Runaway Renegade (Ultimate Passage Book 4) Read Free Page B

orange with black stripes. A set of tiger ears perched on top of her head. The staff had the option to wear any of the dress code.
    The waitress leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her paint-covered breast landing on his arm.
    “Hey.” Her voice was high-pitched and grating. “The usual?”
    He nodded. Alcohol had no effect on his system. Some sort of immunity. It was the same for all the Brethren. It was no different than drinking water. He joined Brad and Calder. They were surrounded by the usual groupies, regular club girls looking for free drinks, bartering sex for alcohol and a good time.

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    O utside of The Other Side , half a block away from the front door, where bouncers almost too wide to fit through doorways were waving clubbers in. Ali, Toni, and three of Toni’s friends stood in line, waiting to get in. Toni had tickets, but because they weren’t labeled VIP, they didn’t get in directly.
    After the pictures she’d seen on the internet, Ali had opted to play it semi-safe in terms of outfits.
    For tonight’s venture to The Other Side, she had chosen a halter top and a miniskirt. Not ultraconservative, but far more modest than the body-painted, nude goddesses and the bikini-clad water nymphs that abounded in line. Maybe a better name for the club would have been The Wild Side.
    Ali’s halter top allowed her wings to protrude. With her shimmering skin and diaphanous wings, everyone assumed she was a fairy.
    She tried not to stare at the women who only wore body paint, their breasts otherwise bare, nipples evident, some hard, some not. Beneath the bright street light, Ali couldn’t tell what they were using to keep their nether lips from showing because that would mean staring. She didn’t want to do that.
    She didn’t care if they were naked, though the old Ali may have been a bit squeamish about it. On Kormia, Asazi women covered their bodies in pants or robes, unless they served in the military, in which case they wore tailored uniforms that would blend in to whatever part of the area they were assigned, be it Midland or Heartland.
    “Isn’t this exciting?” Toni was a couple of drinks away from slurring her words. They’d all been drinking in the car on the way over. All but Ali. So she’d driven.
    It was exciting, in a titillating, sexy way. Though the last thing Ali needed was to be turned-on. At least if she was turned-on tonight, it would blend well with her outfit.
    A thought came to Ali. She brushed it aside, but it kept returning. She could have sex in this club, in her native form, and no one would know because she’d already have her wings out and they’d assume her skin changed colors because of body paint.
    Did she really want to risk discovery?
    She pushed the thought aside.
    Again.
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    A li roamed around The Other Side, watching the people dance, enjoying the variety of outfits. The music was loud, with a beat that made her want to move with it. She would have been aghast at the amount of skin displayed when she’d first arrived on Earth. By now, she’d seen more than her share of X-rated videos, movies… even music videos were explicit, with dancers resembling strippers.
    Who was she kidding? Certainly not herself. She’d been here two hours and she was still wide-eyed about the place, and a bit about the outfits, not because of her Asazi roots. No. Not at all. She’d thought that her time on Earth had hardened her to so much.
    A girl in a body-painted corset approached a table where a man sat. He was tall, blond, tan. Ali didn’t expect the girl to lean over and unbutton the man’s pants, taking out his member and… The rest of Ali’s view was blocked as the girl lowered her head.
    Another man dressed as a gladiator, wielding a shield, approached the bent-over girl. Moving the fabric of his costume aside, he pushed the girl’s legs apart and set his shield on her back. Lining up his body, with one swift stroke, he was inside the girl, pumping in and out.
    Ali averted