returned my kisses with enthusiasm and helped me out of my clothes.
"Hey, what about me?" Shotoon laughed from up front, "That's my woman you know!"
"Find a safe place to park then and join us!" I said as Rieselle started running her hands down my body. She sighed as I started some explorations of my own.
A little while later we felt the van stop and Shotoon joined us. We both concentrated on Rieselle for a while, then they eventually focused on me, then Rieselle and I focused on him. I was by no means a jaded individual, and the occasion threesome was fun. Like I said earlier, they were very close friends.
It was a considerable time later before we were interested in moving again. When we did start driving we had less than twelve hours until pickup.
"How far away are we?" I asked Shotoon, who was driving again.
"About two hours, we still have a lot of time to burn."
"I wonder if the search will include our destination?"
"Hard to say, but why worry about it?"
"Just curious," I sighed. "Usually I could care less, but something just doesn't feel right. I can't put my finger on it."
"Just relax, We'll be out of here soon. So quit worrying."
I sat and brooded staring out the window. It was raining again and I watched the pattern the water drops made on the side window. I knew there was something I was missing. But what?
We got to the next town, dumped the van and went to our pickup point. Rieselle met us and took us to the spaceport. We met no search points, no extra security, nothing like that at all. Everything was perfectly normal.
I was quickly becoming a nervous wreck!
"What's got you jumping?" Hissed Azelett quietly.
"Nobody seems to be looking for us!" I hissed back.
"So?"
"Anything out of the ordinary worries me!"
I was so concerned that I didn't stop worrying on the shuttle ride into orbit or even during the docking maneuver. I didn't even notice what type of ship we were boarding until I was being led to my cabin by Azelett.
Or should I say stateroom?
"What the?" I asked staring. The best accommodations I had ever had were an eight foot by ten foot cabin. Usually I got a lot less than that. This was a good twelve by twelve, with the best of everything. Even a null grav bed!
"Surprise!" Said Azelett launching herself at me and knocking us both onto the bed. I was surprised too, somebody had left it on. If this was a trap I was going to do my best to enjoy it while it lasted. So I latched on to Azelett, who had already 'latched' on to certain parts of my anatomy.
It was a long time later before regular conversation was even considered, much less possible.
"What are we on?" I asked lazily. My worries momentarily forgotten.
"A large freighter," she smiled.
"With quarters like this?" I asked incredulously.
"Sure, most of them have them. They're for the paying customers and corporate big wigs."
"Well where are they?" I asked looking around, "The 'Big Wigs' and 'Paying' customers that is."
She grinned nastily, "I bumped them!"
"You what?" I laughed.
"Sure, why not? That's why I wanted the higher priority." She grinned evilly again. "I think I'll have a much easier time keeping you out of trouble too! This ship has a very large crew."
"So?" I was getting suspicious, she was still smiling.
"You're going to like this!"
"What?"
"I'm not telling!" She laughed
"We have ways of making you talk!" I laughed back and using my arms and legs got her pinned against the headboard. Null g makes for some interesting grappling. I then started tickling her, she of course retaliated, and one thing again led to another. Afterwards we were both too exhausted to do anything but sleep. So it wasn't until breakfast the next day that I finally got a real surprise.
"So how long till we get back?" I asked over a surprisingly good meal. I had only been on small ships and the food was often bland at best.
"Ten weeks," she purred.
" Ten weeks! " I said shocked. "It only took eight to get here! how slow is this thing?" I
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