AMISHI, and the New Office Collegues, KUNTAL, HARSHAL & HAMID entered her bedroom. Amishi couldn’t rip her gaze from all men as they stripped their ...ants off. HARSHAL turned to KUNTAL, HAMID and the HOT AMISHI and roared, “Memsaab, We Three Will Show You How a Woman gets AIR TIGHT Tonite.”Talk about turning her on. Their words and the visions they evoked already had her hot and bothered. She winked, her lips curving into a smile. “Then let’s get this PARTY started.”AMISHI felt her excitement. It didn't seem fair. She was a "nice girl". Everyone told her so. She had sex only a few times in her life, and wasn't the type to use her killer looks to take advantage of guys. She was the type who was embarrassed about letting anyone see her bare feet, let alone any more of her. She only wore one piece bathing suits in public and would get covered up at the first signal of male attention. Why couldn't this be happening to Dana? That little slut would probably be in her glory with all this. He was greeted by the sounds of construction. A dozen of the dark-furred aliens were hammering and sawing at a log wall, their leather belts and vests laden with all kinds of alien tools suited to Araxie purposes. There were a few UNN engineers in their yellow overalls hovering nearby, overseeing the work, and giving pointers here and there. It was the dead of night, and so they were shining low-powered torches from their helmets, creating enough light to see by without bothering the Araxie. Of. Taking stock of the situation, he moved experimentally and turned his face away from the dirt. The little harpy had hogtied him most effectively. He glanced around, finding no trace of her, save the blanket from her bedroll he’d used to cover them as they’d slept.He decided she was the perfect woman, except that she wasn’t much use for knots. Any woman who could make such fine bourbon was perfect in his mind. It didn’t hurt that she was smart as a damned whip and pretty to boot. He freed.