Space Ambassador: Murder on Tau-Ninety-Two: An Erotic Science Fiction Mystery

By Portia Valor

Nicola arrives on Tau-ninety-two for her first posting as an ambassador, expecting to learn from the senior members of her embassy. Instead, she finds a murder mystery.

Now Ambassador Worth is conducting interrogations of the aliens as only she can... Every encounter is a pleasurable adventure sending her toward the truth.

If you enjoy wildly entertaining erotica that will leave you with a smile, pick up Space Ambassador: Murder on Tau-ninety-two now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.M. Baumgartner
• Release date: Mar 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005908171

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Nearly weightless as we go through final docking maneuvers, I look through the port next to me and stare at the spinning ring glittering in a backdrop of stars. From this distance I could imagine the different levels of the station — closer to the center for delicate low-grav species like the Ewsk, and progressing out to the rim where the Olgeri rumbled. As a human, I'll have quarters in the outer third.

Tau-ninety-two. My new home.

I'm actually here. Somehow I've conned my way into the Terran Diplomatic Corps and I am here. I straighten my shoulders and flip a strand of blue hair away from my face, imagining a multi-species cocktail party. Ambassador Nicola Worth, at your service. What's that, you say? Mining rights on the Chtiri asteroid belt? Of course we can discuss it, but what are you willing to offer in return?

That's where my imagination falters. In truth, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'll be the most junior ambassador in the most insignificant embassy in known space. After the fiasco with my academy exit exam, I think they would have sent me to the most insignificant embassy in unknown space if that had been a choice, but it wasn't. So here I am.

Now that I am here, I'll have plenty of time to figure out how things work. My bosses are legends in the field. Ambassador Chen negotiated the first truce with the Olgeri decades ago, and Ambassador Rodriguez was part of the first contact team for the Ische. I'll be learning from the best. Or at least, they were the best a while ago. I'm not quite sure why they've been relegated to Tau-ninety-two.

Never mind. I'll learn everything they have to teach me and try not to screw up so badly they send me back to earth.

When we finally dock — in the lowest gravity area — I grab my day bag and join the other disembarking passengers, mostly Cewests rotating in on service contracts. They wave polite greetings to me as they head off to their assignments, all six arms already busy sending messages and weaving their next set of clothes and everything else they stay busy with. I'd hoped to get to know them on this last leg of my journey, but they hadn't sobered up enough to talk until just before we arrived.

My skin tingles in the decontamination scan. In a good way. In a really good way. Holy shit, that thing is amazing. I have to force myself to keep moving. I wonder if I can get one of those installed in my quarters. How long should I wait before I ask? Probably at least three days. Maybe two if I can come up with a good excuse.

And then I'm in the arrivals area, my posture perfect, a polite smile on my face as I prepare to meet my new bosses. Surely they'll come greet me in person. Around me there are aliens of every color and shape, and a fair number of robots, but no humans. Right. Maybe they've been unavoidably detained.

Ambassador Worth? The deep voice comes from behind me, and I bolster my nervous smile before I turn around.

Call me Nicola, please. I've already started the sentence by the time I register I'm talking to a humanoid robot. Okay, that's a little awkward since they seem to prefer to use titles for people, but I guess the robots can call me Nicola if they want to.

It ignores what I said, plucks my bag out of my hand, takes my elbow, and pulls me down a hallway. This corridor is full of colorful planetary scenes, but I don't have a chance to look at any of them. Ambassador Worth, this way, please. The embassy only has ten minutes to begin negotiations or a default judgement will be put in place.

I... Negotiations... What? I let the robot pull me into a transport tube pod. Gravity is abruptly stronger as we accelerate.

The robot pushes a neural transfer band against my forehead before I can stop it, and suddenly I know everything about three Ymast warriors who have been caught spying on a tiny human colony in this sector. The humans have been cutting off tentacles and sending them to the Ymast generals, demanding payment for the return of the warriors.

That sounds bad. I mean, it is bad, obviously, especially since humans don't have the best reputation to begin with, but the Ymast have hundreds of tentacles and damaged ones eventually grow back. Still, the Ymast are touchy about that sort of thing.

This isn't the first time Ymast warriors have been caught spying, but as far as I know, every other time, the Ymast horde has disavowed all knowledge of them and let the humans chop them up or send them out the airlock or whatever we did with spies.

This time the Ymast are threatening all-out war.

I probably don't need to tell you what a disaster that would be. Like I said, humans don't have the best reputation to begin with. We have a few allies, but most of them are of the nobody else will be our friend, so I guess we're stuck with you variety. And none of them