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without paying, too. It may still be around the port, if you'd like me to ask around." She reached inside her robe and pulled out a Tablet. "Some new items on the menu, for your pleasure."
    Prez took the device and scanned the information. He blinked a few times and held the tablet at varying distances from his eyes.
    " Mukkesh !" cried Doc, and strode over to the bar.
    Vix turned to Lan. " Ikarber , Lan. What is your pleasure?"
    Lan couldn't speak. Images flashed in his head, a female's face contorted with concentration, sweat dripping from her brow, her hair a halo of silver around her blue skin. The squeeze of pleasure in his loins, something he had never felt before. But they weren't his own images or feelings. He tried to push them from his mind. "I have no pleasure," he managed to say. "I shall wait at the bar."
    Prez handed the Tablet back to Vix. "I'll have the Tibur."
    "The usual, then." Doc appeared at his side, balancing three glasses of red liquid on a small tray. "Always with the tentacles, Prez. I don't get it."
    Vix was staring at Lan. Then a smile of understanding spread across her face. "Aha!" she said. "We have a first timer here, I believe. Prez has brought you to the right place, my young beauty. We have many specialists here who are well-trained in the art of pleasure."
    Lan stared at the ground as all eyes focused on him, his skin almost vibrating with embarrassment. When Doc offered the tray to him, he took the mukkesh without protest even though he'd never had a drink in his life. Nothing could be worse than feeling this excruciating mix of mortification and the other telepath -- wherever it was -- reaching a shattering orgasm somewhere nearby.
    Mercifully, Vix seemed to sense his humiliation and looked away. Her expression became businesslike as she addressed Prez. "Red room," she said. "That's thirty gees up front for the first twenty and another thirty for every ten minutes after that. Doc, blue room. Your favorite Andran will join you there presently." Her left eyelid flicked down in a lecherous wink, and Doc giggled and gulped at his drink, his eyes bright.
    Vix put a comforting arm around Lan's shoulders, and he almost retched at the contact. "Vitzi's Tears, you're so cold! I know just the female to warm you up. Come."

    ***

    The Tibur was a male. Prez sat down on the cushioned floor, his head spinning from the mukkesh and the tiredness that was starting to seep into his bones. He knew it was a male from its dark coloring, but its soft, shapeless body bore the same line of breasts as the female. The room was dark, and he liked it that way. The Tibur would not speak, and he liked that even more. And even though he knew that most races in the system considered ku-tah to be -- at best -- aberrations against the natural order of the universe, the Tibur's black eyes held no judgment and he liked that best of all.
    It crept over to him, and he closed his eyes as he felt the buttons of his shirt popping slowly open. Two tentacles crept under the belt of his trousers and eased them down. Its breasts were resting on his eyes and he lost himself in the pressing darkness. When he was naked, the Tibur pressed its soft body on top of him and slid slowly up and down until he was rock hard, then its arms wrapped around him and lifted him slightly. His cock became wrapped in a slick, hard grip and he let out a groan as the tentacle started to move, the bumps from its retractable suckers rubbing all over the head of his cock, creating a friction that made his head swim. It gripped his lower back while its long tongue lapped at the erogenous zone at the bottom of the throat, just where the flower of his tattoo bloomed over the kel-mah gland, which remained dark, even as his head fell back onto the pillow, light with the delicious sensation spreading from his throat all over his skin. Then he felt one tentacle wrap around his shoulders, another stroking the insides of his thighs then pressing into his ass, slipping