Dirty Girls
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The giant green lizard then faced me and said, "I... hate... blues."
CHAPTER THIRTY:
I informed the friendly green dragon that I needed to get a few more photos of the damaged section of the ship. My complete lack of experience in reading the facial expressions of his kind left me wondering if he understood. It felt very strange for me to turn my back on him, but there was no logic to him killing me now. He had a huge corpse to feast on already and rescuing me would have been a total waste of time if he changed his mind now. Hopefully, logical thinking would prevail. But some creatures simply did whatever was in their nature.
As casually as I could manage, I recorded a couple minutes of my new friend as he was devouring the bloody carcass. Once I was sure that I had enough record of the ship's issues, my reason for going up there to begin with, I headed for the ladder. Surviving this situation, essentially winning a battle with dragons, was a fantastic accomplishment. Fulfilling my obligation so that Honeysuckle had what she needed was going to earn me some big points with the crew as well.
I was very interested in learning more from my new giant lizard friend. Between his slow speech, preoccupation with his disgusting meal, and my eagerness to return inside, I decided to wait for a better opportunity. The mixed odor of the living, breathing pungent beast, combined with the gutted open animal's soggy rotting wood scent was starting to get me nauseous.
I did take the time to tell him my name and say that I looked forward to seeing him again. He revealed his name to be Gako and may have indicated that he would be staying nearby in the closest gigantic red tree for the foreseeable future. I didn't feel like we had formed an eternal bond by any means. It was more like he was simply returning the favor after I had left the bear carcass for him to eat. That was a misunderstanding that worked to my favor. My study of the ship's data on the local predators was limited. I did remember, though, that Gako's particular kind liked to spend most of their day resting. The less energy required to obtain a meal the better.
A few drops of blood dripped from the nasty scrape on the back of my right hand as I slowly made my way down the ladder. After finding my discarded pistol at the base of a sticky bush I decided to look back through what I had recorded with the camera. I was happy to find that the device had continued filming during the battle from its poor angle as it sat on the hull of the ship. It was not movie quality by any means, but it was certainly enough to support the war hero story I was beginning to form in my head.
Before I could reach the back end of the ship, I heard footsteps approaching, running through the trampled grass around the corner. Cinnamon was the first to appear, then Coffee and Honeysuckle. By the time that I gave each of them a quick hug, Strawberry joined them with the energy rifle in her hands. She was the only one of them cleared to use the weapon. I was glad that she didn't let my concerned friends come racing out without any protection. The cutters they held no longer qualified as a reliable weapon in my eyes.
"Are you okay?" Cinnamon asked, obviously distraught.
"Just a scratch," I told her as I showed my injury. Two bloody scratches crossed my hand from wrist to thumb, one deeper than the other.
"How did you get that?" Honeysuckle asked, fascinated more than concerned.
"Dragon," I replied like it was nothing unusual.
"Where is it now?" Strawberry asked as she raised her weapon toward the sky behind me. All flirtation gone from her body language she was ready to shoot something. I didn't like the barrel pointed in my direction, or that of the other ladies, but her caution was understandable.
"It's dead," I answered. "Let's get back inside before its friend comes back looking for it."
I spread my arms wide like I was scooping them up and directing them back toward the entrance of the ship. They all complied. Strawberry led the group but walked backwards to guard our rear.
"You killed it with the gun?" Cinnamon asked, looking down at the pistol in my hand.
"No, actually. The bastard knocked the gun out of my hand, dropping it all the way down to the ground. That's how I got this scratch. I just retrieved the pistol on my way back. I had to use my sword to kill it."
"Wow!" was the unanimous reaction to my claim. There may have been some disbelief in the tone of one or two of them, but overall, they appeared impressed.
Cinnamon was on my right, inspecting my wound more closely as we walked. I felt the other two beauties shuffle to get closer to me on my left. I had already gotten intimate with both of them. I was happy to see their continued attraction to me thriving.
Remembering that I would soon be showing them footage of the battle, I decided to come clean regarding my rooftop helper. They would need to know soon enough anyway. I would be a super sucky new friend to allow Strawberry to shoot the green dragon after it saved my life.
"There were two blue dragons that attacked me, but the green that has been hanging around the big tree down there came to my rescue. Together we chased off one of them and killed the other. He's up there eating the blue carcass right now. I have video on the camera you can watch once we get inside."
There was a murmur of excitement between the girls. I knew after they got the chance to watch the recording, their respect and admiration of me would only grow. Strawberry stood at the door as the other women entered. When I stepped up to walk in, she moved closer, practically blocking my path.
"Congratulations on your victory," Strawberry said seductively. I wasn't entirely sure if she meant my win over the dragons or my foiling of what I perceived to be Sage's plan. She seemed sincere, though, as she leaned into my body causing my left arm to wrap around her slim waist. The scent of sweet fruit was milder than the aroma of her crew mates. "Let me know if there is anything I can do to help. I believe our projects should overlap more and more as we go. I would love it if we started working closely together."
I noticed Cinnamon lingering on the stairs waiting for me, jealousy twitching at her face. She had tolerated my relationship with Coffee and Honey, almost encouraged it. Strawberry's advance, however, was striking her much differently.
"We can talk more about that later," I told her.
Someone had already informed Vanilla of my injury, so she pushed by the girls to have a look. It didn't take long before she ordered everyone to back off, directing me into the infirmary. I relinquished my camera to Honeysuckle. She happily led the others into the galley to get a look at the recording. They were nearly trampling on each other’s heels in their excitement like they were heading for a one-time-only sale on brand name fashions.
The saintly Vanilla then led me to the exam room bed and went to work on my hand without the need for any explanation. The damage was apparent, and her advanced technology for healing was effective almost immediately.
When someone stepped into the medical bay, I turned to see who it was. Sage stood there smiling. I wasn't sure what to make of it. The mellow scents of the two women combined had the effect of aroma therapy, encouraging me to relax.
"Let me get him healed before you..." Vanilla started.
"This will only take a minute," Sage cut her off as she sauntered toward me. She glanced at my injury then to my retracted sword handle hanging from my hip, then back to my eyes. Had she already been informed that my newly acquired weapon had been implemented, or was she watching the whole ordeal remotely as it played out?
"You never cease to amaze me," Sage said as she ran her fingers through my hair. I wasn't falling for her charm this time. My balls still hurt when I remembered what she did the first instance when she touched me. I instinctively pulled my head away before she could get a good grip on my hair. "Take the rest of the day off," she told me then, realizing how I was going to react. "We'll have our meeting in the morning."
Then Sage turned and walked away, wagging that big booty of hers like it was a chore to haul it around. Her calves were bigger than mine, but perfectly sculptured and super smooth as they shifted from white to the soft green skin matching h
er name. I turned away before she could look back and catch me watching.
I was given a standing ovation by the time that I had entered the galley. Everyone but the doctor and our commanding officer were there replaying my recording, pausing to point out the exciting moments and how remarkably close I had come to death. With the adrenaline gone, I felt tremors tugging at my muscles. My hands were going to start shaking soon. I wisely dismissed myself and headed for my room.
Coffee and Honey quickly joined me in the hallway ready to escort me to my quarters, one on each elbow. Though disappointed when I told them that I needed to rest alone for a while, they were eager to bring me some food. They fixed what they considered to be my favorites and brought them in with a large tray. Not waiting for instructions or interested in leaving me alone, they placed the buffet of fine food in the middle of my bed and crawled on to help me clear the plates. The sizable meal did help me fight off the jitters but made me even more fatigued.
Two women on my bed was a very nice thing to experience after months in prison. Beautiful, expertly modified young women were even better. Their desire to seduce and please me was an incredible feeling. I was careful not to hurt their feelings as I explained that I really needed some rest. I blamed the pain medication when I asked them to leave, not sure if that was an actual side effect of the modern version. They claimed that they understood, and I certainly hoped that they did. Continued relationships with the two of them was a high priority for my future. Only two things were more important.
Dethroning Sage, and making sweet passionate love to my favorite girl, Cinnamon.
I slept for a few hours before a heard the soft knock at the door. The clock above the door frame revealed that it was late evening already. I shook the fog from my brain and rolled out of bed to tap the flat panel switch. I knew that I could record voice commands, but I hadn't gotten around to it yet.
The door to my new quarters, those previously occupied by the captain, then slid open to reveal the lovely shape of Cinnamon walking away.
"Oh," she said as she turned. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Kash. I just wanted to check on you."
I gestured for her to come back as I stood there in the doorway. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I told her. "I just got tired for a bit. Thanks for coming to see me."
"You are welcome," she replied bashfully. She was never as flirtatious as her two friends. Now with my status climbing, I fully expected to get a lot more attention. Yet, somehow, I didn't anticipate things between us being much different. Cinnamon wasn't like that. She would have been the girl back in my time that wasn't swayed by a nice car or large bank roll. She would be more impressed by the way you treated her grandma or younger siblings.
"Well," she said slowly, like she didn't want the conversation to end. "I'm glad that you weren't seriously hurt. That video of yours has really created a stir among the girls. Everyone is amazed at how you were able to survive. I didn't mean to interrupt your rest. Please let me know if there is anything you need, Kash. Seriously."
I smiled as I reached for hand. Pulling it to my lips got a bashful grin out of her as well.
"I'd love it if you would spend the night with me," I told her. "Here in my room, in my bed." I was tempted to add that we did not have to have sex if she wasn't ready. Or she could leave whenever she wanted. I just needed her with me. But I didn't want her to think about those things at the moment. Just commit to spending time with me.
I have known plenty of beautiful women in my life. I have also been acquainted with my share of nice girls, too. Those that were a pure joy to be around, regardless of whether you were working, relaxing, drinking, or disagreeing over something frivolous. Cinnamon was the best example of each, and a perfect combination of the two.
The tan skinned, sweet smelling brunette leaned forward, spinning one of her boots charmingly on its toe. After releasing a deep breath, she bit her lip then replied. "I'd like that very much."
As I ushered her inside my room, I began singing my favorite perverted song:
“There is nothing wrong with me,
Buff-fucking you.”
“What?”
“And giving your ass to me,
Can never be wrong,
Unless you have to poo.”
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