Spaceport: Security [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Shelby Morgen
eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Science Fiction/Science Fiction
eBook Description: A dark corner of a seedy bar on the edge of nowhere. A woman who's seen too much. A man who moves through the shadows with the grace of a cat. She's on his tail, and he's determined to find out why. Once he might have been flattered to have her checking out his ass. Now he knows women are dangerous. And far, far too expensive. But Commander Kala Decoltéir always gets her man, and she wants the space pirate they call Dancer--no matter who--or what--he is. This time, Dancer has no escape. Publisher's Note: Spaceport is a multi-author shared universe that does not need to be read in order.
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, Published: 2007, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2009
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28 Reader Ratings:
"[A] fast paced, well written short story in the new multi author Spaceport series, Security more than delivers. Shelby Morgen has a sly sense of humor that is very subtle and catches the reader unaware... I can only hope that the other offerings in the Spaceport series are as good." 4 Angels!--Hayley, Fallen Angels Reviews "Everything about this sizzling sci-fi tale, from the world's language to the frank sexual scenes, hits just the right note. The characterization and dialogue were strong. The plot was simple but effective... the sex is wild too, so be prepared."--Cameron Foster, The Romance Studio "...an excellent first introduction to the Spaceport stories... I would definitely recommend this short story and this author."--Viscaria, Whipped Cream
"Welcome to Spaceport Adana, Captain Dancer. Please proceed to docking bay 7-192. Have all documents ready and prepare to be inspected." The voice was androgynous, cool and mechanical. The announcement repeated in half a dozen popular languages.
Adana. Red Earth. Minerals mined from the shattered world beneath the port fueled the galaxy--and the economy. Gave men like him a reason to exist.
Some of his trade was even legal.
The inspection took all of five minutes, and five hundred credits. For a thousand he could have skipped the show altogether, but there were other ways he'd rather spend his money. Like cheap women, fried food, and stale ale.
Kiosks lined the corridors between the docks and the main mall area. Every square inch of available surface sported some sort of barker hawking disreputable wares.
He fit right in.
A large digital display above the buffer plates read 21:13 hours. Dancer had seventeen minutes to kill before his consignee arrived. A small, unresplendent booth manned by a blue-haired whore offered no menu, but then, her body told her story. Fake blue hair and tattoos that mimicked the markings of the high class pleasure slaves of Nil Raja, but the markings were all wrong. Unless she was really a man.
Not that it mattered all that much.
The booth offered no privacy, but he didn't expect that, either. "How much?"
"For you, cowboy, only hundred credits."
"You been watching too many old Earth vids. Forty. If you're fast."
She shrugged apathetically. "You pay first."
He swiped his chit and hit Receipt as he unbuckled his belt. Shoving his pants out of the way, she went straight for his cock, pulling him deep in her mouth before he was even hard. Expert fingers massaged his balls through worn issue fatigues. The cool plastile of the regulation oral condom quickly warmed to her lips. He closed his eyes and leaned back against the cold baridium girder, picturing fields of herbaceous materials growing wild on a planet like the one that had once existed far below them.
Better yet, he was home. Soft sandy beach. Warm Caribbean breeze blowing in off the ocean. Sun on his face. Sweet, willing woman riding his cock. Hot, slick bodies slamming together. The taste of her skin on his lips. The sound of her moan as she came for him.
He spilled into the whore's mouth, his orgasm as hollow as his dreams.
The condom hit the bucket with a soggy plop. "Next!" she called out behind him as he buckled his pants and strode away. "Nila give you plenty lovin'. Only twenty-five credits."
Special just for him, eh? Dancer snorted. Hadn't really helped anyway. Nothing would relieve the slow rot of decay that whittled away at his soul.
"Zaebat." Ramie was right. It had been far, far too long since she'd had her hands on a cock of any kind, let alone one that looked like that. "You can fuck me any time, big boy. Free of charge. Just park those boots under my bed and we'll talk about terms in the morning."
From the catwalk above Adana's main mall area, Kala tore her gaze off the long, tall pirate who'd stopped at Nila's blow job booth and turned to survey the crowd. Denizens of a dozen or more worlds pushed and shoved their way through overcrowded tiers of small, equally overcrowded shops.
Although Adana was always busy, traffic was heavier than normal today. Something felt off kilter. She surveyed the crowd restlessly, trying to find the source of the edginess that prickled along the back of her neck. There. Raised voices caught her attention. Whatever the disturbance, as head of 'Port Security, she needed to identify, catalog, and react, quickly. Time to quit daydreaming about the gorgeous space pirate with the big dick.