preferring to keep the money they earned as sex workers for themselves. Respel would be beside himself with jealousy for the Dantovonian boss’s astounding fortune.
The Dantovonian mistook his interest. “You heard the rate for the other one. If you want the service of this young and barely used whore, you could enjoy fifteen minutes. Then you can hire two of my men, use the killing space—cleaning up after yourself, however—for the same amount of investment.”
He buzzed. The Strura straightened from its crouch. Young, yes. Maybe not even legal. Their green-tinged face might have been attractive if they hadn’t appeared so miserable. Karil licked his lips.
The Strura came around the Dantovonian’s desk, standing before Karil. They turned and bent over the surface, widening legs to display three holes, any of which would have been a nice, tight fit for Karil’s cocks. Beyond them, a slender penis hung limp.
Karil gazed at the temptation inches from him. He was still suffering from Elate withdrawal. The memory of Respel’s back room was strong yet, and all he’d suffered there. However, the offer of the Strura brought a stirring from his loins. He considered the waiting triple pussy for all of a second before the need for vengeance assumed its rightful ascendancy.
“Three men.”
“Done.” The Dantovonian motioned to the Strura, who returned to cowering in the corner.
Karil transferred the fee, halving the credit account Respel had given him. Contemplating Vax’s coming agony made his groin tingle more strongly. It was worth every cent.
* * * *
Japohn relaxed in the underground arena’s highest tier, thinking about what a great day he’d had so far with Vax and Bacoj. Even better than the day before, because he didn’t have to worry about being sent away.
Last night had been its own category of amazing. Stim tabs had kept the trio up during the long, dark hours—in more ways than one—and they’d taken advantage until the sun rose. There wasn’t an inch on Vax’s or Bacoj’s bodies Japohn hadn’t mapped, and they’d become well acquainted with his as well. His cocks ached agreeably after hours of sex.
There’d been some reluctance to leave the room, but they’d finally done so at mid-morning. Japohn had decided keeping his new friends entertained was his sole mission, unless Karil’s ugly mug showed up to be punched. There was a decent card scheduled at the fights, and after breakfast, they’d headed to the arena.
He’d agreed to the cheap seats to watch the contests. Bacoj had made it clear he and Vax were paying their own way, or they wouldn’t go at all. When he acted like a Dramok, there was no point in arguing with him, so Japohn had given in with good grace.
He’d hidden his real feelings on their seats, but it had nearly driven Japohn crazy to not buy the first-tier spots he could afford. However, he found being thrifty wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Determined to find the positive in his situation—there was a lot of that—Japohn delighted in their lofty position. He could see most of the arena easily. Not only could he view the fighting circle perfectly well, but their location allowed him to watch out for Karil. Best of all, the concession hawkers circulated constantly, keeping them well supplied with food and drinks at remarkably reasonable prices. Japohn guessed that those who couldn’t afford better seats tended to make up for the disappointment by indulging their appetites.
Even with Vax in the sort of danger that required a bodyguard, Japohn was as close to a perfect life for himself as he could imagine.
Not perfect. Not when it’s temporary.
He frowned. The latest fight had ended a minute before, and the combatants for the next match hadn’t come out yet. He used the opportunity to regard his companions. Sadness chased away the joys of the last few hours. This most wonderful holiday would be over within a few days. Barring a miracle, he’d be alone again all too soon.
Vax caught his contemplation, and his bright face shadowed. “What’s with the gloomy mug? You’ve called every fight correctly.”
“It’s nothing.” Japohn forced a smile, realizing he didn’t do that well.
“It doesn’t appear to be nothing.” On the other side of Vax, Bacoj gazed at him, his stare direct. Unwavering.
Often the Dramok seemed unsure of himself, especially when he offered a mistaken observation and Japohn countered with his greater store of experience. Then there were moments when he wore certainty like a second skin, such as when he’d refused to allow Japohn to