by K. D. Jones
“Why do you have to be such an ass?” she said, raising her voice.
“Fine, just come to bed,” he said. “You can make it up to me.”
“Ugh…Jeremy, I don’t want to,” she answered.
“Why? Are you fucking someone else? You must be since you never want me anymore,” he returned angrily. “I should be able to take whatever I want from you. Someone as simple-minded as you shouldn’t be able to make decisions for themself.”
“Fuck you, Jeremy!” she yelled.
He grinned an evil grin and she knew what he was planning to do. Her heart started to race in her chest as he walked up to her. He shoved her against the wall and laid a rough, overly aggressive kiss on her lips. He rubbed his fingers on the outside of her panties. She shoved his hand away.
“Stop it, Jeremy, I don’t want to!” she yelled.
“You aren’t even making an attempt to get away, Emily, don’t you think it’s obvious, look at me and look at you,” he said as he pressed his body against hers.
She shoved him away from her and he sat on the bed in awe. Emily never argued with him, she always did whatever he wanted her to do.
She grabbed a towel and went into the bathroom to see that there wasn’t a shower in there. She left the room and found a women’s shower room a few doors down from where her room was. She hurried and hopped in, surprised to see five shower stalls in there. She jumped in the closest one and showered, cleaning herself thoroughly. Tears streamed down her face. She wasn’t sure she could go through that again. When she was done, she got out to see she hadn’t thought to bring any clean clothes with her. She wrapped herself in a towel and tried to run back to her room quickly before anyone saw her.
“It usually takes more than one beer to get a woman naked,” Zor said as he saw her running out of the women’s shower room.
She turned to look at him and her cheeks flushed again. “I’m sorry. I forgot my clothes,” she answered embarrassed.
“I’m not complaining,” he returned with a smile as he eyed over her barely covered body. “There was a report of a woman screaming, was that you?” he asked hoping it wasn’t.
She looked down at the floor. “I need to get back to my room,” she said and disappeared as quickly as she could.
She got into her room, happy to see that Jeremy was already asleep. She dressed and laid on the small bed staying as far away from him as possible.
Chapter Two
Emily woke up to see that Jeremy was gone. She was actually relieved he wasn’t there. She had found herself dreaming about the alien captain. She felt guilty even thinking of another man while she was still in a relationship with Jeremy. Though, her relationship with Jeremy would be over soon enough. She would take her money and see if she could get her own room. She got dressed for the day and put her hair up. She went to grab her money but it was already gone. Furious, she went to find Jeremy.
“Hey!” She heard someone call out from behind her. She turned to see Zor approaching. “I never got your name.”
“It’s Emily,” she answered. “Have you seen my boyfriend, Jeremy?”
“Yes,” he answered. “He lost a bet with a bunch of the crewmembers and they sent me down to get more money. They are holding him in a cell until his debts are paid.”
“Dammit! He took all of my money!” she yelled raging mad.
“I can cover his bet for you, but you’d have to let me buy you a cup of coffee,” Zor said. “Maybe breakfast too, depending on how generous I feel like being.”
“I won’t go to bed with you. My boyfriend may be an asshole, but I won’t sell myself for him or anyone else,” she answered with her cheeks flaring red.
“I didn’t ask you to my bed,” he returned, smiling. “You jumped to that conclusion so fast. Perhaps the thought is not so abhorrent to you.”
Her cheeks got even redder and she looked down at the floor. He put his hand under her chin and made her look up at him. “You’ve thought about me, haven’t you?” he questioned.
She looked away from him refusing to answer. How did he know that?
He saw that he was making her uncomfortable. “Never mind, let’s go get you that coffee.” He led her to the bar.
He ordered a coffee for each of them and they sat there sipping in silence until the second cup of coffee came around. “So do you want me to release him from his debt or not?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she stated, then quickly changed her words, “Yes. Now I’m going to have to find a way to make money so we can live. Jeremy wasted it all.” Mostly, she wanted to earn back the money she needed to get her own room on board the ship.
“Well, I think the bartender is looking for another attractive day waitress and a night waitress. Take your pick,” Zor said, smiling flirtatiously at her.
“I’ll take nights, I’m not much of a morning person,” she answered. She also hoped that Jeremy would be around less during the day.
“Are you sure it’s not so you don’t have to see your boyfriend?” he questioned accurately.
Her cheeks got warm again. “No,” she answered but she knew he could tell she was lying.
He stood and walked over to the bartender. Emily waited for him to come back and when he returned, he gave her a big, sexy smile. He was just too attractive for his own good.
“Can you start tonight, sweetheart?” he questioned as he handed her the outfit she was supposed to wear for work.
She was in awe at how quickly that was done. She jumped off the barstool and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders quickly. Her cheeks turned red as she realized what she was doing and she let go. “Thank you,” she said.
“Do you want me to buy you some breakfast or are you going to get more rest. You should probably at least rest your feet so they don’t hurt so badly tonight? You need to be here at eight,” he questioned.
“I should at least try to get some rest, since I am going to have to be up all night,” she answered.
“I’ll go tell them to release your boyfriend and I’ll cover his debts. He won’t get this treatment a second time,” Zor warned her. He was a little disappointed she wanted her good for nothing boyfriend released. “I’ll stop by later this evening and see how your first night on the job went once your shift is over.”
“Thank you so much,” she said. She downed the rest of her coffee quickly. Zor insisted on walking her back to her room on his way to get Jeremy. Emily had almost forgotten about Jeremy completely.
She knew she had to make him stop gambling if he was being that careless with her money. As he walked through the door without a scratch on him, he walked up to kiss her but she turned her head quickly.
“What’s your problem?” he asked.
“You stole what little bit of money I had left and gambled it all away. We have no money to buy food with,” she answered. “You should be glad the captain is so nice, he released you of your debt and helped me get a job to bring in what we need to survive.”
“How dare you talk about your little crush in front of me. If we had no money, how did you get him to release me?” he questioned her suspiciously. “Did you sleep with him?”
“Jeremy, you know I don’t sleep around,” she answered frustrated at him. “But I’m sure if I did, he wouldn’t hurt me like you do.”
Just as she finished her sentence, Jeremy’s hand made contact with her face. It had happened so fast she hadn’t even realized he had raised his hand to her. It stung for a couple of minutes after he hit her.
“Did you really just hit me?!” she asked in shock of his actions. Then she grew angry. “You know because of you, I have to get a damn job. We would have been fine until we got to a new planet. Get out!” she yelled.
There was a knock at the door then. Jeremy opened it and stormed out as soon as he saw who was standing there. He didn’t bother to acknowledge Zor’s presence.
“Is everything alright?” Zor asked as he glanced into the room.
“Everythin
g is fine,” Emily lied, keeping her head turned so he couldn’t see the handprint on her face.
“I’m here because there are a lot of complaints about the couple in this room yelling,” he stated. She didn’t reply and kept her head turned away from him. “Get some rest, lock the door until you have to go to work,” he said and closed the door with a strong feeling that something was wrong.
Zor walked swiftly up to Jeremy and pushed him. “What did you do to her?” he asked angrily, growling through his clenched teeth.
“Why does it concern you, alien? The bitch got what she deserved,” he said and walked off.
Zor stormed off in the opposite direction. He was so furious, he knew if he tried to follow after the human male he would kill him. There was no way he could be sure she was hurt unless she told him or he saw it happen himself.
*****
Zor waited until Emily’s shift was supposed to start and went to sit at the bar. He watched as she walked in. Her tiny white shorts were skin-tight and barely covered her ass, showing off its form and her silky pale legs. Her bright orange shirt barely covered her breasts. It lifted them and ended at the very bottom, twisting in the middle of them with thin spaghetti straps to hold it up, although it was so tight he doubted it would fall off even without them.
When he looked up at her face, he had to hold back the rage that instantly tried to take over his body as he saw the swelling on her cheek. That bastard hit her. He tapped Emily’s arm and made her turn to look at him.
“You’re early, would you like to sit with me before your shift starts?” he asked.
Her cheeks flared red although it was hard to tell with how swollen and bruised it already was. “I can’t. I came early so I could learn the table numbers and how Henry wants me to make all the drinks.” She fidgeted with her rising top.
“You look stunning,” Zor said as he sat down on the stool. She did, even with the bruise.
“Thank you,” she said and smiled as she continued back toward the grill. Zor could hear her talking to Henry. He smiled as he heard her say, “Do I have to let them stick their money down my clothing?”
She came back out and Zor signaled for her to come over. “I’ll take a beer,” he said.
As she poured it right in front of him, he couldn’t help but stare at her breasts as she bent down to grab the cup. He couldn’t look away. She set the beer down in front of him and he went to hand her some cash for a tip.
“Zor!” the bartender yelled.
“Henry, if she doesn’t want me to shove money down her shirt, I won’t,” he returned.
“No, go ahead,” she assured him as she leaned over the bar for him to shove it down her shirt. “Please, I need this job,” she whispered.
He pushed the money in between her cleavage trying not to let his fingers linger. “Hey, Zor, why don’t you show her all the ways customers will give her tips?” Henry suggested. “It’s good practice for her.”
Emily looked at him in question. “What ways?”
“They usually just stick it in the shirt. I’m sure I’m the only one who has done it any of the other ways,” Zor told her.
“No, there are the occasional men that like to do them. It’s all for fun,” Henry added. “Better her learn with you, Zor, than someone else.”
“Please,” Emily mouthed out unsure.
“Well, it’s obvious they will shove it down your shorts too. The other one is a bit more complex,” Zor told her.
“Don’t lie to the girl, Zor, it’s easy once she knows how we want her to take it,” Henry said it with a bit of a double meaning. “And she will have to learn how to do it on both a stool and booth seat.”
“Alright,” Zor said, raising an eyebrow as he took the money back out of her shirt. “Are you sure?” he questioned her.
She nodded and he put the money in between his teeth. She looked at him confused and went to grab it with her hand but he shook his head.
“Mouth, sweetie,” Henry stated, barely being heard.
She walked around the bar and stood in front of Zor. She approached him nervously.
“There’s two ways to do it when they are on a barstool,” Henry stated seeing the chemistry between the two instantly.
“Show me,” she asked as she walked up to him.
Zor grabbed her by her hips and pulled her so she was in between his muscular thighs. He grabbed her hands and made her place one of each on his thighs so she was slightly bent over. She moved her mouth closer to his with her cheeks flaring red again and took the money straight from his mouth. She grabbed it out of her mouth and smiled, her heart was racing in her chest, she couldn’t believe how close she was to his lips.
“Like that?” she asked, feeling the heat rise up in her stomach, a burning desire that she hadn’t ever felt before.
“That was perfect, sweetheart. Now for one of the more favorable customers,” Zor said, smiling. “You might not ever use this one, it’s your choice if you do or not.”
“Sweetie, you need to walk up to him like you want to take him to your room,” Henry stated. “Then sit across his lap, both legs to one side and then take the money from his mouth.”
She handed Zor the money back and took a few steps back as he put the money back in his mouth. She walked toward him, swaying her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and slid onto his lap. She gave him a look of lust and moved her mouth to his with a sexy smile as she stared deep into his eyes. Her lips tickled his as she took the money out of his mouth. She swung her legs so they were out in front of his and slowly stood, allowing her ass to rub on his pants as she did.
“Perfect,” Zor growled a little. She was absolutely perfect. His cock was at full attention. “I’ve got to go for now,” he said as he started making his way out of the bar. The idea of her doing that with the other males made him furious. He turned back and yelled so both the bartender and Emily could hear him. “She does not do that with anyone else, only the VIPs.”
The bartender nodded his understanding with huge grin on his face. Zor frowned at him and stormed out of the bar.
“How will I know which customers are the VIPs?” Emily asked with concern. She didn’t want to do those things with just anyone.
The bartender laughed. “Honey, you just met the one and only VIP.” He pointed at the door that Zor had taken.
“Oh.” Emily was relieved. She only had to do those things with Zor. That was something she looked forward to.
*****
Zor had been so turned on by her performance at the bar that he totally forgot why he was angry. All he could think about was how her lips felt when they brushed against his when she took the money from his mouth. He knew he had to have her, no matter what it took. He needed to feel her body against his, he needed to be able to explore her soft, pale skin. He shook his head in an attempt to get her off his mind, a very unsuccessful attempt. He walked to his room unhappy about laying in his bed without her. She was all he thought about and all he wanted since he first saw her.
It was hard for him to find sleep, he was falling for a woman that he knew was being abused by her current male. If only she knew how a real man would treat her. He would take her to heights she had never seen before. Once he had her—he would never let her go.
Chapter Three
Emily’s shift went better than she had expected. Some of the customers wanted to do the special thing with the tips, but the bartender told them that Zor did not approve of that. They grumbled but respected the captain’s wishes.
The more she worked and became independent, the more Jeremy drank. She asked the bartender to take part of her salary and put it in a credit account for her. That way, when she brought home money, it was only a small amount that Jeremy would get his hands on. He was never satisfied though.
“This is all you got paid?” Jeremy had grabbed the wad of money from her hand.
“Yes,” she told him.
“You should tell that freak bartender you’ll quit if he
doesn’t pay you more than this shit,” he huffed at her.
“I don’t want to quit. I like my job,” she said firmly.
“Yeah, you like hanging out with all those freaks,” Jeremy sneered.
“You know, you could get a job and make more money if you wanted,” she suggested.
He snorted, “I am over qualified for the jobs they have here on this lousy ship. I will have to wait until we get to the next solar system and put out a new resume.”
Jeremy complained about the money she earned but he would immediately take the money she had to buy his alcohol or to buy his way into a game. She would be completely broke if she hadn’t asked for the credit savings account. Her goal was to earn enough money so she could move out into her own space and finally end things with him.
Captain Zor came by every night when she worked. She looked forward to seeing him and hated when he had to leave. He was so beautiful to look at and he flirted with her outrageously.
“Come home with me tonight.” Zor would offer her. He said this to her every night.
She would smile and give him a wink. “I’m taken.”
“Not yet you’re not.”
She'd blush and giggle. He always said things that had double meaning to them. She'd swear he loved to watch her face turn red.
The times she hated the most were when Jeremy would come by wanting free drinks. He even tried to have the bartender take her tips as payment. He drank to excess and would became rowdy, starting fights. The bartender kicked him out and told him not to come back anymore.
After that, working the bar became her 'Jeremy free' time. She found herself relaxing and having a good time. She enjoyed joking around with the customers. They teased her at first for being a human, but it was all done in innocent fun. She learned a great deal about the different alien races.
There were five main alien species. The first was humanoid, which was anyone that originated from Terra, Emily’s home world. Next there were the Aquadratics, who looked almost humanoid except for their gray skin and the tiny gills they had underneath their ears. She suspected Captain Zor was an Aquadratic, but she hadn’t seen his gills yet. The Squids had many tentacles and most were blue in color like the crewmember they had first met when coming onboard. She hadn’t met any of the Quadrupeds, but she was told they were very hairy and moved around on all fours, kind of like chimpanzees. The fifth type of alien species was the Sotos. Sotos were known for their white coloring, their much larger heads, and they had four arms. She had a few Sotos who were her customers and their large, black eyes would follow her throughout the bar while she did her rounds. Sometimes it made her feel a little uncomfortable.