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He started, which only added coal to the fire of my contempt for him. He’d forgotten I was even there!
“A little project I’m working on,” he said, turning the cylinders so they faced a slightly different direction.
“What’s its purpose?” I said.
He looked over at me—at my face and not my body. Only then did it occur to me that earlier, he hadn’t been admiring my swollen breasts, he’d been infatuated with my brooch!
“I can’t tell you that,” he said secretively. “I’m not even sure it’ll work.”
I appraised the machine and couldn’t even begin to figure out what it was meant for. My expertise was in the domain of the past, not this futuristic technology.
“Have you been here a long time?” I said.
“Six months. You?”
“A year.”
He nodded but didn’t give any indication he wanted to continue the conversation.
“Where are you from?” I said. “Which species are you?”
“Originally, planet Vulcar. I’m a Vulcarian.”
Vulcarian… Vulcarian… Hadn’t I heard something about that species before? I could swear one of the girls—or one of the other prisoners—had said something about it…
“What are Vulcarians famous for?” I said.
If it was one thing I had learned about alien species, it was that they were all proud of the fact their species was uniquely gifted at one enterprise or another.
“Raiding and pillaging, mostly,” Egara said.
Raiding and pillaging! That was it!
The Vulcarians were the intergalactic equivalent of pirates. I heard about them from both prisoners and Prizes because they were a constant pest to their civilizations. It was hard enough to develop an empire with multiple colonies without having pirates hijack your merchandise every time you turned around.
Still, it annoyed me he was paying more attention to his device than to me. I felt the vial of lubricant in my hand and suddenly, the warnings from the other Prizes became a well of curiosity.
What made him so good in bed and the other prisoners poor by comparison? I wondered. They weren’t bad bedmates but what made Egara so much better?
Curiosity got the better of me and I had an idea.
Was I seriously thinking about doing this? I thought. Was I seriously going to provoke Egara into action?
I gnawed my bottom lip and decided that yes, I would. I was too curious about what made him such a great lover.
I laid back on the bed and placed my feet on the bedspread. I eased my feet apart so my pussy was on full show, not more than a few feet from him on the floor.
I popped the lid on the vial, slid a finger into it, lowered my hand to my slit, and ran my finger inside, rubbing at myself the way I liked.
He was going to fuck me later anyway, so why not warm up and prepare myself for the festivities?
It was an endless source of fascination for my classmates at college that I could be such a nerdy bookworm at school and such a party-going slut in the evenings.
I never understood their way of thinking. Those who most needed respite from work were the ones who worked the hardest.
I groaned breathily as I stroked myself. My nipples followed suit and turned pert and hard.
Egara glanced up at me before turning back to his beloved machine. He paused and looked up at me again.
