Epilogue
Ass Pocket was too damaged to make the trip. He thought he might risk it anyway, but the Federal decree said that all ships damaged in the battle would be repaired and provisioned at station’s expense. Dell had dumped the old man while the Coordinator was piloting the heap, so he figured he might even be able to make a profit on it.
It didn't hurt to have a little something extra to compensate for lost time, especially if they had caused him to miss his appointment and his proper pay.
Dell took the time to get himself as “clean” as this grimy tub could manage. If he was going to be stuck here while they spruced up the ship he might as well enjoy the amenities. It didn't pay to be careless, but he’d earned a little recreation. When the ship docked he was waiting for seals to set so he could open the ramp.
It came down on a surprise. He watched the opening widen on someone standing just outside, waiting for him. He’d thought that might happen, but had been prepared for armed MP’s, not a curvy little dollie.
She was small. He liked small. He looked her over and approved of everything he saw, from the high spike heels that tightened her calves and thighs and turned her buttocks just so, to the close fitting semi-sheer dress that showed how slender she was, the firm torso, each curve of the small breasts that she covered with socially polite modestly but no shame. Her hair was long and pristine white, done up behind her head in a neat braid for a hand’s width before being bound and then left free from there downwards. Her smile was friendly, the way really good prostitutes could look at you as if you were a long lost love in town for a night, rather than a mark with cash in his pocket.
He took the time to appreciate all the scenery before making eye contact. She stood and let him look her over, smiled a little more warmly. When he looked into her lovely silver eyes she lowered her handbag and gave him a welcoming nod. Dell wondered what sort of deliciously naughty goodies might be in the bag.
“Mer Borimen?” She waited only a moment. When he didn't respond, she proceeded.
“I believe you have some outstanding payment for services rendered. I’m here to make an installment.”
That smile again.
To hell with leaving the ship.
“Come on in,” he said, moving aside to make room. She walked up the ramp, every step displaying strength and grace and flexibility, and Dell couldn't help but grin a little. “You know, I thought I might not get paid.”
She stopped next to him and stood very close, so that he could smell the subtle perfume she was wearing. He swallowed. It had been a long time since he’d seen a woman quite so enticing, even a doll.
“Mer Borimen,” she breathed, sliding a hand up his chest and around behind his head, fingernails drawing tingles up the back of his scalp. “I intend to make sure you get your due.”
She slid the other hand up his chest on the other side, and he started to make a comment, but she put a finger to his lip, then took hold of his jaw as she leaned in, her nipples pressing against him as she whispered.
“Consider this an installment from the Hydran Delegation.”
He had a moment to frown in confusion before she snapped his neck.
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