Fighting Lory (English Edition) (Lords Of Arr'Carthian 2) Read Online Free Page A

of getting away from here. We can’t miss this opportunity just because you’re wetting yourself with fear. This little card …,” Lory held the credit card up to Charly, ”… will buy us our ticket home, and without the ID and the certificate we’ll never get past the guards at the spaceport. From now on I’m Kirikyla and you’re my slave, Nanuk. I just need to sort out different clothing. I think these rags are a bit too cheap for a woman with unlimited credit.”
    “Why do I have to play the bloody slave and you get to act the high-ranking lady?” Charly grumbled sullenly.
    “Because it was my idea and because I sorted out the cards and the certificate. I knocked out the two jerk-offs. Any further questions?”
    “Yes! Have you always been such a cold-hearted bitch?”
    Lory stared at Charly, bewildered. Those words had thrown her. She knew that she was mean, but that was an important part of the armor that she had put around herself. If she constantly sprayed venom, then no one had time to catch her and hurt her. It also helped her to be one of the best FBI agents. Nice girls did not catch killers.
    “Once I’ve got us home you can hate me as much as you wish, but until then you should do as I say. Or maybe you’d rather stay here and spread your legs for a damn alien!” she replied quietly but firmly.
    “You can be sure that we’ll part as soon as my foot touches earth,” responded Charly.
    “No problem.”

    The waitress had taken them to the aforementioned man who, within minutes, had put her picture onto the ID. After that Zola, as the waitress was called, had helped them to replace their clothing. Lory bought herself a ridiculously expensive dress made of a shimmering dark blue material, as well as another one in sunshine yellow. Charly was given simple white clothing that the better slaves tended to wear. Zola also dragged them into a beauty parlor where three reptilian women gave Lory a hairstyle befitting her station and applied make-up subtly. Lory, who was not keen on make-up, had protested as they were about to paint her lips blue, and after a lengthy discussion the three women had just painted her lips with a sort of silvery shimmering lip-gloss.
    “Thank you for your help,” said Lory, giving Zola her promised reward of a thousand credits. Zola had shown her how to use the card to withdraw a sort of cheque from the mobile cash robots. The cash robots were small boxes about the size of a shoebox that flew propeller-driven through the streets and came in to land at the wave of a card. As with a cashpoint machine one simply had to put the card into a slit and enter the sum, then a cheque was printed. Lory was glad that no secret code was needed for these cards, which would have been disastrous. The system here on this alien planet was not particularly secure, but that was to their advantage now, so she was not going to complain about it.
    “No problem. If you need help again, you know where to find me,” said Zola, taking the cheque.
    “Come on,” Lory said to Charly, once Zola had gone. The sooner we’re in the spaceport the better. I don’t think they’re likely to search for us there. It’ll never occur to them that we’ve managed to get into such a high-security area.”

    The two guards, members of the Black Guard that controlled all galactic spaceports, were heavily armed. That had assumed an inscrutable dead-pan expression, but Lory could see desire flash in their eyes as she approached in the low-cut dress. She had assumed an arrogant and yet seductive smile and that did not go unnoticed. The larger of the two guards moved his eyes slowly up and down her body and she hoped that she had not laid it on too thickly. She did not want the man to think he could get it on with her here somewhere.
    She quickly pulled her false ID and the papers for her supposed slave out of the leather purse attached to her belt. The guard took the documents and checked them thoroughly. Lory grew a