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An Uncommon Whore
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An Uncommon Whore
Belinda McBride
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An Uncommon Whore
Copyright © January 2010 by Belinda McBride
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eISBN 978-1-60737-512-8
Editor: Sandra Rychel
Cover Artist: P. L. Nunn
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Quotation
A whore is a whore is a whore.
Except when he's something else completely.
From the writings of King Helios Dayspring, High Priest of the Temple of the Sun
Chapter One
I sat back on a stiff wooden bench, hidden slightly behind the broad reptilian form of
U'shma, my oh-so-beloved pimp and owner. Cautiously I surveyed the seedy tavern that he'd
dragged me into. It was the Trell 57, and unfortunately, I wasn't a stranger to the place. The fact
that we were here at all meant two things. Well, actually it meant three things.
Firstly, U'shma was broke, and the only way for him to supplement his income at the
moment was to throw the veil over my face and the hood over my head and pander me out.
Secondly, U'shma's itch to gamble must be overwhelming at the moment. Addiction was
weakness, and if he was weak, I might be able to exploit him. Or I might suffer. Badly. And
thirdly, by morning, my jaws would ache and my ass would burn.
Life really reeked.
All the whores being peddled at T57 are male, not because of the preference of the
clientele, but simply because the place is fucking dangerous. No offense to the females, but
they're simply too rare and precious to risk in a hellhole like this. The place was crawling with
surly miners and unhappy travelers forced to wait for the next transport to someplace better.
Pretty much anywhere was better than the T57. In fact, most any planet must be better than
Warlan, with its dusty red soil and oppressively hot days. As far as I know, there are no sentient
species native to this rock.
Crude as it was, there were rules in this tavern. No activated weapons. No illegal
pharmaceuticals. Whores had to be appropriately escorted and were forbidden to peddle their
services directly to the clients. In addition, planetary law kept us in the formal veil and hood.
Poor johns couldn't even see what they were buying.
Not that most of the men caredas long as they got their rocks off. Why did U'shma
choose such a charming establishment? Well, the clientele at the T57 were bored and desperate
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