Erotica Harem

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Title: "Invalid Item"  (Sima)

Chapter: "Invalid Entry"  (Chapter 7)

Author: Lady Rook

Plot: Ah, geez. This should get interesting if Sima shows up there and Razi is there and oh, the implications.

Scene: Bye bye.

Character Development: I wanted to hear more about the naughty nun. Puts a whole new term to the “flying nun” doesn’t it? Razi is too cute.

Grammar: See below. Really, just commas. I found nothing major.

Just My Personal Opinion: Well, I’m off to find out more.

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Chapter 7 – Debit Record
Razi settled in on the olive colored couch in Ailen’s lower office. The small television flashed high in the corner of the narrow room. Ailen’s desk look like he never used it and Razi watched a ball of hair and dust beneath the chair with a wary eye, sure it moved at least once. “Sima, what have you done?” he grumbled. The bag of cash jutted into his hip uncomfortably from his pajama pocket. His Ward Release sat on Ailen’s chair.

The tone sounded over the intercom, and Razi closed his eyes. “At least that’s not for me anymore.” He started to tune it out until he realized the panicked pitch in Ailen’s nasally voice.

“…checked out some time this morning. Yes, yes she did charge that amount. Oh… Here.”

Paper crinkled and Razi heard the nervous tap, tap of Ailen’s fingers striking his touchscreen.

Something’s way wrong. Sitting up, he reached across and grabbed his Release. Very, very wrong.

Another voice sounded over the com, one Razi didn’t recognize. “You’re sure she’s gone? You’re not hiding her are you?”

Ailen wheezed. “No, she said she had a great time. Wanted to pay up and be on her way. I didn’t know who she was.”

Razi started up the stairs to the office, but at the swing door, he hesitated. Through the one way glass, (comma) he counted six of Irnia’s finest patrolmen. One tapped his stunner on the counter, his eyes barely visible beneath his furrowed, bushy brows. “Which room?” he growled out.

“Seven. Look. You know the drill. I know the drill. Hicklan is a big company. We have rules here and we pay our percentages on time. No cameras and plenty of privacy. This, this Sima chic, she’s not here. She came, she fucked, she went back to her slushy little life. That’s what people want when they come here. Now, please, get out before you scare away my customers.”

“Aw no,” Razi murmured. “No, Ailen, not this time.” He saw the stunner tap a final time and bushy brows turned his back on the attendant. The others did not. A skinny one with a narrow face drew his gun and shot Ailen in the face.

Blood spurted and Razi ran back down the stairs, gritting his teeth. “Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered. “Not good.” He bypassed the office and ran through the janitor’s walkway. Dodging a cart of cleaning supplies, he found the service door and left Hicklan.

Rain beat on the garage roof above and Razi kept walking. At every turn, he hoped he to see Sima standing there safe and chewing her cheek with worry. “You evil, evil woman,” he muttered. “You messed up my whole life.”

Olen Road lay at the north end of the garage and Razi stopped beside it to flag down a shuttle. A green cab came whooshing to a stop and lowered close to the metal so Razi didn’t have to step in the gutter. “Where to?” the driver asked.

Razi sank into the seat and frowned. The young man at the helm needed a shave. and (?) Dark circles lay beneath his wide set eyes. “Can you swing by the exotic pet shop down the street?”

“Sure thing.” A few taps and the shuttle hovered, whizzing around the corner. With the rain coming down (?) so hard, few people shuffled along the walkways. Razi eyed the three police cruisers parked outside Ailen’s.

“Looks like something’s going on there,” the driver announced. “Must be shady if it’s Hicklan’s. They don’t usually get the heat. Everyone knows they pay not to.”

“Guess they didn’t pay on time.” Razi pursed his lips. One of the policemen came out, the card machine and its wiring tucked under his arm. They’re hiding her transaction. Don’t want daddy to know where she was. Especially not a place like that. “Hey, (comma) how much to get me to the Habiri Church on 9th?”

“Be about three kets. Don’t feel like a pet anymore?” The driver quirked a brow in his view mirror.

“No, not now. I (?) Might get busted for buying something illegal. Damn police.” Razi leaned back and watched the horizon as the shuttle hovered along the street. Purple Unangi Mountains rose above the jungle. The driver sped onto the freeway and merged with traffic. Razi closed his eyes. It seemed every time he did so, he saw Sima’s face, her hazel eyes and that seductive pout she made when she watched him. She wanted me. He knew she had and he’d wanted her. Not that it was unusual for him to feel anything for his clients, but Sima. I wish she would have had (?) let me make her finish. The thought turned him on and he smiled despite himself.

The driver turned on the radio and low Akian pop rock mellowed the silence hanging in the air. The drive to Habiri would take a while. Razi looked out the window once more. Time slipped away and soon he saw the manicured shrubs in front of the church. The shuttle dipped and landed, its feet clunking on the street.

“Thanks.” Razi held out the cash and bolted, ready to change his life. He didn’t know any other place to start. The rain slowed to a drizzle, just enough to be annoying. Razi didn’t know his way around the Habiri Church as he’d never been there before (?) never having been there before today, but he guessed the office had to be in it somewhere. He slid the great iron door open and entered. The inner sanctum glittered with candles on every wall. Orange and yellow light flickered over the lines of pews. A woman stood in front of a stone carved icon, praying near the entry.

“Excuse me,” he whispered, tapping her on the shoulder.

She turned and frowned at him. “What?”

“I need to find Sister Lensi.”

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes. “She’s out by the gardens. Just knock twice.”

“The gardens?”

Clearly annoyed, she waved her hand in the direction of a side door. “Lensi tends the gardens. She’s always there. Now let me alone.”

Razi sighed and turned. The door led him to a silver walk edged with copper tubing. Walking down it, he studied the garden. It spanned a covered courtyard, sections of it squared off for hydroponics use while other areas held urns and topiaries. Razi came down from the walk and saw a little metal tender’s house. “Aha, there,” he said.

He sprinted to the door and knocked. “Sister Lensi?”

“A moment,” she called out. Her voice sounded the same as he remembered, only calmer, less sultry. The door opened and her narrow face filled the space. Freckles crossed her nose and cheeks. Her verdant eyes widened and her skin went bright pink. “You can’t come here.”

“Relax, Lensi. I need your help.”

She groaned and shook her head. “If the other sisters find out…”

“It’s not like that. Look, I’ve got my Ward Release. No one has to know. I just… I just don’t know where to start and you said if I ever needed help, if I ever needed out... Remember?” He winked and Lensi shook her head.

“Raz, this is my job. If they find out the things I’m into, I’m fired, not to mention the implications if Hicklan gets wind of it.”

Taking a chance, Razi reached out and placed his hand against her round cheek. He touched her lower lip with the pad of his thumb and offered his best charming smile. “Help me, Sister. You’re the only person I know with any heart.”

She closed her eyes and he felt the slow breaths she took in. Just that small caress was sending chills through her. He hadn’t forgotten what she liked or how she wanted to be touched. Lensi backed up and let him in. She looked larger than he remembered, her wide hips showing beneath her plain black dress. “So, (comma) what is it, Raz? How’d you get your Release?” She backed to a chair and sat down, the wood creaking under her ample weight.

Razi glanced over the simple room. Lensi’s bed stood at the far end, beside it an open door that probably led to the bathroom. Her paintings graced every wall, simple works of blooming flowers. “Some woman paid my way out. Lensi, (comma) I don’t know what to do.”

“She bought you?” Lensi eyed Razi with a curious twinkle in her eyes. “Some woman bought you? I knew you were good but…”

He paced the room. “And No, she didn’t buy me; she paid my way out. Gave me walking papers. No one owns me now. I didn’t even sleep with her.”

“Didn’t sleep with me either.”

Razi shook his head, averting his gaze from hers. He knew she’d be laughing over this.

“Oh Raz, it’s not that bad. You look like a caged panther. Just sit down and think. Some woman bought your freedom. Isn’t there anything you want out of life?”

He stopped and stared down at her. “Shit, (comma) Lensi. I never wanted out. You know that. Hicklan was good to me. Life was easy. And now this. I can’t get her out of my head either. I close my eyes and I see her face.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You feel for her? No way.” Lensi giggled a sound that didn’t suit her at all. She shook her head and her auburn hair bounced. “How much time did you spend with her?”

“A night and a morning.”

“Then you can’t love her. You don’t even know her.” Lensi tapped her foot on the polished wood floor. “What’s her name?”

“I can’t tell you.”

Sister Lensi laughed harder then. “You always were a mystery to me, (comma) Raz. So how can I help? You must have some idea if you came to me.”

“I want a job.” He smiled, trying to charm her. “You still work in Oemir Leuj’s gardens?”

“Only the best for that man and I’m the best at what I do. So, (comma) that’s a yes. You want to trim his hedges?”

“You’ll have to teach me how.”

Snorting out another burst of laughter, Lensi stood and held snatched (use one or the other) up Razi’s right hand. “You’ll get blisters. These hands don’t know an honest day’s work. They’re softer than a baby’s bottom.”

“Very funny,” Razi shot back (?) and pulled his hand away. “Can you get me in there?”

“Sure,” she chimed. “I need someone to carry the manure. You want a place to stay too?”

“Yeah.”

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