, but Desirée winced. "Someone murdered his partner a few days ago; he knows he's close to something but he has no idea what."

"Sorry."

"It's all right." He leaned against his desk, his three eyes blinking behind his glasses. "And how are you?"

"You heard?"

He nodded.

"What's there to say?" She faked a laugh. "I'm not the first lover she's dumped and I won't be the last."

"Veronica cares for you very much," he said. "Your relationship never had a chance, but neither of you could see it. She has always been desperately lonely. For over two centuries, she has been the only person of your race living in the Confederation. She has made a very good life here, but I always got that sense that she always felt separated from the rest of us. Now you and Kalyani are in the Guild, but she realizes that she's not only separated from the rest of humanity by space but also by time. She desperately wants some sense of connection but she doesn't know with who or what. I know you're angry with her right now and that's normal, but imagine things from her perspective. Can you do that for me?"

Desirée closed her eyes, squeezing back tears. "I'll try. But it hurts." 

"I know. This assignment may actually be a good thing, since it'll get you away from the Guildhouse. But be careful," he said. "Jo-Burrsh promised me he would try and keep you as safe as possible but there is still a strong element of risk. Jo-Burrsh is a good cop and a good man; do whatever he tells you without question. Understood?"

She tried to smile. "Yes, sir."

"Very good." He handed her the datacard. "I'd advise packing light, and please give me regular updates whenever you can."

"Will do. And thanks."

"You're welcome."

***

Yekahs Spaceport on Zheñor VI was a bustling mass filled with beings of all shapes and sizes. Spidery Yurthl and diminutive Henkith scuttled along the raised walkways so they wouldn't get stepped on by larger species while feathery Swantahl and buzzing Vzzzpatil used their wings to fly over the crowd. A sluglike J'orthl floated past on a countergrav sled and everybody gave a pride of hulking Leonorilla a wide space. As per Jo-Burrsh's instructions, Desirée wore a blue dress that set off her blonde hair. She wore nothing that might link her to the Guild.

Jo-Burrsh met her in a side tunnel past the main entrance. "You packed light? Good." He put out a large three-fingered hand, offering to take her carry-on bag. "Did you have a pleasant trip?" 

Desirée thought for a moment, then allowed him to take her bag; accepting it as the apology it clearly was.

"Very smooth, thank you," she replied. "How long have you known Senior Courtesan Ssurhuk-T'at?"

Jo-Burrsh blinked at the sudden change in conversation. "Almost 20 years, actually. I used him as an expert witness at a trial and his testimony was extremely valuable. Since then, we've crossed paths quite a bit: I was on the Asmodii file for many years and I've come to rely on his knowledge of that species. He's never entertained me-" He added hastily.

"Really?" She couldn't resist tweaking him a little. "You don't know what you're missing. He's very good."

He gave her a dirty look. "I'm sure. I gather you know from personal experience?"

"Professor Ssurhuk-T'at's skills are renowned throughout the Guild. There are some planetary governments that couldn't afford his rates."

"Which means a lowly cop is out of luck," he said dryly. "I'm sure you have personal experience with his abilities?"

"He was one of my professors at the Academy," she said serenely.

"Uh-huh," he replied. Desirée noticed how other beings unconsciously made room for him as he strode through the corridor. Massive slabs of muscle rippled under his tight gray suit. "Guild life must be one non-stop orgy."

"Just like being a cop is all high-speed chases and gunfights?" She slipped on her sunglasses as the day's glare stabbed her eyes. If anything, the spaceport was even more chaotic as travelers tried to find ground transportation or disembarked from taxis, atmosphere buses and other vehicles. 

He grinned unexpectedly, white teeth glinting under the noon sun. "Touché." Desirée wasn't sure what phrase he used but her UTD translated it into the Earth colloquialism. 

He led her towards an unmarked ground vehicle parked in a No Parking zone. A hummingbird-like Frinth dressed in a purple uniform hovered in front of the car, scanned the vehicle's license plate, preparing to write a ticket. The orange-furred alien paled when his scanner identified it as an undercover police vehicle and zipped away, looking for more promising prey.

The Taurean pressed his remote control, unlocking his car doors, and popped her bag into the trunk. He then held the front passenger door open for her, allowing her to get in.

Desirée discovered the vehicle seat was smart, quickly conforming itself to cradle her body. Jo-Burrsh slid in beside her, briefly pressing the small sensor on the dashboard against his neck so the vehicle could identify him. The electric engine purred to life.

"Ssurhuk-T'at told me about your partner," she said, taking a risk. "I'm sorry."

He showed his teeth again. "The bastards made a mistake, " he replied. Desirée found his musk heavy but not unpleasant. "Nirglath and I thought we were getting nowhere in our investigation until somebody murdered him. Now it's all a matter of asking the right questions until we figure out what we know."

"You think the Naghra are involved?"

"I know the Naghra are involved," he said. "If nothing else, Nirglath's death told me that." His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his heavily muscled forearm. He moved his head very little, conscious of the thick horns that jutted just above each ear. For a split second, she imagined herself grasping those horns as she rode his naked body, her legs wrapped around his softly furred torso. She shook her head, dispelling the unexpected fantasy. "For some reason they're trying to escalate the conflict despite the fact that the Confederation has imposed several sanctions on Kahlis IX and forbidden any interference in the system. 

"That's why we need to find a way to loosen their tongues enough to talk. Which is where you come in."

She placed his hand on his forearm. His fur was silky soft, a sharp contrast to the rock hard muscle underneath. "How can I help?"

He gave her a startled look, surprised by the sudden contact, before fixing his large brown eyes back on the road. "All you need to do is pretend to be a quiescent, non-sentient being and listen. It's a fairly large feast so there will be many others around, plus we have several agents acting as serving staff. Hold this and think of your UTD access code." He handed her a small blue box. A red light on the box began blinking.

"What does it do?"

"It programs your UTD to act as a transmitter on a whisker-beam signal that will run through the floor; it shouldn't be picked up by any spy-detection software. If the Naghra activate any privacy screens, your UTD will automatically configure to record only with no signal leakage. If your cover is blown, your code word will be 'brilliantfish.' Is that understood?"

She nodded. "'Brilliantfish,'" she repeated. She mentally gave the box in her lap her access code. The red light flashed green and she saw the download bar appear in her left retina. 

"Good. Since you're not a field agent, we've gone to great lengths to make sure this mission will be as safe as possible, but we cannot guarantee your safety. I understand you have some self-defense training?"

Desirée nodded.

"Forget you know anything. You're a dumb animal and you'll need to maintain that cover as long as possible. Here we are."

They pulled up in front of a nondescript building in a warehouse district. Jo-Burrsh opened her door and hustled her inside, looking around him as he did so. Inside the locked door was a sea of furious activity: chefs of various sizes, shapes and species hustling to prepare countless dishes. The heat and noise hit Desirée like a wave. 

Overseeing the chaos was the celebrated Senior Chef Kalala of the Food Preparers' Guild; Desirée recognized the renowned Gothuldie as a culinary expert and successful restaurateur. Walking upright, the purple rodentlike being held his six hands in front of himself much like an otter would, tasting and critiquing various dishes as he passed. Although the room looked like all hell was breaking loose, Desirée swiftly realized that he was running the giant kitchen like a master conductor, sending underlings scurrying for ingredients, ensuring all the dishes met his exacting standards and each platter was a work of art.

"Excellent," the chef said in his familiar high, squeaky voice. "Follow me please." Not waiting for an answer, he scurried through the maelstorm. Jo-Burrsh lunged after him, forcing Desirée to follow. She ducked through the whirl of activity, pulling back as a blast of flame cut her off. Once the smoke had cleared, she had to hurry to catch up with the cop and the chef as they walked through an irising door into an office. 

Once Desirée had made it through to the other room, Kalala punched a code in the wall scanner, locking the door. He slumped against the wall. "Apologies, Inspector, but I had no idea you were escorting the individual personally. Do you realize what a security risk you've created?"

"Don't worry, Chef," Jo-Burrsh soothed. "We chose this location precisely because we knew we could monitor every being and vehicle that entered and exited the area. It's perfectly safe, and I didn't want to entrust our agent with anyone else. Junior Guild Courtesan Desirée Tanner, be known to Guild Master Chef Kalala. Ms. Tanner is attached to the CBI for the duration of this investigation."

"It is a great pleasure to meet you, sir." Desirée responded as the junior participant in the introduction. She bowed, attempting the Gothuldi formality. It was difficult, considering she only had one set of arms, but she thought she carried it off fairly well.

Kalala responded with an equally lavish bow, mollified by her knowledge of his race's etiquette. "The pleasure is mine, Junior Guild Courtesan. Which House are you listed with?"

"I'm with the Galos IV House, sir."

"She's one of Veronica Franco's protegées," Jo-Burrsh added. Desirée forced herself not to react. Just hearing Veronica's name brought her pain. "Ssurhuk-T'at personally recommended her for this mission."

"Ssurhuk-T'at, hmmm?"Kalala's lowest hands signaled surprise. He was much shorter than her; his head was in line with her breasts. "Impressive. Give him my greetings when you see him again." He shivered deliciously. "He has the most delightful scent."




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 13



"I shall so so, sir." Desirée bowed again, trying not to giggle at Jo-Burrsh's poker face.

"Now remove your clothes."

"Sir?" She blinked in shock.

"Quickly, quickly." His six hands fluttered. "I must see if you're acceptable."

Mentally shrugging, she slid out of her dress, her bra and panties following. The office was relatively cool on her bare skin but she could still feel the blasts of heat emanating through the closed door. Jo-Burrsh folded his powerful arms and looked away, but Desirée caught him sneaking discreet looks here and there. She found she liked his response to her naked body; she found herself standing taller and arching her back slightly. Once again, she blessed the regular workouts that kept her in peak physical condition.

Kalala scurried around, examining her and muttering to himself: "Anapuldha would work very well here,"running his paws across her ribcage. At one point, he slid his twitching nose between her thighs and sniffed at her pussy, his whiskers tickling her folds. She fought the urge to leap back.

"How would you feel about having live animals attached to you?" he asked.

"How so?"

"I will attach several glass containers to your flesh with a water-soluble adhesive," he replied. "The Naghra feed on live mammals, so I would place small rodents in the containers. Do you have any difficulties with this?"

Desirée tried not to gulp. She had a phobia of snakes to begin with, and the idea of watching live animals being devoured horrified her. But she recognized the importance of this mission. "No, I do not," she said firmly. Jo-Burrsh nodded appreciatively; she could tell the Taurean understood what she was going through.

"Then I find her acceptable for this presentation," Kalala told the CBI agent. "I could probably flavour the human's vaginal opening with Khiloose root to make it more appealing-"

"No," Jo-Burrsh said firmly. "Guild Courtesan Tanner's vaginal juices are highly intoxicating for the Naghra and we don't want to mess with that. The success of this mission depends on it."

"I see." The master chef shrugged. "I suppose there's no accounting for taste. In which case, I can use some fascaldik leaves to enhance the flavour. Given what I know of Naghra physiology, it should make her fluids more potent."

"Let's give it a try," Jo-Burrsh's curved horns caught the light. "The only question I have, Desirée, is can you create enough vaginal fluid to entice the Naghra?"

"I might be able to assist with that," Kalala coughed uncomfortably when Jo-Burrsh stared at him. "I, ahem, found one of my assistants with a small vial of Asmodii venom. I confiscated it, naturally, but it is still in my possession. Perhaps-"

"No!" Desirée said, more firmly than she intended. Both men turned towards her, startled. 

She tried not to blush. "I-I have a high resistance to Asmodii venom, honoured sirs," she said. "Besides, I had . . . a bad experience with an Asmodii female. As an experienced courtesan, I would have no trouble creating enough fluid for your needs."

"I'm fine with that," Jo-Burrsh smiled at her. "Now give me the vial, Kalala."

"What?"

"Asmodii venom is a controlled substance under Article 11846.37 of the Confederation Criminal Code." He held out his open palm. "As a citizen, you are obligated to immediately hand over any controlled or illegal substances you might encounter to the nearest officer of the law -- that would be me," Jo-Burrsh added. "Not doing so means I will be forced to place you under immediate arrest. Do we understand one other?"

Grumbling, Kalala passed over a small vial filled with a clear, red fluid. Jo-Burrsh pulled a mini-computer from his pocket and placed the vial near the comp's sensor. After several seconds, the computer beeped.

"This is pure," the Taurean raised his eyebrows. "This must have cost you a lot." Kalala gave him a filthy look.

Smiling, Jo-Burrsh walked over to the small incinerator near Kalala's desk. He dropped the vial into the machine's open mouth. With a flash, the vial vanished. Desirée kept a blank expression when she heard Kalala's stifled whimper.

"It's for your own good," Jo-Burrsh reminded the chef. He crossed to where a massive silvery tray rested on a counter. A pale foamy material rested on top of the tray. "You will lie on this," he told Desirée. "The Smart Foam will mould itself to the contours of your body so you'll feel more comfortable. It also contains several important pieces of technology." He pushed his hand inside the foam, removing a small remote box. "This generates a mild stasis field that will keep you immobile throughout the meal. You'll be able to breathe and blink, but your facial expressions and external muscles will be frozen, assisting you in portraying a dumb animal. All the living serving trays are immobilized in this way so your lack of movement will not arouse any suspicion. 

"This box also contains a few other crucial pieces of technology." He pointed to a dimpled area on the box. "This will stop any comps from sensing your UTD. It also contains a transmitter from your UTD to the box, recording everything you see and hear throughout the dinner. In addition, it contains another transmitter, which will send all that information to my mini-comp. That way, I will hear and see everything your UTD picks up. Understood?"

"What if the Naghra figure out that I'm not what I seem?" Desirée asked.

"Several of the 'waiters' are actually low-level agents," Jo-Burrsh replied. "They have orders to step in if they see anything wrong."

"Fumble fingered idiots," Kalala sniffed. "It took forever to train them to my standards."

The Taurean gave the chef a quelling look. "At the first sign of trouble, they have orders to remove you and the tray from the dining hall. Any questions?"

"Um . . . should I go to the bathroom now, or later?"

Jo-Burrsh blinked. "Now." He pointed to a private washroom adjoining the office.

Her needs taken care of, Desirée removed her shoes and hopped up onto the tray. The Smart Foam was cold against her body as the it molded itself to her firm flesh. "Now, if you could stimulate yourself, Guild Courtesan," Kalala said, "we can begin preparing you for the banquet."

She nodded. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers lightly down her body, circling her full breasts and tweaking the nipples before sliding down to caress her pussy lips. Frowning, she tried to think of a fantasy to get her aroused. But every time she settled on a sexual fantasy, Veronica's face intruded on it. 

After what seemed like several minutes, Desirée wanted to curse in frustration. The mental image of her former lover -- and the associated pain it brought -- interrupted her thoughts and kept her from becoming aroused. Although the two males in the room hadn't made any noise, she knew the proverbial clock was ticking.

Suddenly, an image of Veronica's naked back and bottom -- covered in massage oil -- flashed in her mind. Almost immediately, a corresponding warmth spread from her hips. Sighing with resignation, Desirée allowed those images of her former lover to carry her away: the way the shower sluiced Veronica's naked body, the feel of her breasts against her lips, the taste of her pussy, the sounds she made just before she came, and the way her body writhed so invitingly as Pandora's Box invaded her most intimate places. Desirée panted as she lost herself in her memories, remembering the countless ways she and Veronica made each other wail with ecstasy.

Just in time, Desirée remembered not to let herself come. Removing her hands from her body, she opened her eyes to see the two males carefully studying the far wall. She hid a grin as she noticed the visible signs of arousal from both of them.

"I think I'm ready now," she said breathlessly. Kalala approached her, nose sniffing appreciatively.

"Mmm, yes," the chef told her, "You do have quite the arresting scent. If you'll allow me?"

He sprinkled her hips and thighs with an orange powder and rubbed into her skin. Desirée felt a mild tingle from her clitoris, making it easier to maintain her arousal. Then he liberally splashed her with fihrismat oil and rubbed it into her skin, leaving her naked body gleaming. That done, he arranged her arms and legs, her thighs wide open and arms wide with her hands behind her head, before Jo-Burssh activated the stasis field. It felt like gentle hands were holding her immobile. 

Kalala and Jo-Burrsh carried the tray into the chaos of the main kitchen. Around her, she could see several other trays with live creatures resting upon them, clearly immobilized as well. She recognized several creatures: none were sentient beings. A sous-chef artfully arranged her blonde hair and attached a number of crystal jars to her skin with a clear adhesive. The lids of each of the jars had holes in the top so that live creatures could breathe while inside. The adhesive quickly warmed against her skin, but she felt itchy. However, the stasis field prevented her from scratching.

Under Kalala's direction, several species of small animals were placed in each jar. Desirée tried not to look at them too closely; she knew the tiny squeaking creatures were going to be consumed live by the Naghra diners. She could feel the glass jars move on her skin as the animals scuttled in their new prisons.

"Get those trays to the transports!" Kalala shouted. Immediately, several sous-chefs of varying species lifted Desirée and hauled her out to a waiting transport. As her tray was placed in the transport's large cargo hold, a young Draco male caught her eye. For a brief second, he twitched his white uniform jacket, exposing a CBI gold shield attached to his belt. His pale eye closed in a brief wink. The stasis field prevented her responding, or even changing her expression.

Desirée tried not to think about her mission as the transport hummed towards its destination. Despite Jo-Burrsh's assurances and the presence of the undercover officer in the transport, she was well aware that she was extremely vulnerable should the Naghra realize penetrate her disguise. Instead, she concentrated on her arousal, trying to keep a non-stop reel of erotic images going through her mind. Although the images of Veronica naked and writhing caused her pain, they were still highly erotic. Strangely enough, her potentially deadly encounters with Tal Jin were also effective at keeping her aroused.

The transport stopped, then reversed direction. Desirée caught a glimpse of a loading bay, then several sets of hands lifted her out and carried her down a service tunnel. She could only stare up at the neutral-coloured ceiling, watching the pipes and lighting fixtures as she passed. Out of the corner of her eye, she could still see the Draco undercover cop; he had deliberately positioned himself so he was visible to her. She could hear the bellow of voices in many different languages, shouting orders and curses. 

One last stop in another kitchen so Kalala could perform final preparations and garnish for each platter. He bustled around her, pretending he didn't know her, placing various sprigs and pasting gold leaf to her limbs. At one point, he sprinkled a saffron-coloured powder on and around her breasts. It caused a pleasant tingling that helped maintain her arousal. An assistant fixed a string of lights around the edge of the platter that gave off an iridescent glow. 

"Get those platters out now!" Kalala yelled, seemingly in her ear. She would have winced if she could. Four waiters gripped her platter, lifting it up. Once again, she spotted the young Draco holding it near her head; he was clearly there to keep an eye on her.

A fanfare blared from hidden speakers as she, along with many other platters, was carried into the ballroom. The room's lights were extinguished so all she could see was the glow from the platters. Over the fanfare, she heard appreciative murmurs from the invisible diners. She was carried to an area towards the far end, close to the raised dais. The waiters then deposited her in the middle of a table; she saw various Naghra staring at her appreciatively.

"Bon appetit," one waiter said (that's what it sounded like through her UTD), stepping back from the table.

"What will Kalala think of next?" an older Naghra chuckled as he lifted the lid off one of the glass jars. The tiny creature inside squealed, scuttling around its prison to avoid capture. No use: Desirée heard a sick crunch as the Naghra raised the struggling creature over his head, then dropped the snack into his mouth. His strong neck muscles convulsed, crushing the creature. 

"A most unusual presentation, indeed, Honoured Shhirikkh." A second Naghra captured and consumed another wriggling snack. In order of seniority, the other Naghra removed other creatures and ate them. Desirée silently thanked the stasis field; she didn't think she would have been able to hide her horror as the little creatures died. Seeing the Naghras' fangs as they dropped their live dinners into their maws forcibly reminded her of the danger of her mission. Despite (or perhaps because of) the danger, she could feel her body still tingling with arousal. She forced herself to breathe normally.

She felt a tongue lapping at her pussy. Despite the carnage going on around her, she felt herself responding to the liquid caress. Her eyes fluttered closed for several seconds. The forked tongue slid around her soft folds, occasionally tickling her clit. She gasped on an intaken breath.

"What do you think you're doing?" Shhirikkh demanded of his underling who was licking Desirée's intimate flesh.

"You should try it, Honoured sir." The younger Naghra licked his lips. "One of the waiters told me this female creature's juices are quite a delicacy. It's delicious."

"Really?" Shhirikkh walked towards Desirée's spread legs. The other Naghra made room for him. "Interesting." He took a seat at the foot of the table and leaned between her thighs. Once again, she felt that familiar licking. Sometimes his forked tongue would flick her clit and her breath would catch, her arousal clicking up a tiny notch. She stared up at the ceiling, feeling her body react to the unintended cunnilingus. The other Naghra crowded around the foot of the table, interested in this new experience.

"Indeed." Shhirikkh tasted her again. She could feel his tongue almost brush her clit before withdrawing. Arousal and frustration pooled in her belly. "Most extraordinary." He sampled her more extensively, his tongue roamed over and around her folds. Her arousal reached another level. She could feel her first orgasm beckoning. "It appears you're correct, Schorrruk." He chuckled, a dry, dusty sound. "Quite delicious." He stood up, swayed slightly. "Be careful, gentlemen. Its juices are somewhat intoxicating." He swayed again and giggled. "Quite intoxicating, in fact."

Shhirikkh's departure from Desirée's thighs was permission for the others to sample her pussy. They crowded around, their pecking order clear in the way they lined up to try this new treat. Once again, the sensation of multiple tongues invading her intimate flesh sent her inching up the steps of desire. The tongues sliding around her soft folds, sampling her furiously lubricating pussy brought on her first incidental orgasm. The stasis field prevented her hips from bucking, making her pleasure totally dependent on the indifferent reptiles sampling her juices. Desirée stared up at the ceiling, eyeing a darker patch in the red paint that reminded her of the African continent as her ragged breathing slowed down. Despite the tongues invading her flesh, she felt a sudden pang of homesickness.

"Delicious," one of the Naghra said, licking his lips. "I wonder if the rest of it is as delicious as its fluids?"

Once again, Desirée blessed the stasis field when she heard that comment. Otherwise, she might have flinched and blown her cover.

"You could try forcing it down your gullet," another guffawed. "Your mouth is big enough that it just might fit!" The other Naghra laughed.

This didn't help. Desirée concentrated on being just another dumb creature. 

"If you eat the creature, you'll be useless to us for the next eighteen months," Shhirikkh's grin was sloppy. "Besides, leave some for the rest of us."

The other Naghra returned to slurping her juices. Desirée allowed herself to breathe easier, but tried not to gasp when she inched up the slow climb of desire.

"This creature's juices pack quite a kick," the oldest Naghra in the delegation giggled, swaying on his feet. "We should be careful."

"Indeed," Shhirikkh tapped his noseslit, and nearly impaled his finger on one of his fangs in the process. "Schorrruk, activate the privacy screen."

"Yes, honoured sir." The most junior Naghra pulled out a remote and punched the screen. Desirée felt the electronic sizzle as the field activated. Desirée felt her UTD switch from sending to pure recording.

"Honoured sir, I'm picking up a jammer in our immediate vicinity," the young Naghra peered closely at his screen. "It's very close, sir."

His gaze swept over the tray, and Desirée trapped on it. She tried not to tense, to pretend everything was normal. Luckily, the tongues lapping at her sex sent her onto the slow climb to her next orgasm. 

"We're not the only ones with a privacy screen, Schorrruk," Shhirikkh slurred. Desirée could see other tables obscured by their own electronic interference. 

"But, sir, my scanner won't be able to tell if this creature has a UTD." 

"Bah!" Shhirikkh waved his hand, nearly throwing himself off balance. The other Naghra were becoming increasingly intoxicated as they sampled Desirée's snatch. "Look at the creature! It clearly stupider than a sshmolix so how could it use a UTD?"

Despite her danger, and the constant stimulation at her pussy, Desirée felt herself reddening at the insult. She willed herself to calm down, play dumb. Her survival depended on the reptilian creatures thinking she was just another stupid animal, used to spice up their dinner tray. 

"Yes, sir." To her relief, Schorrruk put away his scanner and joined the crowd between her thighs In between lapping at her pussy, the Naghra crunched more of the creatures from the glass jars stuck to her flesh. Desirée tried not to think about the implications of that; she silently resolved to have a thorough shower once she was done here.

"That's enough." Shhirikkh slumped into his chair, the seat immediately conforming to his frame. "Stop feeding at the creature. Otherwise we won't be able to talk." The other Naghra immediately collapsed into their chairs. Desirée, close to her second orgasm, tried not to whine at the sudden loss of sensation at her clit.

"Are you sure a discussion here is wise, honoured sir?" Schorrruk tried again. "I can't guarantee our --"

"Enough," Shhirikkh ordered. Desirée silently blessed the Naghra's drunken complacency. "This is our only chance to communicate, and the screen should suffice. What word from the Kahlis System?"

Once again, Desirée tried not to tense, to keep herself disinterested in the discussion occurring around her. They had wasted no time getting to the point.

"We've sent the latest shipment of weapons to General Xerkis and received our usual fee," Schorrruk said. He shivered, something Desirée thought the Naghra were incapable of doing. "Are you sure we wish to continue dealing with the General? He's become more and more erratic."

"Did he do anything to you?" one of the older Naghra asked shrewdly.

"He attempted to alter the deal at the last second," Schorrruk took a deep breath; the memory clearly still terrified him.. "He had his guards hang me out of a 74th story window when I informed him our contract was non-negotiable." 

"Obviously you're still alive and we received our agreed fee," Shhirikkh replied. "How did you accomplish this?"




Intergalactic Courtesan Ch. 13



"I told him we were working on a new process to increase the potency of Fikhylthan," Schorrruk admitted. He brushed his rank sash. "He seemed most intrigued by the idea."

Desirée had heard rumours that the Kahlis IX despot was addicted to the drug, similar to Earth's cocaine. Apparently they were true. The other Naghra chuckled apreciatively.

"And that is why we deal with General Xerkis," Shhirikkh leaned back in his chair. "Addicts are so tractable once you find their weakness. Is there any way we can develop such a process?"

"Trafficking in illegal narcotics carries harsh penalties," the oldest Naghra observed. "I understood our Queen had decided that catering to the General's addiction carried too many unacceptable risks."

"That was then. This is now," Shhirikkh said. "No blame rests on you, Schorruk. Your life was in danger and you did what you had to do to survive. Nevertheless, I see several ways we can profit from this situation."

"But our orders --" the eldest Naghra said.

"Our orders are to keep the Kahlis System destabilized so we can extract the maximum profit, Shallakh," Shhirikkh snapped. "This is why you're supplying the rebels and Schorruk is negotiating with General Kahlis. This instability increases our profits, and whoever eventually wins the conflict will offer us favourable trading status no matter what. Either way, the Kahlis System will be in our Queen's back pocket. Besides, there's no need to get our hands dirty, if we use the usual cut-outs. Do you have your usual team ready, Kallasss?"

"Wait, you were planning all of this?" Shallakh was horrified. As for Desirée, she was desperately trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. She glued her eyes to the ceiling, knowing her UTD was recording the conversation, hoping Schorrruk wouldn't suddenly have the urge to play with his minicomp again.

Shhirikkh snorted. "Of course. I suspected we'd need another hold on the good General right from the beginning."

Kallasss bowed. "My team is prepped and in position, honoured sir. They've coincidentally procured some Fikhylthan so they're ready to go. They naturally have no idea who is bankrolling their operation."

"You provided them with the drug?"

"No, honoured Shallakh," Kallasss bowed again. "They found a supply without any assistance from us. All we need do is assist them with the refining and put them in touch with the good General."

Excellent," Shhirikkh said. "I need not remind you that anyone who discusses strategy with anyone outside of this group will be . . . dealt with." He looked pointedly at Shallakh. The gray-skinned alien bowed, his face pale. "Speaking of 'dealt with,' has our Inspector Jo-Burrsh taken the bait we offered him?"

"It is difficult to say, honoured sir," another Naghra said. "We successfully neutralized his partner so his judgement should be properly clouded. But it's too early to tell whether or not he's taken our bait. Our observers recently spotted him on Galos IV, visiting the Courtesans' Guild."

Desirée held her breath, once again grateful the stasis field froze her facial expressions. If the Naghra knew who ran the Galos IV Guild house and her species . . .

"Interesting," Shhirikkh said. "And on a police officer's salary?" He chuckled. "It appears our incorruptible detective may not be as incorruptible as we initially believed. This bears looking into. Who did he meet there? Was it the Guild administrator?"

"No, honoured sir. He met with Senior Courtesan Ssurhuk-T'at and possibly another. We haven't discovered who. The Courtesans' Guild security is difficult to penetrate."

"Not surprising, considering the caliber of those who utilize their services," Shhirikkh said. "Nevertheless, even the fact that the incomparable Jo-Burrsh visited the Guild could be used against him. See what further information we can unearth." The Naghra bowed.

"Any further reports?" Shhirikkh eyed his team. "Excellent. I see some of the other tables are lowering their screens so we should do the same. It will also give our waiters time to bring us the dessert course." He belched. Desirée could tell he was still intoxicated from sampling her pussy. "You know what to do, Schorruk." 

The junior Naghra pulled out his minicomp and deactivated the privacy screen. Just in time, Desirée remembered to tell her UTD not to start broadcasting. Schorruk's minicomp would notice the signal, blowing her cover.

The screen came down, and several waiters surrounded the table, cleaning up the mess. Desirée was caught between relief that she was no longer alone with the treacherous reptiles, and irritation that she hadn't received the orgasm she so desperately craved.

A group of waiters lifted the tray. Once again, the young Draco was close to her head. They carried her away from the table, Desirée relaxing from the sudden release of a tension she didn't realize she was under.

"Should you have any information to download, Guild Courtesan Tanner," the Draco whispered in her ear, "it should be safe to do so now."

***

Desirée unpacked her bag, hunting for her toiletry kit. Jo-Burrsh had taken her to a safe house well away from either Kalala's kitchen or banquet hall. The combination of nervousness, the putty holding the glass jars on her flesh and Naghra saliva coating her pussy and thighs made her feel disgusting. She was looking forward to a long, relaxing shower, an extended bout of masturbation, and then a good night's sleep. Interstellar lag was a pain to recover, and she was feeling like she'd just been put through the wringer. It didn't help that she hadn't had a chance to relieve the tension of her interrupted orgasm.

Just as she wrapped her red-and-gold simi-silk robe around her naked body, her door chimed. She groaned in frustration, knowing the sound couldn't carry through the walls.

She checked the door's optic pickup: it was Jo-Burrsh. "Enter," she called; the door responded to her voice.

The door irised open and Jo-Burrsh entered. Despite the fact that the massive Taurean looked like she felt, he was grinning.

"Thank you once again, Ms. Tanner." He ordered a stein of Ybarran beer from the food dispenser before he collapsed onto a smart chair. "You have no idea how much valuable information you provided me . . . I mean, us."

"I suspect I do," she replied more tartly than she intended. "Did you get the information about your partner?"

Jo-Burrsh took a long pull from his stein before he nodded. "I suspected as much, but that conversation confirmed it. Those bastards aren't nearly as smart as they think they are." He bared his teeth. "Ambassador Shhirikkh and his cabal have confessed to murdering a peace officer, treason and conspiracy to commit an indictable offense at the very least. I'm sure both General Xerkis and the Kahlis IX rebels will be very interested in knowing how he's are playing them. It won't defuse the situation, but both sides will pick their friends more carefully from now on." He sighed. "It's a start."

"You do realize that, once the Naghra get a visual of who runs the Galos IV Guild house, they'll quickly know they've been played," she said. "Have you taken the necessary steps?"

Jo-Burrsh nodded. "The recording has been downloaded to the CBI Net plus that of local law forces, and Varney -- the Draco who was your backup -- has a copy. You'll stay here tonight and tomorrow I've chartered a private transport that will take us back to Galos IV. We shall get a police escort to and from the freighter. There's nothing to worry about."

He was silent for several seconds, his eyes closed. Desirée wondered if he had fallen asleep.

"Anything else?" she asked loudly. She desperately wanted that shower and . . . other things.

"Ah!" The beer nearly sloshed out of its stein; he had been asleep. "Um . . ." he frowned, trying to think.

"I'd like to have a shower," she said tartly. "Unless you'd care to join me." The offer came out more seriously than she intended.

Jo-Burrsh chuckled, rubbing his eyes. "I couldn't afford your rates, Ms. Tanner," he said. "Besides . . ." Too late, she noticed the wedding collar around his neck.

"My husband would skin me alive if I ever dallied with another being and, frankly, I'd probably let him," he said. "I'm hoping to get a desk job once this case is wrapped up. This job takes me away from him and the kids far too often for our liking." He sighed. "The curse of being too good at your job."

"How long have you been married?"

"Ten years," he smiled, exhausted. "We've tubed three wonderful children together. He been incredibly understanding, but he's been asking me to get a job closer to home for a while now."

"Good luck with that," Desirée said, meaning it.

"Thank you." He stood up, and walked towards the door. "You'll be interested to know that Chef Kalala found you, and your scents, very intriguing. For now, I forbade any further contact between you in the interests of operational security, but he said he'd like to call upon you in your official capacity at some point. Is that agreeable to you?"

Desirée smiled despite her frustration. "Tell him I'd be more than happy to entertain him sometime. It would be best if he arranged a visit through Ssurhuk-T'at on Galos IV."

"I will," Jo-Burrsh promised. The door irised open and he stepped through. "Another agent will escort you to a private airport in the morning. I'll be on the transport, but it's best if we're not seen together for the next little while."

"Understood."

"Great." Jo-Burrsh stepped through but then leaned back into the room, arresting the closing door. "Thank you very much for your help, Guild Courtesan Tanner, and . . ." He grinned. "If I weren't married, was attracted to females and could afford your rates, I would love to have you entertain me."

Desirée laughed. "Thank you for the flattery, Inspector. Good night."

"Good night." The door irised closed. Desirée sighed, locking it. Her gown puddled around her ankles as she grabbed her toiletry bag. Hopefully this shower had a hand-held nozzle . . .

***

Desirée lounged in her cabin, watching the multi-coloured streaks of light flash by as the small transport hummed through interstellar space. The latest headlines from a news site flickered in her right retina; she mentally bookmarked articles on the latest round of economic negotiations with the Camrhil System, plus a favourable review of a-Rym's latest multi-media presentation from the respected art critic Hmylpthk. Desirée never forgot that courtesans were supposed to be informed of current events, since their conversational abilities were as crucial as their sexual techniques.

She frowned when she felt a sudden deceleration. It would be at least another day before the ship entered the Galos System; there was no reason for the ship to be shifting out of hyperspace so early. She checked her UTD: the computer obediently began comparing the ship's location to known star charts as the streaks of lights slowed to the glow of normal space.

Desirée paled when the display flashed in her retinas. She immediately commed Jo-Burrsh.

"Inspector!" she said when he appeared in her retinas. "We're stopping in the Kahlis System!" She fought to keep hysteria out of her voice.

"What?" He had been sleeping; he shook his horned head to force himself awake. She could see him get a faraway stare as he consulted his own UTD. "I'll check with the crew, and find out what's going on."

"You don't understand!" she said. "It's not safe for me to be in this system. Courtesans have no legal rights here-" The ship shuddered, the inertial compensators kicking in to cover the sudden loss of acceleration.

"Don't worry," he soothed. "Officially, you're a temporary member of the Diplomatic Corps. As long as you stay in your cabin and you're not wearing Guild colours, you should be fine. Stay where you are and-"

His signal cut out. Desirée blinked in shock; this was the first time a call between UTD's had ever failed this way. She didn't bother trying to reconnect, she just launched herself towards the door, trying to hit the lock switch. 

The door irised open. Several guards in powered armour entered the cabin, their rifles at the ready.

"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded as the soldiers forced her back. She noticed they wore the shoulder flashes of Kahlis IX Marines.

"My name is Desirée Tanner of the Confederation Diplomatic Corps," she announced, remembering her classes in interstellar law. "Unlawfully detaining a diplomat without access to a lawyer is an infraction of-"

The row of armoured Marines opened up to show a frighteningly familiar figure wearing the uniform of a general in the Kahlis IX military. His brown-furred face was stretched in a maniacal grin; his pupils were mere slits and blood-shot, sure signs of a Fikhylthan addict.

A furred paw across her left cheek sent her sprawling across the room. Luckily his claws were sheathed. 

"Whores have no rights," announced General Xerkis.

(to be continued . . .)