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snacks, so I grabbed a chicken beet salad and some vat-raised roe on toast. I watched the other dancers from a corner table.
    There was one amazingly fiery couple. They both had olive skin, ripped muscle and moved in perfect synch. I’d swear they’d had years of practice, but they were young. Back, forth, angles, sides, turn, hands on hips, step, twirl out. He was amazing, and if he’d been alone . . . then I wondered about the two of them. I knew I’d enjoy it, but I had no way to know if they went that way, or if I could fit into their mix well enough.
    But it wouldn’t hurt to ask. If not them, who else?
    That was when a handful of uniforms came in.
    Military, UN, undress, which they wouldn’t do in Earth but I guess would here. Most of them were pretty average. It’s not just the difference in gravity. They just don’t push fitness in the UNPF the way we do. Three of them, though, were in good shape.
    I stepped out and smiled at one of them. I gestured, he nodded, and we got to dancing. He was nice to look at, definitely showed interest, but his rhythm was only okay. He had olive skin that shaded well with his uniform shirt.
    His buddy was a bit better. He was gorgeously coffee-hued with a very sexy grin full of naturally perfect teeth. I worked between them, let them get on either side and guided their hands in so they knew it was okay to touch me.
    That was possible. I thought I might do that as a second option.
    I smiled my way out from them, and turned to where that couple had been. They’d moved over a few meters, so I jig-stepped that way. The lights kept shifting, the bass rumbled and some sort of waveform whooshed in and out of phase.
    They were still moving back and forth, sometimes locking eyes and grinning, sometimes watching their feet, sometimes closed and arching. They were just perfect. I can do a woman if a man is involved, and he had a great ass and shoulders.
    I got alongside, waited until they noticed me, and open-handed to them.
    She gave me this gorgeous smile, and it was such a beautiful turndown I couldn’t even be disappointed. She was amazingly expressive.
    That one look said, “I’m so sorry, but we’re alone this evening. You’re definitely pretty and interesting, but I can’t share. He’s got to do some serious work on me before I sleep. Another time perhaps.”
    Actually, I could have done her alone, based on that smile.
    I bowed back and turned enough to show I understood and would move away as the dance took me.
    But my soldiers were still free. They were dancing with a couple of other girls, but I could tell they were only there for the dancing. I moved around the outside, until the flow of the floor moved the girls a bit back.
    I ran fingers up each of their spines, smiled and shimmied back between them. Dale and Jacques, I found out, and they each had a hand stamp showing an infection test. They were looking, I was looking, and it didn’t take long to convince them I was interested, and of course I was fine with both of them. I was pretty sure it would be tag team, not sandwich.
    I was close. Two hours later I was on tight all fours with my mouth and my cooze full, and then very full. Hands ran over my back, belly and breasts, and I rode the waves as they shuddered and throbbed, and I was still just sparkled enough to feel like I was tumbling. Orgasm and euphoric is an amazing combo, if you get the dose right.
    I was glad I had the large room.
    Dale had come in my mouth. He wanted to fuck me, so I rolled back and pulled him on top while Jacques took some time to recover. An hour later, I got them both off again, in a sort of reversal.
    I was stiff when I woke up the next morning, but I felt great. A little naughty hedonism is great for my mood.
    There were a lot of troops around the station, mostly in small groups. I wondered what was going on. It was the War, of course.
    There’d been talk of a UN mission to the Freehold. What we found out was that it had been an actual