"...some nine million beings gathered for the funeral of Whoremonger Vip Galbracht. One of the most beloved figures in the Galacto-League, Whoremonger Vip was a true visionary who revolutionized the galactic sex industry seven Galacto-Units ago when he introduced the celebrated Earth Whores, confirming the long-standing rumors that the primitive backwater planet Earth produced the most beautiful and sexually skilled females in the universe. Whoremonger Vip was survived by..."
"Off," Jessy Santos said, and the Holo-news segment abruptly disappeared. She'd thought she was all cried out, but the newsbeing talking about Galbracht nearly set her off again. In hindsight, she should've realized the old alien's funeral would be the biggest news story of the day, and disable her home's AI from automatically activating the news broadcast when she got out of the transit booth.
As she headed to her bedroom to change out of her mourning clothes, she passed by a mirror. Even through her grief, Galbracht's training took over, and she instinctively adopted a sexy pose. Bright orange, the color of mourning among Galbracht's people, didn't really suit her, but the outfit did flatter her long-legged, wasp-waisted, full-breasted figure; Vip's girls always looked hot, even in mourning.
In an attempt to regain her composure, Jessy had the mirror zoom in on her face; unlike the primitive make-up of Earth, Galacto-League cosmetics were not messed by tears, but one had to be sure; Vip's girl's always looked their best, even when they were crying their eyes out. Looking at her lovely face, Jessy was struck by the fact that not only had the advanced medical technology of the Galacto-League ensured that she hadn't aged a day in the seven Galacto-Units (or twenty years, in Earth parlance) since Galbracht had snatched her from the streets of LA, it had actually improved her looks, erasing the ravages of hunger, drug-use, and violence.
It was astonishing how much her life had changed since that fateful day that Galbracht had randomly selected her to be part of his first batch of Earth Whores. Back then, she'd been a drug-addicted street walker, barely surviving by turning cheap tricks, at the mercy of cruel johns, greedy dealers, and her tyrannical pimp. She was still turning tricks, she supposed, but now she chose her own clients, clients who paid huge fees for the privilege, not to mention showering her with gifts, and most importantly, respect. In fact, everyone she met respected her; galactic culture viewed prostitution as an art form, and as a master of her profession, she was practically revered.
Of course, there were downsides; asides from her fellow Earth Whores, she hadn't set eyes on another human being since Galbracht had abducted her, but she had long since gotten used to that. Nowadays, she wondered how she'd ever managed to tolerate the bland sameness of a planet where everyone was the same species. Quite a change from her early days, when the sight of an almost-human Shibran had made her scream in terror; now she'd fuck a hundred-mouthed Vibbinok without blinking an eye.
Truly, Galbracht had giver her the wonders of the universe. She owed everything to him. And now that he was gone, she didn't know how she'd manage. Suddenly she giggled; and to think, when he'd first abducted her and the others she'd actually hated him! Her mind turned to those earlier days, recalling... |