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GALAXY PLAYMATES 4:
XENA
By
Michelle M Pillow
Chapter One
“I look like a
tramp.”
Agent Xena Falcon
stared at the mirror
in a mix of pride
and horror--though
she had to say that
horror was the
stronger of the two
emotions. Her flesh
sparkled each time
she moved. Every
inch of her exposed
cocoa-colored skin
was covered with
glitter. Eyeing the
barely there outfit,
she grimaced. That
was a lot of
glitter. Even her
cleavage was
shimmering.
“I
look like a space
slut.”
Xena’s lip curled in
disgust. She liked
wearing her hair
short and neat, but
Lord Maximus had
insisted she spend a
few hours under the
beauty machine to
grow the dark locks
until they hung to
her shoulders. Sure,
it was pretty, but
when she was in the
field chasing the
bad guy, who cared
about being
beautiful? She
didn’t become an HIA
agent to win hearts.
She became one to
make the universe a
better place to live
for humans and
humanoids.
“I’m a trampy space
slut.”
Xena said the last
with a fake smile on
her face,
purposefully looking
vacant to match the
horrible outfit. It
looked like she’d
been attacked by a
purple-web spinning
Tig spider from the
Z quadrant. A
knitted center
spiral was between
and slightly under
her breasts like a
giant, round target.
Thin purple straps
sprouted out from
there, joining
haphazardly to other
parts of the
horrific outfit. A
couple went to her
thigh-high purple
knit stockings, more
wrapped around her
body, stopping to
form two more target
circles over her
breasts. Her panties
were a separate
piece, though they
barely covered the
thatch of hair
between her thighs
and they too had
straps wrapping
around her hips.
At
least all the
essential areas are
covered.
Glancing over her
shoulder, she knew
her other choice in
undercover gear had
been a corset top
with holes cut out
where her breasts
would go.
Embarrassing as this
all was, she was not
going to bare all
for a bunch of horny
space-dogs. It
didn’t matter if the
head of the Medical
Mafia himself was
going to show up and
by capturing him
she’d become the
most decorated agent
in Human
Intelligence
history.
I
wish.
Xena wasn’t after
anything as
glamorous as a mob
boss. She was
investigating the
Siren Mining Colony
for illegal core
trading. Rumor had
it the Vice
President of the
company had a
penchant for sexy
strippers. Intel did
a profile of the guy
and came up with a
physiological workup
of his particular
preferences. Xena
was the best agent
suited to the job.
“Your ass looks
amazing in that,
Miss Topaz,” her
bodyguard said, his
tone low and
gravelly. Vulcan was
named after the
Roman smith god who
was rumored to have
lived underground.
Xena knew she
wouldn’t mind
throwing the sleazy
man in a hole and
burying him like his
namesake. She
quirked a brow in
his direction as he
licked his lips in
invitation, already
knowing what was
coming before his
mouth opened. “You
want me to shut the
door and let you
work off some steam
before your private
party tonight?”
The implication was
clear as he shifted
his hips. His large
cock bulged from
between his thighs,
outlined clearly by
the tight cotton
pants he wore. He’d
come onto her
non-stop since she
boarded the
transport ship at
Lord Maximus’ Galaxy
Playmate’s mansion.
Lord Maximus was
owner of the Galaxy
Playmates Empire.
All his dancers were
nicknamed after
precious metals and
gemstones and all
the bouncers were
named after
mythological Earth
Gods--thus the
ridiculous name
Vulcan. She might
have to be
undercover, but she
was not going by the
name Topaz. Odds
were Mr. Vice
President wouldn’t
want to know her
name.
“I’ve told you, Vulc,
the name’s Xena. Not
Topaz, not
sweetheart, not sexy
trove, not--”
“Yeah, yeah, I get
the point, Xena.”
Vulcan rolled his
eyes. “But, Lord
Maximus said that
you were now called
Topaz.”
“I
don’t care what the
little card outside
my dressing room
says. My name is
Xena. You forget it
again and I’ll pull
off your balls and
feed them to a
libear. Deal?”
“Uh …” Vulcan
grabbed his crotch
and hurried out of
the room.
Xena knew the
bodyguard also had
orders not to touch
her without
permission. She’d
give one thing to
Maximus. He did
treat his women
well, despite what
they did for a
living. None of them
were forced to have
sex if they didn’t
want to. In fact,
they were
discouraged from
selling their bodies
like common space
trash. According to
him, to openly sleep
around took away the
illusion of
untouchable. The
women were allowed
to have sex, but
always had to keep
it within a
relationship, or
with the high paying
clientele. It was
always ladies choice
and no one
prostituted if they
didn’t want to.
Being an
all-out-whore was
one of the only ways
to be stripped of
Lord Maximus’ prized
circle of
protection--at least
according to him.
Xena had no way of
knowing how true
those statements
were as she hadn’t
really had a chance
to ‘chat’ with the
other strippers on
the transport.
“Not that I really
wanted to,” she
mumbled. Turning
once more to the
mirror, she took a
deep breath. Despite
the clothing, she
didn’t look half
bad. Her body was in
shape, her skin
nearly flawless.
There was a scar
from the line of
duty on her upper
thigh, but it was
hardly noticeable
under the glitter.
She hadn’t gotten
around to having it
removed and until
now had actually
forgotten about the
thing.
Silver makeup lined
her dark brown eyes
and her fake lashes
were so long and
heavy they actually
weighed down her
lids, giving her a
sultry come hither
look. Her naturally
full lips were
painted dark red, a
great compliment to
her dark complexion.
Sitting in a chair
before the round
mirror, she ran her
palm over the edge
of the mirror. Her
reflection shimmered
and a menu of
different hairstyles
came up custom
tailored for her
hair type. Almost
distractedly, she
picked one, not
really caring.
Mechanical arms came
down from the
ceiling and quickly
set to work on her
hair. Xena grimaced
as they pulled. She
wasn’t used to the
longer length yet.
When they finished,
the sides were
pulled up and a slip
of bangs fell over
her forehead to
cover her eyes.
Large dark brown
curls fell over her
back streaked with
purple, a color of
which the beauty
machine had
determined to match
her outfit.
“Computer,” Xena
ordered, “shoes.”
A
zip sounded next to
the mirror and a
small door opened.
Thigh-high purple
vinyl boots with
laces from toe to
top were revealed.
Taking them, she
began slipping them
on her legs and
began the tedious
process of lacing
them up.
“I’m beginning to
feel like a grape
here, computer,” she
grumbled.
The food simulator
on the other side of
the mirror from
where her boots
appeared
dinged. Sighing,
Xena opened the
door. A large plate
of purple Earth
grapes was there.
“Ugh,” she moaned,
grabbing one anyway
and popping it in
her mouth. It was
clear the computer
didn’t have a sense
of humor. Munching
on the grapes, she
worked on her boots.
“If only the other
agents could see me
now…. Ugh, I’d
probably have to
kill myself.”
©
copyright October
2004, Michelle M.
Pillow
This is a work of
fiction. All
characters, events,
and places are of
the author’s
imagination and not
to be confused with
fact. Any
resemblance to
living persons or
events is merely
coincidence.
REVIEWS
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TATTOOS! Michelle
M. Pillow has
crafted a marvelous
tale with Xena:
Galaxy Playmates Bk.
4 that is sure to
increase your body
temperature a few
degrees." Nikita
Steele, Erotic
Escapades, July 2006
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