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  This had to be the best sex she’d ever gotten. No bad breath huffing into her face. No heavy weight squashing her into the mattress. And best of all, no uncomfortable conversation when it was all over with. No uneasy goodbye. No avoiding future phone calls. Just a slam, bam, thank you, ma’am that was all to her benefit.

  The first tingle of her orgasmic roller coaster ride sparked deep inside her. She moaned and tried to meet every slam inside her with her hips, but the clientele wouldn’t have it, and pressed more forcefully down on her thighs. She relented and stopped.

  All right. Have it your way. But it’ll only make it harder for me to come.

  The pumping-pausing method stuttered, then jerked. There was one more push into her, and the softened erection slid out.

  Meredith blinked. He was finished? So soon?

  A wash of air struck her body, then the panel molded around her rose up as the pallet pulled back into the first room. The leg extensions came together in time to fit through the narrow opening. Once the table was all the way past the wall, the panel closed again, and this time her eyes were adjusted enough to the dim light where she could see how another panel rose from the floor to meet it. When the table came to a halt, the cuffs around her ankles and arms automatically clicked open.

  Meredith swung her legs over the side and sat up. It was done. She was officially a prostitute. “Congratulations, girl. You can now add ho to your list of accomplishments.”

  A movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. Gleeth slithered into the room, tentacles waving.

  “I know you are physically well, but how do your feel?”

  The creature meant mentally. For all their technology, they still couldn’t fathom the mind. And at this moment, if Gleeth was trying to read her, she would only get confusion and irritation.

  “I feel cheated. I didn’t come.”

  “We know.”

  She hopped off the table to follow the alien out the door. “I was starting to, but he petered out on me before I had the chance.”

  “We know.”

  “Fuck. I guess all men are alike, no matter what the species.”

  “It happens.”

  “But I’m still horny.” It was a familiar gnawing in her inner depths, the kind she would get whenever she’d come close to an orgasm but didn’t. It would remain persistent until she did something about it.

  “Have patience.”

  She groaned as she was led back to her room where she headed directly for the cleaning stall.

  “When you are done, and you still wish to visit the lounge, notify us, and someone will come to show you the way.” Gleeth pointed to a tiny area on the wall near the door. Meredith judged it to be about nose high and memorized the location. There was probably a switch or some sort of sensor there.

  “What if I just leave the room and go search for it by myself?”

  “Until you become more accustomed to the ship, it would be advisable you use a guide.”

  She nodded and pulled off her filmy shift before stepping into the stall. By the time she was finished, Gleeth was gone. Good. She was needing a quiet moment to relieve herself, and she dropped down on the pallet, face first, to masturbate. She managed to come, but it wasn’t as satisfying as it would have been if she’d had a vibrator. Still, it was better than nothing.

  While she was still alone, she pulled out the bowl she’d saved from one of her meals. On the inside, she made a tally mark with her thumbnail. For some reason, she wanted to keep track of how many clients she serviced by the time her two years was up. Too bad she couldn’t also keep track of the days. According to Gleeth, the whoreship was available at all hours, which meant there was never any distinction between night and day. She could understand, since she knew from her high school science classes that all planets used different clocks and calendars to mark days and years. It made her wonder what source these creatures used to determine the passing of time. Fortunately for her, if she needed to sleep, she had the option of dimming the light in her room to where it simulated night.

  Once she was done, she returned the bowl to its hiding place and dialed up a fresh shift, this time in yellow. Going over to the door, she found the little panel and pressed it. The door immediately slid open, surprising her, and she saw a figure standing on the other side. At a little over a yard tall, there was nothing on Earth she could compare it to, as it didn’t resemble any sort of plant or animal she was familiar with. Shrugging, she gave it a smile.

  “Hi! I’m Meredith. You can call me Merry.”

  “I am Oble. Follow me.”

  They headed in the opposite direction than she’d gone earlier. Better yet, there was less convolution to the large, brightly-lit room where a half dozen creatures lounged or walked about. Thanking the little alien, Meredith headed straight for the back wall where she saw another alien getting something in a cup. The creature made her think of a giant sunflower, but without the leaves. Instead, its roots appeared to serve as both hands and feet.

  “You are new,” the sunflower commented. “I am Veleetee.”

  “Meredith. You can call me Merry.”

  “Where are you from, Merry?” someone called from the room.

  “Earth.”

  “Oh, yes. Hominid. We had heard they were looking for a representative of that species.”

  “Since we have not seen you before, you must have just had your first experience,” Veleetee remarked, and stuck a root into the cup. Meredith quickly amended her last thought. Make that hands, feet, and mouth.

  “That’s right. I take it all of you are more experienced.”

  “Did you climax?”

  “No.”

  “Shame.”

  “Maybe next time,” Veleetee offered. “Once they learn how to correctly pollinate you, it is not too bad.”

  “I can only hope.”

  She spent what she guessed was a good hour, if not more, talking with the other creatures. Getting to know them, and know about them. With little differentiation, their stories on how they got aboard the whoreship was much like hers. Another thing she liked was being able to ask questions, no matter how delicate. At this point, she still didn’t feel comfortable enough with Gleeth to quiz the alien.

  But what she enjoyed the most was sitting back and listening to them trade stories about their past lives, and more recently, the troubles their clientele had with bringing them to completion. It wasn’t until Gleeth called to her from the doorway that she realized how long she’d been there.

  “Am I in trouble?”

  “No,” the alien told her as everyone listened. “You have another client.”

  Chapter Eight

  Drill

  Client number two didn’t bring her. Neither did client number three, four, or five. After number six brought himself and patted her thigh, as if complimenting her like a puppy, Meredith gave Gleeth a dirty look when the alien came to fetch her.

  “If it weren’t for the others in the lounge, I would swear you’d lied to me.”

  “Lied to you about what?”

  “About the clientele working to bring me. About the bonus points they’d get if they managed to make me have an orgasm.”

  Gleeth tilted its head at her. It was a while before the alien replied. “Next time, you will go by yourself to the pleasuring rooms when you are called. Are you confident you can find your own way?”

  “Yeah. I’m good.”

  “As for the bonus points, please remember that the clientele who have used you are not Earth humans. They are compatible to you, yes, but they still have a lot to learn about your sexual makeup. I do not see the problem. They all have said you were a good lay. None of them had any regrets or complaints about the match.”

  This bit of information was new to her. “They said I was a good lay?” she repeated, smiling. “How did you find out? What did you do? Have them fill out an evaluation form afterwards?”

  “All clientele are allowed to let us know if they had a
pleasurable time with the product. Some even request another copulation upon their next visit if the product pleases them enough.”

  They stopped in front of the door to Meredith’s room.

  “Do not worry, Merry. In time, you will orgasm. We know you are capable.”

  That surprised her. “Capable? How do— Oh. My pallet.”

  Shit. She should have realized they would have that monitored, too.

  They parted company, and Meredith went inside to clean up before heading for the lounge. She was surprised by the comment that greeted her.

  “You are getting quite the reputation,” Avalanth laughed.

  “What kind of reputation?”

  “The product that will not orgasm,” F’Orlo rumbled. “A few of us are wondering if you are able to shut them off, like Krarrrasta over there.”

  “I do not shut them off!” the creature with the head of a horn bleated. “It is that I cannot have an orgasm unless I am in season.”

  Meredith raised an eyebrow. “In season? Is that like in heat?”

  “You should see the place when she is ready,” F’Orlo remarked, adjusting her large pyramid-shaped body against the corner of the room until she was comfortable. “She orgasms with a mere touch. The line of clientele outside the airlock extends for parsecs!”

  “They do not!” Krarrrasta hotly defended herself, but Meredith could tell the ammonia-breathing creature with her head encased in a bubble was proud of herself.

  “Well, to be honest, I’m not shutting them off. In fact, there are times I’m still so horny after the client leaves, I have to go take care of the problem in my room.”

  “Give it time, Merry,” Krarrrasta assured her. “You will come eventually.”

  “That’s what Gleeth says.”

  “What does Gleeth say?” asked a tone Meredith recognized. She turned to see the alien standing in the doorway.

  “That, given time, I’ll eventually have an orgasm with one of the customers.”

  The millipede almost smiled. “The clientele are intrigued. They are requesting you in order to test their prowess.”

  “Oh, great,” Meredith muttered. “I can just smell the rise in testosterone. Which male can make the female peak? Step right up and place your bets! So, Gleeth, let’s say one of them finally manages to bring me? It’ll mean a sudden drop-off in takers, right?”

  “On the contrary. More will request you, knowing you are capable. You have become, umm…”

  “A challenge?” she suggested.

  “Exactly. A challenge.” The creature shuffled over to a wall dispenser and got a cup of something. Without making another comment, Gleeth left the lounge.

  There were times when Meredith was so comfortable, spread out on the multitude of pillows that littered the floor, she would sometimes fall asleep and not wake up until someone came to get her. Or to wake her and tell her to go back to her own room. As far as she could tell, and as anyone knew, there were approximately thirty represented species on the ship. Not counting the crew, which no one could specifically say they had seen, Meredith guessed there had to be about fifty people on board, not counting the clientele.

  “Does anyone really know how big this ship is?”

  “What does it matter?” a creature she didn’t know questioned.

  “I mean, is there a front door to this place? How does the clientele come on board?”

  Pudrith, a species with wings and large potato-sized protuberances sprouting all over its body, waved one of her four tiny arms. “There is a landing platform beneath us. Big, big platform. The clientele land their ships there and are teleported up to the waiting room.”

  “Have you seen the landing platform?”

  “None of us have,” Krarrrasta said.

  “Then how do you know—”

  The floor gave a little jump, nearly throwing Meredith head-first into the pillows. At the same time, a loud, irritating noise blared through the room. She barely had the chance to ask what was happening when her cuffed wrist was adhered to the metal plates. A quick glance around showed all the other products similarly glued to the ship.

  “What the fuck!”

  “Don’t worry!” Pudrith yelled back. “It is a safety measure!”

  “A safety measure? Against what?”

  She was interrupted when sections of the floor flipped over to reveal straps. Seeing how the others handled this new development, Meredith imitated them and slipped her other hand through the loop in the closest one just as the room began to tilt on its axis, turning slowly like an immense drum. Pillows and empty bowls pelted them, without causing any injuries, but the entire scene made her think of the inside of a clothes dryer.

  The ship eventually righted itself, and the weird blat died. After another couple of seconds, her cuff was released. Meredith hurried to disengage her other wrist from the strap and scurried across the litter.

  “That did not last too long,” Pudrith casually comment.

  “What was that?”

  “A drill.”

  Meredith looked at the others, who seemed equally unconcerned by what had just happened. “A drill? What kind of drill? And what the hell was that noise?”

  Krarrrasta tossed a pillow against the wall and resumed lounging. “You mean the alarm?”

  “That wasn’t an alarm. That was more like someone put a finger between their lips and made baby bubbety sounds.”

  Pudrith scratched a protuberance. “Well, it got your attention. We have those drills on occasion, but no one has been told why. There is a second drill with a different alarm. That is when we go to our rooms, and they lock us in until they open the door for us.”

  “And you have these drills how often?”

  “We do not know. We guess whenever they feel we need one,” Krarrrasta said.

  “What about lifeboats? Does this thing have lifeboats?”

  Pudrith gave her a puzzled look. “What is a lifeboat?”

  “An escape pod. A way off this ship in case it blows up or something.”

  “If there is, no one has told us about it,” the alien admitted.

  The lounge grew quiet as they retreated to their own thoughts. Some ate. A few napped. Meredith got to her feet and walked over to the wall, placing her hand on the warm metal.

  “I wish I could see outside.”

  “You can,” Pudrith answered.

  “I can?” For the first time in days, Meredith felt a bit of excitement. To see outer space from within it! It was a feat only astronauts were lucky enough to experience. The thought of viewing it for herself almost made her giddy. “How? Where?”

  “Ask Gleeth. She can show you the way.”

  Pudrith started to say more, but Meredith was already on her way out the door to find the alien. Once in the hallway, she glanced in both directions. She knew that to her right led back to her room, but she had never gone any further than the lounge.

  She looked at the neon pink band glowing on her left wrist. She knew they could track her through the band. She also knew there was no way to remove it. At least, she wouldn’t by herself. On several occasions, she had studied it, and had tried to pry a tiny sliver of metal underneath it, without luck. The damn thing appeared to be adhered to her skin.

  “Okay, Gleeth. I’ve never come looking for you. Let’s see how long it takes you to find me. In the meantime, I think I’m owed a little sightseeing tour.”

  Feeling adventurous, Meredith went to the left. She had barely turned the corner to the first junction of corridors when she nearly bumped into the alien coming from the opposite direction. Despite the fact that she felt somewhat comfortable now around the creature, almost diving head-first into a squirming mass of little yellow tentacles nearly grossed her out. She jumped back in surprise.

  “How did you—” She gasped, unable to finish her question.

  “There is nothing on this ship we do not hear or know about,” the alien responded, sounding peeved. “I came to tell you a client is waiting for
your services.”

  “A client? But I just finished with a client not too long ago! I haven’t had a chance to rest yet!”

  This time, Gleeth’s irritation showed as orange-ish mottling on its purple skin. “If you have energy to go exploring through the ship, you have energy for the clientele. Go perform your duty, Merry.”

  She stopped just short of rolling her eyes, then silently reprimanded herself for the childish response. If you’re wanting these things’ respect, then you need to act like the adult you are. The last thing you need is for them to no longer trust you.

  Nodding, she turned around to head for the pleasuring rooms. She also noticed that Gleeth followed her all the way there.

  Chapter Nine

  Points

  She was glad she made it a habit to always clean up and get a fresh shift after every client, although some of the products admitted to remaining as they were when they left the pleasuring rooms. Meredith figured they were either too lazy, or it had something to do with their culture.

  By now she was able to hop up on the table and adjust herself within seconds. As the panel opened and she was moved into the adjacent room, she glanced again through the narrow slit at the other side. The bright lights revealed its walls were the same whiskey brown hue as those on her side. It was also devoid of any other furniture save the pallet, which was centered. She knew the clientele would not be allowed to enter into the room until the partition hiding her face and hands was down, and she was firmly secured.

  The lights dimmed, and she wondered if they dimmed on the other side, too. Adjusting her shoulders, she waited.

  In the past, the first thing the clientele always did was to remove her shift. Following that, they spread her legs. One, then the other, to where she wondered if the routine was written down somewhere, like a guide. In her mind’s eye, she envisioned a set of directions written on the back side of the wall, above her body where she couldn’t see it, but where the clientele could read and follow when he was standing between her thighs. She laughed to herself, when the familiar puff of air signaled the client’s entry into the room. Clearing her throat, Meredith waited for that initial touch.