Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
There was surprised silence for a moment, and then another burst of laughter—this time Jerx didn’t join in. His face grew dark but he only pointed a finger at me and said,
“Later for you, navvie.”
Then he wrapped his towel around his waist and stalked out of the shower room, his bare feet slapping on the tiled floor.
Turk frowned down at me.
“That wasn’t very smart, Cass. There’s a pecking order aboard the ship—you’ll need to learn to get along with the rest of the crew if you expect them to trust you to navigate for them.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. Pointing out that Jerx had started the altercation would sound childish and immature. So I settled for nodding my head and murmuring,
“Sorry, Sir.”
Turk sighed and shook his head, flinging droplets of water from his horns with the motion.
“Never mind. You’ll learn—I just hope it isn’t the hard way.”
Then he turned off his shower and wrapped the towel around his waist. He gave Gurflug one last stern look—the big Galafruxian was reluctantly soaping and scrubbing his body, having finally finished with his hair—and then left the shower room.
All this time, I still hadn’t done more than soap myself—mostly my arms, because I didn’t want anyone to see me washing my invisible breasts. It occurred to me now that I needed to wash my hair and get out of there. I wanted to get back to the room and change into my pajamas before Gurflug finished and went back. At least he might smell marginally better now that he’d taken an actual shower instead of just letting the water spray his legs a little.
The shower room was clearing out by then so I quickly shampooed my hair, reflecting as I did so that the only good thing about having to cut it was how much faster I could get it clean. When I’d had longer hair, shampooing and conditioning it and then giving it various oil and cream treatments could take over an hour. Now it was a five-minute job. I could just—
“Hey there, Catamite. Now that the Captain’s gone, how ‘bout you and me have a little fun?”
The familiar voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
It was Jerx and he was right behind me.
16
JESSINA
Icovered my breasts instinctively as I felt his hot breath on my neck.
“Leave me alone,” I said in a shaky voice. “Just let me finish my shower and go back to my quarters.”
“Oh, I’ll let you go, Catamite,” he snarled in my ear. “But first we’re gonna have a little fun.”
A heavy hand was suddenly on my shoulder, holding me in place and then I felt him fumbling behind me, pressing something hard and blunt between the cheeks of my bottom.
I gasped and twisted away from him as I realized what he was trying to do. Luckily, my hair was still full of shampoo and the soap made my wet skin slick. I managed to evade his grip and run for the end of the room.
But in my haste and panic, I slipped. I fell heavily to my knees, barely managing to get my hands out to brace my fall. One of my palms landed on the metal grating of the drain in the center of the room and I felt the painful scrape as it erased the skin on the heel of my hand.
Jerx was on me at once. Grabbing me by the nape of the neck, he dragged me upwards, naked and wet.
“I don’t think so, Catamite!” he hissed. “You tryin’ to get away from me without giving me my due?”
“Your due?” I gasped. “What are you talking about? I don’t owe you anything!”
“After the way you heaved your dinner all over me last night? And then that insult right in front of the crew—think again!” he snarled. “You might not be able to see my cock past my hair, but I guarantee you that you’re about to feel it—right in your tight little ass!” He slapped my bare bottom hard enough to make me cry out in pain.
I looked around frantically for help, but no one was there. The shower had emptied completely, leaving just me and Jerx. How had that happened? And why hadn’t I noticed it?
“Come on now, Catty—let’s get you in a good position,” Jerx snarled.
He dragged me to the wall and pushed me against the cold, wet tiles. Still holding me by the back of the neck, he ground my face against the wall, shoving so hard I was sure my right cheekbone would crack.
“Can’t have you puking on me again, now can I?” he panted in my ear. His hot breath stank of stale tobacco sticks and the questionable meat product we’d had for dinner.
My heart was hammering in my chest and my breath was tearing in my throat. My stomach felt like someone had dumped a lead weight into it. I struggled but this time I couldn’t get free. The blunt thing which I knew must be the head of his shaft was probing between the cheeks of my bottom.