Tramp Wars: The Enemy

by Larry Roberts

  Mark just stared at him and smiled for a minute. His father had always said give the client time to think and get used to the deal; especially when the client would benefit from the deal, he will invent his own reasons. Pressure would only result in blind opposition. Mark could see the Chief shake his head rejecting or accepting ideas one by one as he vacillated pro and con over doing the vast complicated move.

  Smiling, Mark offered a bit of encouragement. “Can you imagine how happy all the couples and children would be. Moral would skyrocket and complaints would plummet, just because of you.” Then continued to star at him and finally drove in the nail. “Yes, you’re right Chief, the Captain just loves not having her orders carried out.” Turning to Steve. “Come on Ensign let’s get to the party. At least we are off the damn baby decks.”

  “Well I think maybe we could possible… call in some extra help. The Marines are always looking for something to do and I am sure the couples would help and with the Ensigns, it would not take that long.”

  “Now you’re thinking. But I don’t think it would be a good idea to call any of the Officers. You know how picky and irrational Ensigns can get, especially the bitch.” Mark had no clue who the witch was but the Chief did not like her and that was good enough. “It could complicate things a little.” A slight understatement. “Just assign them Cabins and get them moved.”

  “Ya sure Mr. Collins. I think I can do it.” The Chief said chuckling with growing enthusiasm. “It is a lot of moving but it would solve the Junior Officers Billeting problem once and for all and completely comply with the Captains orders. Ah yes… Mr. Collins, what about the Lieutenant JG’s do you want to billet them together in one group or scatter a couple in each of the dorms? “

  “If it was me making the decision I think having a couple or three of the more experienced lieutenants to kind of mentor the Ensigns in each dorm would make sense.” Turning to see Steve’s baffled worried look. “And to keep the parties from getting to out of hand.” That brought a big relieved smile to Steve’s face. “Well you seem to have things well in hand Chief. But could you use our help?” The clerk looked up briefly shaking his head no and mouthing (Thanks sir.) as he listened on the phone. “Good then we will head for the party.”

  The Chief hung up the phone and turned to Mark. “Sir; we will have the tykes all tucked in their new little beds by 2200 Mr. Collins. Thank you for the orders." Sliding a sheet over the counter at Mark with a pen. Mark lifted his eyes and swallowed but finally reached over grabbing the bio-pen. After Mark signed, the Chief smiled as he turned around. "Enjoy the party.”

  They turned for the elevator. His stomach suddenly growling with the release of the tension Mark had felt. “You know I have to admit it would have been nice to be a lot closer to the Mess deck in the morning Steve, I’m always starving when I get out of bed but we can’t have everything.” Mark smiled, turning back to the Chief. "Any possibility you could get a snack bar put into the lounge down there?" Mark quickly regretted letting his stomach open his mouth. His father had said many times that a good trader had to know when to quit; too many seemingly innocent caveats can kill a deal after it’s a certainty. The simpler the deal, the better chance it had of being carried out. "Sorry Chief. Never mind my, stomach is just being an ideate."

  They headed down the passageway for the elevator. Steve dancing as they walked, hitting Marks shoulder again. "Man, shit is going to hit the fan when we start partying."

  Mark looked at him as he tapped the elevator pad. Shit was definitely going to hit the fan later. But it was stupid to have single officers living in luxury when families with kids lived in holes. But then something always happens to stop things that make sense from happening. Someone objects or gets cold feet or problems crop up. If nothing else the Captain would probably veto things in the morning and make everyone move back to the way things where before and he would wind up into a single bedroom sweat. But what the hell, at least he tried and he had fun stirring the pot. Whether it ever happened or not. He was still in his cabin for now. He was starting to like the little broom closet. After all, it was his broom closet. Suddenly wondering how Dian fit into his new rapidly changing world. Still not really believing she was becoming part of it. Not even sure if he wanted her to become part of his life or not or what that even meant, but definitely sure he wanted to screw her again just as much as possible and as soon as possible.

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  They entered A-Hold with the party going strong with loud music playing across the hold. The dinner tables had been pushed back around the outside edge toward the elevator with a dance floor laid out in the center. Concession and carney booths lined the side of the hold on the far side of the dance floor in front of the junk piles and down a narrow valley out onto the open cargo hatch ramp. Dinner was still being served as more people arrived.

  Mark was tackled by Diane almost as soon as he got out of the elevator. Giving her a big hug as she lip locked him, he could not believe how glad he was to see her again. Her wet lips sucking him in as he snuck his hand down onto her soft big butt cheek to give it a squeeze with his heart racing at the fact that he could and she seemed to like it, kissing him all the harder.

  A few minutes later as they headed to grab some chow, a female in an Ensign's uniform suddenly latched onto his other arm giving him a good swallow of her mixed drink (that seemed to burn on the way down and quickly spread out into his body). She shoving the drink to his lips every few seconds whether he wanted to or not while guiding them towered a half dozen woman Ensigns, trying her best to lose Diane. Mark starred at the Ensign as he realized she was the gal that had almost broken his hand and kicked him the previous morning before heading off on a vacation with Chet. (Her monster boobs being the first clue). A vacation that was evidentially cut short because of him. Mark could not help smiling remembering the gal standing naked in full view of him the day before as she bent over the gurney so the medic could rub some cream over her ass and then her breasts. Though he suddenly became worried about his tormentors showing up to exact their revenge for the little joke he had played on them. Until he felt her very large firm breast purposely start rubbing against his arm and her blouse parted showing way to much cleavage.

  She leaned close kissing his ear. "My name is Cindy and you are my new boyfriend." She said as she rubbed against him. When they reached her friends, Cindy gave Mark a big kiss and said. “Girls I want you to meet my new boyfriend Ensign Collins.”

  As soon as Mark saw the girls Cindy had walked up to, he remembered seeing two of them coming out of the chain room with Cindy, his mind flashing over the fact that they helped Chet’s buddies do their little number on him. Then his mind jumped to the two of them bending over the gurney with their naked butts hanging out for him to see bringing an even bigger smile to his face.

  “Let's go up on the platform.” Cindy continued. “I hear there is a great new place to eat. My new sweetheart is buying for all us Girls.” As they headed for the lift basket, Steve fallowed behind with his tongue hanging out trying to talk to any female Ensign that would listen.

  As they reached the lift basket Cindy and her friends managed to pull Diane off his arm as they crowded into the basket. Shutting the gate in her face before one of the girls hit the up button. “You will just have to get the next one little girl. Mark is playing with the big girls now.” Cindy said smiling down at her as the basket started raising. Mark, Cindy and four of her friends crowded close enough for Mark to feel much of the girl's privates whether he wanted to or not.

  A gal’s hair started ticking his nose and face but turning his head only made it worse as a familiar itch signaled a sneeze coming on. Trying to raise his hand to keep from sneezing and brush the hair away, his hand slipped across one galls butt and then under the blouse of another and up onto her boob. With his hand caught, he turned away just in time to sneeze bending over the side of the basket as he grabbed a handful of boob to keep from falling. Get
ting a giggle out of the girls as he held on for dear life each time he sneezed the mandatory three times. Then he turned red as he pull his hand back out as the girl tried to clamp it to her breast. Finally freeing his hand Cindy took his hand and placed it inside the top of her already half open blouse onto her huge bare breast under her bra with her hard nipple sticking between his fingers. “Play your cards right lover and you will get to play with all of me.” Marks mouth dropped open as he starred, even after she pulled his hand out when the basket started up past the edge of the grated deck of Tramptown.

  A bunch of male ensigns showed up crowding in amongst the gals as they exited the lift basket. Mark's parents and Jolleen, Peter, Tom and Dick looked at Mark from the open hatch of their clubhouse as he was dragged past. Trying to stop the rush to talk to his parents and friends but Cindy pulled him down the grated boulevard and he was quickly surrounded. They continued tasting the food and drink from the venders that had set up shop in the front of many of the containers. Two of the male Ensigns taking the arm of each of Cindy‘s friends. Most of the young men seemed to know the female ensigns very well. With Ensign Reeves a bit put out with Cindy ignoring his attempt to take her other arm as she concentrated on and paying attention to only Mark until Trixie (seaming very pleased with herself) took her place on Ensigns Reeves arm. Though she had to press his hand between her legs as she rubbed up against him before he saw it that way. Though he continued to make rude and derogatory comments to Mark who ignored them out of long habit.

  Diane and Ensign Banacheck joined Mark again as soon as they could get up the lift but the other ensigns kept stepping between both of them and Mark. They fallowed behind as part of the crowed as the half dozen unattached Ensigns kept hitting on Diane and getting rebuffed by her a little more rudely each time they tried.

  Overwhelmed by it all with his mind starting to fuzz, Mark just followed along feeling a bit detached from his body as several more drinks were forced down him by Cindy and then after his eyes glazed over they appeared in his hand and never seemed to empty. Still not believing or used to all the attention. He could see Diane starting to get a little miffed but his fussy mind could not see or understand what her problem was as the warm booze made everything great. Though the mouth wash on Cindy's breath was strong enough to deck him at first until her wet lips stopped him noticing.

  Diane was starting to get a lot miffed as Mark seamed all too happy with the attention he was getting from Cindy as she kept rubbing her big breasts up against him. Though Mark kept looking at Diane across the void every time he had a chance especially when Cindy turned her attention away from him for a few seconds and in time even when she wasn't. His eyes seamed to turn toward Dian every chance he got no matter what Cindy was doing to him as he stopped responding, just going along to dumbfounded to say no. Dian finely realized that Mark looked more like he was in shock and dazed by all that had happened to him that day than really enjoying himself. Fact was he was looking more and more bored with Cindy the more she rubbed against and kissed him.

  Finely, in a cargo container turned into a Pub with tables lining both sides and a bar at the back end; Mark tore himself away from Cindy long enough to walk unsteadily to the head behind the bar. When he came back he sat down next to Diane taking her hand as he slipped his credit card into her hand. “Wow keep that for me. Do you believe what is going on? Are you Ok?” Mark asked as he leaned back against the cold container’s corrugated bulkhead closing his eyes finely able to relax. “Sorry; I have not meant to ignore you but...”

  “There you are sweetheart!” Cindy sat down on his lap giving him a big kiss and stuffing his hand down her bra as she looked at Dian. Then dragging him out of the seat as everyone left the bar and headed for the next.

  One of Cindy’s friends bent down as Mark was dragged away looking over his shoulder at her, perplexed at what to do. “You don’t need to come little girl. The Officers will take good care of the new Ensign now. His little initiation before we put him through hell for a year if he lasts that long.” She was jerked away by one of the male Ensigns. Laughing as she looked back over her shoulder at Dian. “He is an officer now and doesn’t need little girls to play house with.” As the woman cuddled up against the guy that was stealing her away, they left following the other ensigns.

  Steve sitting at the table next to hers bent over towards her. "You have to ignore them. They are all just assholes with a new toy to play with and they are right. Tomorrow they are going to start treating him like shit so don't worry Dian. He is all yours if he ever has the time after their shit 24/7.” Chuckling as he got up. “That is if he lives through the night, he is going to feel like shit tomorrow. They put me and my fellow Probee’s through the same last year and then the next day treated us like shit, not giving us the time of day since until I am the last one standing." He left following the crowd.

  Diane followed behind at a discreet distance as they made their way down onto the hold's main deck. Mark at least getting a chance to say high to his parents as they went by the shop that had the Club’s camp tables and chairs out front by then with the ladder up to the next deck several containers away affording them their own little private area without a box placed were the lift tractor was supposed to be parked, even though with all the boxes in the way it could no longer get to it. Getting a couple of minutes to talk as the mass of ensigns took several baskets runs to get down off the deck. Mark had time to introduced Dian and Steve to his Parents before Cindy stole him away again wanting to know what happened to his credit card so she could buy everyone drinks again with Mark simply shrugging his shoulders. But the drinks materialized anyway even after Cindy had searched Marks pockets trying to find it and deciding that Mark could simply pay her back later when they found his card again.

  Down below on the main deck of the hold, they made their way through the half a hundred booths now set up around the hold and out onto the ramp hanging some 700feet above the pit. Buying drinks from the nearest booth each time a glass or can was emptied as they played the games. The group much too drunk to win any of the prizes though not from the lack of trying. They finely found space at a group of tables and seats lining the rail along the end of the huge platform hanging out into the nights open air. A bar not far away at the center of the open hatch with a dance floor across the center of the platform. The sun had set long before and the Star port lights and ships stretched out around them. The huge gas giant planet covering most of the sky above with a big red spot off to one side. A warm breeze gently blew across the tables.

  After spending a couple hours following the heard, Dian could not stand watching Cindy pawing at the half catatonic Mark who by this time looked to glassy eyed drunk to feel anything as she dragged him across the dance floor practically dry humping him. Dian found herself looking out across the port as she leaned on the rail at the ramps edge. Trying to figure out what the hell she was doing following the moron being dragged around by the bitch. Only she knew he was anything but a moron. More like a helpless baby caught in a cyclone storm he could not understand or deal with at the moment and just weathering it out. Looking down at the card he had entrusted her with for safe keeping she kissed it and shoved it back into her pocket.

  Taking a deep breath she slowly let it out counting to ten. “All storms end and I am going to be needed to pick up the pieces.” She told herself. Her hormones were still flooding her body and mind keeping her fixated on Mark, not allowing her to think of any alternatives or being without him. Only her passivism against all violence kept her from waging in and clawing the bitch’s eyes out.

  Wanting to cry as she starred out across the port unable to watch Mark being dragged around the dance floor any longer. An arm slipped around her shoulders, the drunk using her to remain up right as much as anything as he grabbed onto the rail 700 feet above the pit floor with his other hand. She started to elbow the guy's stomach for bothering her again when she realized it was Mark. “Oh. Hi.” She said surprised, biting her l
ip ready to cry or scream or hit him or throw herself around him, but finally said. “Where is your new girlfriend? Won’t she get lonely without you?” She could not keep the bight out of her words even though she tried. She slipped her hand up over his hand on her shoulder and squeezed.

  Mark looked over at her unsteadily with a smile as he hung on tight to the rail with one hand and her bare shoulder with the other swaying back and forth. “That gal is… Looney tunes... and, probably screwed half the ensigns here, with the other half wishing they could.” Looking out across the Port. “Can we go…? Home now? It has been a long day…. I think my whole body would hurt, if it was not so numb. No, I take that back, it does hurt.”

  Closing her eyes as tears ran down her cheeks, she smiled as she took another deep breath in relief. She had no more than slipped her arm around Mark giving him a hug when he was suddenly jerked away from her again. She was pushed away almost sending her over the rail. “You keep your hands off of him you civilian Bee-itch. Let's go boys I am bored.” The ensigns closed in around Mark as he disappeared in the crowd. Steve lingering behind long enough to look at her in desperation but finely shrugged and followed the group.

  Watching Mark leave with an ensign on each arm even with the crowd around him. His feeble protests lost in the turmoil. She started getting pissed at Mark but quickly realized that it was good he was not a fighter when he got drunk. They tended to lose control easily as they got older. Turning more and more violent. She had seen all too many of their victims in sickbay. It was good that he was a pussy when he was drunk. She had to admit a cute helpless pussy as the hormones from his short touch and her quick hug surged inside her making her love him even more. Making it hard to fight the rage to kill the bitch welling up inside her bringing tears to her eyes.