Then it happened. To everyone’s surprise, Slobbers outright exploded. Gunk and goop went flying everywhere in the office, covering all the surfaces in a fresh layer of stinky sludge. Regan, Straya, Calico, and Tookie weren’t spared, covered from head to toe.
“He slimed me,” Regan said. But of course no one else got the reference.
“How did you know to do that?” Tookie asked in awe, slime shooting from his body as he jumped with excitement. “That guy has been squeezing me for years!”
“Class C instinct,” Regan replied without missing a beat. He realized how impressed all of them were, and likely how intimidated Tookie was. Now was his chance to take full control.
He walked up to the desk and rested his hands on it, looking Tookie in the face. He said, “And unless you too want to feel what my instincts are capable of, I suggest you answer Straya.”
Straya stepped forward and also put her hands on the desk.
“I know you have some mob connections,” she said. “So tell us how we can get in touch with Salvato. No questions asked.”
Tookie nodded and raised an arm as if expressing a willingness to cooperate.
“Okay, sure,” he said. “While I’ve never been in contact with him personally, I’ve got connections. I’ll pull some strings. You have my word on it. Give me your communications code and I’ll let you know what I can find out.”
Calico then stepped forward and put her bound hands on the desk and gave him the number. Tookie seemed surprised by the prisoner giving him directions, but at this point, he was willing to accept anything.
Once he had their communications code, they started to leave the office, dripping sludge with each step. Regan paused at the door and looked back at Tookie.
What could one more dash of intimidation hurt?
“Oh, and Tookie,” he said. “You’re welcome.”
Regan left the office with a grin on his face.
Chapter Eleven
Regan, Straya, and Calico returned to the ship as a slimy disgusting mess. They were dripping with goop from head to toe. Arkei halted them at the door before they entered the bridge.
“Um…” she started with an arm raised. “What happened to the three of you?”
“You don’t want to know,” Straya answered.
“We just had ourselves a little situation is all,” Regan said. “But I want to get out of here fast.”
“What’s the rush?” Arkei asked.
“Our cargo is too hot to sit around here while we wait for Mr. Tongue to get Salvato’s contact info. Not to mention this Tookie tongue guy seems to attract trouble.”
“I agree,” Calico said. “He has our communications code. He can contact us.”
It was the first time Calico spoke as part of the team, and Regan liked it. He liked the way she handled herself inside the filling station as well. But he knew that she still wanted the data cube for her own cause, so he would have to keep the lines of honest dialogue open between all of them.
“Arkei, can you get us out of here?” Regan asked.
“Sure thing, Captain. But I don’t know how to operate the FTL controls.”
Calico was about to walk over to the pilot’s chair but stopped herself because of the dripping goop. She pointed to a series of controls to the left of the pilot’s controls.
“That lever starts the sequence,” Calico said. “The button on the bottom is where you input the coordinates. The button in the center locks them into place pending no problems, and the button on top will fire up the FTL drive. After that, drop the lever down to punch it.”
Arkei shrugged her shoulders as if that was simpler than she thought.
“We can also do a micro jump,” Calico continued. “Which I recommend given our time frame. We should just jump anywhere now and worry about a better jump location after.”
Arkei gave her an appreciative nod. “Well, I’ll get us going. Meanwhile, the three of you should get cleaned up. You smell horrible!”
Regan agreed, as he’d been trying to ignore the smell this entire time. He remembered the shower in the captain’s suite and mentioned this to Straya.
“It’s big enough,” was her simple reply.
Regan watched as Straya led Calico out of the room and down the hallway.
Well… why not?
Straya led Calico to the shower in the captain’s suite and was surprised that she hadn’t seen it before.
“I thought you knew this ship inside and out?” Straya asked.
Calico seemed shy about it, but shrugged her shoulders.
“Mephistopheles liked it when I gave myself cat baths,” she said. Her usual coyness disappeared and now seemed to be replaced with embarrassment. “And besides, Mephistopheles had never taken it that far with me. I haven’t seen the master suite at all.”
“Well, don’t be shy,” Straya said before proceeding to strip down naked.
Straya’s willingness surprised her, but she liked to be in charge over Calico, and perhaps this was just another example of her showing the feline she knew the ropes.
Regan thought of the time he’d spent in this shower their first night on the ship. He thought of how good and warm the water would soon feel.
He noticed Calico hesitate to get in the shower and thought he should say something. After all, the shower could house them all. And they were all adults.
Besides, space adults seem to be much more cavalier about these things than Earthlings.
Regan was about to tell Calico not to be bashful, when Straya reached out of the shower and handed him a sponge. Her naked body was dripping wet. She still had gunk in patches, but the water pressure had already accomplished most of the job.
Her perfect tits called out to Regan, as her chameleon skin blended in with the whiteness of the shower tiles.
She winked at Regan, and instead of trying to encourage Calico, he simply stripped down and stepped into the shower.
He accepted the sponge from Straya as she asked, “Would you mind, Captain? I’m having trouble reaching a few spots.”
Regan first let the water consume him entirely. The warmth felt good on his body and calmed his nerves. With one hand he massaged Straya’s shoulders and with the other he rubbed soap on her naked body with the sponge. He switched the sponge hand and massaging hand. First shoulders, then arms, then her back, and ultimately down to her ass, which he took his time with.
He knew that Calico was watching, but he didn’t care. He was the captain, and one of his crew had asked to be washed. How could he refuse such a request?
He noticed that Calico had finally stepped into the shower, but was on the far side, just watching Regan and Straya.
Regan continued down Straya’s body, down her legs to her feet. And when he stood back up, he told her to turn around.
She did with a smile. And again, he washed her and massaged her at the same time. He washed her neck while he gripped it lightly, then moved down to her chest, rubbing one breast with the sponge and the other with his hand, then swapping. Then he moved down her torso, and below.
Straya moaned a bit, and Regan kept going. He started softly with the sponge, then relied only on his hand. Straya put her hands on his chest and also began to touch him. She grabbed the sponge out of his hand and started to wash him.
Regan stopped pleasuring Straya for the moment as she took over washing duties.
She stepped behind Regan and reached around him, washing his chest with the sponge and feeling his body with her free hand.
“I think we ought to give her a show,” she whispered into Regan’s ear, then licked it.
Calico was still on the far side of the shower, in the corner watching them, her tail twitching. At that moment she turned her head away, blushing. But Regan knew she wanted to watch.
He also thought of Straya’s relentless ability to get one up on Calico. Perhaps this was just another attempt. And even if it was, Regan didn’t care. They were both part of his crew now.
Str
aya started rubbing Regan’s cock, which began to stiffen. She kept at it, and Regan could see that Calico couldn’t help but watch.
“I’ll bet she’s a virgin,” Straya whispered in his other ear, and then bit it playfully.
Regan initially thought there was no way.
All that time as Mephistopheles’s slave?
But then again, she never saw the captain’s suite before.
Regan couldn’t believe that Mephistopheles had never made a move on her. But perhaps if she was as good at manipulating him as she claimed to be, then it was certainly possible.
He also thought about her being royalty. A claim which Regan now believed. If this was true, then perhaps the virgin aspect didn’t seem so unlikely.
But from the way Straya was rubbing his cock, virgin or no virgin, it was clear Calico was about to get a show. And as if they read each other’s thoughts, Straya whispered again into Regan’s ear.
“Let’s show her what’s she’s missing out on,” she said as she stepped around from behind him and dropped to her knees before him.
Straya put her lips around Regan’s freshly washed cock and began to suck and lick. Regan leaned against the glass shower wall and enjoyed himself. He knew Calico was watching, and he didn’t care. In fact, he was enjoying it.
He looked at her then, as this whole situation was turning him on tremendously, and he noticed she still had her cuffs on. She was washing her body and tail, maybe even touching herself, but doing it slowly with bound hands.
He had a feeling Straya had willfully forgotten to uncuff her.
Then Straya brought her face up to Regan’s, lifted a leg, wrapped it around him, and slid his cock inside of her. She kept one foot on the ground as she arched her back away from him, aiming her perfect tits into the air. He held onto her ass with one hand and squeezed her breasts with his other. Then he grabbed her neck and put a finger in her mouth.
He did little work as Straya thrust against him, riding him up and down.
He glanced at Calico who was not washing herself at all, just watching the action happen in the shower before her. And her eyes went wide as Straya started to moan loudly. Regan could feel her insides tremble in climax.
Her entire body became tense and shivered in his hands. She then grabbed onto him and squeezed him as she released.
She leaned forward and kissed him hard, putting both hands on the glass on opposite sides of his face.
She dropped to her knees again and put his cock down her throat. It was deep, and she pulled him deeper with her hands on his ass. She bobbed her head as hard as she could.
Regan put one hand in her hair and took a fistful. He put his other hand on the back of her head and thrust into her face until he released himself down her throat.
She sucked out every last drop from his manhood then winked at him.
She then walked out of the shower, passing Calico on the way, and grabbed a towel to dry off.
Regan stood for a moment longer in the warm water. His erection had fallen, and he felt completely relaxed. He too joined Straya, figuring they could trust Calico enough to return when she was finished.
Regan stepped past her, noticing she grew timid for a moment, unsure of his intentions. He reached over and unlocked her cuffs. He tossed them into the suite where they landed on the bed.
“I forgot you still had those on,” he said. “That should make it easier to wash yourself. Meet us on the bridge when you’re ready.”
Regan turned back to face Straya who had a towel waiting for him, holding it open. She wrapped it around him, drying him a bit as she did so.
There were several robes hanging near the shower entrance in a grand walk-in closet, and Regan and Straya both put one on. They could still see into the shower from there as Straya pointed out Calico, who was now sitting on the bench in the shower, pleasuring herself. She must’ve thought the mist was enough to hide her actions, but it was pretty obvious what she was up to.
She had clearly enjoyed watching them get it on, and Regan liked that. He was starting to want Calico, especially after watching her like this.
Straya leaned into Regan and put her hand underneath his robe, grabbing his cock.
“She wants you,” Straya whispered.
Regan smiled.
“Don’t worry,” Regan said. “I’ll make her earn it.”
Regan and Straya left the suite for the bridge.
When Regan and Straya entered the bridge, the first thing he noticed was that it was clean. The goop that had been dripping from them when they entered had disappeared.
Regan looked around and smiled, then made eye contact with Arkei.
“What happened to the gross remnants of Slobbers?”
Arkei smiled and pointed to the back of the bridge, where Squit and Bob were sitting.
Regan couldn’t help but notice that Bob’s hair was all over the place and his shirt was buttoned incorrectly. However, he had a satisfied smile on his face, and whether or not he knew what was going on, he was enjoying himself.
He gave Regan a thumbs up.
Regan returned it. He was curious how the two of them made any interaction work, but he thought it was best to leave that one to Bob.
“Squit turned on the automatic ship cleaner,” Bob said, kicking a little robot that reminded Regan of a roomba. “She knows all kinds of things.”
I’ll bet she does.
“Thank you, Squit,” he said.
Arkei grabbed Regan’s attention again, showing him a message that had arrived from Tookie. She brought up the screen and started to play it. Tookie’s face appeared, and he began to speak.
“After my gas boy and I cleaned up this place, we did a little exploring of our late friend Slobbers’ ship. It seems he has a bunch of mobster contacts, including a direct line to the head honcho, Salvato, himself.
“I’m pushing his communication code your way, but I gotta tell ya, as brave and smart as you are, contacting Salvato directly is a dangerous move. The guy doesn’t work that way. But I owe ya one, so there it is. I’ll be around if you need anything else.”
The message ended and Arkei turned to face the group.
“He forwarded the communication code like he said he would,” Arkei said. “But I agree about his caution of contacting Salvato ourselves.”
Regan considered it, but he knew he couldn’t wait around for Salvato. He didn’t like the ball being in the mobster’s court. He had to make the move.
Besides, catching Salvato off guard will be a good thing. He won’t see me coming, and might think twice about who he’s dealing with.
“Let’s call him,” Regan said.
He sat in his captain’s chair wrapped inside his robe, feeling in control of the situation.
Straya took her seat and started setting up the call on the screen. Just then, Calico walked in. She was clean and also wearing one of the same robes. She nodded at Regan, as if thanking him for the shower and robe.
She took her seat in the pilot’s chair and purred as she did so.
Straya worked her magic, bringing the screen up with Salvato’s face. To Regan’s amusement, Salvato was definitely surprised.
“So the human has a few tricks up his sleeve?” Salvato said with a smile. “First of all, who gave you this number?”
“You’re not the only one with contacts in this galaxy,” Regan said.
Salvato smirked, making Regan feel he might even be impressed.
“We found your cube and want to hand it over, so how about a meeting?” Regan asked.
“Smart play, my boy!” Salvato said. “I can see you’re a businessman, and not a foolish one. I will remember this going forward. For now, why don’t you send me the coordinates to your location, and I’ll send a team to collect the cube. You and I can go out and have a drink after we put this business behind us.”
Regan didn’t reply right away. He felt there was something off about Salvato’s kindness. The last time they spoke, he was much more raw i
n how he was handling the situation. This seemed like a phony kindness.
Even so, he nodded at Straya.
“We’ll send them right over,” he said.
“Good doin’ business with ya!” Salvato said, then the screen went black.
Straya typed in the coordinates and sent them off. Reverie, who was sitting near her, noticed something wasn’t right. She put her hand on Straya’s shoulder.
“You lied about the coordinates, didn’t you?” she asked.
“Damn,” Straya said. “You are good.” Straya turned to Regan and said, “I sent him the coordinates to the filling station.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I didn’t trust him,” she said. “And I could tell by your face you didn’t trust him either. Think about it, he came to get the cube from Mephistopheles himself, and now he is going to send some goons to pick it up instead? I don’t think he’s on the level.”
Regan nodded. “I thought that as well. Now we just gotta get a hold of Tookie and tell him the mob is on its way.”
Straya entered some information into the screen in front of her. “Already on it, Captain.”
Chapter Twelve
Regan ordered for Tookie to be brought up on the screen, and within moments his large face was there. His disgusting tongue took up a large chunk of the video feed.
“I trust ya got my message!” Tookie said.
“I did,” Regan replied. “Thank you for your help. We communicated with Salvato, and… Well… He’s headed your way.”
Tookie’s eyes lit up with anger and fear. He was clearly displeased with this news, but wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Let me clarify,” Regan said. “It won’t be Salvato himself, but some of his goons.”
“So why send them to me?” Tookie asked.
“Just to keep ahead of the game a bit,” Regan said. “Contact us when they get there. We just have a few things to figure out on our end first.”
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