The Pleasure Palace
Chapter One
"C'mon, darlin, I jus' wan' a lil' sugar pussy. I'm only topside
on this rock for twenty-four hours. You don't wan' me to go
away lonely, now do ya?" He had a thick Centaurian accent
and had obviously been drinking all night so the words came
out in a drawling slur. Shaina McCullough suddenly found herself
pinned against the crumbling gray concrete with the disgusting
drunk leering in her face. "Jus' a lil' sugar pussy ..." he
repeated and she turned her head in revulsion as his foul breath,
thick with gin fumes, washed over her.
That was it; she couldn't stand it any more. Determined to
teach him a lesson, Shaina struggled to get her right hand behind
her back and grab the mini-tazer that was taped there.
Cursing the stupid skintight design of her skirt that made it impossible
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