|Blake closed the thick parka and pulled the hood up.|
"This shouldn't take very long," he said. "We'll just find the local
rebel forces and talk them into helping us."
"Yeah, and come back with a murderous robot trying to kill us all like
last time," Vila muttered from inside the teleport alcove. He too was
dressed for harsh cold, as was Avon who stood next to him.
"Certainly not," Avon said. "We know about that one now, this time
it'll be something we don'texpect."
"Oh great," Vila whined.
Jenna put her elbow on the teleport console and rested her chin in her
hand. "Ready yet?" she said.
Blake stepped back into the alcove. "You'll be ready to pick us up
when we ask for it?" he asked.
"Certainly," Cally said. "Just call. As usual."
"Good, good," he mumbled. "Well, put us down."
Jenna nudged a switch, and the three men vanished from view. As soon
as they were gone, she leaned back and put her arm around Cally's
"Well, at least it'll give us some time to ourselves," she said.
Cally kissed her teasingly on the cheek. "I don't know why we keep
them, really," she said.
Jenna sighed a little. "Not to demean your charms, dear, but sometimes
a girl wants somebody with a long, rigid tool pumping between her
Cally looked at the voluptuous blonde.
"I've got a strap-on," she said after a little while.
The freezing wind tore across the desolate landscape, bringing the
temperature down from absurdly low to something Blake'd rather not
think about. The place would've been covered with snow if the planet
had had any substantial amount of water.
"I'm cold!" Vila whined. He was sitting closest to the back wall of the
shallow cave they were hiding in, with both Blake and Avon to shield
him from the worst of the weather. There had been no sign of the local
rebels yet, but that was no surprise. They had arrived with plenty of
time to spare before the scheduled rendezvous. Blake was just about to
snap at Vila when his bracelet chimed.
"Blake here," he said. "What?"
"Blake, it's Jenna. We just sighted a bunch of Federation pursuit
ships coming this way. We..."
"How many?" he interrupted.
There was a slight pause. "Lots," Jenna said.
"Orac says they're a new model," Cally added. "Mark fifteen. With
"What?" Vila exclaimed. "They can shoot at us down here?! I wanna
"Shut up, Vila," Avon said.
"We're breaking orbit," Jenna said. "We'll try to draw them away from
Blake nodded at the bracelet, which brought a subdued groan from Avon.
"Good thinking, Jenna," Blake said. "We'll see you when you get
"Yeah ri..." Jenna got out before she was interrupted by Cally.
"Of course we will. Take care down there," she said. "Liberator out."
For a few moments all that could be heard was the wind howling outside
the cave, then Avon spoke.
"What was that last thing Jenna said?" he asked.
"Probably just some colorful smuggler expression", Blake said. "Why?"
"I have a bad feeling about this."
"You always have a bad feeling about everything,"
"Gee, I wonder why I picked up that habit while associating
with you," Avon muttered, low enough that Blake couldn't hear him.
Cally pushed at Jenna's naked back, forcing her to bend forward and
press her breasts against the flight console. With her other hand she
rubbed the blonde woman's pussy, parting the lips and making sure it
was well lubricated. She adjusted the strap-on harness so the back of
the dildo would put pressure on the right places in her groin, and
she carefully placed the tip of it between Jenna's labia.
"Zen, accelerate forward real fast for ten seconds or so," she said.
"Confirmed," Zen chimed, and both women were immediately forced
towards the back of the flight deck. Cally stopped moving almost
immediately, when her naked back made contact with Jenna's flight
chair. Jenna kept moving, making a loud yelping sound as the dildo
forced its way up her vagina until her buttocks hit Cally's
"Zen, reverse acceleration," Cally said as soon as they stopped.
"Confirmed," Zen chimed again, and the ship set off backwards. Cally
held on for a moment, letting Jenna slide almost entirely off the
plastic penis before she relaxed her grip on the chair and followed
her. Jenna's thighs hit the edge of the console, stopping her. Cally
kept moving until she hit Jenna's ass, pushing the dildo in again.
"Ouch," Jenna said. "These consoles are not padded. Please
don't do that again."
Cally giggled and placed her hands solidly on Jenna's buttocks.
"Sorry. I'll just have to do it the old-fashioned way, then," she said
and started moving her hips back and forth.
"Oh, that's good," Jenna moaned. "Why didn't you tell me you had this
thing until now?"
"I thought you liked the guys!"
Cally slid a hand down Jenna's hip in between her legs. After some
probing she found the hard little nub at the top of her slick folds.
"Moan loudly if you want to go to Space City," Cally said, as she
pushed the dildo firmly in and rubbed Jenna's clitoris at the same
Jenna moaned loudly.
"Well, then. Space City it is. Zen, set course for Space City. Speed
standard by, oh, six or so."
"Confirmed. Course laid in for Space City, speed standard by oh six or
Space City lay in front of the Liberator, looking quite like a cheap
plastic toy. Jenna and Cally stood on the flight deck, looking at it
on the main display. They were both dressed in skin-tight tan leather
pants, loose white blouses, wide black belts and knee-high black
soft boots. They both carried Liberator handguns, and stood side by side
with an arm around the other's waists.
"Looks like a plastic toy, doesn't it?" Cally said.
"And not even the fun sort of plastic toy," Jenna replied.
"What are we doing here, anyway?"
"To have some fun, of course. With the teleport and the speed of the
Liberator, we've got the best escape vessel ever. I just thought we'd
"I take it that your idea of having fun here involves things that the
local authorities might just possibly object to?"
Cally just smiled.
"One large Echtarian Vodka," Cally said to the bartender. "And if
you're about to say that nobody sane would drink that stuff I'd like
to point out that I'm armed and looking for an excuse to start a
Being the sort of guy who likes to survive a day's work, the bartender
poured a large glass of something steaming and opalescent yellow and
handed it over to her. He was standing behind a real, classic bar,
made out of various transparent materials lit up from behind. The
entire establishment followed the same theme -- retro-tacky. In spite
of that, the place was about half full.
Jenna looked surprised. "Cally, you don't drink alcohol," she said.
In a single long gulp, Cally emptied the glass. "Another one, please,"
she croaked at the bartender.
"Not quite right," she went on, her voice almost back to normal. "I
don't drink alcohol often." She leaned closer to Jenna and
did her best to whisper. "I get into such an awfully bad mood
when I do, so I usually avoid it."
"Right... Should I stay sober to take care of us, do you think?"
Cally finished the second Echtarian Vodka even faster than the first.
"Nononono," she said. "That's why it's so great that we have the
Liberator. When things get too exciting we just say the word and Orac
gets us out of it. Wonderful! HEY!"
The last exclamation was aimed at a well-dressed young man who'd just
stepped up to bar next to Jenna.
"I'm sorry?" he said.
"Can I have one of those Echtarian Vodkas?" Jenna asked the bartender.
"And I think you'd better give her a third before she asks for it."
"You're not looking at my friend!" Cally growled at the man. "You
think you're too good for her, or what?"
Jenna received two glasses from the bartender, who'd had them standing
ready. She passed one to Cally and quickly drank one herself.
"Fuck!" she said. "This stuff is foul!"
"Er, no, of course not. I'm sorry if I've offended you in any way, you
are both most attractive ladies..."
"HEY!" Jenna yelled at him from a distance of several millimeters.
"That's my girlfriend you're hitting on!"
"What? I wasn't..."
"AHA!" Cally shouted. "He admitted it! He thinks he's to good for us
hard-working rebel girls!" She pulled out her handgun and pointed it
more or less in the young man's general direction. Several people
sitting at tables towards that end of the room suddenly remembered
urgent business elsewhere.
"Oh, darling," Jenna gushed. "I love it when you protect me
from the nasty males! Bartender, more vodka!"
The bartender placed six full glasses of Echtarian Vodka on the bar
and put a couple of unopened bottles next to them. Having done that,
he hid behind the conveniently bulletproof bar.
The well-dressed man looked distinctly nervous. "What? Protect? Look I
didn't do anyth..."
"Shoot him for me, dear?" Jenna pleaded exaggeratedly, after which she
kissed Cally deeply. Not even trying to see beyond Jenna's head, Cally
fired wildly towards where she thought the young man had last been.
"Anything for you, my love," she said after they'd finished kissing
for the moment.
"How long do you think it'll be before security shows up?" Jenna asked.
Cally looked around. It seemed she'd missed the young man, after all,
since he was curled up on the floor apparently unhurt. Elsewhere in
the room there were overturned tables and chairs, broken glasses and
the occasional pool of blood. Several traces of blood led out the
"Not long now," she said. "And what sort of wimps are these people,
not one of them fired back!"
"Maybe we should proceed to another establishment," Jenna said.
"Right." Cally tried to jump across the bar, but alcohol-induced lack
of coordination made it more of a clamber. Jenna followed, in a
slightly more controlled fashion.
"Hey, bartender," Cally said. The bartender was still sitting under
the bar, watching the yearly Miss Federation contest on a video-slate
and waiting for the commotion to stop.
"You're not supposed to be here," he said.
"So tell us where the back door is, so we don't have to make one
He pointed at the one and only door behind the bar.
"Much obliged," Cally said. "You don't mind if we take a couple of
bottles with us, do you?"
"Look, we're kind of in a hurry here," Cally said to the pale, sweaty
and trembling person in front of her. Jenna thought it was a man, but
it was so far gone into mixed drug abuse that it was hard to tell for
"Yeah, yeah, take it easy, sis, there's not much demand for this stuff
so I almost forgot where I put it already..."
He -- she -- it fumbled among the many pockets sewn on the inside of
his dirty old coat and eventually got out a bag of dried vegetable
"Now," he said, "this stuff is really hard to get out here, so it's
gonna cost ya a bundle, sis."
"Will this cover it?" Cally grabbed the bag and dropped a handful of
diamonds in its hand. It looked at them as if they were a bunch of
"You're gonna kill me, aren't ya?" it said after a few moments.
"Nah," Cally said. "We've got plenty more of those. It's just that the
local security forces are hunting us and we don't really have the time
to make change."
"Yeah, that's the running steps you can hear in the distance, if you
The seedy individual took off at a run, without dropping a single one
of the diamonds.
"What is that stuff?" Jenna asked, nodding towards the just purchased
"Fun stuff. Goes well with the vodka. Let's find somewhere to sit
down. Or, even better, to lie down."
The place was dimly lit and full of sweet-smelling smoke. Bass-heavy
music drowned out any conversation farther than arm's length away, and
most tables were placed between shoulder-high screens. It was, to put
it mildly, a place not to be noticed in. Cally moved through it as if
she'd been born there, discreetly slipping a diamond into a waitress'
cleavage to ensure them a well-placed table and good service. Through
the alcoholic haze, Jenna was starting to wonder when and how Cally
had become so familiar with this sort of establishment. She herself
had been a smuggler for years, and she wouldn't treat this
place with that level of familiarity.
"Ah, here we are."
Jenna snapped out of her introspective moment, and took a swig from
the vodka bottle to help prevent it from happening again. In front of
her Cally threw herself onto a low, wide couch by an equally low
table. There was no other couch or seat in the alcove. Cally moved up
so she had her back resting against what was probably meant to be an
armrest and her legs stretched out. She spread her legs and patted the
area between them.
"Sit down here and lean on me, dear," she said. "And open your blouse
so I can fondle your tits."
Jenna smiled down at her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
"These are what you want?" she asked as she let the garment fall open,
revealing her bare and well-shaped chest.
"And not only those. Come here already!"
She sat down between Cally's legs and leaned back. She felt her
lover's breasts cushion her weight, and her warmth was easily felt
through their two thin blouses. Only moments after she'd settled, the
alien woman's hands were on her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples.
"There is a problem here," she said.
The hands on her breasts stopped moving. "What?" Cally said.
"I'm sobering up."
"Oh my, that is a crisis. Waitress!"
The dark-haired and curvaceous waitress that Cally had given the
diamond to appeared as if by magic.
"Get us a few bottles of Echtarian Vodka and a water pipe, will you?"
"Certainly, mistress. What do you want in the pipe?"
"Nothing, if possible. Something cheap to throw away, if not."
"I could put Terran Brown, which is basically scented sawdust, on the
bill and not bother to actually put it in, if that's all right? We're
not allowed to give out empty pipes, you see."
"Fine. And do it quick, woman, we're getting sober here!"
Jenna watched as Cally poured half a bottle of the yellowish vodka
down her throat.
"How can you drink that stuff?" she asked. "It tastes awful."
"No it doesn't," Cally said hoarsely. "It tastes like home."
Jenna blew a smoke ring towards Cally's face. "Remind me never to go
to Auron," she said.
Cally put the bottle down, bent forward and kissed Jenna deeply at the
same time as she caressed her still unclad chest. She kept the kiss
going for a long time, long enough for Jenna to entirely forget what
she was thinking before.
"I think we could make you feel welcome there," she said after she'd
broken the kiss.
"Welcome where?" Jenna mumbled. "Don't stop now."
Cally laughed. "Like that, do you, my sweet?"
There was a gentle cough from the foot of the couch. Both women lying
on it looked up.
"Can I... do something for you?" the waitress asked. Her gaze was
quite obviously hovering around Jenna's breasts.
Jenna started to say something when Cally put a hand over her mouth.
"Yes, actually, you can," she said. "But it goes quite outside your
usual duties, so I think we'd have to pay you rather extravagantly for
"Yes...?" The waitress sounded hesitant.
"You see, my friend here is getting quite... tense. Now, the way we're
lying I can't reach most of her, and it'd be a terrible bother to move
around. So if you could pull down her pants and do whatever you can to
relieve her tension? Perhaps?"
They could both see the waitress' nipples hardening under her rather
too tight top as Cally spoke.
"I could hardly charge for helping a lady in distress," she said as
she sat down between Jenna's feet and started to undo her belt and
"Well," Cally said as a Jenna's dark blonde pubic hair became visible.
"We will just have to leave you a generous tip, then."
Jenna looked on over Cally's hand, entranced, as the waitress pulled
down her pants and panties as far as they'd go. With some persuasion,
they and the tops of her boots all bunched up at her ankles. She
spread her knees wide and a shiver of pleasure went through her as the
waitress softly slid her fingertips up the insides of her thighs. When
she reached the top she hesitated only for the brief moment she needed
to find the blonde smuggler's opening before she slid two fingers into
her very wet vagina. If not for Cally's hand over her mouth, she
would've moaned out loud.
"So tense she's almost dripping," the waitress said. She moved herself
up the couch a bit, bent down so her mouth reached Jenna's sex,
keeping her fingers inside of her all the while. When in position, she
began to slowly slide her fingers in and out, slowly probing the
insides of Jenna's vagina for the spots that gave the strongest
"Let me hear your pleasure, love," Cally whispered in her hear. She
took her hand away from Jenna's face, reached for the pipe's
mouthpiece. She inhaled deeply, then blew it out into Jenna's mouth as
she gathered air for another loud gasp. Jenna almost immediately felt
the effect. Colours grew more vibrant, sounds louder, touches
stronger. The club's music seemed to beat in time with her pulse, the
sensations the waitress was provoking in her sex were almost to strong
to bear. She moved her hips, wanting more, more pressure, more
movement, more sensation. She closed her eyes. The fingers in her
moved faster, and she felt warm breath caressing her tender flesh for
a moment before something warm and moist suddenly slid up her wet
slit, starting just above where the lovely fingers entered her and
ending up at her hard, sensitive clitoris. Vaguely, in the distance,
she heard herself screaming for more, much more. She brought her legs
up, trying to get the waitress closer to her.
"My, I never knew you could be so loud," she heard Cally say,
but it was distant, unimportant.
Teeth gently gnawed on her clitoris, and she felt an orgasm starting
to gather somewhere inside. While the teeth held the tender little nub
in place the tip of a tongue worked on it, and the orgasm swelled,
grew to infinite size in a moment and swept away all other sensation.
When it ebbed away, she collapsed into near-total relaxation. She felt
her lover stroke her cheek, and the waitress' weight rested on her
"Cally?" she said.
"Yes?" came the reply.
"If she follows me home, can I keep her?"
"It gets easier if you pinch your nose."
The very recently resigned waitress, whose name turned out to be Naari,
looked doubtfully at Jenna and then at the glass in front of her. She
was sitting on the couch, with a dressed Jenna next to her and Cally
"In over a year of working here, you two are the only ones I've ever
seen actually drink this," she said. "Usually, they just
bring it in on a dare and leave it sitting in the glass. So we pour it
back in the bottle and sell it again. Some of this stuff I think we've
sold fifteen or twenty times."
"No wonder it tastes like it does!"
"It is not as bad as you make it out!" Cally protested. "It's
just an acquired taste."
"If I acquired a taste like that, I'd demand a refund," Jenna said.
"You're just jealous. Let me out of here, I've got to go to the little
girls' room." Cally clambered out of the alcove behind Jenna's and
Naari's backs and vanished into the smoke and darkness.
Jenna shrugged. "She's an alien. Who knows."
Naari sipped at her drink and grimaced. "So, what do you guys do when
you don't have sex in nightclubs?" she said.
"Well, we used to do this sort of rebel thing where the boys went off
and tried to fight the Federation while we stayed behind and had sex,
but we've decided to dump that and go in for a lifestyle of solid
"Cool. Can I join?"
"I thought you already did?"
Cally returned, placing herself in the outermost spot and motioning at
the other two to move in.
"That was quick," Jenna said, suddenly suspicious.
"Yeah, they answered right away. We got any vodka left?"
Jenna and Naari both looked at Cally. "I thought you were going to the
bathroom," Jenna said after a moment.
"Huh? No, the communicator booth. You know, where little girls go to
tell on each other to the guardians." She poured herself another glass
of vodka and took a deep hit from the pipe.
"You come from a weird place," Naari said.
"Who did you call?" Jenna asked.
"Space City security. They're quite eager to get us, it seems.
Something about them not liking other people with guns. I think that
was why they answered the call so fast. They should be here any minute
Jenna looked at Cally. "What?" Cally said. "I said I wanted a fight!
The other bar doesn't even count as target practice, I wasn't even
looking while I was firing."
Jenna sighed. "Oh well. I think we'd better get Naari a bracelet and a gun."
"This isn't your table!"
The short red-headed waitress looked evilly at Naari, who was
peacefully sitting in the booth closest to the entrance.
"None of the tables are, any more," she replied. "I just quit."
The red-head looked surprised. "Really? Got another job, or are you
just gonna starve?"
There was a strange sound just behind her, and two women walked past
her and sat down. One of them, a blonde, was buttoning her blouse.
"You're absolutely insatiable!" she said to the other one.
"Here," the other one said and tossed a wide, brown bracelet and a
gun-looking thing with a power-pack to Naari. "Put them on."
She turned to the blonde. "Nobody's even tried to satisfy me
today, so it doesn't matter if I'm satiable or not, does it?"
Naari looked at her ex-colleague. "I've been hired as their sex toy,"
she said, indicating the two newcomers.
The waitress looked at them. "Yeah, well, gotta be better than working
here. You wanna order anything?"
"Get real. I know what this place serves."
"Yeah, well, one of your new bosses has been drinking Echtarian Vodka."
"That's her problem."
"Whatever. Just holler if you change your minds." She sauntered off.
The three sat there for a while, waiting for something to happen.
"Are you sure they're coming?" Jenna asked. "I'm getting tired of this."
"Me too," Cally said. "Remind me never to wait for Major Godot again.
Let's go home."
"Zen, this is Naari. She can give orders as long as they don't conflict
with mine or Cally's."
"Confirmed," Zen said, his lights flashing idly.
Naari looked around. "So this is your ship," she said. "It looks a
Jenna sat down on the couch. "It was built by aliens. It's a small
wonder it's no stranger than it is."
"So," Naari said, looking a little nervous. "What do we do now?"
"I'm terribly horny," Cally said. "The vodka and the smoke does that
to me, and I didn't even get to kill someone."
"That's my cue, isn't it?" Naari said. She didn't wait for a reply,
but just grabbed hold of Cally and kissed her deeply while fondling
"Mmm, yes," Cally said when they came up for air. "Good start. Keep it
Naari squeezed Cally's cloth-covered breasts. "You're pretty worked up
already, aren't you?" she asked.
"That's what I just said, isn't it? Why?"
"Then I can go straight for the heart of the matter," Naari said and
tore Cally's blouse open. She quickly proceeded to get her pants open
and pulled down as far as they'd go while she was still standing.
"Want help?" Jenna said from the couch.
Naari cupped Cally's now-naked breasts with her hands, roughly rubbing
her nipples. "No, I think I'll be fine," she said. She half lifted,
half pushed Cally onto the edge of the nearest console. Kneeling in
front of her, she pulled off her boots and pants and spread her legs
widely. Without the slightest hesitation, she put her mouth to the
alien woman's sex and pushed her tongue in between the wet folds.
"Oh yes, good girl," Cally gasped. She put her hands on
Naari's head and pulled it more firmly into her groin. Naari's hands
played with the backs of Cally's thighs and her buttocks, caressed the
sensitive flesh below her vulva, all while her tongue still worked at
Cally's face wore an expression of utter bliss. "Very, very good
girl," she panted. "I just wish this could last a lot longer than it's
going to do..." She let go of Naari's head, leaned back and put her
elbows on the console to support herself.
"Force wall activated," Zen said.
"What?" Jenna said.
Naari slipped a couple of fingers into Cally's vagina, found a magic
spot and rubbed it hard.
"OH YES!" Cally yelled. She was trembling all over, and her
sweat-slick elbow slid over the console's surface.
"Neutron blasters armed and ready to fire," Zen said.
Jenna got up from the couch. "Er, guys, I don't think you should be
doing that there..."
Naari kept rhythmically licking and rubbing, Cally made louder and
louder noises and moved about more and more.
Jenna wasn't sure what to do. "Hey, look," she said, to absolutely no
With a wordless scream, Cally came. She threw her head back and fell
helplessly the last little distance onto the controls. The entire ship
shook as all its blasters fired repeatedly while Cally twitched in
orgasmic spasms, until she finally relaxed and slid bonelessly to the
"Wow," she gasped, quite out of breath. "It felt like the entire ship
moved under me."
Jenna stood turned to the viewscreen, looking at the debris that had
until a few moments ago been Space City.
"Ah well, it was an ugly place anyway."
Cally sat in between Jenna and Naari in the couch on the flight deck,
still dressed in nothing but her torn-open blouse. She did her best to
sound as if she didn't care, but didn't quite succeed.
"It was full of Terra Nostra thugs and drug addicts. Good riddance to
the place." Naari did sound genuinely uncaring.
"Where do we go now?" Jenna asked.
"We didn't get to do any gambling here," Cally said.
"You never said you like gambling?"
"I don't, but it's a good excuse to pick fights."
"I'd rather pick up cute women."
"Freedom City, then," Naari said. "They've got a large casino and
plenty of bars. A friend of mine works there."
Jenna and Cally looked at each other.
"Fair enough," Cally said. "Zen, set course for Freedom City, speed
standard by, oh, something suitable to get us there by tomorrow night.
I want to sleep in tomorrow."
"Confirmed," Zen said. "Course for Freedom City laid in, speed
standard by oh something suitable to get us there by tomorrow night."
"I shouldn't have let them fend for themselves like that!" Blake
whimpered, tears running out of his eyes and freezing on his cheeks.
"Because I wasn't there to help them, the Federation killed them!"
Avon didn't even look up. He was busy trying to connect his handgun
power pack to the heater elements in his parka, to buy some time before
he froze to death. After Blake and Vila had frozen to death, he
planned to use their power packs to buy himself even more time.
"You don't know that," he said. "Maybe the Liberator was damaged badly
enough that it'll take some time for the autorepair circuits to make
it flight-worthy again. They could be here any minute."
"No they won't," Vila said glumly. "They've ditched us here to die."
He had smashed a bottle of Adrenaline and Soma and was licking at the
frozen green contents like a lollipop. "We're done for, we are."
"The local rebels will be here soon," Blake said. "You'll see. They'll
save us. For sure. Besides, it'll get warmer once the sun rises."
Avon looked up. "The sun here doesn't rise for another two hundred
and nineteen days."
"That's ridiculous," Blake said. "The local day of Geligis VIII is
only about thirty standard hours long."
"That may well be, but you said to go to Geligis IX, and here
the local day is almost six hundred standard days long!"
"Did I say nine? I meant to say eight."
Avon and Vila looked silently at him.
"I never could keep those straight," Blake mumbled. "Sorry about that,
guys. My mistake."
Outside, the freezing wind howled.