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length of Pam’s nudity. “Just long
enough.”
    While Pam’s
belly performed somersaults, Drake’s grip propelled her in Miss
Peake’s wake. Before they left the saloon through another
set of doors an almost naked girl carrying a tray of drinks passed
them. With horrifying certainty Pam knew she was a - what had Drake
called her - a stewardess third class? Her gut
growing tighter at every step, she had a blurred impression
of corridors decorated with tasteful murals, thick, plush carpets
beneath her bare feet, and abruptly found herself in what looked
like a well-appointed hotel room.
    Three attractive young women
were there already. One, dressed in ankle boots, black leather
trousers and a flimsy white blouse, had a large, holstered pistol
at her right hip. Another wore a small scrap of silk around her
hips and a nearly transparent band that revealed beneath it the
firm mounds of two full, pink-nippled breasts. The third was
completely naked and to Pam’s consternation was kneeling on the
floor, her cheek to the carpet and her hands stretched back to pull
her thighs apart where they met her buttocks, revealing the gape of
her pinkly glistening sex to anyone who walked through the door.
Stricken, Pam stared at the red, raised ridges that lined the
girl’s tight, pale-skinned bottom.
    “Get up, Milly.”
    The girl rose and turned. She
was short and petite but large-breasted, and as blonde as the young
woman who had given the order. Her round eyes looked briefly at Pam
and then, with a hunger she made no attempt to disguise, focused on
Drake.
    “Do bring the slave in,
Lieutenant,” Miss Peake said. “I promise you can have her back in
an hour.”
    His fingers tightened on Pam’s
arm. “She should be on display now. An hour....”
    “Isn’t too much to ask, is it,
darling? Why don’t you join us? I’m sure Milly would enjoy it.” The
blonde crossed the room, closed her hand over Pam’s wrist and drew
her away from him. “And you might enjoy Milly, too.”
    Drake stiffened. “You know that
would be inappropriate, Persephone.”
    She laughed. “Oh, you and your
Company rules, Rafael. Don’t you ever bend even the least important
of them? There must be times when you’re not bound by them, or
don’t you have time these days for anything but duty and
responsibility?”
    “Not while I’m on board. And my
job takes up most of my time.”
    “All work and no play. You
didn’t always take everything so seriously. Perhaps you’d prefer
Tania?” She angled her bare right tit towards him and pulled the
jewelled clip from its red, upright nipple. “Or maybe you’d like
me, darling.” Her air was challenging and slightly mocking.
    “That would be inappropriate
too, Miss Peake,” Drake said with obvious annoyance.
    “What happened to Persephone? Or
‘Sephone? You used to call me that, darling, remember?” Her glossy
lips pouted. “But you don’t like me anymore, do you? You think I have too much freedom for
a female, and too much money. I even suspect that you think I
deserve to be bent over and flogged like one of your naughty slave
girls for my impudence and my Sapphic ways.” Her laughter tinkled.
“I do, darling, but I’m far too rich for that to happen. And I like
men too, especially if they’re handsome and strong.” She sucked in
a breath that lifted her bare breast invitingly towards him.
    Drake cleared his throat noisily
and Pam saw a hint of colour across his angular cheekbones, anger
or embarrassment, or both.
    “What I think is of no
importance, particularly to you. I have the same concern for your
safety and well-being as I have for the other passengers, and
that’s what I should be seeing to.” He checked his watch. “Your
hour began five minutes ago.”
    “Do come back personally to collect her, darling,” the blonde said before he closed the
door. She turned to Pam, laughing softly. “He’s a bit stuffy
sometimes but I always feel safer knowing he’s on board. And he