Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Lexi swallowed hard. Great—an alien BDSM emporium. Just what I needed to see today. At least she was glad Dr. Brandt wasn’t here with her—this display might give him some new ideas on how to “stimulate her nectar production.” Just thinking of that made her blush harder.
She walked on but everywhere she looked, the goods grew more ominous and overtly sexual. A merchant displayed a rack of long, needle-thin instruments that gleamed under the torchlight. He was explaining in a low, pleased voice to a customer that they could pierce “just beneath the nipple for maximum nectar yield.”
Another offered belts designed with rigid rods built in—meant to keep a woman spread open while she was “milked from both ends,” judging by the lurid sketch on the sales banner.
Lexi’s stomach twisted. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly feeling horribly exposed. The green top she wore, the one she’d been so relieved to find, seemed to glow like a neon sign under the dim lights. She really needed to get out of this section of the market.
And that’s when she noticed something strange about the other women she saw around her.
All of them, without exception, were wearing green breast coverings. Dark emerald…pale mint…lime…jade. And the men in this part of the market were staring at them with open, hungry interest.
Lexi’s unease sharpened into dread. What was going on here? It felt wrong—dangerous somehow. She needed to get away.
But before she could turn back the way she’d come, a tall Terian man stepped directly into her path. His skin was deep violet, his four eyes gleaming like polished stones. His smile was slow and predatory as he looked her up and down.
“Well, well, aren’t you a pretty little thing,” he murmured. “How much?”
Lexi blinked.
“I—I’m sorry, what?”
“How much to have you, little off-worlder?” His gaze swept over her chest, lingering in a way that made her nipples feel tight and conspicuous. “You may only have two breasts, but they’re luscious enough to be tempting. Drinking nectar from an off-worlder would be a unique experience. So—how much coin to let me fuck you until you squirt?”
Lexi stared at him in disbelief—she had never been propositioned like this before. For a minute, she couldn’t even speak. But then she found her words.
“Excuse me? Are you asking to buy me? Because the answer is ‘no—absolutely not.”
The Terian man tilted his head, studying her with mild confusion.
“But…I’m offering to pay.”
“I am not for sale!” she snapped, hugging herself tighter.
He pointed directly at her chest.
“Then why are you wearing that?”
“What are you talking about?” Lexi demanded. “Wearing what? I’m dressed like every other woman here!”
“Yes, I know.” He gave her a pitying look, like she was slow. “You’re dressed like a whore.”
Her cheeks burned.
“I am not!”
But then a movement caught her eye. Just a few feet away, another woman in a green top stood at a stall with a Terian man. Lexi froze, straining to hear as their conversation drifted over.
“…three volents for a suck,” the woman was saying briskly, her voice edged with a purr. “Five if you want me on my back. Seven if you want me bent over. Ten for both holes, and nectar enough to drink with it.”
The man grunted, countering with another figure. The woman chuckled, sliding her hands up her breasts. With a practiced flick, she tugged down her green covering, baring four heavy purple breasts tipped with dark nipples.
“See these?” she murmured, tweaking one between her fingers until a bead of golden nectar welled up. She offered it to the man on her fingertip. He sucked it off with a groan, his eyes darkening.
“Fifteen if you want me to let you drink while you fuck me,” she whispered, guiding his hand to squeeze one breast. “Twenty if you want me to milk myself while you pound my cunt from behind.”
Lexi’s stomach lurched. The prospective customer was openly mauling the Terian prostitute’s breasts while she rattled off her menu of services like she was selling hot dogs at a baseball game.
“Oh my God,” Lexi whispered, horrified. It all clicked at once. The vendor’s strange look and the way he’d been surprised at her choice, saying he’d thought she was “respectable…” the women wearing green clothing…the Terian man approaching her, asking “how much?”
Green is the color of prostitution here! She realized. I’ve been walking around the market in the alien hooker uniform!
Her hands flew to the ties, yanking the covering off. She clutched it in one fist, panicked to be rid of it.
The man in front of her smiled wider. “That’s better,” he said approvingly. “Now you’re ready.” He seized her arm in a bruising grip. “Come. We’ll find somewhere private.”
Lexi’s heart slammed into her throat.
“No—that wasn’t why I took my top off! Let me go! I’m not what you think I am!” She tried to wrench free, but his fingers were like iron.