Here's another excerpt from Chella's Quest:
She watched herself in the mirror while she walked towards the elevator platform. Liquid fire warmed the flesh between her legs. A quiver rushed through her sex as the platform descended. When her gleaming stilettos touched down on the plush carpet of the main floor, the sweet chemist known as Chella Ter-Berron ceased to exist.
A meaty male leered and opened the door to the bar. She flashed him a smile and savored the smell of liquor and heat and man. Her nipples beaded when she brushed past him. He would be a good fuck. She tore her eyes from his the bulge in his pants and entered the room. The shaking of dice stopped. Drinks clinked down on tabletops. All humanoid speech faded to an excited hush.
Then the chaos began. Men scrambled for their chit bags and called to her, shouting garbled words of lust. They pulled out fistfuls of paper or flashed large gilded chits. Some simply shook their bags. The deep space orbital they were on sported very few humanoid Pleasure Workers; most men simply fed their greased cocks to the Mechanicals bolted to the wall of their berth. A real live human would fetch a high price.
The Cruthian watched from the back of the room. She knew he'd be hot -- Sarto had shown her his photo. But the photo didn't even come close. Wavy hair as dark as hers fell to his shoulders. Broad shoulders. The type made for holding onto when he pounded into a woman's sex. His intense green eyes bored into hers. She waited for him to entice her with currency. He merely raised his glass.
Chella nodded and strolled towards him with newfound grace. A chorus of horny males sounded their disappointment. "Maybe tomorrow night, boys," she called out over the din.
She walked to the table he shared with the Rundian and three other men. They rose and headed toward the bar. When Seth brushed past her, she hooked her arm around his. The small barrel-chested man barely reached her chin.
"You can stay too." She bent to kiss his shaved head. He turned back to Kain, but the Cruthian shook his head.
"I can cut a deal. Two for one." Her eyes scanned the short man's hairy body. "I've never had a Rundian before."
The man's gaze dipped down into her cleavage. He exhaled and sent a shiver of pleasure through her bones. She'd never needed a fuck this bad in her life. If she didn't get one soon, she'd die....
"You won't get a Rundian tonight." The Cruthian's husky voice curled her aching toes. "I don't share."
The furry man snorted and left.
Chella slid into the seat next to this man named Kain and relaxed her head against his arm.
The Cruthian planted a kiss on her shoulder then gave the moist skin a steamy lick. "Don't get too comfortable." He finished his drink and threaded his fingers through her hair. She prayed the fusion would hold. "I haven't seen a real woman in months."
His mouth met hers, branding her lips with pure carnal heat. She could taste his need. A finger slid beneath the thin strap of her gown and grazed the swell of her breast. She whimpered into his mouth and slid a hand up his thigh.
A hush blanketed the room. She opened her eyes to the gaze of a hundred sex-crazed men. Having an audience only heightened her desire. A jolt shot through her sex, and her cunt pulsed in response, making her painfully aware of the dampness in her panties.
"Let's go some place private." He clasped her hand and helped her to her feet. A collective sigh washed over the room, and Chella blew them a kiss.
"I said I didn't like to share."
The gruffness in his voice startled her. Her curls danced as she spun to face him. "I don't belong to you."
"Tonight you do." Possessive green eyes raked over her body. "And I plan to savor every minute."