Tramp Wars: The Enemy

by Larry Roberts

  Mark frowned looking at her with dismay. "I... I did not mean to do either. It was 3 to one Hun and I really didn't want to get beat up again in front of you. Especially after such a nice evening. I was just defending myself. I really am sorry. I will let them beat me to a bloody pulp next time just so you can fix me up again. I promise"

  Slapping Mark’s shoulder, Dian tried to keep from smiling as she got up and slid into the desk chair tapping her code into the Medical computer and bringing up the emergency room and the charts on Chet and his friends. "Ok good, according to this, no permanent damage was done. No broken wrist, just dislocated, no concussion and he won't have any problem speaking again in a few days." A sigh of relief escaped as she let out her breath and sat back down next to Mark. "What is this about beating you up again? I thought you two where friends the way Chet kept smiling at me and teasing you."

  "No! Not friends. Unless you can call stealing my glasses and kicking the shit out of me every chance they got if he was bored as friends. No I am sorry but it usually starts with him or one of his buddies stealing my glasses somehow. But I recently received some training and when Chet reached for my glasses this time, I just went into auto defense mod." Mark took a deep breath and smiled. "But then I probably should not have chained his truck to the deck a few days ago or put superglue on his fan blades or glued his girlfriend’s butt to the seat after he broke a bunch of toys the Warren kid had in a box just for his entertainment while the kid was out of sight of his parents. I thought ruining his little vacation with ensign striptease was just payback for destroying the kid’s toys as well as terrorizing and slapping the boy around. Oh you remember Chet’s date don’t you? The ensign that put the moves on me my first night as an ensign. You looked like you were about ready to kill her yourself."

  "Well maybe." Dian looked at him and smiled. "I did love it when you puked all over her that night."

  "Oh god that is one night I would rather forget but then she does have some humongous boobs." Mark smiled back at Dian as he cupped one of hers. "But then all anyone needs is a hand full to play with. Anymore is a waste but then they are nice to look at." He moved his hand out a good foot from her chest in inflated comparison.

  Dian hit him across the shoulder pulling away. "Oh! Nice to look at! Then you don't need mine."

  Pulling her close Mark kissed her on the lips. "Yours are the only ones I need love." Turning off the video screen the cabin became very dark, Dian started giggling as Mark pulled the couch out into a bed with her on it.

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  A big gorilla walked through the hatch into the Ship's television studio's slamming it shut behind him. He walked past the front desk ignoring the receptionist and barging into one of the offices with the name (Paige Coughlan, Head News Anchor), engraved on the door in gold letters. Slamming the door behind him. "The pigs are charging my kid and his friends with assault. They have video of the whole thing from the stupid restaurant though I did not know the restaurant had cameras. The lawyer is suggesting he plead guilty for a lighter sentence. The Damn Captain will not let this be swept under the rug since she has video proof. Just wait until this is all over. The proprietor is going to wish he had never even though about installing hidden cameras."

  The woman at the desk looked up from the screen on her desk and frowned. "Yes I have just been going over the recording." Reaching up she turned the screen around for him to see. It showed Chet and his friends assaulting Mark behind Dian's back. "I told you that you were going to have to do something with my nephew. Why in the hell is he picking on a ships officer of all the people? He can't be that stupid."

  The man turned red bristling as he balled his fists. "That's what my brother (ship’s councilman) said and sent me down to talk to you cousin. Why do I need you to do your usual on this kid and what is your usual? After all he was just a shit head retard a few days ago."

  "Some shit head retard. He kicked your kids butt. Fact is he kicked a lot of butt in the hold the other day as well. But then he was court-martialed as well before that and thanks to some one, we have the Captain even talking about spacing him." Sitting back in her chair. "Yes I just maybe able to help you." Looking at the man as his face turned back to normal and then hope. "Yes give me a few hours and I should be able to make this kid look like the worst Officer on the ship. I will make it look like he not only started the fight but he should be the one court-martialed. That is what my usual is."

  "So how is that going to help my kid?"

  "Do you remember old man Clemens that ran against your brother and Domont that sued him years ago?"

  "Ya so what?" The big man looked puzzled. “Clemens was a hate speaking moron and Dumont didn’t have a case.”

  "Your brother was losing big time and that lawsuit was a slam dunk and would have bankrupted your brother. But one committed suicide and the other left the ship that is what. No jury would find for the plaintiff after I finished vilifying him and he had a damn good case and no one voted for the other by the time I got done twisting every speech he made to sound hateful and moronic. Putting unrelated statements together making him look stupid, while using every denigrating, hateful implicating, clown descriptive innuendo word in the Galactic dictionary any time anyone on the station said his name or talked about anything he said. Making sure that every time someone thought his name they could not help remembering the derogatory impression the words made in their stupid minds. Like Harry shit face, or Harry the creep, or Harry the molester, though we never used nasty words as blatant as those. You don’t need too as long as the descriptive word is derogatory. Repeated lies become the truth. While we used only friendly up beet positive words when we said your brother’s name or talked about him and all he said no matter how stupid he got. That is how you brain wash a majority of the whole ship’s crew into believing anything I want them to believe. That’s what comes from having a monopoly, being the only video station on the ship and then finally leaking porn videos I made up using actors about him. It does not matter that they were later proved false. Only thing people remember are the accusations. Repeated enough times, accusations become facts in stupid people’s minds.”

  “By the time I get done with Collins, he isn't going to have a friend aboard this ship that will talk to him or believe a word he says." She sat back and smiled. "Hell, by the time I get done with him he will be lucky if a mob doesn’t through him out the airlock. With your help that is. So just sit back relax and let me do my magic and don't do anything stupid. Your brother will tell you when to do your job inciting a mob to finish him off."

  The big man smiled. "I like the way you work cousin."

  "Oh by the way I need some videos of Chet and his buddies when they were younger and cute. Each of his buddies have 50 pounds on the officer and look menacing just standing there by themselves let alone looking like a pack of wolves in a group. I need something for the ship's people to identify them as small and week before they see clips of the last few seconds of the fight. It will be easier to make it look like the officer Collins is the bad guy and believe me when I state with conviction that he started the fight to show off for his slut girlfriend. Your son could have beaten Collins to a pulp but as long as all I show is the last few seconds of the video showing Collins striking your son and his friends that is all the people will remember and think." Leaning forward across the desk. “One more thing Cousin, you are going to owe me big time after this one.”

  “I don’t owe…. Yes Cousin, what do you need done.”

  “There is a certain up and coming bitch in the news room I need to disappear before she gets my job. The damn Director of the Station won’t let me do my usual with her since she is his niece. Take care of her for me.”

  “You take care of my problem and I will take care of yours cousin.”

  Chapter 19 Trapped

  Mark was finally able to catch his breath as he laid with Dian catching hers on top of him. Their bodies intertwined. Her ear to ear blis
sful smile made her face look angelical. Mark kept looking at the hatch to his cabin expecting someone to burst in at any second. Dian had started screaming as he pumped away telling him to go faster and harder until she lost it entirely making him wish he had earplugs just before he could no longer control himself and lost it as well as her screams echoed in the small cabin.

  Now trying to catch his breath, he desperately wanted to sleep but the hatch would not let him. Someone had to have heard her screams and would bust in at any second to rescue her. Not believing how much more passionate she was becoming each night they made love. He was not sure if he would last another week with her at that rate.

  “She is asleep Mark. Listen to my voice and...”

  “Not yet.” Mark watched the hatch as he tried unsuccessfully to pull the blanket over them for a little modesty for when the hatch was thrown open with a full Ship’s Patrol rescue squad rushing in to arrest him.

  “Mark, the hatch is locked. Go to sleep. Listen to my voice.”

  Mark finally squirmed around enough to grab the blanket and pull it up to cover them but making Dian open her eyes for a second as he settled down again. Taking a breath he started to relax as he kissed her cheek and looked at the hatch again. It could take a few minutes for the Squad to get there if someone called them and then the M.A. would be able to unlock and open the hatch to rescue Dian and arrest him for trying to murder her.

  Mark frowned as he rubbed her breast and pinched her nipple the way she had wanted him to do a few minutes before but nowhere near as hard. Not really thinking about it as his half asleep mind concentrated on the hatch and waited. Expecting doom any second.

  “Mark listen to my voice so we can start another session.”

  “Not yet Mickey.” His other hand started rubbing her butt squeezing her cheeks and running his fingers in between her legs as she spread them for him. Her eyes still closed with her rhythmic breath hitting his cheek. His lips able to caress her lips if he turned his head toward her, which he could not help doing for short periods of time as he kept one eye on the hatch, in spite of his body demanding sleep.

  “Mark what is wrong? You need to listen to my voice now. You will learn much more readily now as relaxed as you are. Listen to my voice and sleep.”

  “No Mickey, the Ship’s Patrol will be her any second to break in the hatch and arrest me for trying to murder Dian.” Mark slid his fingers up inside Dian, getting a moan from her as she arched her back to meet his probing.

  “No Mark. The cabin bulkhead is one inch thick composite foam and sound proof by design. The one thing that is not tolerated on cramped ships is noise transferring between cabins. Someone would have to have been directly outside your cabin’s hatch with a listening device to have heard anything and then her screams of joy would have been greatly muffled and I would have been able to detect their presence. Now sleep. I will warn you if anyone approaches the hatch. Listen to my voice and learn.”

  Dian started kissing Marks cheek as her hand slid down to grab Mark’s member. Pinching it back into life as Mark turned his head and she placed her lips over his sliding her tongue in between his. Arching her back even more so he could get farther inside her as she pushed against his fingers and starting to moan.

  Surprised by her sudden awakening as he closed his eyes finally ready to sleep, his member waking, coming to attention. The last thing he wanted it to do as the rest of his body including his mind demanded sleep now he knew he could relax. “Please no. Sleep now.” He whispered.

  Dian slid down kissing his chest and then his stomach before wrapping her lips around his member. Slowly he started to wake. His mind deciding he liked what she was doing as he bit his lower lip and looked down at her bobbing head with her lips and tongue doing things he could not believe.

  His breathing started to speed up as his body started to react to her ministrations. Pleasure spreading from between his legs with each stroke.

  And then the sensations started to dwindle and subside. His body starting to relax again in spite of her growing excitement. Mark wanted to cry in frustration. Not understanding why such wonderful feelings had suddenly stopped.

  “Mark, the male body does not recover as fast as the female body. You need to take a break for another 15 or 30 minutes. Maybe longer. I do not know your body that well yet.”

  Dian started to realize something was wrong as she redoubled her efforts.

  Finally Mark reached down and pulled her off of him. “Sorry hon. That feels great but I seem to have lost it for a few minutes. I need to take a break.” Pulling her up him kissed her disappointed face. Her breath suddenly hit him full in the face as he breathed in and suddenly had to keep from gagging.

  Dian pushed his hand down between her legs as she hungrily lipped lock Mark sliding her tongue in between his teeth tickling the roof of his mouth.

  Mark was suddenly out of the mood and wide awake as the odor of sweat and juices of their previous love making wafted up from inside the blanket assaulting his senses.

  His body suddenly wanted to run. To be anyplace but there. Mark started to pull away as Dian desperately clamped on trying to force his fingers up inside herself again.

  And then her hurt look hit Mark making him feel ashamed of his actions as he pulled his hand away from the gooey disgusting mess that seemed to have suddenly appeared between her legs. All he could think about for several minutes was getting cleaned up as he tried to think of a way to go take a shower without hurting her feelings as he pushed the blanket off of them. Then she turned enough and he looked down at her naked body with her breasts protruding out toward him rubbing his chest and a desire started to reawaken in him with her legs still spread waiting hungrily for him. But his flagging member making him want to cry.

  Mark smiled, realizing all he had to do was stall for a few minutes and he started thinking about getting her in the shower with him as a delaying tactic as well as cleaning her up for that sweet freshly showered sexy smell so they could do it again and then a thought suddenly appeared in his mind from days gone by of swimming with his friends and other kids in the ship’s water storage tank or tanks. It was hard to classify that deck except that it was used for storing water for the ship’s use during the weeks between the stars when an old dilapidated recycling system could not keep up with needed demand from over twice the passengers and crew it was designed for along with 4 full farm decks added to feed the horde.

  Slapping Dian on her naked butt as he got up. “Let’s go skinny dipping in the tank.” Mark tossed her a pair of shorts and tee-shirt as he looked for the pair of swimming trunks (Dian had unpacked for him the day before. Getting rid of the boxes on his upper bunk. Adding a few boxes of her things while he spent hours studying) but not readily finding them, he finally just put on his pants and grabbed some towels.

  Dian’s disappointed face lit up with a smile. “I don’t know about skinny dipping but a swim sounds great. It has been years since I have been down there.”

  Mark pushed the thought that he had not been down to the tank since his best friend had died, out of his mind as he watched Dian’s boobs jiggle as she crawled up out of bed. Pulling her close he gave her a kiss on her lips, her breath and body smell suddenly long forgotten or noticed. The thought of taking her back to bed and saying the hell with swimming intruding into his mind as his member grew hard but Dian pulled away from him and slapped him on his butt. She pulled on her shorts making her boobs bounce again and his desire to have her as soon as possible started to overwhelm his mind. His hormones surging and flooding threw his body again now that he was up and moving.

  Slipping her tee-shirt on with no bra making her boobs bounce as Mark stared at her, she grabbed her towel from him and opened the hatch. “The last one down there is a worthless Astrorock.” And ran out.

  Mark shook his head to clear his thoughts and took off after her. She slammed the dorm hatch into the passageway that ran around the outer hull of the deck in his face but he was still able to
catch up to her as she jumped onto the chain’s down platform. Squeezing into the rail around the platform with her, they kissed holding each other in their arms for several minutes and then Dian reached down and punched the deck number of the farm deck they had to go through to get to the water tank deck, into the platform’s control panel from long memory.

  She did not need to look up on the bulkhead to read the list that was on each chain compartment’s bulkhead listing what was on each deck the chain had a stop at and its deck number, from the Mess deck down to the Quarterdeck and vacuum suit storage deck at the bottom of the ship. The list was not that long and easy to memorize with each cargo deck having only two stops. One on the cargo deck itself and one on the old ships storage compartment deck between the hold decks with Zero added to the letter of the hold denoting that it was between holds. Though the deck’s chain stop number of the named hold corresponded to the total number of decks (every 8) feet down from the bow even if there was technically no deck there.

  The Engine room Truck deck was the same with only one stop covering a half dozen decks listed for the core to make it easy to maintain vacuum security. A faded peeling label covering the listed stop for the 4 decks above the truck deck ring around the upper engineering core that made up the water tanks, was blank. The stop for the tank decks (long before the Tramp’s had purchased the ship), had been sealed off and welded over, preventing anyone from getting into the water tank decks from the chain room compartments. Forcing entrance through the lower farm deck directly above the tanks.