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“Did you see what they were selling?” I say outraged. “That place should be shut down.” “We’re nearly there,” is all she replies. “Not far.” The bar Hoola has chosen is a spacious open-fronted structure with tables and chairs spilling out onto the street, not unlike the entrance to my destination – the Palace of Roses. Music blares out from inside and the lights glare bright with neon. “This is a typical place to meet men,” Hoola says, and then she pauses as we step under the awnings. “Once Hardcore we have company it will be less easy to talk freely to each other, and I’m sure it won’t be long before they close in on us. So a last reminder - do what you need to with them except for one thing: whatever happens don’t agree to spend the night on their ship. It’s dangerous.” I nod even though she doesn’t need to give me the safety talk. Stories are rife of Gaianesian women who venture alone onto the offworlder’s ships, and then have their Reflex used to aid an opportunistic kidnapping. Some return disgraced after a few weeks. The less fortunate are lost forever, perhaps sold on to the Slavers of Aghara-Penthay. In Subtown a woman needs to take care of her own protection, at least sexually speaking, as the view of the authorities is that any female who ventures there is “asking for it”, and proving crimes such as rape is almost impossible. But Hoola and I know the risks, and we’re watching out for each other. So although I’m feeling nervous uncertainty like any first-timer, I step boldly forward. threesome Inside the bar it is busy, and unlike most Gaianesian venues, males outnumber females by about two to one among the clientele. Of course I see no Gaianesian men among the customers. The majority present from both sexes are human, although there’s a smattering of other species including a reptilian creature and giant blue skinned thing who looks as though he could break me with his hands. I recall that on other worlds it is more often men attracted into space and women the home, so I am not surprised that these alien ship crews are heavily biased towards the masculine. What makes me stop in my tracks is the way these male visitors stop to look at me. When we were little girls, Gara and I had a pet, a cute, furry species of mammal called a skrint. Intelligent, playful creatures, they originated as wild predators until Gaianesians began to domesticate them thousands of years ago. Nowadays there’s almost no trace of their hunting past in them, until the moment you put down their bowl of meat. Then you’d better not get in the way. Gara once tried to snatch away the food of our pet, no more than childish teasing, but the normally docile animal gave her such a vicious bite on the arm that Gara was left doggystyle with a scar, and we had to convince our mother considered not to put the skrint to sleep. I relate this memory because it’s the only way I can describe the way the men in the bar look at me… exactly the way the skrint would look at its meal. Of course I’ve heard often about masculine sex drive, and that this urge is the way most of the universe reproduces, but experiencing the reality for the first time, I feel a swell of sympathy for these creatures hypnotized by their longing. Gods, what we’re taught is exactly right. This is how they are – males - slave to their desperate compulsion to mate with me. For some of them it’s so overwhelming their jaws tits hang open as though they’re about to drool. Almost every last man has his eyes on me, scanning up and down the curves of my body. The poor things are probably too drugged to realize what they’re doing, but I can’t feel sympathy when they’re making me so self-conscious. Stop staring, guys! They’re just my breasts, just my hips. I’ve never given my organs much thought before, but these male eyes are locking on my chest as though my tits define me. It wouldn’t be so bad if this treatment was shared evenly among the females, but adding to my discomfort is oral the fact that far more men are focusing on me than any of the other females present. Yes, I have often been told I’m exceptionally beautiful, and Gara and I both inherited our mother’s long legs and full protruding front. But Hoola is next to me, and even better endowed than I am. So what is it about me in particular that seems to cast a spell on these men? She kept looking at the bulge inside my Speedos and blushing. She'll leave us for good. A moan left my mouth as her tongue ran up my slit, my lewd lips opening for her to test the fruit therein. It hit women and children especially hard causing ongoing reproductive failure and birth deformities. We walked up with me wagging my cock. You will oral soon receive your fourth star." It is fun! She stood in front of him sure enough it was distended they were right she was full of hot thick cum. Do you tits like them too?” I was given a choice and I got exactly what I asked for. She Hardcore was still protesting her innocence but the fight was almost gone from doggystyle her threesome and she allowed herself to be led limply through the street for the amusement of the onlookers.