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Nillson glared over his shoulder at Paige. She got the message—stay away.
Just as she thought she had saved herself any further embarrassment, the senator, undeterred by Nillson’s hastiness, smiled straight at her. Staggering backwards, she clutched her bag to her chest, trying to smother the thumping in her chest.
He nodded, like a small bow, then turned and left the empty room.
Paige slumped into a nearby seat. With luck, that would be it. Nillson wouldn’t say a thing about the tiny gesture of recognition—he had his public reputation to maintain. The senator would finish his visit and go back to his home world Halos. Nobody needed to know that the first time he’d clapped eyes on her wasn’t in the lecture theater, but a different arena.
But why had he been there? What possible diplomatic advantage could be gained from an alien senator visiting that place?
She rose, and cupped an ass cheek through her pants, feeling a residue of heat. She relaxed. Fuck it. So he’d seen her in her panties, bent over and being spanked, did it matter?
Chapter Two
The previous day
The mayor dashed Jamen’s hope of retiring early to his hotel suite. The evening’s entertainment involved an extra item that Nillson had added to the original agenda: a visit to an establishment he recommended.
“Your kind of place, Senator,” Nillson declared when they finished the evening meal at his residence.
The house sprawled in all directions, rather like Nillson and his portly belly. His face, however, was surprisingly thin and his eyes close together.
“In what way?” Jamen asked.
Nillson winked. “You’ll see.”
Jamen gritted his teeth. One more week in New Phoenix and his tour of Earth’s key administrative cities was finished. He had learned a great deal and was sure his final r
eport would impress the emperor, but Jamen was tired of human politics and attending cultural events. Tonight was promising to be another such occasion.
The street they drove along was dark and poorly lit. Jamen frowned but kept his face hidden in the shadows of the vehicle.
“It’s called the Bow and Tie,” Nillson revealed as they left the car and approached the black door of a windowless building. Before they reached it, the door swung open automatically.
The lights were fixed into the floor and barely illuminated the murky entrance. A man emerged from somewhere and greeted the mayor by name.
“I’ve a special guest.” Nillson cocked his head at Jamen. “Don’t want any trace of him having visited, okay?” He tapped his nose.
The next door took them straight into the heart of the private venue. A gathering of people, mainly young, but not entirely—an elderly gentleman brushed past Jamen, swinging what looked like a thin stick in his hand. The men wore bow ties; a clothing accessory Nillson had insisted Jamen used. It wasn’t comfortable. The women wore remarkably little: bare arms, short skirts, or skintight tubes on their legs. A hubbub of voices, male and female, tussled to be heard without actually raising themselves above whispers. There was a distinctive set of sounds filtering through the hum. A whoosh, then snap, followed by a yelp or a squeal.
Nillson, grinning, strutted by people and shook a few hands.
“What is this place?” Jamen said impatiently. He was tired of the mayor’s games.
A sea of people parted to expose a low dais and on it, a bent figure of a slender, pale woman, whose head dangled somewhere on the other side of a bench as she presented her bottom to the rest of the room. A strip of fabric hid her sex, but otherwise she was nude. Crisscrossing her ass were thin welts, none of which had broken her skin, but they seemed under the lights to be vivid and real.
He turned to the mayor. “You’ve brought me to a punishment block?” A secret one, because Earthlings shunned physical punishments.
Nillson laughed. Jamen thought his response disrespectful and pivoted on his heel, ready to leave.
“No, wait. We don’t have those kinds of punishments, not like you Vendu. No, no. This is for fun.”
“Fun?” Behind him came the swooshing noise and squawk.
“Yes, like your, now what do you call them, Voltas?”
Jamen faced the dais again. The female human wriggled her splendid bottom in a tempting fashion and whimpered. To one side stood a tall black-clad female wielding a rod.
“How naughty have you been, Paige?” the older woman demanded haughtily.
