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[MiniKitty]

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I sometimes think I would really prefer to be just "a kid with a gunboat".

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What a rare sight!

Hello!


I enter Tamara's massage parlor. No changes since the last times I was here. Still the tropical flair, the relaxed jazz music, the blue and red lighting, the same scent of plants from Curacao. Automated room splitters just waiting to get deployed, portable massage beds, a table with various drinks, a coffee machine, a soda fountain, another table with her work utensils. I idly look at the price table at the wall. All seemed like nothing had changed. Tamara approaches me, wearing a red latex and silk outfit. Not necessarily slutty, but definitely something I had seen on Curacao during my short time there.

Does not waste time, embraces and kisses me, says she missed me. Asks where I have been. I tell her I want a full body massage, she prepares, I take a shower. Wrapped in a bathrobe, I lay down and she eagerly spreads the massage oil on my scarred skin.

How is the playboy life?

Uhm, you tell me! I bet, uhm, you get some to check in here every now and then.

Oh come on! First the Orbital cruise trip, then everyone is after you.
You've been quite the hot topic, Levan!

... You know, uhm, I am really not comfortable with being in everyone's mouth.

Sweetie, as the first person who had you in her mouth, I can tell that that is a lie.

UHM!


Laying on my chest, I am quite happy she does not get to see how much I am blushing because of that remark. Certainly meant it differently. My uncovered back feels warm under the massage oil. The scent is numbing my mind. I can feel the tension leaving my body.

Tell me, where've you been, hun?

... Sigma-15, then New Berlin. Uhm, a woman tried to kill me-

Yeah, I've heard about that. Why, though? Jealousy?

Hell, even now I do not fully understand what went into her. I was with... I was in the cockpit of another ship, busy, and she kept pestering us until she decided to try and kill us.

You were busy in the cockpit of another ship, with someone?

... I do not think the details are important. Anyway, we barely survived-


Her massage technique gets notably more forceful.

... was it Yoshiko?

Does it matter?


Her elbow pushes between my shoulder blades, I hear something crack. Pain pulses throughout my body.


YES! Yes, it was Yoshiko!


The pain quickly vanishes. It actually feels a lot better now.

Go on, darling.

We, uhm, needed to do a space walk in EVA suits to my ship. Hers was demolished because of Rebecca. If it had not been for some other person, we would have died right there.

Wait, how many people were there?

Well, me and Yoshiko in her cockpit, Rebecca on her ship and another woman.

Did they know what was going on in the cockpit?

... they saw and heard everything. Probably for at least two of the six hours.

... Six hours?

You kind of pay attention to the wrong details, Tamara.

On the contrary, honey, I think I'm more and more interested in those details.

God, Levan. From a little slave kid to an absolute stud of a playboy in just one month!

Anyway, I towed Yoshiko's ship to a station and, uhm, we stayed there until her ship was repaired. Then I fled to Sigma-15 because I knew there was a freeport.

With Yoshiko?

No. After... continuing where, uhm, we had to stop, she stayed at Shasta for a paintjob and then headed back to Inverness, I guess. It was just me in the Sigmas. Got myself a room on Freeport 8, met a few new people, hired an useless idiot called Caliban, got scammed by him, then went hiding on New Berlin when a friend offered me to stay at her house. And then I went here, and you are the first person I got to see.

I see, so you even laid a woman from Rheinland. I'm getting quite jealous, sweetie.

I did not 'lay' her. Admittedly, I had something with another Kusarian, but nothing with Lea. Although I kissed her. But nothing more than that. Look, uhm, I am not like that, okay?


Her hands are massaging mine, in a mix of gentle and intense. My head feels dizzy.

You might not like it, honey, but your score says otherwise. What's it now? Me, two times seven from the Lucky Seven trip, your roommate, Yoshiko, another Kusarian, probably that snoring Zoner girl, too?

Her hands move down to my rear.


No, not Aspen! But yes, I get it. I have no idea how it all came to that. One day I sit outside the freeport and watch Revenant picking unnecessary fights with the Order, and then, uhm, she tries to hire me to do the dirty work, and the next day I want to treat myself with some time with Yoshiko and then hell breaks loose.


I sigh in relaxation. My body feels like pudding as Tamara keeps kneading every single muscle. Her hands made all the tension and exhaustion vanish from my thighs. Took me a while to even realize she had taken the towel away.

And now it is all over and you are here again, and can look back at a nice little adventure with many highs and a few lows.

Sounds like a good way to look back at it. Almost died, cowered in fear in front of many people, apparently the entire freeport knows about my... private business. And I still have this silly tattoo below my belly.

Oh? Show me!

Sighing in resignation, I turned around to lay on my back. She stared at the tattoo and smirked, then chuckled.

Property of OSC. Now that's a claim that needs a revision.

Uhm-



















Did not take long for her to escalate it again. About an hour later we lie in the room with the red light, next to each other. I have been here before, when I paid her for letting me sleep in her bed, without any other services. Our bodies are covered in sweat and massage oil. She is still panting in exhaustion, turning to her side to face me.

... now that you are back in Inverness, how are things going to continue? I could still use you here, if you need a job.

Good question.


Uhm, I guess I will do what I did before I went hiding. Like, uhm, looking for more jobs, getting in touch with more people and so on. I met a cute girl piloting a Cryer transport. Got to work as escort for her, made a good amount of cash that way, too. And, uhm, seems like she, uhm, also... is interested.

That OSC news article put you in a good light, champ. If you keep going like that, you're probably going to be an actual celebrity. A real playboy.

As flattering as that is, I sometimes think I would really prefer to be just "a kid with a gunboat" and not that.


She leans in to kiss my cheek. I turn my head to hers to return a kiss on her lips.

I certainly like the playboy Levan...

... suffice to say, we did not leave the bed that night. I am completely clueless on how things turned out that way for me. But I am really not going to complain.

Enjoy it as long as you can.

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