"I have wanted you since I saw you," I admitted, my voice a little strangled. I was still standing in the doorway. "I have dreamed of you my entire life—"
"And alas, I got to her first." Fey piped up from behind me, clapping me on the back as he attempted to pull me away from her.
"There is no first," Kylie scoffed, the robe falling to the ground in its entirety. "Well, unless you count which of you fucks me now. That will be a first."
She grinned as she spoke, those eyes darting between us as she took a step back, the glitter that covered her body sparkling in the soft glow of our ship’s lights.
Her words hung in the air before us, so inviting. So tempting. They seemed to float in the air, until what she’d said actually registered: a virgin. Kylie was a virgin. What were the chances we’d gotten so lucky? Especially considering where she worked. When I’d laid eyes on her in that club I’d assumed she was as experienced as the Scarlet Feather seemed to imply. As experienced as I knew many of the other women who worked there to be. Knowing that she was untouched—unspoiled—was a boiling heat, and my cock twitched, desperate to find a mark.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
10
Kylie
I had no idea what I was doing.
I was trying my best to fight the insane sex-power that these two golden aliens were infusing the air with, something that seemed to get worse the longer I was around them. Try as I might, I had still effectively turned into a sex machine, and was apparently offering my virginity to them, one of which I knew to be more than gloriously endowed.
Oh, and it had apparently slipped all of our minds that we were still covered in my vomit.
What was it about their allure that translated any of this situation as the perfect time to pop my cherry? We’d escaped the most evil corporation on my planet, we were in space, we didn’t know each other, and all I could think about was taking the large one’s cock into my…
No, I needed to focus. I couldn’t let these crazy golden sex gods get to me that easily. I’d waited this long, what was a little more time?
"Actually, maybe we should take a shower first." I looked down as they did, the two guys chuckling at the remains that coated them. "So, come back in an hour."
The ship seemed to have been listening because, before either of them could say anything, the door slid shut before their bewildered faces. Their calls of frustration seeped through the heavy metal, and I had to laugh. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?
"Ummm... thank you?" I said into the void, not even sure who or what I was talking to. Or even if someone, or I guess something, had done that. For all I knew, the door slid shut simply because no one was standing in front of it.
And I was standing here talking into an empty void.
I really needed to get in that shower.
Turning away from the sleek metal doors, my jaw slowly dropped again at what I beheld.
I had never seen a place this big before. Or clean. Or furniture this nice. Or so many... things. I didn't know how else to describe it. I mean, there was some kind of stuffed bird in the corner and a display of blankets hung with twisty metal things to my left. All my life I had lived in a single room with a bed and a chair, but this place had so many chairs and things I couldn’t imagine a use for. Some of the furniture even had chains.
Didn't need to tell me what those were for. I’d lived my last few years in a brothel after all.
Seeing as I was already naked, I high tailed it to what I thought was a bathroom. I tugged on the shiny metal door and discovered I was right. Was this my bathroom? They’d scanned my hand to let me into this place, so maybe this was my room?
At least this room was familiar. Natalia had spared no expense for the large bathroom at The Scarlet Feather, wanting her guests to never have to leave the magic of the brothel, even to take a piss.
It took only two taps of my finger against the faucet to get the water running in the shower, another for the auto soap, and in what seemed like two seconds flat I was scrubbed clean of glitter and anything else I had picked up in my escape from Earth. I would have marveled at the efficiency of the shower if my mind hadn’t snagged on that last part.
"Holy shit! I'm not on Earth!" I shouted into the empty space. I bolted out of the shower, slipping on the tile as the water from the shower sprayed off of me in my haste. I had been so busy trying to figure out why they had turned blankets into art that I hadn't even looked at the walls. There were no windows in the room, just a wide spread of metal with a seam right in the middle.
"That better be a fucking window!" I barely caught myself from another slip, I reached the seam and pressed my fingers between them, assuming that I could pry them apart. Open them like I did the shutters back home. They didn't even budge.
"What? No! I need to see!" I grunted and heaved, my wet shoulders and fingers slipping against the metal in my attempts. Nothing. It didn't even budge. “Let me see the fucking stars!”
"Ship. Open port window in master suite." I recognized Fey's smooth voice, the low baritone sliding like chocolate over my wet skin as the mechanics of the
