Brandi Whyne Chapter Two

by Celine Chatillon

  “You have beautiful breasts, too,” I said softly.

  “Thanks.” She wriggled her nose at me then turned her attention to the task at hand. “Okay, we don’t have much time so let me dig through this mess to find the outfit I have in mind.”

  Zelda quickly flipped through the clothes on hangers before bending over to sort through shoes and accessories in the bottom of the locker. My eyes were instantly drawn to her firm buttocks and hairless crotch so obvious through her sheer, lilac-colored thong.

  “Here we go. It’s perfect.”

  She tossed a black leather collar studded with silver spikes onto the bed. I sat up and carefully fingered the ornament. The leather felt smooth and supple as Zelda’s tongue. The studs felt as hard and pointed as my nipples poking through my lacy bra.

  “Is it a necklace, a bracelet or a headband?” I asked.

  “All of the above. Now, I’ve got to find the matching corset…”

  Zelda reached into a drawer and sorted through several undergarments, tossing them aside after considering each one. Unfortunately, they all seemed a bit too large for my petite frame.

  “I know I have one that’ll adjust to fit you.” Plunging her hand all the way to the bottom of the drawer she pulled out the desired article of clothing. “Perfect! We’ll do your makeup and hair and with those terrific thigh-high boots of yours you’ll look perfect.”

  I stood and allowed Zelda to wrap the black leather corset around my torso. With a few pulls of the strings it fit snuggly.

  “Off with that lacy white bra and those panties,” she said, clucking. “They’ll never do. In fact, let me dig up a leather thong for that cute little pussy of yours.”

  I struggled to slip my bra out from under the form-fitting undergarment only to discover my breasts kept popping out from the corset’s tight confines.

  “I don’t think this is going to work. My boobs won’t fit in this thing if it’s tied this tight. Can you loosen it for me?”

  Zelda bit her purple-painted lip and grinned. “Why should I? You look hot. Here, I’ve got some postage stamps that’ll cover your nipples perfectly.” She rummaged around in the drawers a few moments then handed me two silvery-sparkled pasties. “Hmm, allow me to moisten the surface so they’ll stick better.”

  I moaned as she lowered her mouth and began tonguing my aching tits. Instinctively I thrust my pelvis toward her waiting fingers that greedily fondled my wet mound.

  “You really enjoyed my tongue lashing this morning, didn’t you?” Zelda’s words came out low and breathless. I nodded and leaned against her as her hands and mouth worked their wonders. “I know I didn’t exactly discipline you very well, but I hope you see now how disobeying orders is taken very seriously aboard the Triple P.”

  “I do, I do.”

  Vivid colors and patterns flashed before my eyes. Dizzying sensations flooded my consciousness. I felt my cunt muscles clench with excitement. I panted, starving for both air and intimate attention.

  “My panties,” I moaned. “They’re practically dripping.”

  “Let’s get those wet things off, shall we?”

  With one firm tug my crotch covering disappeared. Zelda laid me across the bed then lowered herself across my boneless form that hungered for her touch. Her fingers continued to rub my clit and probe my inner recesses, her firm breasts brushing rhythmically against mine as her lips took hold of my own for a soul-shattering kiss.

  “Zelda,” I said, breathing heavily. “We’ve got to get ready. Daro and Zelina will come soon.”

  She laughed, lowering her body to touch mine. She began to rock and bump her pussy against me. “So will we if you just relax and let yourself go, Brandi.”

  Sighing, I did as my superior officer instructed. My hands caressed her firm buttocks as my lips latched on to one of her breasts tumbling from their flimsy corset covering. Zelda gasped then moaned when my fingers found her throbbing clit. Rubbing, rocking, bumping, fingering and suckling, soon we both cried out with abandon as ecstasy possessed us and repeated orgasmic tremors rumbled throughout our bodies.

  “Zelda, Brandi—report to the landing bay at once!” Willie’s stern voice from the intercom interrupted our afterglow. “Our guests have arrived. It’s show time.”

  * * * *

  Zelina looked exactly as I expected she would. She stood tall, broad shouldered, with taut muscles and a look that could level solid concrete buildings faster than a nuclear blast. Her sheer presence dominated the discussion from the second she took to the stage. Her husky voice boomed, rattling the silver chains that lay against her matching black leather pants and vest.

  Zelda had labeled her former lover’s usual costume a “biker dyke’s dream” and informed me that it was a uniform of rebellion from long ago Old Terra. Her dark, mirror lens glasses and bleached blond, cropped hair perfectly complimented the personality contained within. Zelina possessed what could only be termed a ‘permanent sneer’ on her pierced, full lips. Her entire facade screamed untamed and unknowable.

  Personally, I couldn’t see what Zelda ever saw in the woman. Zelda admitted that their relationship hadn’t lasted long. Go figure.

  Now Daro was a completely different story. I’d expected the smuggler to resemble a whiny, geeky, money-grubbing Sontaran slime eel, but nothing could be further from truth.

  His chiseled features, come-to-bed dark eyes and rich baritone made me practically wet my tiny leather thong. Although he wasn’t as quite as tall or well built like Robin, Daro possessed a commanding presence and a firm ass, perfectly outlined in his tight black denim jeans. His muscles bulged beneath his stretched, sleeveless white T-shirt. Tossing his black bangs off his face, he arched an eyebrow at my open appraisal of his physical charms.

  I sensed Daro found me attractive… desirable. I found him likewise.

  Robin’s voice making our introductions brought me back to reality. This wasn’t a date—I was on a mission. A mission to seduce our unsuspecting visitor in order to retrieve information about the extent of his treachery.

  “Brandi Whyne. What a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance.”

  Daro took my hand in his and pressed his lips to the back of it in an ancient Earth custom. His thick Terran accent sent tingles down my spine directly to my pussy. I’d always had a thing for Terran actors and celebrities. To me they were exotic, exciting and oh-so-terribly sexy.

  “Is this the bitch you’re fucking now, Zelda?” Zelina barked, looking daggers at me. She definitely wasn’t one to mince words.

  Zelda slapped me hard on the buttocks. I felt something small and round sticking to my skin, but I ignored the sensation. She snorted at her ex-lover. “So what of it? She’s got a great little pussy, and she can make me climax from sucking my tits alone.”

  “Is that a fact?” Amusement danced in Robin’s dark eyes. I felt like smacking him but thought the better for it. I had to remain “in character” in order to convince our guests. I reached over and tweaked one of Zelda’s nipples instead. She moaned and squeezed my butt cheeks tighter.

  Robin waggled an eyebrow at me and grinned. He seemed very pleased with the thoroughness of our performance and costuming. The fact that the only makeup I wore was the flushed cheeks of my recent orgasmic experience and my tousled hair had that “freshly fucked” look, only helped to further spark Zelina’s growing jealousy.

  “Murt and Murk will offload the cargo,” Willie said, giving me a quick wink. I could tell he approved of my outfit as well. “I’ll stay and supervise.”

  “Very well. Shall the rest of us retire to the captain’s mess then?” Robin directed our guests from the landing bay with Zelina, of course, taking the lead. She pushed me away from Zelda’s grasp, breathing down her former lover’s neck until we arrived at our destination.

  “Possessive little bitch, isn’t she?” Robin murmured, taking me by the arm to steady me from Zelina’s blow. “I may just have to assign you a bodyguard.”

  “Allow me to act in
that stance while I’m here.” Daro took my other arm and soon wrangled me completely from Robin’s grasp. “It would give me a chance to get to know the newest crew member aboard the Parsnip better.”

  “I’d very much enjoy that,” I said in my most breathless, sexy tone. I wrapped my arm around the handsome smuggler’s, batted my lashes and puckered my lips. If looks could kill, Zelda would be charged with murder. But I could tell our “jealousy tactics” were working according to plan as indicated by Zelina’s smug face.

  Robin’s feelings on the subject of my performance were a complete mystery—as always. He kept his heart hidden well beneath a look of bland amusement. Smiling, I focused my attentions on our potential double agent.

  “Tell me all about yourself, Mr. Daro.”

  “It’s just Daro. There’s no ‘mister’. I’m no gentleman.”

  I giggled. “Really? I take it there’s no ‘Mrs. Daro’ then?”

  “None that would admit to it.” The corner of his sensual mouth curled up in a leer. “Although now and again I’ve thought about taking on a permanent partner aboard the Scorpio.”

  “Zelina doesn’t want to stay on as your first mate?”

  “Mate.” He snorted. “Now, that’s a word that I find rather difficult to think of in relation to Zelina.” He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “But I could very much picture you in that position, Brandi Whyne. What do you think?”

  My heart skipped a beat and my pussy tingled with anticipation. However, I couldn’t let Daro know how his words affected me. I took a deep breath and didn’t respond. We had reached the captain’s mess or Robin’s private dining room. I had taken all my meals so far in the crew’s mess hall, as Robin had indicated I needed to socialize more with my crewmates. Robin seemed to prefer eating alone—possibly another hang over from his disastrous affair with Marian?

  Tonight Madarda, ship’s chef, had gone all out to impress. The long wooden table with matching lavender silk upholstered chairs was covered in a fine satin tablecloth in iridescent hues of blue and greens. We sat down to violet-patterned china plates, gold-plated silverware, crystal goblets and linen napkins. I didn’t even know the Parsnip possessed such elegant table service.

  “Robin, this is a rare treat.” Daro appeared genuinely in awe. ‘Usually we offload the cargo, grab a mug of grog and some crisps and then I’m tossed back out into the vast shipping lanes of interstellar space.”

  “Like you should be,” Zelina muttered. She turned to Robin and growled, “This place looks as frou-frou as Bak Azzwards’ bridge. What’s the deal, Manhood? You’ve gone completely queer?”

  “Not hardly,” I said without thinking. Robin smiled. Zelda rattled her whip and frowned at me. I re-assumed my role as the submissive. “Yes, ma’am.”

  Zelina laughed. “Yeah, put the little bitch in her place. I always thought you were the one who enjoyed being on the receiving end of the pain, Zelda.”

  “You thought wrong. That’s why we broke up.”

  “Now, ladies, let’s put our pasts behind us and act civil toward each other.”

  Robin poured red wine into the goblets and indicated that we should all sit. I sat opposite Zelda and Zelina, beside Daro. Robin sat at the head of the table with an empty chair opposite. “Willie will join us later.” He clapped his hands. The door to the galley swung open and Madarda arrived with the soup. My busy day had drained me and I attacked it with gusto. Salty and smooth, it was utterly delicious.

  Daro slowly sipped the steaming liquid, savoring the taste. “Hmm… If I’m not mistaken, this is oyster broth. Correct?”

  “Right you are.” Robin grinned. “We’re having Gorgonian shellfish paella for the main course, too.”

  Gorgonian shellfish? I should have known. Robin was drugging Daro and Zelina with one of the known universe’s most powerful aphrodisiacs. Zelina wouldn’t just be jealous—she’d be jealously horny. And there was no telling how turned on Daro would become after ingesting such fare.

  Didn’t Robin trust my abilities to seduce the spy without aid of controlled substances? Or did he think his plan needed all the help it could get? Either way, I felt a bit put out. I was about to throw down my napkin and march out of the room when I felt something softly tickling the sensitive juncture between my thighs.

  Robin’s hands were busy buttering his bread roll. Zelda and Zelina were seated much too far away to reach my crotch with either hands or feet. From the corner of my eye I spied our grinning guest to my left, tackling his salad with one hand only.

  Daro! Already he was trying to feel me up under the table. Robin’s plan was working. I’d have him eating out my hand—or eating me—within no time. And in the afterglow of passion, I’d milk him for all his secrets and then some.

  Willie waltzed into the captain’s mess as the main course arrived. He settled himself at the end seat and tossed his napkin haphazardly into his lap.

  “I see I made it just in time for the good stuff.” He winked at Madarda, who flickered her serpent-like appendage at him as she served him some of the shellfish and wild grains. “You gotta love a cook who really knows how to use her tongue.”

  Daro arched an eyebrow. “Yes, you do. Gorgonians make excellent chefs as well as entertainers. I’m sure you’ve all found that to be true.”

  Robin laughed. “Several dozen times or more now.”

  “Men are such simple creatures. Suck or yank their cocks and they follow you around like a Arcturan anteater with a ring in its nose.” Zelina threw her napkin down in disgust and rose from the table. “Okay, enough of the grub. Let’s go, Zelda.”

  The ship’s disciplinarian rolled her eyes. “Shove it, Zeli, and sit back down. I’m still eating.”

  “I’ll shove it all right… I’ll shove it good and hard. I got me a strap-on that’s longer than my arm and twice as thick, too. You’re going to love it, sweetheart.”

  I tensed, ready to pounce on the leather-clad bitch, but she sat back down. How dare she treat Zelda in such a manner! Zelda deserved to be respected and treated kindly. Even in her disciplinarian role she had only done her best to pleasure and serve others. Zelina, in my opinion, did not merit the attentions of such a warm and generous person.

  Daro’s hand on my pussy brought my focus back to the mission. I drew in a sharp breath and forced my attentions back to him. I realized that I should act angry over Zelina’s arrogant behaviors toward my “lover”, but I couldn’t act so jealous that I’d jeopardize the seduction we’d planned to catch our double agent. I casually slipped my hand beneath the table and began to rub his hard on that was even now straining against his zipper.

  Willie cleared his throat and changed the subject. “The Scorpio is looking quite good. Bigguns and Phlod checked your fuel cells and your boosters to see if you needed anything fixed. Nice new engine you’ve got there. Where did you get it?”

  Suddenly the hand on my inner thigh stopped its stroking. Daro sat taller and plastered a could-care-less expression on his handsome face. “I won it in a tournament. I gambled and I won.”

  “Terran poker or Raisan roulette?” Robin’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Daro had been caught in a lie. His discomfort was apparent to all but spoken of by none.

  The smuggler wiped his mouth and put down his napkin. “Poker, of course. Excuse me, but I need to visit the necessary.”

  He left the room abruptly. Zelina stood and grabbed Zelda by the arm to pull her to her feet.

  “Let’s fuck now. I’m tired of the pleasantries. I just want us to get back together.” She turned to Robin with a sneer. “Tomorrow we can talk about what kind of work you got aboard this floating garbage scow.”

  “Well, we definitely need someone in charge of refuse recycling,” Robin said nonchalantly. “Since you’re so full of shit it’s possibly a perfect fit for you. Good night, ladies.”

  Robin kept his face otherwise composed, but he definitely winked at Zelda. My heart soared. I felt confident at the moment that Zelda wou
ld be able to take care of herself and that Robin was on the lookout for her, too. They would deal with Zelina at the most opportune time.

  “You want to hear the good news or the bad news first?” Willie asked as soon as the former lovers left the room.

  Robin scowled. “Let’s get it over with—what’s the bad news?”

  “The bad news is that Daro’s freighter has been modified—seriously modified. Its engines have been souped up big time.”

  “So? He wants his cargo carrier to fly faster, and he’s messed about with the engine. What’s so bad about that?” I asked Willie.

  He shook his head. “You don’t understand. There’s no way he could have paid for such a custom conversion out of what he makes from us and a few other small smuggling operations on the side. Plus Phlod estimates the Scorpio could outrun the Parsnip by a factor of ten to one.”

  Robin winced. “Okay, that’s not so good… He’s obviously received some kind of big pay-off recently, and he figures he needs to be able to outrun us. But Bak Azzwards doesn’t have that kind of cash on him, either. Could Daro be working for the Syndicate?”

  “Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” Willie’s expression turned deadly serious. “We may have an Inter-galactic Cosa Nostra contract on our heads and not even realize it.”

  “What’s the good news?” I asked, hoping that it would negate everything our first mate had informed us.

  Willie grinned sadly. “At least when he takes us out, we won’t suffer much. He’s got a big-ass disruptor gun camouflaged as an innocent laser phase cannon. One blast and we’re all instantly vaporized into stardust.”

  I slumped in my seat. “Oh, crap. We’re goners.”

  “Not necessarily.” Robin took a sip of his wine and thoughtfully scratched his goatee. “You didn’t mention the weaponry upgrade to him just now, Will. Possibly Daro believes we’re in the dark about his weapons, so he’ll hesitate to use them until absolutely necessary. Where is the snotty bastard anyway?”

  “He went to the little boy’s room. Shall I go find him?” I asked.