Dodge Station Part Three: The Longbranch Saloon By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Dodge Station and all the characters in this story are my own creation though some are obviously (I hope) parodies of other characters from comics and books. Feel free to use Dodge Station and its inhabitants in your own stories. You can contact me or send all feedback using : Troi@hotmail.com * * * "If I am boring you Ms. Daniels, we can postphone the tour," said Olivia Tucker. The short haired, blonde woman stood looking at Christie with disaproving blue eyes and arms crossed over her chest. "I'm sorry Ms. Tucker," replied hristie as she stifled another yawn with sheer force of will. "I am afraid between the long trip to the station and the red alert last night, I am a little short on sleep." Christie was standing in front of Olivia Tucker's desk in the outer office of the station commander where the administrative assistant to Vash Pollock was queen and not at all tolerant of her yawning third junior assistant. It would be nice to be able to tell her I was up most of last night saving the station from blowing up, thought Christie, but I doubt the Protector Council would think much of that. "Well you haven't made a good first impression," responded Olivia. "Your desk is in the adjoining office, please follow me." She turned and went through a sliding door on the right hand wall if you were facing her desk. This room was the same size as that of the administrative assistant, but had three desks in it, two of them currently occupied by two women who looked maybe a year or two older than Christie. "Ladies, this is Christie Daniels, the new third junior assistant," Olivia announced to the two women who had looked towards her when the door whisked open. "These ladies are Ashley Nelson and Brook Dunn, the first and second junior assistants." Christie couldn't help but notice the emphasis Olivia put on the word "junior" as if trying to make sure her own exaulted position was clear. Ashley was another blonde, but with longer and a shade lighter hair than Olivia while Brook had even longer chestnut brown hair. "Pleased to meet you," said Christie shaking Brook's hand as the other woman got up and walked over, though Ashley just frowned an turned back to her screen. "Likewise," said Brook with a warm, welcoming smile and she was about to say more when Ashley's wrist communicator beeped and the blonde got up and hurried out the door that Olivia and Christie had come in without a backward glance. Olivia made a sound that reminded Christie of a mama bear she had seen protecting her cubs in a hologram show. "Well, I will leave it to Brook to give you a tour of the station then as I have work to do," said Olivia and then she left as abruptly as Ashley had back through the same door, almost banging her nose on the door as the motion sensor scrambled to react fast enough. "What was that all about?" asked a bewildered Christie. "Well I am sure you heard Olivia stress the 'junior' part of our job titles," said Brook. "Ashley is the first junior assistant, I'm the second and you of course are the third. Ashley has her sights firmly set on Olivia's job, so she snubbed you as a potential rival. That message Ashley took was from our illustrious and hornyboss, the great Vash Pollock himself. By now, Ashley is probably laying on top of his desk and Olivia will be listening at the door." Christie looked shocked. "That's highly unprofessional if its true. It is against station regulations and could certainly be considered sexual harassment." "Right on both counts," agreed Brook, "but who are you going to report the station commander to? As for the sexual harassment, there has been a lot of backsliding in enforcing protection from that kind of abuse since President Higgins got booted out of office. Ashley is playing the game and using the same play book as Olivia used five years ago when she came into favour with Pollock for the same reason. Now Olivia is last year's model and that is why she looked mad enough to chew through a foot of steel wall without chipping a tooth." "What about you, how do you fit into this drama?" asked Christie. "I try not to," answered Brook. "I don't want Olivia's job or Ashley's and the um responsibilities that go with it. I am taking programming courses in Cobol 3D++ and there are always jobs for anyone who knows it since most of the systems that control the station are written in it. Rumour has it some of the subprograms are six hundred years old if you can believe that!" * * * As it turned out, Brook was incorrect about what Ashley was doing in Pollock's office, though the essence of her comment was correct if not the details. Ashley was currently kneeling in front of the station commander who was still sitting behind his large genuine artificial oak desk while she slid her mouth up and down on his cock. "Oh fuck, I needed this bad after all the stress of last night," moaned Pollock as he ran his hands through the long blonde hair of his first junior administrative assistant. "You don't know how bad it was having to deal with those assholes Allard and O'Brien, not tomention that snotty Defender, though I have to admit I would love to see what she looks like under that skin tight costume of hers. She has a real nice rack on her." "Mmmmmmmhhhh," was the only comment from Ashley as she ran her tongue over the underside of Pollock's cock and took him deeper in her mouth so his balls were banging on her chin now. "She thinks she is so fucking superior though just because she kept the station from being blown up," continued Pollock. "big fucking deal! After that, I had to listen to O'brien gushing about how great she was and even Allard stopped scowling for two seconds which is pretty much a fan boy reaction from him." Ashley's sucking and licking faltered for a moment as she realized that she and everyone else on the station had almost died last night, but she quickly recovered and wrapped her lips tighter around Pollock's member. "You better hurry it up down there," said Pollock as he glanced at the time. "I have a meeting with Deputy Commander Janks in five minutes to discuss last night's fiasco." Ashley increased the speed of her mouth moving up and down on Pollock's shaft and with a minute to spare felt a blast of warm goo fill her mouth. She was careful to swallow every drop since she knew Pollock didn't like cum on his expensive carpet and that bitch Olivia would be inspecting the office for evidence the first chance she got. Ashley stood up as Pollock tucked his dick back into his pants and made a shooing gesture towards the door. "If Janks is out there, send him in," he said absently, dismissing her from his thoughts. Ashley kept smiling and nearly ran into Olivia as she was backing away from the door when it unlocked and slid open abruptly. "The commander will see Deputy Commander Janks as soon as he arrives," said Ashley sweetly and swept past to return to her desk in the other office. It was lucky that looks couldn't kill or the younger blonde would have been dead before the door could close behind her shapely ass. * * * "Dr. Quinn, this is Christie Daniels, the new third junior administrative assistant," said Brook to a woman bent over some complicated looking device in the station's medical center. "Then she has my sympathies,considering what a cess pool that place is," said the light brown skinned woman without looking up. A few seconds later, she gave a grunt and straightened up to look at them. "I was excluding you of course Brook and hopefully Ms. Daniels as well." "Please call me Christie," said Christie offering her hand. "I'm Laura," replied the doctor and waived Christie over to a chair. "Have a seat, as a new resident on the station, I need to go over your medical records. Laura Quinn produced a medical scanner from her lab coat pocket and swept it over Christie who had a momentary pang of concern before she remembered that the Protector Council implant was designed to disguise itself from medical scanners. The doctor looked at the screen and grunted again, apparently her favourite shorthand for communicating. "Vitals are all fine," and she sat down in front of a screen and called up Christie's file. "Hmm, nothing unusual in your records really. Both your medical implants to prevent pregnancy and sexually transmitted diseases are fully stocked and operating properly. Any pains or concerns?" she asked brusquely. "Er, no everything is fine," replied Christie who shot a look at Brook who was still standing there listening to what Christie thought should have been a private conversation. The brown haired woman just smiled and shrugged helplessly. "That was weird," remarked Christie a few minutes later when they were walking down the corridor away from the medical center. "Oh don't mind Laura," replied Brook as they headed for a transport pod station. "If you are sick or hurt, you can't find a better doctor to have, but sometimes she gets so involved in her research, she kind of forgets her manners." "What kind of research?" asked Christie as the pod arrived and they got in. "Something to do with alien diseases crossing over to humans," replied brook punching a destination. That's all I know. I hope you don't mind, but I made a reservation for lunch and asked a friend to join us so you can meet her. After lunch, I can go over the office stuff with you." "Works for me," replied Christie. "I'm starving." They had spent the morning touring the station and Brook had assured Christie that Ashley would handle anything that came up with Pollock, "and I do mean anything," she had added with a wink. "Foxies is on +1, so it is a short ride for everyone on the A levels," explained Brook. "It is not as fancy as 'Les Original' on +50 where Pollock and the rich folk eat, but the prices are in our range and the food is probably better." Much of the retail shopping space on the station was on +1 Christie had learned and she openly gawked at some of the shops as they went past them. Foxies wasn't real fancy, but it looked clean and nothing scuttled away squeaking or making other noises as they found a table. They had just sat down when someone else entered and after looking around, saw them and hurried over. Christie had to bite her tongue to keep from exclaiming Willow's name as the young, female engineer slid into an empty chair at their table. She had already met Willow O'Brien, but that had been as Defender and not Christie Daniels. "Christie, meet the station's worst engineer, Willow OBrien," said Brook, "and Willow this is the fresh meat in administration." Willow stuck out her tongue and made a raspberry at Brook then stretched herhand across the table to shake Christie's hand. "Pleased to meet you as long as you don't believe a word she says about me. It really wasn't my fault the station almost blew up." "I think she was trying to be funny," said Christie taking Willow's hand and not seeing even a flicker of recognition in the other woman's eyes. It seemed the 'amnesia effect' of her implant had worked perfectly. If a Defender was unmasked, their implant could erase that memory from anyone who had seen her face, conscious or not so Joel Haskins would also not remember her. She had been concerned about violating the privacy of other people's brains when the topic had come up at Defender Academy, but her instructors had assured her it did no harm and essentially the other person just remembered a blurry image with no identifying details. "Yeah, trying is the right word," quipped Willow as she stuck her tongue out again at Brook. "One of these years she might even succeed." "You won't be sticking your tongue out at me when your air recycling system stops working and you need a Cobol programmer to update the routines to fix it," retorted Brook as she picked up the menu pad. * * * Christie was surprised late in the afternoon when she got a message via her implant and relayed to her wristcommunicator that Security Chief Luke Allard wanted to see her, or rather the Dodge Station Defender. His office was like her own on A3, but she had to take a transport pod home, change into her uniform and take a pod back. It turned out the chief had a private office next to a much larger suite of offices where the rest of security worked out of. The nervous Defender got some not always friendly looks from some of the security personnel coming in and out of the offices as she went by to press the admitence button on Allard's door. It swished open and Christie stepped cautiously inside to see Allard sitting behind the desk scowling at her. "Is that scowl a permanent fixture on your face?" she couldn't help herself from asking. Allard's scowl deepened if anything and he waved her to a chair. "I don't like vigilantes. Station security is my job and I don't like outsiders messing in it." Christie crossed her legs, trying to look relaxed when her stomach was actually doing cartwheels. "We have had this discussion before when you came to Dodge Station," remarked Christie as she called on the briefing notes Mosha had left her. This man didn't know she was new and Defender Corps protocol said to keep it that way. "Defenders are not vigilantes. The Protector Council entered into an agreement with Earth to give us quasi legal status." "Dictated an agreement is more like it,"growled Allard. "Earth got a few technology crumbs from your omnipotent masters and in exchange we were saddled with the Blue Crystals and you Defenders." "Gee, I didn't see you complaining last night when I saved the station from going BOOM," remarked Christie. "And maybe some of the nutcases like those in the 'Space for Humans Only' movement wouldn't exist if the Protector Council hadn't strongarmed Earth the way it did!" snapped Allard. "Ok, you can't see me rolling my eyes behind this visor," said Christie starting to get angry, "but I nearly lost them in the back of my sockets with that line of BS. Now did you want to see me about something or did you just call me in so we could fight like cats and dogs, whatever they were." Allard opened his mouth to retort, but got it under control with an effort. "The owner of the Longbranch Salooon on the docking ring has requested that the Defender call on her at the Defender's earliest conveniance. She sent the request via my office, probably just to piss me off as if I dont have enough aggravation in my life." "What about?" asked Christie as she scanned her memory of Mosha's briefing notes for anything that might help. All she could come up with was that the Longbranch Saloon was the oldest bar on the docking ring and that besides serving drinks, it also had a 'Paid Companionship" service as well. "She wouldn't tell me," snarled Allard, his resentment showing through again. "The 'she' in this case being Catherine fucking Cartwright, the owner of the place and no that is not her middle name, but it describes my feelings towards her and her occupation at the same time." "Ok, I will go see her," said Christie as she stood up,"but jeez you really need to lighten up Chief. Isn't there anyone on this station you aren't pissed off at?" "One day a week, I don't swear at my AI assistant," replied Allard wih just the slightest of smiles and then he cocked his head at Christie. "You seem a little different today than other times we have talked." "Same old me,"replied Christie glibly and hurried out of the office before the security chief could ask anymore questions. * * * You couldn't miss the Longbranch as it was unique among the bars, shops and offices of the docking ring. The three story building was fronted with fake wood that was made to look sun bcleached and faded with "real" knotholes. Real wood, of course was far too expensive to import to a space station, especially one this far from Earth, but the pseudowood was so realistic looking, you had to touch it to realize it was artificial. There was a pair of swinging doors that for reasons known only to the designer that didn't cover the entire height of the opening, but ran from about knee height to neck height on most humans. Undoubtably, the saloon had a security door to seal the opening when the bar wasn't open, whichhappened only for two hours for cleaning every morning. Christie stepped onto the fake wood planks that made a porch in front of the swinging doors and drawing a deep breath, pushed them open and stepped inside. The loud noise dimmed a little as some of the occupants stopped their conversation to stare at her before resuming, but many of the eyes tracked her as she crossed to the long fake oak bar that covered much of the far wall There was a large mirror on the wall behind the bar and to either side what looked like glass shelves covered with bottles of all different shapes and colours, containing just as wide a variety of liquids. Most of them were probably legal, probably. A middle aged stocky man with short greased back hair and a moustache stood behind the bar pouring a drink for a customer. Patrons at the bar were just standing or leaning against it while about four dozen tables were scattered around the large room, most of these occupied. "What will you have?" asked the bartender with a genial smile as he came over to where Christie stood. "We dont get Defenders in here very often unless there is some kind of a brawl." "I received a message that Katherine Cartwright wanted to see me," said Christie. The bartender looked puzzled for half a second before a peny dropped and he turned towards one of the corner tables and yelled. "Hey Cat, there is someone here to see you!" "Coming," yelled a female soprano voice and a moment later Christie picked up movement as a woman of perhaps her late thirties with bright green hair and eyes as black as space came towards her. She was wearing what looked like some old fashioned type of dress, but from an era Christie couldn't place. It was bright red and went all the way down to her ankles, but incongruously it had a low cut top that displayed acres of smooth cleavage. "I'm Cat Cartwright," she said to Christie and then beckoned the Defender to follow her. She went through another set of swinging doors to the left of the bar that led into a corridor lined with rooms and turned right into the first room which ended up being her office. "Have a seat," she said with a slight smile and seated herself behind a desk that was half the size of Pollocks, but looked like it actually was used for work as it was piled with a computer, memory chips and other gadgets that Christie didn't recognize. Cat didn't say anything for a moment, but just looked at Christie with an appraising stare that made the Defender glad she could hide behind her silvered face visor. "I don't know what you look like behind that mask," began Cat, "but those Protectors sure pick women with one hell of a body. Like I told the last gal who had your job, if you ever want to earn a little extra money, I have got some customers who would pay top credit for an hour with you." Christie felt her face heating and was now doubly glad of the concealing visor. "Last Defender?" she managed after a moment when she was sure she had her voice properly under control. "I don't know what you are talking about." The saloon owner laughed. "Ok, I will play your game and pretend you aren't new, though the old one knew to call me Cat and while your build is almost the same and most people wouldn't notice the difference, I do. It is my job to evaluate bodies and your boobs and ass are just enough different for me to notice." Christie cursed herself for not picking up the woman's nickname from Mosha's notes, but decided her best option was to not comment on the woman's shrewd conjectures. "Security Chief Allard said you wanted to see me?" she asked instead. "I did at that," replied Cat, letting the change in Defenders topic drop. "Someone has been trying to shake me down for money and I want you to put a stop to it." "Extortion?" asked Christie. "Isn't this something station security would normally handle? Why call me?" "Because it started about two months ago which is just after Luke Allard showed up as the new head of security," replied Cat as she sat back in her chair. "You think Allard is behind the extortion?" asked Christie. "I don't know him well enough yet to say if that is ridiculous or not, but why send the message to me through him then?" "If it is him, I wanted him to know I was on to him," replied Cat. "It might be enough by itself to get him off my back if it is him. I doubt that, but it might." "How has the shakedown been happening?" asked Christie. "Threatening messages for the most part, but it started to escalate a few days ago," replied Cat. "One of my girls was out doing some shpping and a couple of toughs with masks pulled her into a corner and told her to give me the message that they were serious and if I didn't pay up, the next time they saw her or one of the others, they wouldn't just be talking politely." "I will need to talk to the girl," said Christie as her mind raced trying to recall things from the academy that would help in this situation and comeing up with a blank at the moment. "Sure thing," said Cat getting up. "Follow me," and she led the way out of the office and farther down the corridor. She stopped at a room with a red light glowing in the middle of the door, put her hand on a biometric reader next to it and the door swished open. Christie was right behind her and it took all her self control not to gasp as a young dark haired girl was on her hands and knees on the bed being fucked doggie style from behind by one man while a second man knelt in front of her feeding his cock down her throat. All three pairs of eyes swivelled to regard the interlopers, but Cat didn't seem phased in the slightest. "I wasn't sure whether you had started your session yet Sally," she said matter of factly. "When you are done, come along to my office will you?" Sally had her mouth to full to speak, but she gave her head a nod. "Sorry for the interruption boys. I will tell Sam you get a free drink on the house for that." "Thanks Cat," said the man with his cock buried deep in Sally's pussy. "I am working up a big thirst." "I'm getting a mite parched myself," said the man with his dick down Sally's throat and then he turned his attention back to face fucking the girl. Cat closed the door and led the way back to the office. Christie sat down and studied Cat's face for a moment before speaking."You did that deliberately just to see how I would react," she accused. "You knew she was busy when we were in the office and you sure as hell knew it when you saw that red light on the door." "Maybe I did," agreed Cat with a slow smile. "This here is a whore house as well as a saloon and if you are going to be around here then I had to know if you could handle seeing somthing like that without freaking out." "I thought the official term was "Paid Companion Station' not whore house," said Christie. "They only call it that in the tourist brochures," laughed cat. "Those of us in the business are a lot more honest about it. The world's oldest profession and people kept saying it would die off as humans evolved, but all these years later, it is still going strong. Men will be men and women will be women and some of them are willing to pay for their pleasure All science and technology has done is find ways to make sure the boys and girls stay clean and disease free." "Then while we wait for Sally to join us, do you have any suspects besides the station Security Chief?" asked Christie. Cat shook her head. "The electronic messages we got were untraceable. One of my girls Li Na is a whiz with computers and that is her opinion, but I can forward them to you if yu want to have a look at them." '"I do," replied Christie. "Protector technology might turn up something your expert can't. What about competitors? They would seem a likely candidate for something like this." Cat frowned. "There are some high end places on the upper core and some less higher class places on the lower core, but out here on the docking ring there are only a couple. Bill Shavers has PairOfDice which he thinks is a clever name because he has gambling too and Lilian Twain has the Deep Space Lounge. We all get along pretty well, so I can't see them being behind this." Christie was out of questions and ideas, so she was glad when the door buzed and one of the two men who had been with Sally, the one in her mouth thought Christie who had been trying not to stare, said they were done with Sally and she had asked him to let Cat know, saying she didn't want to drip stuff all over Cat's office. When Cat and Christie got back to Sally's room, the door light was orange, which Christie took to mean the girl was cleaning up and not quite ready for more customers. "Hey, I was just going to shower," said Sally as she saw them enter. "I thought you might not want to wait so I sent that message." Cat walked over to the naked girl and dipped a finger into the white goo dripping from her pussy and stuck it in her mouth. "Hmmm, I bet he is a vodka drinker. You can always tell from the taste of their cum what they drink. Did you want to try?" she asked Christie. Not for the first time since entering the Longbranch, Christie was glad for her face shielding visor."No, I will take your word for it," she said and turned to look Sallyin the eyes, belatedly realizing Sally couldn't tell she was doing that. "Please tell me about the two men who accosted you. Any details would help." "There isn't much to tell," said Sally. "They were both big guys, close to two meters and heavyset. I was coming out of Dasha's and there is a little space there beside it where I think they run utilities or something so the next store isn't flush with it. They grabbed me and pulled me in there and they had these masks on. All I could see was a little skin around the eyes and mouth. One had pretty light skin and the other was sort of a medium brown. I'm pretty sure both were human. They pushed me against the wall and told me to tell Cat they were serious and next time they would do more than deliver threats. Then they shoved me out and said not to look back and I didn't. I just ran home and told Cat about it." Sally went off to shower and Cat led the way back to the main room of the bar. Christie said she needed time to think and do some investigating and would get back to Cat when she had learned anything. She was about to go out the door when she saw a plaque mounted on the wall by the door and stopped to read it. James Dillon ( 2569 - 2622) First Commander of Dodge Station "That plaque is pretty much where he died," said Cat standing beside Christie. "After he retired as station commander, he opened this bar. He was killed here one night. The bar was closed because someone had wanted to rent it for a private gathering of some sort. The bartender, that was before Sam's time of course, found him in the morning when he unlocked. They never did find out who killed him, but tht was 50 years ago and the killer is probably dead by now too." * * * Christie walked back through the docking ring trying to figure out what the hell to do. The Defender Academy had provided classes on unarmed and armed combat with a wide variety of weapons and fighting styles, history of the corps, interstellar law and even "hands on" courses in dealing with the sexual urges brought on as a side effect of the Defender implant. Some of those sessions had been very intense, but her instructors had assured Christie they were necessary to prepare her for working in the field where as they said shit happens. There had been a distinct lack of classes on how to track down extortionists whoe preyed on whore houses on a space station. Maybe she should submit that as a topic when they sent out their annual survey on grad satisfaction. Christie stopped at the spot Sally had mentioned. Dasha's was a lingerie store that sold some very nice stuff from what Christie saw displayed in their window. The store had a pair of live models in the large window wearing some the skimpiest and most transparent outfits she had ever seen. When Christie had stopped for a closer look at the outfits, the two women had started to put on a show for her. Their lips locked together and they pressed their nearly naked bodies into each other while their hands roamed all over the other's body. It was all meant to entice the viewer to come in and buy, but their prices looked out of her salary range, so Christie sadly walked away. The two women broke apart as they saw her leave and one of them blew her a kiss. The little alley beside the shop was a lot less interesting and provided no help to her investigation. The only thing Christie could think to do came from a note in Mosha's briefing. The previous Defender had mentioned a "special informant" who often had a line on anything happening on the station. His name was Zork and he was an alien from Hydra. He couldn't be seen talking to a Defender and esspecially not in the increasingly anti-alien environment on the station, so the arrangement was to meet him in a storage room on Level -42 once he sent a coded signal that he was free to meet. Christie sent him a request via the anonymous account that had been set up and got into the travel pod, not expecting a reply until later that evening, but she was still in one of the spokes on the way to the core when she got back his acknowledgement that he could meet right then. The storage room turned out to be one where cleaning supplies and equipment were kept for cleaning the main corridors, though this far down on the core, that didnt seem to happen too often. Christie opened the door with her Defender implant and found Zork waiting for her which made her wonder how he had bypassed the security. Better not to ask, she decided. "You are looking good as always," said Zork, clearly leering at her in the skintight outfit. Hydranians were humanoid with two arms and two legs, but they had a vaguely reptilian look to them with small green scales in patches on their pale skin. They also moved oddly to humans due to their extra joint or two in their arms and legs as well as being double jointed. This often made them a valuable commodity for some jobs in tight quarters such as construction, repairs and maintenance. "Someone has been trying to shake down the Longbranch Saloon on the docking ring, said Christie, getting right to the point. "Have you heard anything about this?" "I might have," said Zork cautiously. "There is of course the matter of my price." This made Christie pause. Mosha hadn't mentioned anything about a price or how she had paid for information "Er, what is your price this time?" asked Christie and now it was her turn to be cautious. "The same as always," smirked Zork and before Christie could blink, the alien had pulled out his cock and was stroking it into hardness. "You know how much I like watching my dick shove through that mask of yours. It really turns me on." Oh thank you very much Mosha, thought Christie, you could have warned me about this form of payment. On the other hand, there had been the stimulation of watching Sally, if only for a brief time, and the two models in the lingerie store. Her implant stimulated body was suddenly thinking this wasnt such a bad idea as she slipped to her knees and reached out to grasp Zork's cock in one hand. While they might have a reptilian ancestory, the Hydranians were definitely warm blooded from the heat generated from his cock. Like the rest of this skin, there were little emerald scales here and there along the shaft which gave Christie some pause, but they felt smooth and shouldn't cause any damage. Her visor would let in anything she allowed, so she poked the cock through the silver shield and into her mouth without any difficulty. "Ahhhhhhhhh," moaned Zork as he felt the unseen lips close around his cock and then he pushed further into the warm mouth behind them. "It always makes me extra hard and cum more when I see you doing that," said Zork as he watched his member disappear behind the opaque silver shield. It takes all kinds, figured Christie. You never knew what got someone off, her instructors had said, especially not aliens whose brains worked slightly differently. She thought most humans would be freaked out by their cock being sucked by a mouth you couldn't see and hidden behind a visor like this. Then again, humans often indulged in some freaky sexual fetishes, so don't judge and keep sucking. Hydranians didn't have any external testes, so Christie couldn't get an idea of how much spunk they could produce. Hydranians hadn't been one of the species covered in her sexual practice classes at the Academy and she made another mental note to add that suggestion to the annual survey. Interestingly enough, Zork's cock seemed to lengthen the more it was sucked. It had seemed barely average on the human scale when she had started, but now it had lengthened by a good six or seven centimeters, so it was pushing well down her throat. The precum tasted different from humans which was only to be expected and the closest she could decide was it was sort of raspberry flavoured. Hydranians also produced it in larger quantities than humans, so maybe that promised something about the quantity of their cum? That particular question was answered a few minutes later when Zork gave out a loud gurgling cry and he began to pump blast after blast into her mouth and down her throat to her stomach. Raspberry with maybe a hint of lime, thought Christie as she gulped and swallowed until the flow shut down. Well, she might not want any supper tonight as her stomach felt quite full after swallowing what must have been a liter of Zork's cum. She would have to do a nutritional study on the cum. There was surely a lot of protein, but she suspected it was high in some other nutrients as well which meant scheduling snitch session with Zork before regular meal times might be a good cost saving idea. "Now what information do you have for me?" asked Christie as she got to her feet and Zork tucked his cock away. "The word is that someone new is setting up a gang to organize crime on Dodge Station. Before a couple of months ago, it was just every crook and thug doing his own thing, but now someone is trying to forge them together into an organized group." "Any idea of who it is?" asked Christie, remembering Cat's concerns about Luke Allard. She didn't want to mention his name to Zork since he might blab it to someone else with a mouth to nurse his cock and she had no proof Allard was the man behind this. "Nope," replied Zork, "but I do know who the two goons were that roughed up the whore from the Longbranch. They do odd jobs around the dock, but mostly they hang around the PairOfDice and gamble and drink. I don't know their real names, but they go by Tex and Mex and don't ask me where those names came from. One is lighter skinned, one a light brown, big guys with muscles turning to fat." "PairOfDice is owned by Bill Shavers and a competitor to the Longbranch," said Christie. "Do you think Shivers is behind this?" "Not likely," replied Zork. "He has the hots for Cat and I can't see him doing anything to hurt her. She has been smart and not turning him down flat, so its not likely he got mad and did something for revenge. I think those two losers just hang out at his place for the gambling." * * * It seemed obvious to Christie that her next step had to be to check out the PairOfDice for the two suspects and for that, she was going to have to call on some of the other abilities of her implant and costume. In the privacy of her small apartment, she called up a picture of Mosha on her screen and concentrated on her implant until her features blurred and shifted to duplicate those of the previous Defender. It wasnt shape shifting, but merely an overlaid holographic image. Using another Defender's face was highly recommended by her instructors at the Defender Academy as it tended to make things very confusing for anyone who tried snooping into their civilian identities. Next, was the matter of her costume and the special fabric changed its shape under her mental pressure forming itself into what was still considered standard night out attire, the little black dress. Her costume could assume any shape she needed, but something in its molecular makeup said it had to be black. Christie thought there was some famous quote about being able to have a product in any colour you wanted, as long as it was black. It sounded like something Steve Jobs would have said after he invented nuclear fusion, though how fusion could be black, she didn't know. Maybe it had been Ghandi after he invented sneakers. Ancient history hadn't beenher best subject in school. The now dark skinned Christie caught a public transport pod back to the docking ring and after a short walk came to the PairOfDice. It was quite a bit larger than the Longbranch, though the bar area was about the same size. The greater size came from the casino section. From the outside, it was totally different from the Longbranch as it was all glowing, flashing lights of bright colours and images, including its logo of a pair of gigantic breasts with a pair of dice tumbling away from them. Once through the large glass main doors, the bar was to your left and the casino to yur right, but people moved freely back and forth between the two. Christie decided to try the bar area first and sat on one of the few empty stools at the bar, sipping on a beer and looking around. There were a number of ladies, who from their dress or near lack thereof, functioned in the same role as Sally did at the Longbranch. Apparently the rooms for the girls to use was upstairs in the PairOfDice as every now and then Christie saw one of the women vanish up the spiral, metal staircase with a man in tow or even as in one case carring her in his arms. This whole undercover gig seemed to be a lot easier than she had expected as after only a few minutes, Christie caught sight of a pair of men sitting at a table drinking. One light skinned, one light brown and both large and muscular. When the bartender brought her a refill at her signal, she leaned in and asked, "Hey do you know a guy named Hex? A friend of mine said he was a fun guy who hung out here and I feel like a fun time." The bartender looked puzzled and then his face cleared. Oh, you probably heard the name wrong. She must have meant Tex or Mex," and he nodded towards the table with the two men she had noticed already. "that's them over there, but if you want my advice, I would find your fun with someone else. I think your friend wasn't being too friendly if she set you up to meet those two." "I think you are right," allowed Christie as she took a sip of her new beer and pretended to be studying the pair of men over the rim of her glass. As she was watching them, Tex's wrist cmmunicator beeped and he glanced at the message on the small screen. He said something to Mex who looked annoyed at first before his face changed to what Christie thought was a predatory grin. As she watched, the pair got up and headed for the front door. Christie quickly downed her second beer and headed out after them. She never noticed the bartender watching her go and placing a call on his own wrist communicator. Christie trailed behind the duo as they went along the docking ring headed in the general direction of the Longbranch. Maybe she would be lucky and discover them going after one of Cat's girls who was out on an errand. The docking ring was crowded and now and then she lost sight of the two men as she had to hang back so they wouldn't spot her tailing them. Nearing the longbranch, she lost sight of them again and paused to look around. She was standing right in front of one of the currently empty docking slips and she was so busy scanning the crowd for the pair that she never heard someone come up from behind her out of the shadows of the empty slip and wrap a hand around her mouth with a chemical soaked rag in it. Her last thought before losing consciousness was to curse the man who had invented chloroform. She was pretty sure that had been Winston Churchill to aid in the white slave trade era of the 2100s or maybe that had been Bill Gates? "Wake up sleeping beauty," said a male voice through the lessening fog of Christie's brain and she felt something hard smack against her right cheek. Her eyes came fully open and she saw the something had been Tex's cock. She automatically opened her mouth to complain and realized too late that was a mistake as Tex just rammed his dick into her accomodating mouth. That brought Christie fully awake and she tried to see past the cock in her mouth to determine where she was. It appeared to be a cheap hotel room, probably one of the rent by an hour places favoured by spacers. She didn't have time for a longer survey as she located Tex's partner in crime. He was in the process of pulling her legs apart and that added the additional fact that she was naked. Tex was crouching over her face at the head of the bed ramming his cock in and out of her mouth and a second later, Christie gasped as Mex slammed his prick home nnto her pussy. The only good thing about the whole situation was that her holographic disguise seemed pretty perfect in alll respects as her entire body and not just her face mimicked Mosha's right down to the shaved pussy of the dark skinned Defender. "I don't know why you was following us," moaned Tex as he paused for a moment with his sizable cock planted deep in Christie's throat to smile down at her, "but I am glad you did and were so incompetent about it. I suspect Cat sent you from the Longbranch, so after we are done fucking you, take a message back to her and tell her this is her last warning." "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh," came Christie's muffled reply. "Yeah, I know you got your mouth too full of my dick to speak, but it don't really matter," laughed Tex as he began to thrust his hips again and his cock slid back and forth in Christie's mouth. "That's telling the bitch," laughed Mex as he grabbed Christie's hips and began to pound his equally large member in and out of her faster and faster making Christie's dark brown boobs bounce around wildly on her chest. "mmmm, what a sweet little mouth and nice big titties you got girl," said Tex as he reached down to roughly squeeze one of Christie's boobs in each large hand. "They sure give a man the inspiration he needs to produce a big sticky load as a reward." Once more holding his cock all the way down her throat, Tex began to deliver that large load to her stomach. Christie thought she vastly preferred Zork's cum, but was in no position to say so at the moment. "Almost there too little darling," snickered Mex as he picked up the pace of his movements. "be a good girl and squeeze your pussy tight around my dick." Stimulated by the double fucking, Christie's body obeyed before her brain could formulate a refusal to send to her mouth. "Oh fuck, that's it, I can see a talented whore when I feel one," laughed Mex and his spunk began to splash into Christie's pussy. "Remember to tell Cat our message," said Tex as he started to get dressed. Christie staggered off the bed and found her costume still in its little black dress form on the floor. She was still feeling a bit woozy from the chloroform and the fucking for a fight and that wouldn't do her much good with finding out who was behind the move on the Longbranch. Tex and Mex were moving towards the door when she called out to them. "Hey, wait a second guys." "What for?" asked Tex suspiciously. "That was a great fuck," said Christie. "I wanted to give you a kiss to thank you." Tex and Mex looked at each other and grinned. "Reckon we can do that," snickered Mex who nudged Tex in the ribs and his partner grinned in agreement. A still naked Christie wrapped her arms around Tex and gave him a long hard kiss before repeating it with Mex. "Just tail us again if you want another good fucking," said Tex with a grin as he gave Christie's bare ass a hard slap before he and Mex went out the door. Christie waited for a few minutes to make sure they were long gone before putting her dress on and then commanding it to return to its normal costume shape. Activating her visor, she glanced at her wrist communicator and saw two red blips from the tracking devices she had taken from a pocket of her dress and sliped into their pockets while kissing them. "Let's see how fucking funny you find it when I catch up to you," she muttered as she considered the small display. It looked like they were in a transport pod from the speed they were moving. Good, with luck they would lead her right to their boss. Christie exited the room and ignored the stares of the staff and other people in the hotel lobby as she stepped outside. Glancing back, she saw her fun had happened in the Pegasus and made a mental note to have the health inspectors have a little chat with them about the cleanliness of their rooms. * * * The tracking devices led Christie to Level -38 in the core and she crept up carefully towards the door of the apartment from where the signals were coming from. The Defender smiled in anticipation and used her implant to unlock the apartment door. Payback was only seconds away and she jumped through the door, rolling to one side and then coming to her feet to gape around at the utterly empty apartment. Puzzled, Christie looked at her wrist display and narrowed the scale to zoom in on the signals and she found the two tracking devices sitting on the empty kitchen counter. She had just picked them up, when her communicator beeped to indicate an incoming message. "Hello Defender," said a computer generated voice. "Don't bother trying to trace this call as I have taken precautions to see it can't be done. I just wanted to let you see how futile your little gambit was. I had no problems detecting your tracers and leading you on a wild goose chase, whatever the fuck a wild goose might be." "I take it you are the brains behind those two muscle boys?" asked Christie after taking a moment to get over her surprise. "Of course," said the voice. "I intend to make this station my own and there is nothing you can do to stop me." "We will see about that," snapped Christie. "I am going to start by making sure the Longbranch is safe from you and your goons." "The Longbranch was just a test and a demonstration of my growing power on this station, " said the voice. "I am not so stupid as to pursue it at the moment with you watching it, but you cannot be everywhere. I will let you worry about where I will strike next." The call abruptlyterminated leaving a very frustrated Christie standing there alone in the empty apartment. * * * A disgruntled Christie had just returned to her apartment and changed out of her costume when the door buzzer rang. She still had no idea who was behind the attack on the Longbranch or where they would strike next. Was Security Chief Allard behind it as Cat suspected or was it someone else. Was it the same person who had tried to blow up the station? That seemed unlikely as blowing up and controlling the station seemed too divergent. Still worrying about all of this, she opened the door to find Willow and Brook standing there with a bottle of wine and bags of take out food. "We are here for the official apartment warming party," said Brook as she handed Christie the wine. "Along with burgers, fries and litle apple pies from McDonalds," said Willow. "425 trillion served and counting!" Christie smiled and opened the wine. She would worry about things tomorrow and tonight they would party! The End