Chapter One
Kait
“THANKS, SHASI, I owe you one,” Kait said gratefully to the lovely Xaneran dancer.
Shasi blushed, her cerulean-blue skin turning a shade of mauve around her cheeks. “We’re all even, Kait,” said Shasi softly. “Your story on slum apartments made my landlord finally fix the place up.”
“You’re sure this is the guy? I’d rather not do this more than once,” Kait persisted.
Shasi gave her a little grin and nodded. “He’s the one. He takes girls to a private room for ‘extras’ and pays them in counterfeit bills. Benny the barman finally ID’d him from facial recognition on the security cams. We were gonna get Crow to bounce him tonight, but then I remembered your request, so…”
“How do I look?” asked Kait, a little nervously. She had been a dancer long ago, long before becoming a reporter, but she had never stripped. She was wearing glittering booty shorts that came halfway up her bottom, a pair of killer heels, and a sparkly halter top that left nothing to the imagination.
Shasi laughed. “Benny already said you could pull shifts on the main stage, if you want,” she teased.
“Thanks, but no thanks,” Kait laughed. She really liked Shasi, whom she found to be a very genuine and kind person. “Okay, hon, wish me luck.”
“You’ll knock his socks off,” said Shasi.
Kait strode confidently towards the man Shasi had pointed out. His name was Colin Turner, and he worked in the finance division of the planet’s most famous institution, the Pleasure House of Tarma. His bad habit of passing funny money was going to be her “in” to the notoriously secretive House.
Kait paused for a moment to lift the heart-shaped pendant she always wore—a childhood gift from Talia—and kiss it. “Closer, dear sister,” she murmured. “One step closer. We’ll find the bastard who murdered you.” She took a deep breath, put on a plastic smile, and sashayed over to her mark’s table.What a shithole this place is.Who the hell goes looking for loving in a dive like this joint?Still, I should be glad this guy does. Time for a glittery tit show…
In less than a minute, her mark had asked for a private dance, and he was going to get it. Kait led him back to a private booth, a glint in his eye she didn’t like.I hope this works because I doubt I’ll get a second chance. Hopefully this guy thinks with his dick.
“What do you need, baby?” Kait purred, moving to straddle the sitting mark, trailing the fingers of one hand down his arm.Muscles. She gyrated her hips, grinding down onto his groin, feeling his hardness.Okay, that’s a good sign. So what’s this guy looking for?
Kait leaned forward to brush her breasts against his chest. As she did so, he put his mouth to her ear and whispered, “How much to put it in your mouth?” Inwardly, she was relieved.So, that’s it. Her smile never broke as she straightened and said, “Oh my, baby! That’s very naughty.” She traced her lips with a finger. “Let’s talk about it when the song is done.” The mark smiled happily.
Kait undressed in front of him, slowly undulating and twisting to think about how to handle things.Come on, Kait. You knew this is what it was going to take.The song ended, and she sat beside him in the booth, leaning against him and fluttering her eyelashes.
“So, big spender,” she said teasingly. “What’s it worth to you?”
The mark’s smile grew broader. “Let’s say two hundred credits, and I get to finish on your face.”
Kait didn’t let her smile fade but pulled back from him and put a reproving hand on his chest. “Honey, I don’t even give a handy for two hundred.”Let’s see how he deals with that. You don’t want to lose him, but who the hell would believe a two hundred credit blow job?
The mark smiled. “Five hundred.”
A haggler? I’ll teach you to bargain shop.“Six,” she responded sweetly.
“Done,” he said.
What an asshole. It’s not as if it’s real money.
“Money on the table, baby,” she said sweetly, watching him stack the bills as she made herself comfortable on her knees in front of him.That’s it, pal. The mark sighed happily and leaned back, spreading his legs. Kait leaned forward, a coquettish little smile on her face, as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. His cock bulged against his underwear. She tugged gently on the band of his boxers, and his substantial rod sprung free.
“Oh, daddy,” she said, smiling up at him, “look what you brought me!” What the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound. And, in fairness to Mr. Colin Turner, that was a pretty decent cock.
The mark grinned, his eyes glinting, as he grabbed and pulled at her ponytail.
Not the hair! she thought but didn’t break character. She widened her eyes and locked gazes with him as she used her lips to graze the head of his cock. Then she straightened and slowly ran her tongue across her top and bottom lip.Hold on tight, pal.She leaned forward and took his full length at once, deep throating him.
He gasped, and his hands clenched convulsively.
“Oh, daddy, it tastes so good!” she slurped at him, mouth full of his cock. The mark was making small, involuntary noises. Kait got herself into the zone, methodically bobbing up and down.That’s enough for you, buddy. Time to seal the deal.
Sure enough, she had worked her magic, and she could feel his orgasm build. Just as he was about to erupt, she pulled away, but he held the back of her head and kept her close. She just had enough time to close her eyes before he came all over her face, his warm essence dripping down her.
