He touched her thigh right where the black lingerie ended, she stopped gyrating and rose from his lap. Her long blonde hair, now slightly ruffled, fell to her waist. He watched her pull it tight out of the back of her head, and then preen it smooth against her body.
There would be another time.
He passed across a Sirius Credit Card. She accepted it graciously, smiled and moved on to the next customer.
In the loading bay not a soul moved, he estimated it was just before sunrise on Houston. Bleary eyed he moved into the console and in silence only turned on one instrument. The unmistakeable heat signature of a Liberty gunboat faded away as it went through the jump gate, leaving the system, desolate. He allowed himself a smile.
"Business is business," he murmured and fired up the craft to leave the Haven. Within hours, he was unloading and accepting payment. It more than compensated for the delay, the girl, and his destiny.
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