Page 52 of Kidnapped By the Beast
But then a movement caught her eye. Just a few feet away, another woman in a green top stood at a stall with a Terian man. Lexi froze, straining to hear as their conversation drifted over.
“…three volents for a suck,” the woman was saying briskly, her voice edged with a purr. “Five if you want me on my back. Seven if you want me bent over. Ten for both holes, and nectar enough to drink with it.”
The man grunted, countering with another figure. The woman chuckled, sliding her hands up her breasts. With a practiced flick, she tugged down her green covering, baring four heavy purple breasts tipped with dark nipples.
“See these?” she murmured, tweaking one between her fingers until a bead of golden nectar welled up. She offered it to the man on her fingertip. He sucked it off with a groan, his eyes darkening.
“Fifteen if you want me to let you drink while you fuck me,” she whispered, guiding his hand to squeeze one breast. “Twenty if you want me to milk myself while you pound my cunt from behind.”
Lexi’s stomach lurched. The prospective customer was openly mauling the Terian prostitute’s breasts while she rattled off her menu of services like she was selling hot dogs at a baseball game.
“Oh my God,” Lexi whispered, horrified. It all clicked at once. The vendor’s strange look and the way he’d been surprised at her choice, saying he’d thought she was “respectable…” the women wearing green clothing…the Terian man approaching her, asking “how much?”
Green is the color of prostitution here! She realized. I’ve been walking around the market in the alien hooker uniform!
Her hands flew to the ties, yanking the covering off. She clutched it in one fist, panicked to be rid of it.
The man in front of her smiled wider. “That’s better,” he said approvingly. “Now you’re ready.” He seized her arm in a bruising grip. “Come. We’ll find somewhere private.”
Lexi’s heart slammed into her throat.
“No—that wasn’t why I took my top off! Let me go! I’m not what you think I am!” She tried to wrench free, but his fingers were like iron.
“Can’t wait to get my mouth around those tits,” he growled. “Imagine sucking nectar from pink nipples—I can’t fucking wait!”
Lexi pulled hard against his grip, but couldn’t get free. She looked around wildly. The crowd streamed past, not even glancing at her. Nobody cared that she was about to be dragged behind a stall and raped!
Oh God. Nobody’s going to help me—I’m on my own!
“Let me go…let…me…go!” she panted, still fighting.
Her free hand scrabbled around the counter of a nearby stall, searching for a weapon. Her fingers closed around the first heavy thing she touched—a strange glass contraption that appeared to be a tangle of tubes filled with glowing liquid. It looked like a cross between a bong and a lava lamp. Not a baseball bat, but close enough.
Lexi gripped it and swung it with all her strength.
CRACK!
It smashed against the side of the man’s head. He dropped her arm at last and staggered back with a howl, clutching his skull.
“You little bitch!”
“That’s what you get!” Lexi snapped and turned to run.
But before she could bolt, a shrill whistle pierced the air. Two massive Terians in metallic breastplates shoved their way through the crowd. Authorities—a little late, but finally they were here. Relief poured through her.
“Thank God,” she gasped, pointing at the Terian man still rubbing his head. “This man tried to rape me!”
But the purple-skinned bastard was already shouting over her.
“Lies! This off-worlder bitch attacked me without provocation. I only approached to make an offer for her services, and she struck me!”
Lexi’s jaw dropped.
“What? I’m not offering any services!”
But the man wouldn’t shut up. He jabbed a finger at the green scrap still clenched in her hand.
“She was wearing that, officers! Everyone knows what a green breast covering means.”
