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  Finally, they reached the outskirts of the town, and Bris walked into a place with a sign that Rev’s implanted translator read as “Vacation Lodge.” The first mate told Cax and Reven to wait outside the building while he made arrangements. Rev stared at the fluffy clouds and the blue sky. There was more oxygen here in the air on this planet than what he was used to, and he started to feel light headed. Bris walked out holding different pieces of paper in his hand.

  “We have a room now. Follow me.”

  Bris lead them around a corner to a row of doors that stretched under a long porch. He looked at the numbers, stopped in front of one of the doors, and opened it with a card inserted into a slot in the door. The three stepped in and Rev took in the room. It was very basic, two beds, some furniture, and a door at the back of the room.

  “Shower’s there,” Bris said pointing to that door. “Go get cleaned up. Cax, come along. We’ll get some food.”

  “Sure thing boss.” The two took off, shutting the door. Sitting on one of the beds, Rev took out his tracker’s pad from the inner pocket of his jacket, and called up Bris’ and Cax’s location. It took a few minutes for the pad to locate a mapping database, and Rev was worried that it wouldn’t find one. While the planet looked like it had basic technology, one could never be sure on a Non-Aligned world.

  Once Rev’s computer had generated a map of his local area, Rev looked up Bris and Cax’s location. They had stopped at a place not far away that appeared to be a place to eat. Rev didn’t know how long they would take, but to maintain his cover he’d better clean up.

  After he turned off his disguise and stripped, he found the shower. He’d seen things like this on different worlds, and he soon got the hang of turning the water on and off. Water to wash with was a luxury, and he wondered if the people of this planet knew how lucky they were. As the warm water beat down his chest, he decided he liked the feeling. In fact, it relaxed his muscles so much, he was beginning to feel another stirring, something he hadn’t indulged in since he boarded that accursed ship.

  Rev heard the front door open, then shut, and heard some high pitched squeals. Leaving the shower running he opened the door a crack to see Cax running his hands over a female. Her skin was the color of dark sugar, and her hair flowed over shoulders in black waves. Cax nipped at her ample breasts through her shirt while she laughed and giggled.

  “Now, sugar,” she said. “You know I need to get the money up front.”

  “In my front pocket,” Cax said quickly, pulling at her shirt and spilling out her breasts.

  “Is that your money roll in your pocket,” she said in a husky voice as her hands moved down his pants. “It seems quite large, very large in fact.”

  “It is. Why don’t you take a look for yourself.”

  “You know what has to happen first.”

  Cax sucked in her nipple and gave it a sharp bite. She cried out and Cax moved his hand to his back pocket and brought out a green piece of paper. He waved it front of her eyes. “Will this do?” he asked.

  She took the piece of paper from his hand, and deftly pulled up her tiny skirt, and pushed down inside a piece of cloth wrapped around her leg.

  “You sure know how to excite a girl!”

  “Enough talk,” said Cax roughly, and he pushed her down to her knees. He opened his pants and pulled them down, his cock popping out thick and straining.

  The girl’s eyes opened wide.

  “That’s huge.”

  “Open up.” said Cax. He put his hands on either side of her face and pressed in, and the woman’s bright red lips opened. He shoved his cock into her mouth, and she gagged. He held his cock there and then pulled back. She took a breath, and he slid forward again. Within another few strokes he picked up the pace, fucking her mouth with force. She moaned, and Cax grunted hard, his cock pumping her face wildly. He stopped with a single last thrust and held himself there.

  Rev shut the door, and put his back to it, breathing hard. When he closed his eyes, his mind flashed images of the scene he had just witnessed. His own cock stood at attention from Cax’s show, but he tried to ignore it. Rev had a job to do, and he tried to focused on it as he dressed and re-engaged his disguise.

  TRACY

  Tracy prepared to climbed into the warm bathtub, rubbing the soft cotton towel over her breasts, down her stomach, and finally between her legs. She allowed the nubby cloth to gently tickle her clit.

  It had been a long time, since before she got her job, that anything other than a towel or her fingers had touched her body. Most of the time she was just too busy, her odd hours making it difficult to go out to meet people.

  If she really wanted to be honest about it, Tracy found that most men didn’t understand her. While she liked stroking OTHER things for a guy, she didn’t have the desire nor the inclination to stroke a man’s ego. And she couldn’t sell out what she wanted just to make him happy.

  One guy had the nerve to say to her, “Geez, Tracy, do you think you could let me be the man?”

  Hell, she thought. If he was the man, he didn’t need to ask permission from me to be it. That was the end of that relationship.

  So she gave up. And when thoughts of sex came up, she was left to her devices.

  Tonight, she let the warm bath she took in preparation for the night relax her body. She played with her nipples, stroking one, then the other nub until each became hard little pebbles. She slicked each breast with fragrant liquid lavender soap, sliding her hand over each one, sending electric shivers through her body and to her groin.

  Her breathing sped up and she need more of everything; more of those delectable sensations and more of the desire that raced up and down her spine. Her ass clenched and her clit tingled. She let one of her hands dip into the soft flesh between her legs while her other hand pinched a nipple hard, sending another jolt of delicious sensation to the region between her legs.

  Tracy parted her legs slightly, to allow her hand to better reach her treasure. She slipped into the daydream of her fantasy man, strong, confident, so self-assured that nothing she ever was would disturb his sense of self. He knew that for him to achieve his ultimate pleasure, he’d have to see to hers. And as thoughts of this mysterious stranger filled her mind, she pressed and rubbed her clit with all the passion she’d imagined her dream lover would.

  When that wasn’t enough to satisfy, she dipped two fingers inside herself, while her other hand stroked her clit. In her mind, it was him caressing her, filling her, driving deep into her heart until she exploded, breaking apart into a thousand points of light like a star gone nova in the depths of space.

  REVEN

  Rev got himself together and peeked out of the door. Cax was spread out on one of the beds, the woman lying under his arm. She wasn’t moving as he stroked her hair.

  “You know,” said Cax, his face turned away from Rev. “You are a fucking pervert, watching like that. You could have come out of there. She would have done you too.”

  “Who’s the pervert? Sex with Non-Aligned species is illegal,” said Rev.

  “Who’s going to stop me? You, tracker?” With a deft move of his hand, Cax turned around. Rev took a sharp breath. Cax’s face looked identical to Rev’s. Was Cax wearing a mask too? Was he going to frame Rev for something?

  Then Rev glanced at the pistol Cax had trained on him. Rev recognized the make of the gun Cax held. It was a tranquilizer pistol.

  Rev stopped short, eyeing Cax warily.

  “What do you mean, tracker? I ain’t no tracker.”

  “Sure you are. You’ve got the reek of the Aligned Worlds Police all around you. We’ve dealt with your kind before.”

  Rev’s eyes narrowed.

  “Ah,” said Cax, “You knew that one. What was he? Friend? Lover? No. Family. Did we meet your brother, perhaps?”

  Rev nodded to the unmoving woman on the bed.

  “Is she going to be okay?” he said.

  “Depends on what you mean by okay. When she wakes, she
’ll have one hell of a rape story to tell.” Cax tapped his head. “Implanted memories, almost as good as the real ones. Just one good sleep cycle, and they’ll be as real to her as her first spanking. And since you’ll be here when she wakes up, the local police won’t mind arresting you for it.”

  “You’re the one who had sex with her.”

  “Yeah, but I wore a condom. And you. Well, once I get you tranquilized, it won’t take long to get your genetic material from you and put it in her.”

  Rev sized up his poor tactical situation. Despite the fact that Cax was stretched out on the bed, the gun in his hand gave him the superior position. A direct attack could end up hurting the woman underneath him.

  As he saw Cax’s finger flick towards the trigger, Rev dove to the floor at the end of the bed. Reaching up, he pulled hard on both of Cax’s legs, causing the other to jerk them back and sit up. Now that the woman was out of immediate danger, Rev launched himself to cover Cax, gripping him hard.

  The disguises on both men slid against each other, like two oils slicks come together, making it hard for Rev to hold onto his opponent. Cax, having the same problems, threw both arms around Rev’s head and twisted, sending both men tumbling to the floor. Rev landed on top, and he pounded Cax’s face with his fists hard, one blow after another until Cax passed out.

  Staring at Cax, Rev disengaged the unconscious man’s holo-disguise, took pictures of the man’s true face, and used the pictures to create a new disguise for himself. He turned and looked in the mirror to see Cax’s face staring at him.

  Satisfied with his work, he switched on Cax’s holo-disguise, and looked at his borrowed face and body on the floor. The two had switched places; Cax now looked like Rev, and Rev appeared to be Cax.

  Looks like your plan worked nearly perfectly. Unfortunately for you, you still got caught, he thought.

  Quickly he searched Cax’s pockets, found what looked like local currency, and, to his surprise, local identification. These pirates didn’t scrimp when it came to their operations.

  He slipped out the hotel door, shutting it firmly, to track the next criminal, Bris.

  TRACY

  The club pounded with the bass of rock music while the dance floor showered with a light show synced to the tunes. Men and women danced with each other, or in a group, and some to their own rhythm. Sweat and alcohol mixed in the air to fuel the patrons’ interests and enthusiasms.

  “I’ll find us a table,” Tracy said. “You get the first round.”

  “What?” yelled Carol over the noise of the club.

  Tracy pointed to herself. “Table!” Then she pointed to Carol. “Drinks!”

  Carol rolled her eyes but started towards the bar. Tracy looked for one of the small tables big enough only to hold a couple drinks, but all were taken. She spotted a couple that looked about to leave, but just as she reached it, another couple slid in.

  Frustrated, she turned back to the bar. She saw Carol in a very animated conversation with a good-looking man. Dark haired, his skin tanned, he leaned over close to her ear. With a smile, he waved the bartender over and signaled for another round of drinks.

  Tracy frowned. That was her drink sitting on the bar, yet she didn’t want to break up what looked like a good thing for Carol. Fuck it, she thought, and she strolled to where Carol stood.

  “Excuse me,” she said reaching in between them to grab the drink Carol had ordered for her. Her shoulder accidentally brushed against Carol’s new friend, and she got the oddest feeling. It was like she was sliding against something electric. Carol smiled at her with a goofy look on her face, and Tracy decided the Carol must be in extreme like with this guy. She shrugged her shoulders and moved off, finding a spot at the wall where she watched the dance floor. Here the music was a little less loud, and she noticed that her ears were ringing.

  As she watched the alcohol-fueled movements of the dancers, another body slid in place next to her, bumping her. For the second time that evening, she experienced an electric sensation and she looked up to see a huge man. Her head only came up to his well-defined chest. She couldn’t help but notice arm muscles that strained his t-shirt. Mr. Hunky’s skin was the same deep tan as Carol’s friend, and his eyes were pools of dark caramel.

  Her eyes dropped below his waist. Aside from having the most deliciously trim hips, he appeared to sport quite a package beneath his pants. She took in a deep breath as her heart picked up its pace.

  Tracy took a long sip of her drink to calm herself. She found it difficult to look him directly in the eyes.

  He stared intently in the direction of the bar, and Tracy followed his gaze. He appeared to be looking at Carol and her friend. She screwed up her courage by clearing her throat.

  “Excuse me,” she said. “Do you know that guy?” His sinfully dark eyes turned to her, and she could swear his nostrils flared. “Because,” she continued her heart thumping in her chest, “he’s with my friend there.”

  “Yes, I know him.”

  “Well, he looks busy.”

  “You should take your friend and leave,” he said his husky voice sending shivers down Tracy’s spine. “He’s making bad plans.”

  “Well, she seems to be up for them.” She suddenly did something completely uncharacteristic of her.

  “Hey, let’s go out on the dance floor.”

  He looked at Tracy, and then towards Carol. “I don’t know to dance.”

  She chuckled, thinking he must have some alcohol in him to talk like that.

  “Neither does anyone else,” Tracy reassured him with a smile. After draining the rest of her drink, she grasped his hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

  The noise, the lights, and the drink shoved her into a different, freer frame of mind. The stresses of her workday melted away. Being inches from adorable Mr. Hunky helped that along.

  He was right - he wasn’t much of a dancer, since he only bobbed up and down paying more attention to Carol and her new friend than his eager partner, but with arms and abs like that, who cared?

  Then Tracy stumbled over her feet and fell forward. He immediately swept her into his arms, drawing her close to his chest. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and he seemed to see her for the first time. His eyes opened wide with surprise.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  “No, don’t be sorry,” he said.

  It felt so good to be in his arms, warm and safe. Tracy slid her arms around his waist, her mind racing ahead of what it would be like to kiss him. She rubbed her head against his chest, like a cat in heat, amazed at how wonderful it was to smell his scent. It was heady, full of musk and sin.

  Right now, judging by the wetness dripping into her panties she could use a little sin in her life. Apparently, from the growing bulge in his pants, he could too.

  “Hmm,” she purred. An urge overcame her to taste him. In fact, it was more than an urge. The more she thought about it, tasting him became a dire necessity. She stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck. She lifted her head, pressing her needy body against him, and pressed her lips to his. His arms were around her now, pulling her to him, his hard muscles pressing into her soft flesh. Her heart beat faster as he lowered his head and met her lips, his tongue reaching out and pushing into her mouth. All thoughts but one left Tracy’s head now. There was only one thing she wanted to do.

  He pulled away suddenly and started walking to an exit sign. Carol and her date had left through the door. Mr. Hunky was following them and she chased after them all. She’d be damned if she was going to be left standing in the middle of the dance floor alone.

  As she opened the door, the cool night air hit her, the brick walls of the city building rising high above them. The alley did have some weak lights. Tracy saw Carol and her date pushed against a wall Her shirt was shoved up above her breasts, her bra pushed aside, and her date sucking on them. Carol groaned, apparently in total agreement with what was being done to her.

  The man glanced up at the sound of t
he door closing and smiled.

  “Good,” he said. “You got one too. How does she taste?”

  Mr. Hunky stood there staring at him.

  “Go ahead. Taste her and see if she’ll meet our needs. You know what the Captain says. The sweeter the meat, the better.”

  “Come on,” said Tracy grabbing his arm. “Kiss me.”

  Mr. Hunky glanced at the pair in the corner and then at Tracy. He pulled her to him closely, giving her a searing kiss. Tracy moaned as her nipples hardened and strained against her smooth bra. He ran his hand over her breasts, and finding those pearls, rubbed one with his thumb, sending shocks up her back. She pushed her mound against his leg and bucked her hips. She’d never felt so hot before and in need of release.

  She touched the space between his legs and felt his cock straining against his pants. Tracy was gripped with the need to have him in her mouth. She loved giving oral, sucking on a cock hard because of what she did. Her hands fumbled to release on his pants, and it tore away like Velcro. She didn’t have time to think about how strange that was because his pants fell away around at his ankles. He wore no underwear and his cock jutted out, long, thick and ready. Tracy, dropping to her knees, fell on it like a starving woman.

  He filled her mouth until his cock pushed against the back of her throat. He grunted and guided her mouth and head with his hands gripping her hair. Tracy bobbed up and down the length of his dick, loving the taste, not minding her gagging. She couldn’t get enough and moved her head and tongue in a wild frenzy as she took all that she could.

  His breathing sped up and he grunted. Rev’s cum shot in her mouth and then down her throat. Normally she didn’t swallow, not liking the taste that much. But this man’s cum didn’t have that bitter edge. It was sweet and creamy, and she sucked it down like she was licking an ice cream bar, leaving not a drop of cum behind.