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An Excerpt From: RED LIGHT SPECIALISTS
Copyright ©
MICHELLE M. PILLOW AND MANDY M. ROTH, 2005.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Bianca’s
body was tossed into a wall. For a moment, she stood pressed to the hard
surface, stunned that the damned A-mac had
actually spit her out onto stone. If she wanted stone, she could’ve stayed
on Restigatio, where she’d spent four years in the mines. If not for
Director Simon’s offer of rehabilitation, she’d still be there—sleeping in
some dark hole in between digging shifts, her hands bleeding and raw, her body always aching.
Rehabilitation.
Bianca
snorted. What a fool she’d been when she signed on for that. She actually
thought she would spend a few months saying she was sorry to a counselor in
a halfway
repenting her sins and begging forgiveness for her heinous crimes.
Instead,
she was sent to a training facility where they taught her how to fight and,
more importantly, how to seduce. They turned her into a Red Light
Specialist, part of the RLS-69s. She was elite now, special.
She
was especially annoyed to have landed on stone.
“I
specifically said no stone. Was it really too much to ask?” Agent Bianca
rolled her eyes. Gingerly, she pushed away from the hard barrier and
grumbled, “Ouch.”
Bianca
took a deep breath, trying to get her bearings. Big evenly cut blocks of
gray stone lined the walls of a long hallway. Torches lit the otherwise dim
area. It wasn’t much to go on.
This
is an alien planet? Looks more like the images of those Medieval Earth
castles Abbi showed us. Blessed Stars! I’m not in
a place that primitive, am I? Damn it, Simon! I thought those images were
just so we could make fun of old Earth culture, not an actual training
lesson.
“This
blows!” Bianca frowned.
Her
mission was supposed to have downloaded into her brain during the transfer
to the planet. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as she first feared.
Concentrating, she had no clue what she was doing or where she was.
Although, she was thinking in a different language, so that was something
at least. It meant the information she’d been embedded with was working.
Now, if only she could find a place to hide for an hour or so while her
brain released the rest of her assignment.
The A-mac embedded everything she needed into her head during
transfer. But Abbi had warned her that the brain
could only take in so much at once and sometimes, due to the sudden burst
of new information, it had to recharge afterward. That would account for
half of the headache she now had. The damned stone wall would account for
the other half.
Bianca
decided to find a good hiding spot until she knew what she was up against.
Feeling a chill against her legs as she began to walk, she glanced down and
caught sight of what the A-mac had dressed her
in. She froze, unable to make her feet move.
“Ah,
blazes, no!” she swore. “Come on guys! You have got to be kidding me! Ha!
Ha! Ha! Rookie hazing joke is now over. Get me out of here.”
Bianca
waited, hoping she’d be jerked back to the training facility. Nothing
changed. Damn! She’d really hoped this one was a joke. She was going to
strangle Simon and Abbi when she saw them next.
Then she’d strangle the A-mac.
This
was just too humiliating. She could see every last stitch of skin through
the thin red gauze of her non-existent outfit. She might as well be naked.
Well, to be fair, there was a triangle piece of cloth over the thin thatch
of hair guarding her pussy and two more, tinier triangles fitted over her
nipples.
Grimacing,
she tipped her head back, doing her best to see what the back half of her
looked like. Yep. It too was covered only in the thin veil. Turning in a
circle, she caught the slightest glint of light further down the hall. It
was a long mirror. Going to check out her outfit, she posed before her
reflection. Her eyes were lined with thick, black makeup and her cheeks had
been painted a bright red with rouge. She didn’t care for the makeup, but
her body looked damned good in the outfit.
“Hmm,
not bad,” she said to herself. Good thing her ass was sexy and toned. She
flexed it for effect, tensing, releasing, tensing, releasing, jiggling it
fast to make the muscles ripple under the almost non-existent weight of the
red material. Not bad. Not bad at all. Four years of lifting boulders could
really tone up a figure. It still didn’t mean she wanted her ass out for
the world to see, but hey, as long as she was the only one looking…
“This
is a dance I have not seen before.”
As the
words rolled over her, Bianca shivered with feminine awareness. It was the
first male voice, besides Simon and the prison guards,
that she’d heard in nearly four years. It was deep, low, sexy…
Wait a
minute. Whoever it belonged to was watching her wiggle her ass.
Blazes!
Think,
think, think.
Bianca’s
first instinct was to beat up the guy. Well, the A-mac
would surely give her the instincts she needed. Fighting it was!
Bianca
focused on where the voice came from. Twirling on her heels, she threw out
her fist. For a brief second, she saw incredibly dark eyes, before focusing
on a white mist. Her fist went through the mist and hit the stone wall.
“Ah, sacred
comet!” she gasped, cradling her injured hand. She’d swung hard. Now her
knuckles were bleeding and she couldn’t move her fingers. So much for her
dominant fighting hand.
“That
looks like it hurt,” the man’s voice continued. He was behind her. He sounded
amused, mocking. “I would not have done that, gengli.”
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