Grimacing, she nods.
“They did it with a machine I can’t pronounce the name of, and they didn’t even have to slice me open.”
“Andit was free?”
“Yep.”
“So, it’s really just thealiensthing that you have to get over.”
“I mean… a lot of us consider that a perk, not a negative.”
“Coral mentioned that people have favorites. Do you?”
“I do.” There’s no harm in telling her, “I’ve actually started seeing two of them off the clock.”
“And they’re okay with that?”
“Oh, yeah, Phantom doesn’t stop us from doing anything unless it’s not safe.”
“I meant the two aliens are okay with you seeing both of them.”
“I usually see them together.” When she looks concerned, I tell her, “Polyamory is pretty standard out in the wider universe.”
“Oh! Cool.”
The light around the hatch flares on, and a triumphant little chime echoes through the room as the door opens and three women step out, talking about their plans for this shift.
“Are you coming?” Anne asks when the soft voice announces that the shuttle is boarding.
“Nope. I live here now.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Text me anytime, and if you come back, let me know. We’ll grab lunch or something. You can meet Mooralan and Ferrok.”
Her eyes go wide. “I will hold you to that.”
She points at me and says goodbye as she steps inside, and I sit down, waiting for the doors to close. Which gives me the perfect opportunity to see Rose sprint through the waiting room and all but dive through the door.
It will be interesting to see whether or not Anne comes back.
CHAPTER 2
Hands gripping the sheets, I bury my face in the mattress and moan as Ferrok pulls out of me, and Mooralan pushes in.
They’ve been passing me back and forth for twenty minutes, edging themselves as thoroughly as they’re driving me from orgasm to orgasm.
“Are you keeping points?” I ask, my voice cracking. “Best out of ten?”
They laugh, and Mooralan says, “Only ten?”
When I told them they could do anything they wanted, I hadn’t anticipated the potential death by orgasm that waited for me.
“At some point,” I pant, melting a little bit more, “You’re going to have to give in. You’re going to have to—” My words and thoughts die with my next orgasm.
My brain might be melting, too.
“My turn still?” Ferrok says so softly I almost don’t hear it.
