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Not the Star. The fact that you're a virgin is only a minor inconvenience." He moved onto his knees behind her, both hands coming to rest on her shoulders, massaging her flesh beneath the suit. "You haven't learn to hide yourself away yet. I see disgust when you look at me, and pity. I also see understanding."

His hands felt so good on her tense shoulders, it was difficult for Anna to focus on what he was saying. "Varan..."


"Don't stop."

She heard him chuckle. "Then take this off, so I can get at the skin. No, wait, never mind, I'll do it. You'll probably waste time with some sort of awkward strip tease." He leaned in and whispered, "I can read your mind, you see."

"More likely you can read my body," Anna murmured.

"Let's find out." His fingers found the fastener at her neck; the suit was designed to be easy to take off, and it peeled away from her shoulders and back like water being shed. The whole thing was hanging by her waist in moments, and her breasts fell free of the cloth. Anna was a slender girl, and her breasts were small but pert, free of the sag that indicated a lifetime spent in traditional gravity. Her nipples were already erect, and the cool air on them made them harder. She had been touched by men earlier this week, but now she was with a client, her first client, and the feeling she had felt before were magnified tenfold. She could feel every follicle of hair on her body stand on alert, and the roughness of his hands was so sensuous, she began to forget she had been uncomfortable with him. Varan was looking down on her from behind, admiring the muscles of her back. "You're very strong," he complimented her.

"I feel soft," she replied with a smile.

"You're that too," he agreed, snaking his hands around her chest to cup her breasts. They easily fit in his palms, and as he ran his thumbs over her nipples, Anna quivered and arched her back against him. It felt so good, he was warm and gentle. She had a feeling he kept her facing away from him on purpose, to keep her relaxed, not having to look at his ruined face. Maybe it was his way of making up for throwing his ugliness at her earlier. Either way, she was feeling more pleasure than trepidation. He lightly pinched her nipples between his fingers; Anna writhed back, sighing with enjoyment.

"You have a scar on your shoulder," Varan growled in her ear. "From what?" He freed one hand to take his own clothes off, keeping the other at her breast, distracting her, easing her along.

"A rope," Anna replied breathily. "Showing off two years ago. It cut through my jumpsuit, but it kept me from falling off the wall-aahh-" Varan was pressed against her again, only now it was flesh to flesh. He felt amazingly warm. She tried to turn to face him, but his hands kept her from moving too far.

"No, Elsiane. Let me lead," he commanded. "Stand up." She stood up, unsteady on her feet. She could feel him pull down the rest of her suit, finally tossing it away. "Mm, look at you." He pressed his mouth to her shoulder blade, then to the small of her back. He ran his hands down her sides and over her ass, which was round and perfectly smooth. "You could be a dream, with a body like that." Anna was looking at the windows. There was a faint reflection there, not enough to see any of his or her features, but enough to see make out their naked bodies. Varan had one hand back up at her breasts, teasing them; the other had moved between her legs, and before she could react his fingers were on her pussy, stroking it gently. Anna moaned and unconsciously widened her stance to give him better access. One finger moved in past her lips, and began stroking circles around her clitoris. Another began to penetrate her, moving slowly.

"Varan...ahh..." Her legs trembled beneath her.

"Do you want to lie down?" he rasped in her ear, desire making his already-grainy voice even harsher.


He let go of her suddenly, and Anna fell back onto the bed.

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