I wouldn't like to repeat this again, too strange for me intimate requests. What can I do? ...
But it was worth it, because I really wanted to get Dale back on board and into my bed, hoping that she had finally had her fill of her desired leader of a wild tribe.
Where would she go now after all my efforts? They would order me to leave this planet and that would be it! She would again be in my arms, squeezing her thin waist, dancing on my lap in her personal apartments on the new starship...
Oh, this is something advanced, and not only... a high-tech ship. The designers and constructors have succeeded in creating it. A masterpiece in general... a huge elongated ellipsoid with a matte metal hull the color of asphalt, in the core of which were the bridge and crew cabins, surrounded by narrow ribbon-like corridors and equipment.
Enraptured to the point of goosebumps on my ass, with wide-open eyes and fascinated by the architecture of the massive military vessel, I spent a lot of time with the new team, not closing my mouth from delight, examining and studying it. My personal spacious penthouse with a double bed and a mini sauna with a bath shocked me with its discreet chic in dark tones. I could not even imagine how comfortable my immodest cabin would be. I dreamed a little about my lovely leisure with Dale, although this is not what I should be thinking about! About service... about the duty of a space officer... how will I cope with all this?
My, I hope, cool team will not let me down in difficult situations... Pilot... flight engineers... first mate... paramedic... technical staff, fighter pilots... However, I never waited for Miru to return to his previous post, it turned out that he was so carried away by his new profession, having joined another military board, that he completely forgot about our relationship, which even surprised me, apparently... when you discover a new passion, you put off some things for later.
…However, this is a relief for me, it is better to take a break from viscous and inconvenient interactions for a close-knit team.
We noisily celebrated the beginning of our service together, when we went on our first mission from the orbit of our home planet. We had to pick up geological specialists from a military base to search for minerals on exoplanets. I didn't think I'd have to communicate with professionals from another field, thinking that men are real nerds who are incapable of having fun in the company of my cheeky staff, who are capable of making sharp and vulgar jokes at the most inconvenient moments, but it turned out that this group of geologists are the same irrepressible extroverts.
Pilot Dylan, an expressive, handsome brunette, got excited from the discussions at the table about how to use scientific data to detect the presence of gold inside the planet without going down to the surface.
- Is it true... there are such methods? Like this with a telescope? - His bright amber eyes flashed wildly and his fingers nervously ran over the goodly black curls of his hair.
- Well, yes! - confirmed the young geologist, relishing a shot of cherry liqueur. - Of course! A lot of details can be found by analyzing spectrograms!
Dylan admired the explanations for a long time, rubbing his sweaty palms... obviously picturing in his mind how he would personally lower the drill into the depths of an unknown planet.
- It's not your job... actually, - I noted with a grin. - You're the pilot who is needed on board here.
- But it's so exciting! I... I didn't even know that you could find out where the gold is like this... a lot of gold and for free.
- So what? Why the hell do you need it?
- You don't understand where I grew up... there it's a whole cult, on my native Pretoria... not that much gold has been found in thousands of years!
- So what? What does your race do with it? Some kind of crafts … knick-knack?
- Yes... well! Not just crafts, but something special, significant, - Dylan explained embarrassedly. - In ancient times, it was a symbol of divine power in our culture...
- And everything around is smeared by gold! - I continued to mock.
— Exactly! Statues, decorations in the houses of nobility, jewelry and dinnerware...
— Wow... gold plates and forks! Even so? I see... Everything glitters and sparkles to the point of blind the eyes!
— I just imagined that I would show up at home with boxes filled with gold bars and become very rich, affording myself a marble villa on the shore of a tropical sea with a bunch of ladies, whom I would endlessly use for my lustful purposes.
— It seems that this is the ideal image of a man, which was realized in all respects thanks to gold...
— I heard that the Pretorians use this metal, which is extremely necessary for electronics, in a very strange way, - one of the geologists giggled. - What weirdos!
— Well, this is culturally... this is important! - I made a serious face, sincerely sympathizing with Dylan. — But who will give you this ore for free... everything is strictly accounted for, it is not cheap in any case... and you do not have time to search.
— Oh-oh-oh! — Dylan was sad, biting his fingernails. — How will I live peacefully now if ore samples end up on board here?
- Heh... - the young geologist said mockingly. - Okay... I'll give you a piece of gold-bearing ore, since you're so obsessed with this metal. As far as I know, Pretoria will be the one to buy the gold we find... they so need it!
- Ha, my friend! - Dylan emotionally slapped the guy on the shoulder, beaming with an enthusiastic smile. - If you end up in Pretoria, I'll tell you about the places where you can relax in the best possible way!
- Such leisure is not cheap, I suppose!
- With such a profession, they'll kiss your shoe when you meet them and lick all sorts of places without honey!
Loud laughter rolled through the dining room.
- I'm even scared to imagine what will happen to me if something sparkles in my hands, even if it's not gold!
- Is the service in Pretoria that good? - I asked Dylan.
- Very remarkable! — he nodded excitedly. — And actually, I expected to see worthy relaxologists on board.
— They are there, you just need to try to interest our girls.
— I tried! — Dylan fidgeted in his chair, knitting his thick eyebrows in despair. — What's the point! No one wants me... they make such sour faces... wish I die!
— Only two days have passed! Be patient... are you really that hungry? Or does your personality not give off enough charisma?
— You know... Commander, honestly, judging by this luxurious starship... I expected more! That I would be surrounded by blonde beauties upon entering... You know, on my planet, blondes are a terrible rarity! After all, the Seymurians are a very stunner race... as if created by the Gods for love.
— Not at all!
— And anyway... to get such a seedy place here... I had to invest a lot, believe me!
— I readily believe...
... Let's not lie, he had plenty of charisma, it is precisely such lively energetic men that women prefer... Dylan tirelessly flirted with the dollies, expecting their favor, but the cuties were carried away by the elegant relaxologist Cohen, the very one that the elegant personnel officer Louis sent supposedly for my pleasure.