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Eighteen months earlier

Delizas (pleasure planet)

Morgan adjusted her leotard after it rode up her ass crack…

again. Royal blue cloth barely covered her nipples and groin over the sheath of glittering nude fabric holding it all together.

Damn Slovis, I swear he deliberately orders my clothes too small to irritate me.

He took great pleasure in ordering me to attend to the high rollers in this latest costume.

I’m glad he saw reason about the ridiculous headgear. I’d probably decapitate myself.

She had a tolerate-hate relationship with her eight-foot-tall green owner.

Instead of legs, six tentacles formed the Cephation’s lower body, while two arms rested high on his torso and a single red eye sat above a fat nose.

Fourteen months ago he purchased all the humans on Krutus’ ship to serve in his row of brothels on the pleasure planet Delizas.

The tolerate portion began early when Slovis ordered medical care, food, and decent clothes for everyone, as well as time to recuperate and adjust. He held a meeting and explained that each could earn their ownership papers by taking on various jobs and earning a percentage toward the cost of their purchase.

All were sex slaves for the first solar , or year, for a smaller percentage initially.

After that time, those willing to continue prostituting themselves earned a higher take than cleaners or waitstaff.

During their first two weeks of captivity, he encouraged them to speak with other slaves and understand what would be expected of them.

Surprisingly, his establishments were clean, medical care mandatory, all slaves protected from significant harassment, and he eschewed regular use of pain collars.

Fine golden chains replaced the bulky circles around their necks.

While they still could be used to inflict pain, the levels were lower and Slovis rarely pushed a button.

In fact, the only time she witnessed it was after a reptilian male slave attacked one of the females.

She and Faith asked lots of questions of the female slaves.

Slovis provided birth control as well as lubricants for those who needed them, did not require them to perform sex acts that caused pain—unless the slave wanted it, and he refused all clients of species who killed after sex.

Addictive mind-altering substances were prohibited.

Anyone who hurt one of his slaves received retribution.

If a slave performed well, he wouldn’t sell them to a new owner unless the slave concurred.

Compared to sex traffickers on Earth, Slovis treated his slaves like royalty.

She frowned. And that gel he gives us has probably saved me from being split open—more than once.

Fortunately, Morgan had piqued his interest after three months— lunars —when she told him he didn’t think big enough.

She and Faith informed him anyone could sell bodies, but only true visionaries could sell fantasies.

His ego allowed them to manipulate him into a test of a new entertainment house where no slave was expected to sexually service the clients.

They modeled the facility on the Manor House but bigger and grander.

Morgan worked with Tarqel, Slovis’ Ladortan assistant, to set up Fantasia , while Faith learned everything she could about the various species they could expect and what appealed to them beyond what their personal experiences had taught the women.

Taking into consideration everything from food, liquor, and games of chance to what each found sexually arousing—colors, clothes, even scents, the women planned every aspect of the new establishment.

Anything to keep from having to sexually service anyone with credits.

Being a slave constituted the hate portion of the relationship, as did being forced to have sex with random aliens.

While some of the females used a non-habit-forming aphrodisiac provided by Slovis—for a price—to get through the prostitution, Morgan only used the lubricant gel and healing salve.

Too many times she cried herself to sleep when a shift was over.

Sometimes she wondered why she tried so hard to survive.

She s huddered to think how many differ e nt beings they’d been made to service.

The only exceptions she knew of were Orkites, Jalaxians, and Svesti males.

From what she understood, they worshipped goddesses and using a slave for sex was an affront to their beliefs.

There were other brothels on Delizas where females worked by choice and those males went there instead.

Oh, let’s not forget arachnids and the insectoid and reptilian species who kill after sex.

So glad we don’t have to deal with them.

The avian one who pecked at her hair was scary enough.

At least we convinced Slovis about the credit-making opportunities of Fantasia.

And we took a bunch of females and several males out of the brothel pool sooner rather than later.

Now if I could just figure out how to keep him from auctioning me off every couple months for a night with his star performer.

The extra credits toward freedom are not worth it.

His excuse that I didn’t do my full solar is difficult to refute.

Morgan nodded at the Crestillians guarding the stairway to the performers’ upper level.

While VIP areas encompassed the second floor, the third floor contained dressing rooms and access to the floating discs.

Not only humans staffed Fantasia . Faith found females of other species who wanted to dance and Morgan trained them.

They were also considering adding male performers one night a week.

Cooks, waitstaff, bartenders, and cleaners of all sexes and species helped fill the needs of the establishment.

Several could play instruments and sing.

Reeva, a red-skinned Wrestikan, currently sat on the large center stage, her four hands caressing the keys of an instrument similar to a piano performing a bluesy-type number. Damn, she’s good.

Unlike the Manor House, Fantasia had five circular floating discs, with the largest over the center stage.

Currently, all of them sat at the third level with lights streaming down from their transparent floors, hiding Morgan and the others from the clientele.

When the discs lowered, the lights would rotate upward to spotlight a female and change colors as a special effect.

Morgan removed the ridiculously high heels from her feet and scurried up the ladder to check the valadium hooks and support beams. Slowly sliding down the white material she’d found to replace Earth’s aerial silks, she ended up in the middle of the largest disc and continued to examine, tug, and stretch the fabric looking for signs of wear and tear.

Pulling the two lengths taut and lining up the carefully hidden marks in the fabric, she threaded them between her legs and around her waist before she raised her arms and slowly spun so both pieces of fabric covered her from thighs to underarms to the other hidden marks.

Tapping the remote for the levitation modules adhered to the backs of her shoulders and her hips, she ensured they worked as designed.

While confident in her preparations, the additional safety measure reassured here.

I certainly don’t want to fall to my death for the opening number… or ever.

She looked at the other discs and nodded to the females taking position.

A lithe Praxite with lavender skin and three breasts, a small Pellotian with green skin and wings, a Crestillian with dark scaly skin and a short crocodile-like snout, and a blue Jalaxian with long black hair wore costumes similar to hers in varying colors although their nude leotard fabric matched their skin tones.

The Praxite and the Jalaxian would dance around the poles on their discs, while the Pellotian and Crestillian would maneuver without poles in their spaces.

The music changed to an old Earth song with an alien undertone.

Although she couldn’t see through the lights, she knew a hidden track on the stage would be sliding to remove Reeva and her instrument from view and clear the area.

While the lights on the other discs changed color and rotated upward to showcase the other females as their mini-stages lowered, the ones on her discs dimmed to a soft glow.

She took a deep breath, grabbed hold of her aerial silks and rotated so her body was airborne and parallel to the floor.

She waited as her disc silently descended without her, the lights beginning their programmed routine, mimicking the music’s tempo.

At her cue and the song’s crescendo, Morgan let go of the silks and twisted her body to drop suddenly, unrolling from the silks to halt a mere foot from the floor with her body facing upwards and her hair brushing the disc.

The levitation modules ensured she didn’t hit the floor at high speed if the silks tore.

Seductively, she rotated and dropped to her hands and knees arching her back.

Intentionally hiding and teasingly revealing her outfit, she unwrapped herself from the remaining fabric.

Using her hands on the silks, she pulled herself up and began a complicated routine.

She primarily used one length for support while the other tantalized the audience as she straddled it or slid it in suggestive manners around her body.