Desert World Savages: The Complete Series (2 page)

That should give him a good audio clue not to bother her with a phone call. Still, even though Richard screwed her good over the promotion he gave to Hamilton, Tracy felt ashamed of herself.

"Get a grip on yourself, girl," she told herself. "If they don't see you valuable enough to give you a promotion, then obviously you won't be missed."

REVEN

Rev stood on the bridge of the ship, in front of Captain Jaal, Bris and Cax. On the view screen, a blue-green pearl of a planet twisted lazily, clouds swirling in the atmosphere.

Notably, on the night side of the planet, the continents held brilliant displays of light on the landmasses. This planet had sentient life.

"It's a non-aligned world and we need some supplies. Reven, I want you to go with Bris and Cax to help them."

"Me, Captain?"

"Denebs have many of the same features as the sentients that live here. You'll pass. All you need do is keep your head down and do as you're told." The captain sniffed and then grimaced. "Gods, haven't you had a shower since you've been on board? Go help Cax check out the shuttle. I need to speak with Bris a minute."

"Yes, Captain."

Rev shook hands with the Captain and Bris. As he turned to leave, his hand briefly brushed Bris's sleeve, leaving behind a small voice transmitter.

Rev left the bridge with Cax, and following the man down the corridor, touched his ear to activate the listening device he surreptitiously planted on Bris.

"He's been too curious. Yesterday, I found him the corridor outside the Red Section."

"You don't have to make your case again, Bris."

"I still say that spacing him will straighten out the problem."

"Like with that other fellow? See where that landed us, another one of them tracking us? No. We'll make a report that one of our crewmen got lost on this non-aligned world. They'll come and get them if they want him. Better this way since he doesn't have anything to take to his bosses. You're sure he doesn't have any useful information, right?"

"I'm sure," growled Bris.

"Then do as I say, just as I said it. And then you can go get cargo."

"What? You think I'm an amateur now? How many times have I done this?"

"Enough," said the Captain. "But you seem distracted by this crew situation. I don't need any complications on that planet."

"Yes, Captain," said Bris sounding unhappy.

Rev had been avoiding the common sonic showers because to use them, he'd have to remove his disguise. With a ship that had three shifts running, finding a time when the showers were empty was problematic. Up to now no one complained, but that wasn't the case when he met Cax at the shuttle.

"You reek," said Cax.

"I was working the engine room today. It's a bit hot in there."

"You should get a shower."

"No time," said Bris as he climbed into the shuttle. "Besides, we can take care of that planet side."

Cax's face lit up.

"We're getting a room?" said Cax.

"Yes," said Bris. "Best way to get the cargo ready."

Bris settled into the pilot's seat, pulling on his harness, and Cax did the same.

"Yeah, cargo," chuckled Cax.

"What are you guys talking about?" said Rev. He draped his arms casually over the seats.

"Nothing. We can't take the shuttle into the city, so we park it outside of town. We have a lot of supplies to gather. There's a room to store the supplies until we're ready to leave."

"And sometimes we bring back some entertainment."

"What kind of entertainment?"

"The best kind," smiled Cax.

"Strap in," said Bris with a harsh edge to his voice. "That is, unless you want to be tossed to the bulkhead when this crate starts moving."

"No, sir," said Rev.

They landed in a wooded area and hiked their way into the city on a long stretch of white road. Transportation vehicles of strange shapes and different sizes whizzed past them, creating drafts that pulled at their bodies. This planet's gravity was a little stronger than Rev was used to, but he had trained in different gravity environments so it didn't slow him down much. The same couldn't be said for Cax, who seemed to struggle, but with a sharp word from Bris, Cax doubled his efforts.

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.