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The Plasian’s long-fingered hand wrapped around Michaela’s. The grip was firm for such a willowy creature. Like the rest of her species, Israla was a tall, slender humanoid. Her flawless skin was bronze. Her hair, instead of the usual olive color of the residents of Plasius, had been dyed in gold and silver hues. Her eyes looked made of black marble with gray and white veins running through them. She was regal and stunning. With her famed appetite for young men of all species, no one would ever suspect Israla was old enough to be Michaela’s great-great-grandmother.
Michaela’s mind was not on her hostess and savior’s age or sexuality. It was on the hopes and fears of what lay ahead. Even with the calming influence of leshella, she knew the awfulness ahead of her.
Her voice seemed to float from her mouth, which made her want to giggle. “You said this is an important clan?”
Israla could be aloof with many people, but she always treated Michaela with the greatest kindness, like an adored younger sister. Her smile bright, the Plasian said, “Dramok Korkla is the personal aide of Crown Prince Clajak of Kalquor. Korkla’s Imdiko is a top psychologist and his Nobek is part of the empire’s Global Security force. They have great rank.”
Michaela tittered, the frothy effervescence of the drink in her system coming out in that breathless trill “There’s a psychologist in the clan. He’ll have his hands full with me, won’t he?”
Her next thought stopped her dead in her tracks. The sudden halt yanked Israla backwards for a momentary lack of grace. The Plasian gasped, then straightened and looked at Michaela with serene composure, as if nothing had happened.
Michaela asked, “If this clan is so important, why are they seeing me? Why aren’t they meeting with Jessica who is—normal?”
Israla started to frown and stopped herself. Michaela had noticed her hostess was militant against anything that might mar her seemingly ageless beauty.
The Plasian’s tone managed to be both exasperated and reassuring. “You’re the one they want, Michaela. Your unique circumstances are entrancing for the Kalquorians.”
“That can’t be. No one would want a freak.” Michaela was assured a mistake had been made, or Israla had bribed the clan into meeting with her.
Israla shook a finger at her. “If you say that horrid word one more time, I’ll be cross with you, young lady. I’ll tell Nobek Raxstad you need to be disciplined. Trust me, Kalquorian men are effective when it comes to punishing naughty girls. They’re happy to spank a bare bottom.”
She followed up that nugget of information with a girlish titter. Then she turned and resumed her course down the hall, dragging Michaela along.
Michaela didn’t know which shocked her more: the idea that the alien men might like to spank her or that Israla liked being spanked. After all, the Plasian Saucin was the most powerful female Michaela had ever met. She gave orders with the ease that most breathed air.
To be spanked by a man...what would that be like? Israla had a look on her face that told Michaela the Plasian regarded such as more reward than punishment.
Michaela thought about it, her leshella-soaked brain giving the issue a warm tinge. She thought of lying across the big muscled thighs of one of the Kalquorians she’d danced for earlier tonight, her ass bare. Of a large calloused paw rising above her vulnerable flesh. Of it coming down, moving fast towards her waiting buttocks...
Before she could finish the fantasy, Israla halted her before one of the doors in the guest wing. She peered closely at Michaela. “Let me have a look at you. Good, no sign of crying. You look beautiful.”
A stab of fear broke through the hazy intoxication that kept Michaela feeling safe. She sucked in her lower lip. “Do I? I don’t look—wrong?”
Israla grabbed her shoulders, reminding Michaela of how broad they were. Too broad for a woman, though her frilly blue blouse was cut to minimize the look.
The Plasian spoke firmly. “Michaela, Clan Korkla knows what you are. These men are excited to meet you and have the opportunity to court you for their clan. Stop thinking like an Earther. This is the rest of the universe, and you aren’t an oddity.”
Not an oddity. If only that were true.
Michaela said, “I’m different from the rest of my species.”
“Which makes you all the more a treasure,” Israla insisted. “Let’s see your smile.”
Michaela put it on dutifully. She adored Israla and had never been able to refuse the Plasian anything except sex. Michaela wasn’t attracted to females.
As hard as she tried to smile for the Saucin, the uplifted position of the corners of her mouth felt fake. Still, she put her best effort into it.
It managed to satisfy Israla, who turned from her to rap on the door. Michaela felt as though she waited for her doom.
Could someone like her really find men who would accept a freak? Was it possible they could love her? No. That was a fairy tale, the dream kept in the deepest corners of her heart. It would never be real.
Time ran out for her to turn tail and run. The door slid open and the shadow of a huge man fell over Michaela.
The big man spoke in a voice much softer than she’d expected from a giant Kalquorian who stood nearly a foot taller than her. As he bowed, he said, “Good evening, Saucin Israla.”
Two more men stood behind him, and Michaela goggled at them. They were also giants. One bulged with so much muscle, she couldn’t help but stare.
She recognized them from the belly dancing exhibit she’d put on with her friend Jessica only an hour earlier. There had been four Kalquorian clans present at the show, four potential groups of men to seduce into taking the women off Earth-blockaded Plasius. These three fellows had sat at one end of the stage. They’d been the most appreciative of the clans, howling and applauding her dancing with unrestrained enthusiasm. Michaela had caught herself doing her most salacious moves for them, too caught up in the dance ofRaqsSharqito be inhibited.
