Xena (Galaxy Playmates)
By
Michelle M. Pillow
Xena (Galaxy Playmates) © copyright June 2006 - 2013, Michelle M Pillow
Cover art by Natalie Winters, © Copyright 2009
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Xena (Galaxy Playmates)
By
Michelle M. Pillow
Xena
Galaxy Playmates 4
Paranormal Futuristic Romance
Part of the Dragon Lords’ Universe of Books
Agent Xena has nothing in common with the exotic dancer she's pretending to be. Her assignment should be like any other. Then why does dancing for the high-powered businessman thrill her beyond anything she's ever done? And when things get heated between them, will she follow her instincts or take him in for the crime she was sent to arrest him for?
Rating: Contains graphic sexual content, adult language, and violence.
Galaxy Playmates Series
Sapphire
Quartz
Diamond
Xena
Futuristic Romances by Michelle M. Pillow
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Dragon Lords Series
The Barbarian Prince
The Perfect Prince
The Dark Prince
The Warrior Prince
His Highness the Duke
The Stubborn Lord
The Reluctant Lord
The Impatient Lord
Lords of the Var Series
The Savage King
The Playful Prince
The Bound Prince
The Rogue Prince
The Pirate Prince
Be sure to check out the other books in this futuristic world: Space Lords series, and the Zhang Dynasty series, Galaxy Playmates series --with many more books to come!
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.”
Chapter Two
“Touch my ass again, Vulcan, and I’ll rip your hand off.”
Cole stopped, slowly backing up to look at the viewing screen to see who the irritated feminine voice belonged to. The elevator monitor was left on at all times for mining security purposes. It was the only way in and out of the main complex of offices, unless someone was skilled enough to scale the fifty story smooth stone walls in the planet’s below zero temperatures.
He lived one story down from the top of the tower. As Vice President, the entire floor was his. A circular lobby had a security guard who also acted as a secretary during the day. Fione was one tough lady, standing nearly five inches above his six foot frame and twice as large. She’d left about an hour before.
Frowning, he looked at the screen. The exotic creature all in sexy purple instantly caught his attention. Had he ordered company for the night? He couldn’t remember and he knew better than to try and hack into Fione’s security coded files again to get his calendar. Last time hadn’t been pretty. He’d deleted his entire schedule for a month. It had been utter chaos around the office and each day it was a tossup as to who he was to meet with. So, everyone was let up, ran through Fione’s security check and then either tossed out or allowed in depending on her estimation.
Cole bit his lip, as he glanced down at the electronic file in his hand. It wasn’t like him to book a woman when he had so much work to do. Then again, the project was new and he could’ve made the appointment with Lord Maximus of Galaxy Playmate before the mining contract was signed.
He was a busy man and Maximus always took care of him as far as choosing the women were concerned. It wasn’t like he had time to read over dancer profiles. At best, he would take time to glance over random photos until he saw something that caught his eye. Since Galaxy Playmates were the sexiest women known to humanoids, it wasn’t hard to find one that turned him on sexually. Mentally was another matter, but he didn’t hire the dancers to stimulate his brain. He had enough thinking to do at work.
Cole knew he should send the woman away, but as he stared at her large dark eyes and firm, tone body, he felt his cock stir in interest. Maybe he could take just a small break and let the lady do her job. She had come a long way just to see him and who knew when the exotic beauty would have another break in her schedule to come back for him. Either way, because of Siren Mining Colony’s remote location, Maximus would charge him for the visit. As VP he could well afford it.
Her skin was like light Lithorian chocolate and he bet it tasted just as sweet. The makeup was a little overdone, but he could well see past that. She had dark red lips, so full and pouty he couldn’t help but notice them. The vixen parted her lips, licking them slowly as she appeared to study her reflection in the mirror. Cole’s gut tightened and he clenched the electronic clipboard in his fingers. His heartbeat kicked up a few knots and he suddenly felt overheated. Lips like hers were only made to do one thing when it came to sex and his cock was more than willing to let her.
Please let her be willing, he thought. Some of the women were, some weren’t. He never pressured them, content to relieve himself when watching if he had to.
The man with her, obviously a bodyguard, kept staring at the dancer’s nice, round ass. Cole grimaced. The bodyguard would definitely be staying out of his room while she performed. By the look of annoyance she shot the man and her earlier comment, he could tell she didn’t like the man she called Vulc.
“Get your eyes off my ass as well,” she demanded.
“Topaz,” he groaned. “How do you expect me to do my job when my dick is hard enough to poke holes in metal? Come on, starlight, how about a quick suck. I promise it won’t take long. We can stop the elevator right here.”
Cole slammed his clipboard down on the desk and leaned forward in irritation, wishing he could reach through the screen and punch the man.
That’s my playmate!
He took a deep, calming breath. Strange. That was a little possessive of him and he wasn’t sure where the urge came from, but he was paying for the woman’s time and if she was going to be sucking anything it would be his now-stone-hard cock.
“Okay, one, the name is Xena, not Topaz unless it’s in front of the client. Two, I hardly need you to guard anything of mine. But, if you have to fight, beat the attacker over the head with your hard dick. At least it’ll be good for something.”
Cole smiled, even as a bittersweet feeling washed over him. Did the woman just not like Vulc? Or was she one of those dancers who were all business and no play?
“Now, shut up, we’re almost there,” she ordered, lifting her chin almost regally.
Cole hurriedly ran his hand through his short hair, smoothing it before grabbing his clipboard. Trying to act nonchalant, he ran back toward his office to wait for the elevator to open before walking across the lobby.
* * * *
Xena’s stomach tensed as they neared the top of the complex. Vulcan’s continual come-ons since they left the shuttle didn’t really help her nerves, nor did the fact that his eyes stayed firmly glued on her ass. Yeah, like she was really going to change her mind and suck him off after saying no fifty-thousand times.
Galactic asshole.
She fluffed the curls over her back, giving a quick, practice bat of her long silver lashes. The outfit did compliment her figure and Xena hated to admit it, but a small part of her liked the idea of being the seductress. She tried to lock that part of her away. Normally, she was the aggressor, beating information out of suspects. This time, she’d have to use something other than her fists to get what she wanted. HIA had several unofficial positions regarding the use of sex, but basically, how an agent got her information was the agent’s business. No agent she knew had ever used sex as a tool, but it didn’t mean it couldn’t ‘unofficially’ be done.
Please don’t let him be too gross.
The door opened. It was too late to back out now. The small reception area had a dim, blue cast to it. The walls were tiled with small grey and red stones, which created the S
iren Mining Colony logo. A screen floated over the desk and she saw the backward view of the elevator on it. She had suspected there might be security cameras around. That’s why she didn’t say anything incriminating about her assignment.
Taking a step forward in her high heel boots, she paused as if she owned the place. Movement in the corner caught her eye and she stiffened. For a long second, she was too stunned to react. A man was coming out of what looked to be an office if the furniture behind him was any indication. Absorbing details in a short time was all part of the training and she automatically sized him up. His light brown hair was neatly trimmed, with longer locks pushed back on the top. He wore a dark-blue, kimono-style robe that closed in the front with a belt and matching knit pants. The material was shiny and lightweight. It molded to his trim waist and thick upper body and his feet were left bare. The relaxed clothing wasn’t surprising. The office executives lived by their offices. She guessed his private area would be on the opposite end of the lobby.
“I’m sorry,” the man said, his rich, deep voice sending chills over her, “but the offices are closed.”
He looked up from what he was doing and stopped in his tracks. Xena was struck by the stark blue of his eyes. She shivered, mentally forcing herself into action. Lifting a hand to her shoulder, she tilted her head to the side and bent her knee ever so slightly so that her thighs parted. Lowering her tone into a sultry murmur, she said, “This is the office of Cole Vaux, isn’t it?”
The man smiled, revealing a small dimple. “I’m Cole Vaux.”
“Then are you saying you changed your mind and don’t want me,” she deliberately paused, lowering her gaze, “to dance for you?”
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