Serving My Sentence

By Sibley Pandora

War rages across the galaxy while Isabella seduces soldiers for their hard-earned cash to pay the bills. Soon caught and booked, Isabella is sentenced for her crimes and sent to the front lines of battle to please the desires of soldiers who fight a war against a supernatural threat. Facing an unknown future, Isabella doesn't see the point of pleasure without a little fun. If she's going down, she's going out with a bang and a smile.

Isabella uses her determination and courage to learn new skills and confront the threat she can no longer ignore. Shaken by an uncertain future, she is forced to confront the reality of her dangerous circumstances when the war takes a turn for the worst.

Serving My Sentence is a science fiction and fantasy story containing steamy, raunchy, carnal encounters. This book has serious spice; You're diving head first into a titillating and risqué adventure. Happy ending guarenteed! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sibley Pandora
• Release date: Mar 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224256716

Book preview

Chapter 1

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Isabella slipped into her black lace underwear, restless, wanting to get the hell out of there. What if he woke up? Shit. Did this guy have a gun? Probably. No time to check. Stacy’s hand drooped lazily off the side of the bed, right where she left him. She slid his golden officer’s ring right off his sweaty finger; her hand tingled with adrenaline.

She tiptoed over his Federation blue officer’s jacket and crept into the living room. Her amber colored eyes fell to her black lace bra on the couch where the fun really got out of hand. She heard Stacy moan on the bed which caused Isabella’s heart to race. She pressed her back against the wall and looked towards the door: her final obstacle.

Thinking back to last night, Isabella knew that she was going to sleep with him the moment he sat next to her at the bar, smiled a big toothy grin, and said, My name is Stacy. What’s your name, cherry? He showed her pictures of his combat buddies in a trench on some faraway desert planet; it stirred up a chain-smoking girl like Isabella so she sipped on whiskey and let him talk until he finally said, I don’t normally do this, but do you want to come back to my apartment?

She didn’t answer him back right away because there was something on his finger that distracted her; A golden officer’s ring, with a big fat ruby in the center, shimmered on his pinky finger. It even looked beautiful under the purple neon bar lights. Not even the drunken ramblings and arguing of the others crammed into the Blue Whale bothered her. She had her man, but if she couldn’t steal his ring, he was cute and she wanted a midnight snack.

They drank rum and sodas on the couch of his apartment while she listened to him talk about one of his past tours in some far away part of Dominion space. Her neck muscles twitched as she looked for the exit, only one, the front door; maybe the windows if she had to. By the third, she felt comfortable enough with him to sit right next to him even knowing what she was about to do.

She loved to hear about battles in far away solar systems and she could have done it all night, but after the fifth beer his blue eyes kept drifting down to her breasts and he didn’t even bother to correct himself when she cleared her throat; she was fine with it because that meant her eyes could drift down to the small fortune on his finger.

It gave her chills when she brushed her hand across his ring. Who had gems like that in this economy? How many late nights could that buy, how many trips through the quantum gate? Hundreds, for sure. If Stacy didn’t spend most of his time admiring her breasts then he may have noticed that she was up to no good. She wore her cut open top with no bra because she knew that this look tempted the devil. She lived for seduction and used it to lure men like Stacy into her delicious trap. They trusted her and she stole the platinum right out of their crumpled jeans. You’re missing your wallet? It’s back at the bar, she would say. You can check in the morning. They probably thought, why would the lay of their life steal from them? Who cares? She left them hot and empty; the universe is a big place, so she never stuck around to ask and never saw them again.

Well, mostly.

While at the bar, she inched her hand up his leg. Other people watched, she didn’t care. She grabbed his collar and smashed her lips into his. The night started as a romantic comedy and ended as an erotic romp, a cherry on top of an already awesome week with two other successful scores.

When they got to his apartment, she planned to tease Stacy for a little bit to loosen him up like she did for everyone. She danced for him and let him squeeze her ass. She fantasized about his touch. She sat on the couch with him. His gaze explored the curves of her breasts, up to her neck, and hovered around her lips, then he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Isabella’s breathing became more audible, escaping as they kissed. Using her fingernail, she traced above his ear and whispered, I want you.

Stacy seemed so tinder at the bar; he told her that he was on vacation for a couple of days and would return to his men the following day. He obviously led soldiers but she wondered if he was a boots on the ground kind of soldier, or did he command from an office? He had smooth hands but he definitely worked out. She pressed her hand into Stacy’s chest to feel the guns. Big guns. Sitting on his lap, she grabbed at his hair and kissed him some more.

He grabbed her thigh and pulled her on top of his lap.

She peeled off her shirt and placed her hand on Stacy’s chest. His heart beat rapidly. Stacy unhooked her bra and tossed it across the room. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb which sent tremors down her stomach. She pulled away from him and maintained prolonged eye contact, but he broke it when he kissed her on her neck. They soon found their lips again so she slid her tongue into his mouth. They piloted their tongues while she grinded on his lap. He swelled against her lace panties. Blood rushed from her hips down to her toes.

His tongue stroked her areola. Her finger twitched to the electric sensation. She tingled in all sorts of places. Stacy squeezed her butt and moaned in delight.

She climbed off of him and pulled off his trousers, tossing them. He slid out of his briefs and flung them. She ran her hands down her sexy body and looked at Stacy, tempting him with what’s to come. She danced for him, naked. She couldn’t stay still. Her insides resonated with erotic desire, She closed her eyes and danced like she was the only girl in the world.

Come closer, said Stacy.

Isabella swung around to see Stacy standing in front of her, wearing a condom. Isabella pressed her hand into his chest and guided him backwards. He sat back down on the couch. Oh? he said.

She climbed back on top of him and straddled him. She guided the tip of him into her. Her body twitched in pleasure, he filled her up and consumed her. Stacy grabbed onto her ass and guided her up and down. Fuck. She attached her forehead to his. She soaked in the pleasure, her mind blurred or more of him.

She ran her nails across his chest, accidentally catching one of his chest hairs with her pinky finger. She played with his chest hairs, losing herself in his determined blue eyes, locked with hers. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she moaned, tightened around him, and orgasmed on his lap.

He squeezed on her breast and maintained his momentum. She knew he was close. Fuck, he said, looking around frantically. She’d seen this look before.

I want you, she said.

Stacy pumped his hips, slowly, which she absolutely loved; he released inside of her and said, You sexy nymph, you feel so good on me. When he pulled out, Isabella climbed off of him and allowed him to stand and walk to the bathroom, but instead he fell onto his knees and then onto his back on the floor. His sweaty chest huffed and puffed. A satisfied grin crept onto his face as he reached over into his pants pocket and pulled out a fresh condom.

Are you sure that you’re ready for more? she said.

Answering the challenge, Stacy rose to his feet, hard again.

Isabella laid down on the couch and opened her legs for him. Stacy walked up to her and held onto her thighs. He licked his thumb and smothered it over her nipple, then slid it down onto her clit and applied a little pressure. She wanted to anchor to his fingers with every rub. Her toes curled up and stretched out; he made her lose control. She grabbed her breast, Fuck, I’m– she whimpered. She didn’t know how to complete the sentence.

Stacy pulled out, heaving and panting, dripping in sweat. Did she kill him?

Her fingers slid between her legs. She wasn’t going to let the good feeling that she had go to waste so she grabbed her breast with her free hand and rubbed herself, eyes closed as she imagined Stacy pulling himself back into her.

To her great delight, Stacy’s hands wrapped around her legs.

I’m sorry, that was rude, he said. I’m a little dehydrated. Let me finish you off.

She blinked her eyes at him like an innocent school girl.

He slid himself inside of her. She arched her back. He moved his hips and she squeezed her breasts. He placed a light thumb on her clit and applied gentle pressure. He held onto her leg and used it as an anchor point to pull himself into her.

Faster. . . said Isabella.

He picked up the pace. She surrendered to desire.

Right there, she said.

An overwhelming warmth spread across Isabella’s body; she squeezed her breasts and orgasmed. Oh–soldier, er–fuck–Mmm, she said. He stayed true with his own mission to accomplish. He maintained a steady tempo until his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He pulled himself into her and released everything. Mmm, moaned Isabella.

Stacy walked to the can and trashed his condom.

She ran to the bathroom to wash off, then returned to the couch and sat next to Stacy. They shared their pulsing heat, breathing heavy and enjoying a oneness of connection.

People fight wars over sex that good, said Stacy.

That was the last thing he said before he went to bed and has been sleeping like a big happy dog every since.

Still hiding in the living room, a crack in the window carried a cool breeze into the apartment that tickled the bottom of her butt. She turned to look in at Stacy to make sure he was still sleeping; the puppy dog soldier that she was about to rob. Oh well. She didn’t feel too bad about it. Most guys never reported her, anyways, but there was always the chance. She drained him in a fraction of the ways she knew how, hopefully it was good enough to make him forget all about his ring.

With Stacy’s ring in her pocket, she had what she came for. She slipped into her clothes but it was cold so she grabbed one of Stacy’s sports coats from the rack next to the door. She zipped up Stacy’s jacket and left his apartment.

Where was she, again?

Dozens of soldiers in neat blue Federation uniforms crowded the street. She curled her shoulders forward and clutched her arms to her chest.

This is it.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Why is nobody arresting her?

She peeled her eyes open. An alleyway stretched between two apartments across from her. Maybe she could run for it, or maybe she could slip back into Stacy’s apartment and find another way out?

As she thought about it, she realized that none of them were paying her any attention. Blue suited soldiers and officers walked out of limestone brick townhouses, most walking in groups. She looked down the street to see barbed wire running along the top of a wall that poked just above the tallest townhouse.

Her gut sank.

When she rode home with Stacy in the rideshare, she missed the fact that they landed in a base connected to a Federation Space Port.

Convoys of shuttles flew across the blue overhead skies, some flying low enough to whip up a gust of cold air that blew into Isabella’s face as she looked around,