FaRarra Njokko woke up, pulled the sheets up over her bare chest, and looked around. He was gone… They almost always left… She preferred it that way though. She continued to look around observing her scant articles of clothing scattered across the polished wood floorboards. As she rolled out of her four poster stained mahogany bed, she grabbed a silk robe to cover up her nakedness. As she stood and began to walk, she clutched at her thigh and winced. "I haven't been this sore in a while. I hope he does not come back any time soon." FeRarra continued her laborious pace across the room lending support to herself with the wall.

She traced her finger along the wall catching it on various framed portraits of stunningly beautiful nude female models. Her machinations resulted in the frames tilting precariously off balance. She continued to stride along the wall toward the window. She stopped, parted the silky lace curtains, and looked at the surrounding city. The city of Spes Resurgemus buzzed with life. Ships continually broke orbit and entered atmosphere delivering goods and products to the city. The sunrise broke over the horizon and bathed the cityscape in a orange and red hue. The monolithic structures of the cityscape both reflected the stunning light of the sun and devoured its light on their far sides. Mars had truly become a place of beauty and advancement in the years since the completion of terraforming. The open sky called to FaRarra and the rapidly diminishing stars spoke promises of their return and the hope of new worlds. She then reached up and turned off the digital display, revealing a lifeless blue wall to match the rest of the room.

FaRarra then walked the remaining three paces to the entrance of the bathroom. Stepping off of the smooth wood floor onto the heated ceramic glass floor of the bathroom forced a satisfied moan to escape her throat. She walked up to the sink and the mirror and begrudgingly acknowledged the makeup smeared face that gazed back. This was the same face that had looked back at her almost every morning for the past four years. She reached for the makeup remover and quickly ran the wand over her face. The smeared makeup dissolved as the glowing wand passed over. What stared back at her now was a woman with high cheek bones, tan complexion, button nose, a thin jaw, short eye lashes, and a slight hollow weary darkness below her eyes.

FaRarra stepped into the shower and selected the waterless feature on the touchscreen. She loved to bask in the warmth of a hot water shower, but it was more thorough and hygienic to use the waterless shower. After the last day and night's activities she wanted to be as hygienic as possible. She also knew that she would get into trouble if they found out she had wasted water on herself.

Once done with her shower, she stepped up to the wall across from her bed and fingered the hidden switch. The wall parted in the center and opened to reveal a walk-in-closet. She went first to a chest of drawers that opened upon her approach and displayed an innumerable variety of undergarments that ranged from sheer and lacy to just a string of pearls with a lace waist band. Once she had selected and donned her choice, she then looked to the various outfits hanging in the remainder of the closet. Most were elaborate dresses, and many would not leave much to the imagination. Some had plunging necklines that went past the belly button, while others had a hemline that just barely made it past the wearer's bottom. FaRarra selected an emerald green one with both a plunging neckline and a short hem. The sides of her ample chest and a generous glimpse of her curvaceous bottom could be seen peaking out of the dress. Her last stop was the rack that held all of her high heal shoes. She selected an appropriate pair, slid them on, and let them auto adjust and lock onto her feet. FaRarra stepped over to her vanity and sat before the view screen. Lifting her hand, she cycled through the various makeup style options before settling on one that would accentuate her eyes and would coordinate with the emerald green of her dress. Upon hitting the selector, the vanity burst into action with various mechanical arms whirring into service; applying lipstick, eye liner, and various other cosmetics. After just a few seconds of work, the vanity fell silent and still with the various mechanical arms retreating into hidden recesses.

Now fully dressed and made up, FaRarra Njokko walked back into her beautiful bedroom. As she gazed around, she knew the truth. The beauty around her was all a façade. Of course, the expensive lace curtains only covered a viewscreen. The perfectly arranged rugs and paintings were not her choice of decoration, but a very meticulous and strategic style planned to elicit a certain appetite and desire. The love making that happened in the voluptuous bed was a rotting carcass of what love actually looked like. Even her walk-in-closet was fake in the sense that all of the cloths in it were not hers. They actually were worse than just not being hers. They represented the reality that she was a slave and had to wear them. She hated them.

"Stardust!" Came a voice over the intercom in her room. FaRarra flinched back and then directed her attention to a camera on the celling in the corner of her room. "Why are you just standing and looking around? Get out of your room and get to the lobby. There are some guests arriving in a few minutes and we don’t want them to be disappointed that their favorite little toy is not there." Sneered the voice.

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"Yes sir. I'm heading up right now." FaRarra slightly curtsied toward the camera in her room.

"Wrong camera stupid girl! Do you even care how impolite that looks when you don’t even address the correct camera? What if there had been a customer on the other end instead of me?" FaRarra shuddered as the voice berated her. "Look at the camera With THE GREEN LIGHT ON!" The voice emphasized. Laughing could be heard in the background. FaRarra adjusted her attention to a camera on the nightstand. "Good… Now show how grateful you are for me helping you to be better."

FaRarra made it halfway through a curtsy before being interrupted.

"What lingerie are you wearing? You know how people like the pearl string. Show me!" The harsh voice ordered.

FeRarra waited a second, her finger picking at the hem of her dress. With her head bowed down and her chin touching the top of her chest, she obeyed and lifted up her dress to reveal the pearl and lace panties.

"Good… Good… I have to say Stardust those look great on you." The disembodied voice was dripping with lust. "Now stop wasting time and get downstairs."

….

A group of men and women approached a beautiful stately building. The sun had just reached it and was making its metal alloy shimmer. A man at the front of the group looked back at everyone with a big grin. "I go here all the time. The best part is that you pay at the door and then you get twenty four hours to do whatever you want. They also have the best merchandise on Mars. It is also designed to have the appearance of a respectable hotel with a grand entryway and bar, but the real fun begins once you head down a floor through the official entrance."

The group all began excitedly chattering and sharing what they planned to do with their twenty four hours. They all passed through the main doors, headed straight for an elevator, and rode it down one floor. When they exited, they were greeted by a dark lobby lit by dim calm lights. Security stopped them in the foyer just beyond the elevator. "Before entering or exiting we must do a security check and identity verification." A giant bearded man rumbled. His demeanor revealed no complacency often found in those conducting routine tasks. His eyes were sharp as he took in the entire group. Each of the party were physically searched by another security member and then their palms were scanned to verify identity. The leader of their small group continued to reassure everyone that all of this hassle was well worth it. Once the entire group had been processed they were ushered to a set of thick opaque glass sliding doors. The guard pressed a combination on the wall and the doors slid open. The massive bearded security officer looked at the group and waved his arm forward to them. "Enter the chamber. The doors will lock behind you. Wait half a minute and the doors in front of you will open. Enjoy." He articulated.

The group stepped forward and the doors clapped shut behind them. "This had better be worth it man." Whined one man. Suddenly the gray opaque doors before them shifted color and text began to crawl across its surface. "Welcome to the lap of luxury. There is no greater sin than another so you might as well try them all. Feel no need other than for more." The text faded out and the doors crisply slid open to reveal a luxurious entrance hall.

There was activity all throughout the hall and into the lounge. Women in revealing clothing were sitting with people at the bar or walking around talking to other guests. There were even some shirtless men lounging on sofas toward the back of the room. A man in a comfortable lounge jacket approached the group and welcomed them.

"Hello! I am Jean Baptiste and I am the manager who will be seeing to your every need and fantasy. You have but to ask me and I will try my very best to make your desire reality. As you can see the merchandise is out on the lobby floor interacting with other guests. Feel free to get comfortable here in the lobby, or if you see what you like and would desire private accommodations, we can make that happen. If you like men, women, boys, girls, all of the above, many at once, or one at a time, it makes no difference. Just go and have fun. The next twenty four hours are all about you."

The man in front looked back at everyone and raised his eyebrows as if to say, "I told you this was going to be great". He then turned around and walked toward a woman who was luxuriously strolling through the lobby. She had a deep emerald dress with a plunging neckline that revealed much of her bosom. "Hello beautiful… what's your name?"

"Oh handsome… my name is Stardust, but with a face and body like yours you can call me 'your very own' for as long as you want me."

The man leered, grabbed her breast, and massaged it in his hand. Stardust wrapped her arm around the man's shoulder and seductively whispered into his ear. As she moved away from her whisper she bit on the lobe of his ear and gave a small moan. "Naughty, naughty girl." The man chuckled. He then reached behind and grasped her bottom and gave a sharp squeeze which elicited a luscious smile of pleasure from her. Stardust's wide smile of pleasure never made it to FeRarra Njokko's eyes.