Moonbeams and magic by Janelle Taylor

there in private cubicles; some, she had heard, of-

    fered sexual games which evoked incredible sensations when enhanced by drugs, but she had never been tempted to try them. She had a virtual reality unit on her ship for diversion and for practice sessions with assignments, one which could be programed with any image and scene she desired and which allowed her to either control the action or allow the situation to travel where it willed.
    Yana's roaming gaze paused and drifted over Dagan Latu who sat alone at a table with a drink before him and his eyes focused on her. She complimented herself for seizing his attention so quickly—even though her Yana facade and manner were responsible—and before she got close enough for her special fragrance to ensnare him. One of the few unoccupied tables was beside his position, so she walked in that direction with a subtle sway to her hips.
    Dagan observed the voluptuous creature with eyes as blue as a Kalfan sky in summer and features that were flawless in shape and size. Her hair was thick and long, with little curl, and as golden as the midnight sun that orbited his world. Her figure and movements were perfection. She was clad in a multicolored jumpsuit with flesh-revealing circles along the lengths of her arms and legs, and with matching cutouts at her abdomen and back. He noted a wide gold ring around her slender neck. It was her sole adornment, as no jewelry graced her ears, wrists, or fingers. A lazette was secured to one sleek thigh just above the knee, the fake jewels of its holder catching light and sparkling as she moved. There was a sultriness and allure about her that was arousing, especially since it had been a long time since he had enjoyed sex, a fact he had been reminded of during his two encounters with Starla. He had hoped Starla would appear this evening, but that seemed unlikely now; perhaps that denial was fortunate since he seemed to be susceptible to the enchanting pirate.
    As the striking creature neared, Dagan smiled and stood to seat her, assuming from her thorough scan of his person

    that she was joining him. He was amused and bewildered when she broke their visual bond with nonchalance and claimed the next table, putting her back to him. Almost feeling foolish, he sat down. He realized she was from the Asisa Galaxy, as the faint blue tinge to her hair, skin, and sclera of her eyes were traits of that alien race. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing in a rough and crude settlement like Tochara. He ruled out the position of a Pleasure Giver, as she would be occupied on the next level of the Skull's Den. He doubted she was anyone's steady companion, as no intelligent man would allow her to come there alone. A lack of a marriage band on her wrist told him she was mateless. She must be a regular customer, since Radu appeared well acquainted with her. For certain, she was not Tochar's lover; he had seen that redhead earlier and knew she was Binixe, an hermaphroditic race from a planet in the Thracian Galaxy.
    Dagan leaned back in his seat, sipped his drink, and tried to ignore her. He was about as successftil as the other men present, who were almost drooling over the beauty. He decided that either she was off limits or had scorned them in the past because none approached her, which increased his curiosity. Her heady fragrance filled his nose, despite competition from the many other smells in the area. It was as if she exuded a powerful pheromone which stimulated his sex glands and enticed him as potently as Starla Vedris did. He looked at her tresses flowing over the chair and halting near a slim waist. Vain and a teaser, he concluded. He wasn't in the mood for games, and conceit always cooled his physical interest in a female, no matter her beauty, or how badly he needed sexual release.
    Yana sensed his potent gaze. She was not surprised he didn't approach her after a seeming rebuff on her part. In fact, she was glad he did not pour himself over her