Survival's Price by Joanna Wylde

Author:Joanna Wylde [Wylde, Joanna]
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2010-02-13T07:00:22+00:00

Cybele ran down the hallway, glad she’d taken the time to scope out potential escape routes. Her breath came hard. He’d offered her far more fight than she’d anticipated, and for the first time she questioned whether or not she’d really be able to accomplish her mission.

This was no easy mark. He wasn’t ordinary in any way. She could still feel the bulb of his cock pushing against her, desperately seeking entrance to her body. A part of her wished he’d been able to find it. She should have been focusing on her escape, calculating the best way to get away, to disappear into the warrens of the spaceport. Instead she kept imagining that hot, hard shaft sinking into her body. He would stretch her open, pushing her almost to the point of pain before he hit bottom. Each little movement would pull at the sensitive walls of her cunt, scraping as she produced more and more moisture to accommodate him. Then he would thrust into her, pinning her beneath his body and fucking her until she screamed. She gasped, feeling herself flush. Just thinking about it was enough to bring her close to the edge. She burst out the club’s back door, pushing her way through a group of startled dancers. She ran several meters down the busy corridor before noticing she was still naked except for the string between her legs.

She needed clothing, fast, or she’d start a riot.

She ran down the corridor, looking desperately for some kind of cover. She heard shrieks behind her, and knew he must be on her heels. She grinned against her will. How long had it been since she’d faced a true challenge?

She saw an opening up ahead. There was another strip club, this one advertised by holos of naked women dancing and enticing the customers in the corridor. Perfect cover for a naked woman on the run… She ducked into the club. The bouncer, trained to stop 21

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men, not naked women, ignored her as she ducked toward the back. She heard a scuffle at the door as Damian tried to follow her. They would want to scan him and get a cover charge before they let him in. It was perfect.

She slowed her pace, moving through the club as if she had all the time in the world. Nothing would make her stand out more than hurrying. She felt several men’s fingers clutch at her as she strolled past their tables, but she shook them off quickly. She grabbed a waitress and asked her where the dressing rooms were. The woman nodded toward the back of the stage, and Cybele made her way past yet another bouncer into the dancer’s rooms. He didn’t even notice she’d never been there before, thank the Goddess. Apparently he didn’t bother to learn the dancers’ faces. She strode into the dressing room, pulling open a locker at the far end. Another woman gave her a strange look, and Cybele snarled, “Don’t fuck with me, little girl.

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