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He leaned forward, unable to control himself, and she gave him a feline smile.

She glided across the floor toward him, each motion taking an eternity. He sat
mesmerized, hoping desperately that she wouldnтАЩt turn away, that this wasnтАЩt just one
more part of her routine. He wasnтАЩt sure he could bear that. He knew it wasnтАЩt when she
reached the edge of the stage and stopped to look directly at him. Her head bobbed like
that of a snake. She had certainly charmed him. He felt a trickle of sweat bead up on his
forehead, and raised one hand to wipe it away. At that moment he would have given her
anything, anything at all, just for ten minutes of her time.

She leaned forward, giving him a close-up view of her magnificent breasts, but he
hardly noticed. All he could think about was her face, her eyesтАФdeep pools of sparkling
green that he wanted to crawl into. Closer and closer she came, teetering on the edge of
the stage, her face all but touching his. Her tongue flicked out, as if scenting him, and
then she licked him slowly across one cheek.

The man sitting next to him moaned again.
 Then she drew back, her face very serious.

тАЬYouтАЩre mine for tonight,тАЭ she said, her low voice cutting through the music for his
ears only. He nodded, realizing he was the luckiest man in the room.

She had chosen him as her toy, and he was grateful for the honor.




*****
Cybele studied his face as she backed away, turning the slightly salty taste of him
over in her mouth.

She hadnтАЩt expected him to be so attractive.

Of course, he was utterly taken with her. All men were. It wasnтАЩt that she was vain;
she simply knew the power of her body. For some reason, the Goddess had opted to
endow her with a shape and form that appealed to the male eye. It was a magnificent
advantage, and sheтАЩd never been afraid to use it.

This one was going to be different than her usual marks, though. His dossier
worried her. He wasnтАЩt an easy targetтАФheтАЩd spent most of his life fighting, which was
only natural when you considered he was one of the most successful smugglers in the
quadrant. Some said he was little more than a pirate, not that she cared.

All that mattered was the money sheтАЩd get for killing him.

Still, the sight of him led her to re-evaluate her initial plan of attack. Maybe it was
the lingering pleasure of her orgasm against the pole, but she found herself wanting to
touch him before she killed him. He was big, strong, exuding that kind of dangerous
aura she always found irresistible in a partner. Of course, she lost interest in them as