"Death Row 03 - The Avenger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Black Jaid)

Xavier’s expression was grim as he entered his usual Pussy Parlour—again—to get a droid to fuck—again. His nostrils flared as he wondered where that wench had scurried off to. He knew she hadn’t been a figment of an overly active, lusty imagination. In his wildest, kinkiest dreams he never could have thought up such a caramel-skinned, dark-haired beauty as that one. She didn’t have the fake, manufactured look of the common human female. And if his thoughts hadn’t been so focused on that holo-card he’d retrieved with Kerick’s wife on it…

Damn! His teeth gritted. That gorgeous wench had been unclaimed. She wore body dйcor—hideous, foreign body dйcor but there it was. If she had a nipple chain to speak of, he certainly hadn’t seen it.

Not that it mattered. That wench? He’d take her and keep her in a minute, mastered or no.

“Yer back already?” Old Gingus smiled his toothless grin as he polished the faded, chipped woodwork of the bar with a worn rag. “I ain’t open yet, boy.”

Xavier frowned, his gaze absently flicking up to the half broken relic of a lit-up sign that said closed in Spanish beneath the flicking words G’s Spot. “I haven’t been a boy in years,” he muttered.

“No? Well you sure as shit got the libido of one.”

Xavier plopped down in front of the bar on a stone stool. Stretched out worn leather covered it as makeshift padding. “Been locked up.” His eyebrows rose as he accepted a rare, vintage cigarette from the barkeep and inhaled. “A long time.”

Old Gingus laughed. “That explains it I guess.”

“Not really.” Xavier exhaled slowly, a ring of smoke encircling his face. He grinned. “I’ve always been greedy.” The old man snorted at that. “Hey, G,” Xavier drawled, changing the subject. His eyes squinted. “Either I’m losin’ my fucking mind—always possible—or I saw an unclaimed wench roaming around down here. She stands about a foot shorter than me, maybe five foot four. She has dark brown curly hair that’s almost black. Her eyes are dark too. Know anything about her?”

“No,” he said quickly—too quickly. “No I don’t know nothin ‘bout no unclaimed wench. Hell, you think I wouldn’t have poked her me self?” He laughed.

Xavier stilled. The old man was lying. But why lie if he hadn’t claimed the wench? He forced a smile to his lips. “Can’t say I blame you,” he murmured.

Gingus handed him a skeleton key. “Stall two,” he mumbled, effectively changing the subject. “The droids ain’t powered up yet but go get you a virtual fuck in stall two.”

“A virtual fuck?” Xavier shook his head. “Never had one of those.”

“They ain’t bad. They ain’t bad at all. I’ve had me a few.”

“Yeah?” Why are you lying about the girl, old man?

“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “It’s on the house. Enjoy.”

Xavier’s eyebrows shot up. “Since when do you give away anything for free?”

“Since right now,” he grumbled, frowning. “Don’t ask so many damned questions. Besides, I owe you for gettin’ rid of them troublemakers last night.”

Xavier’s eyes flared, recalling the biosphere scouts. Old Gingus probably wouldn’t want to know just how he’d gotten rid of them. “My pleasure,” he murmured.

The old man swallowed a bit heavily. Xavier could tell he wanted to be rid of him. But then most people felt that way—especially those who knew anything at all about him. For now he would oblige the old man. Standing up, he looked down at the key in his hand. “A virtual fuck?”

Gingus nodded. “It ain’t half bad, boy. Go give it a try.”

“I will.” Xavier stilled. “Just so you know…”

“Eh?”

“I’ll pay a lot of yen to own her.”

He swallowed uncomfortably again, reaffirming Xavier’s suspicion the barkeep knew more about the mysterious wench than he let on. “H-How much?”