by TylerRose.
“Yes, I am very busy. I am also rather dismayed that you have chosen to deposit unwanted elements onto my planet.”
She smiled. “He lived on Ryli.”
“You dropped him in the middle of the most conservative community on the planet. It’s the center of the moral and decency movement.”
Tyler couldn’t help but laugh. “And he was buck naked. Gave the tight-assed biddies a shock, did it?”
“They have been in an uproar ever since that we have allowed a brothel to orbit us for so long.”
“Oh, I can move the station. I can as soon as my first new generator is installed. It is coming within a couple weeks. I have been advised it would be better to wait for all three before moving the station, so the older ones aren’t taxed unnecessarily. The next in a couple years and the last a couple years after that. So four years from now, or sooner if I must, this station will no longer be in orbit around Ryli. I promise.”
“The Moral Advocacy wants it gone yesterday.”
“Of course they do. But they don’t run the planet. You do,” she replied. “The planet as a whole doesn’t have the technology to make me move, so there really isn’t anything they can do but stand there and shout at me.”
“They can also shout at me. They have the power to put me out of office,” he admitted.
“I cannot help that. What I can tell you is that there is no criminal activity going on anymore. No drugs. No killings. No one is prowling to assault and rob my patrons or my girls. Prostitution is not illegal because I say it’s not. Planetary law doesn’t apply here as per the agreement between the original purchaser and Ryli two hundred years ago, when Ryli was looking to get rid of it after the wars ended and it was no longer needed as a military base.”
“You are apparently well-versed in our history,” Gannon said.
“I have to be, don’t I?” she smiled. “You have my promise that the station will move in four years or less. Unless we can make some sort of bargain that keeps Crecorday in place.”
“I cannot think how remaining would be beneficial. You don’t pay taxes. You don’t pay us a fee for orbital space.”
“No, but I do employ a number of Ryli citizens. When we move, they have to decide if they will stay on board or quit. If they quit, they have to find work planetside. They take my money and spend it on Ryli to pay their rent, the electricity, food for their families, clothing for their families. They work here but live their lives planet side.”
She had a point and he knew it. “I will try to promote an attitude of tolerance and acceptance until you can move the station.”
“Speaking of which, you must miss your wife terribly.”
“What makes you say that?” he asked.
“Because when you look at me, she’s all you can think about.”
He blinked, sat up straighter.
“She had fair coloring?” Tyler asked.
“She did. But her eyes were green.”
Tyler smiled, the moment interrupted by the waiter bringing the platter of four different appetizers and their still-sizzling steaks. A basket of bread and pitcher of non-alcoholic punch completed the table and the waiter knew to leave her alone until she was done.
“How long do you have left on your term?” she asked, reaching for a piece of this and a piece of that from the platter.
“I have one year left. We are elected for one term only, lasting seven years.”
“Have you any plans for what to do with your life after?”
“It is common for the outgoing President to begin a year or two of lectures and speaking engagements,” he said.
“You sound like that is the last thing in the world you want to do,” she said gently, placing her hand firmly over his wrist. “You’ve barely even had the time to grieve your wife, with factions pulling you this way and that, having to run the planet. I should think you’d rather have some time alone. Go fishing for half a year.”
He laughed a sudden burst. “I would!”
“You can’t have any female companionship because you’re supposed to be grieving. Never mind that she was so long in decline and you were both ready for it when it came for her. You have to seem like you miss her more than you do.”
“You’re telepathic, aren’t you?” he accused mildly.
“Just a little,” she smiled in return. “Have a nice supper with me, Gannon. Then you can report back to the morality police that you’ve convinced me to leave as soon as we have our new generators.”
“You’d let me do that?”
“Of course.” She dropped her tone. “In fact, I may have a proposition for you. I can’t stay here much longer. I’m leaving Jeera in charge but she’s better suited to handling the girls, not running the whole show. What if you finish your term as President of Ryli and then come up here to live and work and move the station when the time comes? Start a life wholly your own?”
“That’s an interesting thought. What do you suggest?”
“I can designate any suite I want to be permanently occupied by an anonymous patron. I can set up a closed teleport path from your bedroom on Ryli to that suite. Only you have the code, so only you can use it. Any night you want, you retire to your room down there and order no interruptions. Without anyone knowing, teleport up here and spend a few hours with one of the ladies in your suite. Check in with Jeera. She can come to you to talk over what’s going on. Keep you up to speed. Then you go back to your room on Ryli whenever you want. When your term is over, move up here permanently and take over full running of the place.”
“Why?”
“Why what? There are many whys attached to what I said.”
“Why me?” he specified.
“Because I can see you are a good man. You do your best to do the right thing for your people. You’re not violent. Would never dream of striking one of my girls. You would uphold my standards. That’s the kind of person I need to take over for me. I may or may not ever be back. I don’t know. But I will retain ownership of the station. When you want to stop and go someplace else, you groom your replacement to maintain my standards and rules.”
They ate for several minutes in silence while he contemplated her offer.
“When could the private path be set up?” he asked so only she could hear.
“Tonight. You go back home to your presidential bedroom. You call me as soon as you get there,” she said, producing a card with a number on it. “We create the closed path on the spot between the two rooms. You can use it tonight. I’ll have a girl waiting for you and she’ll do that thing for you.”
“That thing?” he asked cautiously.
Tyler smiled and winked an eye at him. “Your wife did it a couple times but you’ve never really had it done to your satisfaction. I’ll pick a girl who will do anything you want for as long as you want.”
More eating in silence while he turned over the ideas of running the station and getting his most secret sexual desires fulfilled on a nightly basis if he wanted.
“How about I take you on a tour of the station, Gannon?” she smiled when she’d finished her steak. “Then I have to get ready to go on for my first set.”
She took him through the Emporium and for a tour through one of the hotel levels, showed him a two room suite tucked away down a quiet corridor. With the two escorts standing outside, she contacted Arran to start setting up the closed path. All Gannon had to do was call the number Arran gave him and put in his code, set up on the spot, and the station’s teleportation device would find him and bring him.
“You can also use it as an escape if someone comes into your residence to assassinate you,” Tyler said.
“I had no idea the teleport system up here was this powerful,” he admitted.
“It was a military station. They could pick up or put down troops wherever they wanted on the planet,” she reminded him. “The strip club used to be the infirmary, as I’m told. So. What do you think of my offer?”
“Running a space station brothel
and casino,” he mused. “It would certainly turn the Moral Advocacy on its ear.”
“You have time to think about it. Jeera will know to expect an answer. If you don’t take it, she will have to continue is all.”
They left the room five minutes after going in, not enough time to get up to much that would be worth gossip. She took them to Arrivals to see them safely transported down to the planet. Teleported to her own bedroom to change, she got on her phone.
“Jeera? Give the table to Vaus and go take a fresh shower and put on the bottom layer of the outfit you used to wear on stage. You have a hot date.”
“I thought I wasn’t going to be Rolcha.”
“You’re not. However, sometimes the Lady of the House entertains very special persons herself. You are going to be a very special and private pleasure to a lonely man who likes to be tea-bagged for an hour while sitting on a butt plug. How you finish him off is between you two. Look forward to this being a two or three times a week thing.”
“You just had supper with someone important. It’s him, isn’t it?”
“The matter requires the utmost discretion. We will refer to him as your midnight lover. He’s going to be in room 2108 in about an hour and a half. I’d prefer you were there first. During your time, when he’s ready to discuss it, talk to him about running the station. After I’m gone, ask for his input now and then to make him feel involved. I’m expecting him to take over after he’s no longer that important person.”
“Understood. Should I mark that room as Heap Big Toad?”
“No. Mark it as Silent. Anyone speculating on who is in it will be sharply reminded that our business requires the highest levels of discretion.”
“Vaus is here. I’m off to get ready,” Jeera said, and ended the call.
Tyler dressed and went to the first of her five performances that night.
Jeera had already showered. She packed what she wanted into a small satchel and went to the room. There, she used a cloth in the sink to freshen up the important parts and reapplied her perfume. Her stripping outfit had been a dress that pulled apart easily. The bottom layer was a series of black leather straps connected with O rings and included two circles of leather that held her breasts up and out.
She went to the bed to tease and finger herself until he arrived. When he appeared, in slacks and shirt with sleeves rolled up, he blinked to see her already there.
She smiled and left the bed to help him undress. He’d showered fresh himself, and did not stop her when her mouth slowly wrapped around his rapidly swelling cock.
“I understand you enjoy a particular pleasure,” she said in her silky smooth slave voice while stroking him and looking up at him. “What would you like, Master?”
“It’s in the bag.”
The one he’d dropped when she’d started to undress him. She reached for it to open and ease a hand into it. There were only two things inside. The plug and a tube of oil for lubrication.
She smiled up at him again. “Should I put it into you here standing? Or would you rather bend over and enjoy a long and slow penetration, Master?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever had the long and slow version,” he admitted.
She stood, having grasped his hard member again to stroke. “As pleases you, Master. I am yours to command. Anything you want of me is yours to have. You need not ask first if I will. I will.”
“Then, yes. I would like the long and slow penetration,” he said, mouth gone dry for the possibilities.
He bent over the bed and she dripped oil between his buttocks. The tool twisted first, to coat it, and the tip found his tightly puckered opening. He gasped with the first half inch and she bent over to lie on his left side. Kissing his neck and his shoulder, she worked the smooth tool slow and easy, steadily deeper until he was relaxing under her.
“Let’s climb farther up onto the bed, Master. I would very much like to suck you while I service your anus.”
He could only nod at the suggestion. The tool slipped out and he crawled up to the middle of the bed. She turned around so that her puss was in front of him to play with while she serviced him. Bottom leg straight, other knee bent to open herself for him, she inserted the tool again, starting over from the half inch of the tip and working up to the two inches she’d gotten into him. There were another two inches of length to go, but the tool flared out. She didn’t want to rush him into taking the rest of it.
“What would you like me to do to you?” he asked, a finger tracing her labia.
“Whatever pleases Master to do. Finger it. Lick it. Put your fist inside it. Punch, slap, smack it. Anything Master wishes to do to the cunt, I will like,” she said, and sank her throat around his cock down to the base.
Slaps and smacks she got, with an eventual order to push the plug all the way in. But he didn’t want the tea-bagging tonight. He crawled up over her and rammed his cock deep into a woman for the first time since months before his wife had died. He had not sought a mistress during her illness, not willing to endure the scandal of it, and his need to fuck was overwhelming. Jeera was as accommodating as ever.
“How can I make sure you are here when I want to come up?” he asked after his second climax with the plug still in, with her lying with her shoulders across his thighs so he could play with her breasts.
“You call me and ask me nicely, Master,” she smiled.
“And if I wanted to whip you while I have you?”
“I would bring my favorite whip, Master, and would suggest your first day taking over the station, you and I perform in the Theater to demonstrate you are Master of the station by whipping and fucking the slave who had been in charge of it.”
“That sounds like fun,” he smiled. “Do you entertain others?”
“No, Master. I serve only you at this time. Would you like your special treat the next time you visit?”
“Yes. But you’re going to do it before I leave tonight.”
“What shall I do, Master? Describe it to me.”
“I’ll be on my knees on the floor and you’ll be under me. I’ll lower my balls into your mouth until you take the whole thing. You suck them while working the plug and I will stroke myself until I come on you.”
She smiled. “Sounds like fun. I’m sure I could work the plug and stroke you at the same time.”
“We’ll see,” he said, giving one of her tits a little smack.
“You can hit them much harder than that, Master. It’s been a while since I had a special treatment of my own.”
An hour and a half later, Gannon went home to bed a sated and happy man. Jeera returned to the table in the strip club with a particularly grand smile on her face.
Her fifth performance finished, Tyler told Arran to come ravage her after his shift. She retired to her the penthouse for some quiet time, and ended up falling asleep. She slept solid through the night for a change, waking up all at once to realize she’d slept all the way through. Arran hadn’t come to wake her.
“Why didn’t you come to my room last night?” she asked when she saw him at the dining table.
“Because I did not want to.”
“You bugged me for two days and now you didn’t want to?” she challenged.
“Yes. Because you did not ask me. You told me to come ravage you. Had you asked if I would come to you, I would have. Telling me to do so made me react the opposite way.”
She stared at him hard for a second, not reading his mind but trying to figure him out. “Is this a K’Tran thing?”
“Yes. A male does not jump to the bidding of a female.”
“Not even when she’s the Gar and outranks him?”
He glowered at her. She had him there. “I will not be treated like meat you can have when pleases you.”
“Why not? That’s how you treated me,” she said, throwing his own line right back at him.
She teleported to her office before he could reply, and called the morning meeting. She stood at the window, looking at Earth w
hile each department head gave their reports of sales, incidents.
“Carry on,” she said by way of dismissal.
Arran remained behind and approached the window to stand next to her.
“Shall we stop taking cheap shots at each other now?” he said. “We both waste time being adversarial.”
“I will if you will,” she replied, and answered the beeping phone. “Yes, Niu?”
“A man named Alen is here to see you.”
“Send him in.”
“Who is this?” Arran asked.
“A colleague coming to check up on me,” she said. “I’ll see you later. I need to talk with him privately.”
Arran passed Alen on the way in, sized him up and was no longer concerned. Alen was a young man maybe twenty five years old, and not of significant build. Tyler had shown a preference for men much older, he himself was thirty five to her eighteen, and with a more powerful physique.
“Why is it you visiting this time?” she asked, sitting at her desk.
“I asked to. Shestna said you wanted some information. Are you prepared for it?”
“As prepared as I can be. Shoot.”
“Your stepfather was in Michigan when the battle happened in Toledo. He survived and is part of the cleanup crew. He has filed the claim to receive his wife’s insurance. There is also a sum for you. The man you signed over power of attorney to, Thomas Holmes? He has made sure that you will get your proper share. Your stepfather has already sold the plot of land your house stood on and moved into a house in West Toledo near Wildwood Preserve park.”
“What is his girlfriend’s name?” she asked.
“Debbie. I’m guessing you won’t want me to contact him and tell him you’re okay?” Alen said.
“He never gave a shit about me in the first place. So long as Thomas has my money taken care of, I don’t care what happens to him. What about the others?”
“Kevin Neiland is confirmed dead. The Iron Knaves held the funeral for him. They had a body to bury.”