Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  "Does he have a name?" Vanilla asked Cinnamon, but she was staring right at me. Though it sounded disrespectful that she didn't address me directly, the tone of her voice sounded friendly. I knew that she was going to accept me, if I didn't screw things up. I probably shouldn't talk more than necessary.

  "Kash, m'am. My name is Kash, with a K."

  "Kash," she repeated back to me as she continued to study my appearance. It did not come across as sexual. The examination was more about determining who I was and if I would be a threat to her people. "What is it that you want?"

  I wanted to be a part of all this that I saw before me. A secure and likely comfortable home. Sexy women for friends. Companionship. A cause. A chance of being rescued, even if it was another time and place. There was nothing left for me back on Earth really. But I didn't want to come on too strong, or too needy. Cinnamon referred to the other men as perverts. I should try to look more gentlemanly than them.

  "I'd rather not be alone on a strange world," I replied. "It would be nice to have some friends. I can assist with any chores that need done."

  "Chores?" Vanilla asked. I got the impression that she didn't know what the word meant.

  "Any regular tasks that need doing. Whether it is around the ship or going off looking for food and water. Whatever you need me to do. If you take me in, I promise to earn my keep."

  Though the English language remained mostly intact in its transition to what Cinnamon referred as Galactic Standard, there were going to be some phrases that confused one side or the other. I would need to make a conscious effort to speak plainly.

  "Earn your keep, huh?" Vanilla said, eyeballing me once more, this time with more than security in mind.

  "Vanilla, please," Cinnamon pleaded once again. "We're tired. We can lock him in my room for the time being."

  "Your room?" Honeysuckle asked. I couldn't tell if the suggestion raised a concern for her friend's welfare or if she didn't want Cinnamon keeping me to herself.

  "Any room," Cinnamon replied, slumping her shoulders to demonstrate her fatigue.

  "Kash," Vanilla addressed me. "How do you feel about being restrained and guarded?"

  I knew my fantasy of immediately becoming a trusted member of their crew was not realistic. My hopes of rubbing shoulders, as well as other body parts, with these cuties would be delayed more than I preferred. But I knew that I needed to come across as agreeable. Once I got my foot in the door, I could surely make friends.

  "I understand," I told her. "You don't trust me yet. Even though Cinnamon vouches for me you want to keep an eye on me until I prove myself. I'm fine with that. I'd rather not be just sitting around if there is work that I can be doing, but I'll be patient."

  Vanilla stared at me for a minute. Cinnamon didn't say another word but was obviously annoyed at how long the decision was taking. Honeysuckle kept glancing between the three of us, nearly as eager for a response as I was.

  "I think that we should let him in," Honeysuckle finally broke the silence.

  "I know that you do," Vanilla responded. Perhaps the green skinned girl was notoriously flirty or had a soft heart. Befriending her quickly would be a good idea I thought. "You both want to let him in. But the final decision is not mine of course. Sage may throw him right back out there to the dragons when she returns. Until then, we can keep him under guard."

  "Thank you, Vanilla," Cinnamon said respectfully. She appeared to genuinely like the angelic nurse. It wasn't just about following her orders. "Should I take him to my room?"

  "No. Honey can guard him in the galley while you prepare Koradd's old room."

  "But that room is damaged," my comely tan friend said.

  "I know," Vanilla responded. "But the door locks. No one else wants that room, so it is the closest thing we have to a brig. It's best that we give the appearance of keeping him locked up when Sage returns. We don't want her to have an exaggerated concern when she finds out what we've done."

  Vanilla walked gracefully up the steps first, followed by Cinnamon. That left Honeysuckle bringing up the rear with my machete in one hand and my pack in the other. She was not maintaining a safe distance, though. If I was so inclined, I could easily overpower her and take back my weapon. With Vanilla unarmed that would almost put me in control of the situation. But I had no idea who else was already on the ship. Cinnamon said three were gone looking for clean water. If I didn't completely misunderstand, they had six women and two men in their crew.

  There was no reason for me to take action against these girls. But being a criminal, and then an inmate, had me always analyzing the situation and recognizing my options. I wanted to get in good with this stellar crew. The three that I had met so far all seemed nice and agreeable to my presence. Hopefully the vibe wouldn't change much after this Sage returns. I assumed that was one of the girls, probably the highest ranking of them. But where were the men?

  There was access to the lower level on the left and the right before ascending the stairs. Open doorways there revealed very little. Supply lockers. A couple tools left on the floor. That floor might be solely for cargo and workspace. Both women had come from the upper level and were guiding me back there. That suggested that both the galley and the quarters were on that level.

  At the top of the steps was a wall. We had to turn left or right to continue. Both placed us in a narrow hallway. Vanilla led the way to the right then turned left to proceed toward the front of the ship.

  The first door on the right was closed. A small sign at eye level had Cinnamon's name. It opened automatically when she passed by, but not when Vanilla did. It was triggered by the owner's presence only. The door swiftly closed without any lights coming on. I wasn't able to make out any details inside. As crew quarters there probably wasn't much to see. I seriously doubted that Cinnamon had posters on her wall, or a bunch of teddy bears on the bed.

  The next door was to the left, and it was open. Vanilla stopped in the doorway causing lights to kick on and reveal a medical room. There was an examination bed that adjusted in height and angle. White supply cabinets covered the wall and a few gadgets were resting on a clean counter. There was also a glassed off section like a laboratory.

  "Are either of you injured?" Vanilla asked.

  When we both replied no, Vanilla continued to the third door on the right. The second door was closed and had another name tag. Coffee, it said. At first, I thought that was where they kept the coffee. It was only natural until you realized that a ship wouldn't need a whole room dedicated to just one type of beverage. These rooms on the right appeared to be quarters, so there must be another girl with that name. Or, that could be one of the guys.

  Vanilla slipped into the third room when it opened, never turning back. She trusted the other two ladies to follow her instructions without needing her supervision. I wasn't able to make out details in her room either due to the angle. I was still at least ten feet from the opening.

  Cinnamon stopped at the second open doorway on the left and gestured for me to enter. It gently illuminated to reveal a large room with two tables and sixteen chairs, all fastened to the floor. There were food stations on the left wall that resembled microwaves and condiment cubes. The rest of the walls were cabinet doors. There was nothing left sitting out. Both tables were clean and empty.

  Honeysuckle asked Cinnamon for her weapon. Perhaps she would be more comfortable with it than my machete. She referred to it as a cutter. A tool, just as I had surmised. My dirty brown haired, brown eyed friend then continued down the hallway out of sight.

  The shorter, green skinned beauty gestured for me to take a seat at one of the tables. She then went to the other side to sit down. Behind her was another doorway that led to the other hallway. I imagined that the crew quarters were along the outside walls of the upper level, with the galley and medical facility in the center. There was probably a control room at the very front of the ship.

  "What happened to your ship?" Honeysuckle asked. She placed my machete on
the chair beside her and kept the cutter in her right hand as she rested her elbows on the table. If I were actually dangerous, she was being too careless. I could easily remove the weapon from her grasp.

  "I didn't come here on a ship," I told her. I proceeded to explain my situation the same way that I did for Cinnamon, again leaving out the details about my imprisonment. When I confirmed that it was the same story that I told her friend, she seemed to accept it without any visible doubt.

  "I thought that Vanilla would want to question me," I told the girl across the table. She was a little shorter than Cinnamon, maybe five-foot four-inches. Barefoot she appeared even smaller.

  "No," Honeysuckle told me. "She's not into interrogation. She's the ship’s doctor. That just happens to make her the highest-ranking member of the crew on the ship at the moment. As long as we don't let you go roaming free, she won't care."

  "So, you are the interrogator then?"

  "No, again," she laughed. Her eyes took on a flirty look. She was quickly gaining on Cinnamon in my popularity chart, which currently only had three women. Vanilla could possibly surpass both of them if she was a bit friendlier. "Sage will handle all the serious questions when she gets back. If she comes back. I'm just curious."

  "Why do you say if she comes back?"

  "Nobody has been gone this long before. We're really worried. That's why Cinnamon went looking for them."

  "So, Sage and two others?"

  "Yeah. Coffee and Strawberry."

  "Let me guess," I said, showing some excitement. "Strawberry has red hair." When she nodded, I told her that I had spotted a redhead briefly.

  "When?"

  "Yesterday," I replied. It seemed to improve her hopes of seeing her friends again. "All three of them are women, then?" She nodded again. "Where are the men?"

  "Didn't Cinnamon tell you? They are both dead, eaten by dragons."

  "Oh, no, I'm sorry." What? No men? Just me? Holy shit! Is this really happening?

  Honeysuckle shrugged her shoulders. "It's no loss, really. There were both black holes, if you know what I mean. We're better off without them."

  I understood the astronomical reference immediately. "None of you beautiful women prefer to have men around?" I asked. "I don't mean to pry, but aren't any of you into men, I mean, sexually?"

  She giggled again. "Yeah, we all like men when it comes to sex. But capable men are hard to come by."

  "What does that mean?"

  "Oh, I forgot already," she replied with enthusiasm. She had something fun to tell me. "You are from another time. Most men in our world can't really have sex. I mean, our galaxy. I don't want to get too graphic, but the basic problem is that they can't have an erection."

  "Huh?" I was legitimately shocked. It made it difficult for me to control my mouth. "With all you gorgeous women around, they couldn't get it up?"

  I made her laugh again. And she was blushing. "Nope," she finally replied. "Am I to assume that you don't have that particular problem?"

  Honeysuckle was smiling big anticipating my reply. I leaned forward and whispered to her, "Truth is, I probably get an erection more often than I should."

  Her eyes got big as she opened her mouth wide in surprise. "Well, that is going to help you quite a bit, I think. I'll make sure that Sage knows that important piece of information before she starts her interrogation. If I had to guess how this situation will go, I would expect that you just might have a home here with us."

  CHAPTER TEN:

  "Lady pull your pants down,

  Let me get my fingers into you,

  You don't have to think about it,

  Cause it’s what I'm gonna do."

  I sang the perverted version of one my favorite songs in my head as Cinnamon guided me to the quarters that previously belonged to Koradd, the dead pilot. All the scent-blocking dirt had been removed from her lovely body. I quickly re-ranked the girls in my head. She cleaned up so very nice that she was back on top by a large margin.

  Her legs tapered perfectly down to that thick tendon before disappearing into her wedge boot. Pale dots increased in size going up before fading away just below her firm calves. The skin modification provided a sharp contrast to her dark tan skin around the ankle. The borders between the two shades then got fuzzier the higher they went. The same pattern had been applied to her wrists and forearms.

  The distinct scent of Cinnamon was much stronger now, but not overbearing. The sweetness in the air suggested that they mixed sugar into her body's flavor packet, but that may have been my imagination. I naughtily wondered if it was possible to taste it on her skin. If that was possible, I would seriously consider having the surgery done on my penis, once we get rescued. Make my manhood deliciously irresistible. Maybe taste like chocolate. I accidentally chuckled out loud at my own joke.

  "What's funny?" Cinnamon asked as she typed another series of numbers into the tiny panel hidden under the name plate. The door to Koradd's quarters had been locked to keep people out. Soon it would be to keep me in.

  "Nothing," I replied as the door slid open. It was still dark inside.

  Cinnamon did not step into the room as I expected. She stood her ground blocking me from entering as well. "If you want us to trust you," she said. "You shouldn't keep secrets. What were you laughing about?"

  After a deep breath, I answered, "If you must know, it had to do with her scent mod."

  "What about it?"

  "I don't want to come across as a pervert," I told her.

  "Well, you certainly will now if you don't tell me."

  "I was just curious," I told her as I glanced around for eavesdroppers. For all I knew, our conversation was being broadcast in other rooms of the ship. "You smell very nice, even sweeter than before the dirt was removed. I was just wondering if the modification affected the taste of your skin as well."

  Cinnamon's eyes got big. Then she glanced down the hallway, like she needed help. I thought, oh shit, I fucked up. I should have thought of something more subtle to say.

  "I'm sorry," I told her hastily.

  When she looked back up into my eyes and leaned closer, she didn't look the least bit angry. Then she held her right wrist up to my face and pointed to where nurses would take a pulse. "Lick here," she whispered.

  What a pleasant surprise. I extended my tongue and slowly dragged it across the width of her wrist while maintaining eye contact. The smell was stronger just from getting my face that close to her body. I could clearly taste the sugar on her skin, but not much else. Combined with the scent I received a full dose of the arousal that must have been intended. My gorgeous new friend came across to my brain as more than edible.

  "Wow," I said. I knew that this could be a defining moment in our relationship. Play it cool, I told myself. Don't attack her with passion. Instead I said something that I probably shouldn't have. "Do you taste that good all over?"

  To my delight she did not appear overly offended. More amused. "It is stronger in some places than others," she whispered as she stepped back to a safe distance. I could not manage to control my eyes after that comment. They glanced down to her breasts, then to her crotch.

  "Kash, you are a pervert, aren't you?" she exclaimed in a louder whisper, looking somewhere between offended and playful.

  "I'm the good kind of pervert," I answered, not able to think of anything better quick enough.

  "Oh," she said, purely playful then. "There is a good kind?"

  Just then Vanilla stepped out of her room. Her quarters were directly beside Koradd's. "Is everything okay?" Vanilla asked her crew mate.

  "Yes," Cinnamon replied without even a hint of embarrassment. "I'm showing him to his room."

  "Are you two hungry?" the nurse then asked. When we both responded eagerly to the affirmative, Vanilla smiled. It showed me the softer side of her. I grinned a little too seductively back when she looked me in the eye. Quickly turning away, she said, "Let Kash get acquainted with his room for a few minutes while we have a meeting. Then
he can eat with us."

  The quarters were surprisingly simplistic. Perhaps my cinnamon girl had removed everything else before I was allowed to enter. The head of the bed went against the interior wall on the left. It was wide enough to fit two people but a bit narrower that what we called a full-size. The far wall which was at the very front of the ship was covered with lockers. Half of them, though, were mangled with doors dangling open on broken hinges. The outside wall on the right had a mural of the galaxy. Part of it had rippled also with the damage that I assumed was caused by the huge red dragon tree that rested against the hull.

  I had forgotten to ask about a bathroom. There was no door except for the one that I came in. The only other thing in the room was my backpack. I quickly but silently checked the lockers for anything usable. The guy's uniforms were a little big for me but could work in a pinch. I only had the one spare shirt of my own.