See You, Space Cowboy - 2/4
.Sugar and Spice.
Nothing made Ninomiya Kazunari happier than pulling the Sobu Line out of the backed up queue and into the FastPass line. After the Daigo job, Kou-san had finally coughed up the credits to reward her two loyal bounty hunters. He had never known such freedom in these past few blissful months, flying right up and seeing the little green light go off at the warp gate. He could just imagine the peons in the queued ships looking up, shaking their fists as the Sobu Line jumped ahead of all of them, gunning across the quadrant. They shaved hours off their flight time, saved on fuel. Hell, they'd even been to some of the casinos in Beta Quadrant that weren't as tightly regulated as those in Alpha. It was living the dream.
But even though the FastPass made Nino as gleeful as could be, he knew that at the same time he and Aiba were now marked men. Any no account asshole at a hangar bay could be bought, Nino had always known that. He'd bought his fair share of them himself, sneaking credits to get on board marks' ships to steal back Kou's money on the regular.
So now one of them always had to stay with the ship when they were docked. Even in the relative safety of Royale's docking bay they switched off, one of them staying inside with a blaster set to stun in case someone snuck aboard and tried to pry the thing off the console. FastPass technology wasn't the most advanced of all technologies. Warp drives, warp gates, massive ships and space stations. That was where the R&D money went.
The FastPass was just welded into the ship's nav system, a chunky metal contraption that anyone with basic mechanical know-how could snag. All you had to do was detach it without electrocuting yourself, file off the serial numbers, get fake credentials, and install it on your own ship. Doing official business for Kou-san all these years meant he and Aiba had had to wait to get a legit FastPass. And now that they had one Nino was paranoid as fuck about losing it.
It had already been a solid month without drinking. Even on nights when it was Aiba's turn to stay in the hangar bay instead of their tiny employee quarters on board Royale, Nino found himself taking the turbolift to the bay, scouting around looking for trouble. For anyone who knew the Sobu Line had that magical line-jumping piece of tech inside her.
It was one of those nights tonight, Nino lying on the bottom bunk inside their quarters, staring at the metal bulkhead. Just above him, he knew that Kou-san's best guys and girls were drinking, laughing, entertaining clients. It used to help him sleep, knowing that business was going on as usual. That people were fucking and getting fucked and doing whatever else they liked on board the station. It was a comfort, somehow.
But there was no sleeping now because he knew Aiba was down there, sitting on the Sobu Line bridge and probably sleeping through proximity alarms. Nino had rigged up half a dozen new alarm settings in the past month, some that would go straight through to his own communicator if someone not him or Aiba came within a few yards of the ship. He tossed and turned, almost as though he was expecting his CommChip to go off.
He was irritable during the day, unable to sleep at night. He knew Aiba was sick of it too. Masaki had long been the trusting type, the "whatever happens, happens" type. If the FastPass disappeared off the bridge, Aiba would simply smile and say it was the nature of the business they were in, a consequence of the life they led as bullies and thieves. He found Nino's FastPass concern to be too much. Nino found Aiba's lack of concern to be reckless.
And then his fears were confirmed shortly after 3:00 AM Royale time. His CommChip squealed with a proximity alert, and he nearly flipped off the bunk, catching himself with a hand to the floor. He grabbed his blaster and yanked on the nearest pair of pants, Aiba's he discovered too late since they were two sizes too big at the waist. But his FastPass was in danger, and there was no time to look good.
Holding the oversized trousers up with one hand and his blaster in the other, he flew out of their quarters, eyes burning at the sudden shift from their dark quarters and into the stinky, incense-ridden, decently lit corridor. He forced his way onto the turbolift, sharing the ride down with a pair of businessmen who looked like they'd spent more money at Royale that night than they'd anticipated.
Nino surged out of the turbolift once it reached the hangar bay, but he was held back behind the safety screen. The launch alarm blared. Somewhere in the bay another ship had been given the all clear, and they were heading toward the bay doors and out into space. He paced like a caged animal until the alarm went off and the screen lifted, indicating it was once again safe for people to walk around the level.
"Fuck fuck fucking fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck," he grumbled, racing through the bay to the Sobu Line's berth. It was gone already, he just knew it was gone. Grease monkeys and other hangar bay slackers stared at him as he ran, some of them chuckling as they hauled around the giant fuel hoses. He found the ship looking none the worse for wear, save for the pair of sticky red lipstick marks adorning the main hatch.
Of course it was them, Nino realized. Of course.
He keyed in his passcode and the hatch opened. "Masaki, I am going to shove something enormous up your ass and make you dance a jig until it falls out!"
He found Aiba looking sheepish on the bridge where he was lying on the floor, hogtied. Nino even recognized the white glittery scarf that had been shoved into his partner's mouth. A batch of wires sat limply on top of the nav system, and the FastPass had been ganked.
"Why did you even let them in?" Nino complained, collapsing into his pilot's seat and letting out an angry moan, resting his feet on top of Aiba's back.
"Mmmffhffmmmmhmm!" Aiba tried to explain, wiggling around.
Nino let him stew for a minute before finally taking the scarf from his mouth. "If Kou even finds out they were on board Royale we're fucked. Seriously fucked. F-U-C..."
"I can spell that word," Aiba mumbled. "Thanks very much."
"So let me imagine the situation," Nino said, leaning back in his seat. "You're here, you're lonely, you see the two of them standing in the hangar bay and you go, hmm, they haven't screwed me over in the past or anything, I'll let them right on board..."
"I didn't...I wasn't thinking..."
"Oh you were thinking," Nino said. "You were thinking with your dick, as usual!"
Aiba pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. "Nino, you know they have a FastPass of their own, so I didn't think they'd come and steal ours."
He got out of his seat, kicking the bulkhead. Which in hindsight was a bad call because he hadn't even taken the time to put on his boots before running out of their quarters. He hopped around, almost in tears.
"What, you thought this was a social visit? They're thieves, you imbecile! T-H-I-E..."
"Why do you always spell when you're angry with me?" Aiba mumbled.
"Where were they going?" he asked, hobbling back to his seat and rubbing his foot. "They usually leave a clue."
Aiba looked away. "That's the problem..."
"They didn't leave a clue?"
"No, they um..." Aiba gulped. "They actually told me where they were going."
"And where is that?"
"Nino, we're being head hunted."
-
If Shibasaki Kou and Royale ruled the Alpha Quadrant's high-class sex trade, then it was the Zebra Queen who ruled the Beta Quadrant. It hadn't always been that way. After the war, Kou had invested in two stations - Royale in the Alpha Quadrant and The Zoo in Beta. In the early days, Kou traveled back and forth between them, hiring on staff, gaining client trust. It was a sex empire with her eye-patched self at the head of it. But fuel was expensive and the Empire regulated travel at the warp gates all the more, squeezing every credit they could out of the ships flying about.
After a few years, she'd allowed The Zoo to be managed by one of her kohai, a young little obedient nobody named Riisa-chan from some Beta Quadrant planet that produced people with good math skills and without gag reflexes. Ideal for the sex trade, both in management and in the practice.
Trusting Riisa-chan had been Shibasaki Kou's first and last mistake, though she'd never admit it publicly. Way off in Beta and without her master dictating terms, Riisa-chan turned The Zoo into the anti-Royale. No perfumed corridors, no super-private fetish-only levels. No secrets and satin sheets. The Zoo became just that - a Zoo. Cages instead of rooms. A primal, animalistic feel. Even the prostitutes there wore animal-print fetish gear. Submissively dressed bunnies and fawns. Dominatrix kitties with their fingernails sharpened into pointed claws.
You didn't go to The Zoo to get your rocks off behind closed doors. You went to The Zoo to watch or be watched. And at the head of it was a woman Kou-san had underestimated, a woman who'd started out in glasses and pigtails and a schoolgirl's uniform, calling herself Megane-chan.
She was a brilliant marketer, Nino had to give her that. Riisa threw herself fully into the Zoo re-branding and emerged as the Zebra Queen, the Beta Quadrant's top madam. Before Kou knew it Riisa had raised enough credits to buy the station from her. The two women were now fierce rivals, and only the quadrant boundaries and the sheer vastness of space kept them from engaging in full-out war.
But a Cold War was ongoing, and Nino knew that the Zebra Queen was itching to get a foothold in Alpha Quadrant, to take a bite out of Kou-san's bottom line. Where Kou preferred to keep things above-board, to act within the limits of Imperial law, the Zoo was known for its lawlessness. And its enforcers were just as infamous as their Queen, crossing into Alpha to keep their mistress' interests in play.
Rebecca Vaughn, orphaned in a Gamma Quadrant conflict, and Kuroki Meisa, an escort turned cat burglar, were the Zebra Queen's best thugs, or in essence, the Beta Quadrant's answer to Nino and Aiba. Or at least that was how Nino and Aiba saw it. Becky and Meisa had one of the fastest little ships in the galaxy, the Emerald, and most people didn't even know their real names.
Given who their employer was, they were better known for their costumes. For Becky who always wore flowing, angelic white with glitter in her hair and called herself Sugar. For Meisa who always wore skin-tight black vinyl spandex and stiletto heels and called herself Spice. Nino and Aiba went from port to port, hearing nothing but praise for the two women.
Sure, they were hot and they had flair but at the end of the day they were rivals. And they were definitely not to be trusted, given who they worked for. Time and time again, Nino and Aiba had gone after a mark, only to discover that the infamous Sugar and Spice had gotten to them first and smuggled them off to Beta Quadrant. Where Kou was content to just steal her money back, the Zebra Queen liked selling people into sexual servitude at The Zoo, even if they'd never crossed her. As though she was challenging Kou to do something about her wayward customers.
And like the hunters aboard the Sobu Line, Sugar and Spice liked to gamble. Nino had lost countless credits to them at the casino tables in Alpha and Beta alike. Sometimes when it came right down to it, it was simply a matter of pride.
But this time was different. This time it wasn't a competition. They'd come right into Royale, right onto the Sobu Line, and they'd stolen their FastPass. If they wanted it back, Meisa had explained to Aiba, all that they had to do was come to The Zoo. And listen to a business proposal.
The Zebra Queen was looking to hire them, Aiba said, to let Sugar and Spice maintain Beta and not have to worry about Alpha troubles. The Zebra Queen wanted to snatch them away from Kou, and she was willing to pay them double.
-
"Yep," Nino said with a nod as soon as Aiba finished explaining. "Trap."
"What?" Aiba gasped, still fumbling around with his wrists and ankles tied. "But Spice-chan said..."
"Don't fucking call that spandex-wearing bitch 'Spice-chan.'"
"Ah Nino, just because she turned you down..."
"Don't bring that up!" Nino fumed.
There was only the one time. That one time before he'd known who they were working for. Before he'd known that Sugar and Spice were partners in every possible way. And that totally wasn't the reason why he hated them. No, gods damn it, it was the fact that they worked for the enemy. Couldn't Aiba see past that? Ugh, he thought, they'd probably made out in front of him again. That juvenile type of distraction always worked on perverts like Aiba. Today wasn't the first time they'd hogtied him and left him for Nino to find.
"Well anyhow, Spice-chan said it was legit," Aiba continued. "Double pay, a revamp for the ship. I thought you'd be excited by this kind of offer, Nino. You like money."
"I like money, but I have principles!" When Aiba gave him a suspicious look, Nino just rolled his eyes. "Alright the money sounds amazing, but we already have an employer who could probably have us killed. And you want us to double cross her to work for someone even more psychotic? Really?"
Aiba looked down at the floor. "Well, um, what if we just...you know, heard her out..."
"At The Zoo?"
"Well...yeah." Aiba was blushing now.
Nino sighed. "You are the most predictable person I have ever met."
.Queen of the Jungle.
It was fun to have rivals. Aiba had always thought so. But it was even more fun to have friends. He'd always been drawn to vids on the Net where enemies teamed up to fight an even greater enemy. He thought that maybe, just maybe, someday that greater enemy would arrive and the Sobu Line and the Emerald could team up. Maybe some super brothel would open up on the other side of the wormhole in Gamma Quadrant. Royale and The Zoo would join forces, fly through the wormhole and shut things down. Ensure that the Alpha-Beta space stations of sex stayed at the top.
Then they could all celebrate! And Kou-san would open her arms and let Aiba in for a hug of triumph. Then maybe more than a hug. "Oh Aiba-kun," she'd say, batting her eye. "You can have your pick of the Cherry on Top guys and girls! But please do consider me as well!" And it would all be thanks to the Emerald's help...
Nino, however, wasn't interested in any sort of friendship or alliance with Sugar and Spice, and thus their enmity was bound to remain.
But Nino had at least agreed to fly over to The Zoo where the infamous Zebra Queen was holding their precious FastPass hostage. His reasoning had been that if they actually reported the FastPass' loss to Kou-san, they'd be out of a job. They'd lose the ship. So they really had no choice but to listen to the Zebra Queen's demands, even if they were going to turn her down.
It was another week before they had leave to actually head to Beta Quadrant, and Nino was wandering the Royale corridors day and night muttering to himself about the stupid FastPass and how long it was going to take them to get to Beta. Nino had been nearly impossible to deal with ever since the thing had been installed on the bridge, and Aiba was ready to smack him.
But now they were on their way. With the hold-ups at the warp gates scattered across Alpha and Beta, it took them nearly two days to reach The Zoo. Nino had assumed the whole thing was going to be a trap anyhow, that Sugar and Spice had lied. That it was just a ploy to get them on board The Zoo and snap blackmail photos to send back to Kou, another reason to fire them.
Sugar and Spice themselves were waiting in the hangar bay when Nino and Aiba left the Sobu Line. Sugar-chan linked arms with Nino, tugging him close while her partner walked up to Aiba with a smirk. "I see you finally made it," Spice said, raising one of her shapely eyebrows at him.
"We would have been here earlier if a vital part of our ship hadn't been snatched," Nino shot back, wriggling out of Sugar's hold.
Sugar and Spice exchanged a glance and then a grin. "Poor babies!" the two women cried in little kid voices.
"Come on, losers, let's go!" Sugar declared, kicking Nino straight in the ass with her sparkly white platform boot.
The Zoo really kind of stunk. Much as the scent of Royale tickled Aiba's nose and made him a bit dizzy, it wasn't nearly as awful as this. The Zoo must have been piping in the scent of animal shit or something in the turbolifts. Nino looked ready to retch, and Sugar and Spice merely giggled at them.
"Marketing," Nino grumbled under his breath.
As befitting guests of the Zebra Queen herself, Sugar and Spice brought them straight up to the top of the space station. The shit smell thankfully vanished as the doors whooshed open, but there was a new smell now. Lube and sweat and come. Not the worst smells, but the open decorating plan made Aiba nearly go cross-eyed from visual stimulation.
Where Kou's station was full of closed doors, privacy screens, and diaphanous curtains, The Zoo really was a Zoo, even the Queen's level. As they walked across the floor, Aiba couldn't keep his eyes forward. To either side of him there were metal bars and people inside them going at it. Some of the 'cages' even had beds. To his left he saw a woman in leather whipping some guy in the ass with a riding crop. To his right, a woman was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, crying out in ecstasy as three other women licked and sucked at her breasts and abdomen while a fourth woman with a green mohawk and a strap-on was penetrating her.
"Pervert!" Sugar teased him, giving Aiba a poke in the side.
"I'm not," Aiba complained, tugging at the waistband of his trousers uncomfortably. "They're just...right there...doing that..."
"We're here on business," Nino insisted, though Aiba could tell from the distracted sound in his voice that he was discovering a previously unknown desire for ladies with mohawks and strap-ons.
Spice jabbed Aiba between his shoulder blades. "Keep moving. Nobody keeps the Queen waiting."
"How much does that cost?" Aiba found himself asking, jabbing his thumb back behind him at the four-on-one. "Just curious."
"More than you make in a decade," Sugar said cheerfully, moving to key in a code at the only set of closed doors on the entire level.
Reinforced titanium, maybe a solid foot thick. The Zebra Queen's security was on a whole other level from Kou-san's. The doors slid open with a squeal of metal, and there she was. Where Kou's boudoir was feminine and sensual, the Queen's domain was unforgiving and cold. The floor was onyx tile, slit up the middle in a silver color that directed all eyes in the room to a raised platform.
As befitting a "monarch," the Zebra Queen sat in a dark black chair wrapped in what to Aiba looked like jungle vines. She rose to her feet, lips twisting into a wicked smile as Sugar and Spice forced them onto their knees.
Her hair was jet black, a ferocious mass of wild tangles that fell to her waist. She was clad in a zebra-striped corset that barely contained her breasts along with black satin panties and thigh high leather boots. Her face was powdered white save for a band of black paint that ran in a horizontal stripe across her eyes. Aiba had never been so frightened or so turned on in his life. Basically, he was a ball of confusion at present.
He glanced over at Nino, who had a rather unattractive bit of drool trailing out from the side of his mouth. Yeah, all his grandstanding about having principles and integrity and not wanting Kou-san to murder them had seemingly vanished in an instant.
The Zebra Queen remained up by her throne, lifting her hands to the sky. "Boys, boys, boys. Welcome to The Zoo!"
Spice ruffled Aiba's hair. "This one is Aiba."
"And this little weasel is Ninomiya," Sugar said sweetly, patting Nino on the shoulder.
The Queen nodded. "Kou-chan's little errand boys. I presume you were informed of my terms."
"They were, Majesty," Spice said, inclining her head. "Double their pay and a new ship to do your bidding in the Alpha Quadrant."
"Doesn't it sound lovely?" the Zebra Queen asked. It sounded like she normally had a cute little high-pitched voice, but was lowering it for theatrical effect. "The thought of doing my bidding?"
"Yes!" Aiba replied enthusiastically at the same time Nino wiped his mouth and let out a noisy "No, thank you."
The Queen frowned. "It seems you two are lacking in communication skills. What is it? Yes or no?"
Aiba moved to speak but Nino silenced him with a sharp look. His partner looked back at the Zebra Queen.
"No offense," Nino said, "But we already have a job. While your offer sounds super neat and I'm sure you provide a fine benefits package, your two friends here stole our hard-earned FastPass, and I have found that dirty tricks, theft, and coercion do not make for the happiest work environment. We are obviously thrilled by the offer and pleased to be under consideration, but at present we will remain under Shibasaki-san's employ. So thank you." The Zebra Queen didn't even blink, and Nino fumbled his words a bit. "Uh, thanks. Um, can we have our FastPass back please?"
Aiba shut his eyes, waiting for the woman to whip out some sort of torture device and pin them to it. Or to pull out a knife from her boot and fling it at them. She certainly seemed capable. But instead she just sighed, hands on her shapely hips.
"Seriously? I was going to pay you double!" The Zebra Queen voice completely vanished, replaced with an impatient little whine. She looked almost cute now, standing there with her giant hair. "What does Kou-senpai have that I don't?"
"Doors, for one," Nino muttered.
The Zebra Queen stomped her feet childishly. "You're going to regret this!" When Nino and Aiba gasped, the woman just rolled her eyes. "Oh I meant from a business standpoint, you stupid idiots. You'll regret this when I hire someone better! And your piece of crap ship falls apart!"
"We're...sorry?" Nino said, holding up his hands in apology.
Sugar and Spice cleared their throats, seemingly reminding their employer that she had a reputation to uphold because the "voice" and temperament were back in seconds. The Zebra Queen moved down from her raised throne, walking up to them with fury in her eyes.
"Well then. Consider the Beta Quadrant's legs closed to you," she said huffily, lip curling. "From New Kyushu to Monju, you will not get laid."
Nino shrugged his shoulders. "The price we're willing to pay, Your Majesty. So about that FastPass..."
She looked between Aiba and Nino and back again, crossing her arms. "I would be such a better boss than Kou-san. I offer plenty of perks that she doesn't."
Nino kept a stiff upper lip. Aiba had a feeling something else was stiff, but his partner's fear of Kou's retaliation seemed to be winning out. "If Kou-san knew what you were doing, she'd retaliate. And that would be bad for business all around. But as a courtesy to you and your fine establishment, we won't tell her what happened here today. Please return our FastPass." Nino snuck a peek behind him, sticking his tongue out at Sugar and Spice. "Oh, and it would be a real kindness if you stopped sending your she-wolves after us all the time. Surely the galaxy's big enough for us all to get along."
The Queen frowned. "Very well. I can see that neither of you have much in the way of business sense. Sugar-chan, I trust that you'll have their stupid mechanical thingie reinstalled by the time I'm done with him."
"Wait," Aiba interrupted, holding up a hand in his panic. "Done with who?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sugar replied obediently, bowing and leaving the room with Spice at her heels.
"Now," the Zebra Queen said, licking her lips and looking between them. "If our formal business is concluded, it's time for some informal business. I'm not letting you leave until one of you has gotten me off. Who's bigger downstairs, may I check?"
When her black manicured fingernails came plucking at their trousers, he and Nino jumped back. "Hold on," Nino said. "Wait a minute..."
"If I can't own you I'd at least like to give you a test drive," the woman pouted. "Sample the merchandise. Come now, you're both cute, and even if you won't betray Kou-senpai, I know you can't pass up this opportunity. Don't make me tie you down, boys."
"I volunteer!" Aiba shouted, thrusting his hand to the sky and waving it furiously.
Nino rolled his eyes. "Of course you would."
The Zebra Queen clapped her hands playfully. "Oh good. I swear, this interview process has been a nightmare. Trying to find someone who fits our workplace culture, it's a crap shoot!" She turned to Nino. "Maybe next time, FastPass-san. Go back to your ship. I promise your friend will be returned to you, mostly unharmed."
Aiba suddenly realized what he'd agreed to, watching Nino sigh and head for the exit. The massive titanium door closed, leaving him alone with the Zebra Queen. The most infamous woman in the Beta Quadrant wanted to sample his merchandise. Well, Aiba was always quick to take one for the team, and he supposed this wouldn't be too big a sacrifice on his part.
He scanned the room, still seeing only the throne on the raised platform. "Um, do you have a bed?"
She smiled sweetly at him. Well, he supposed 'sweetly' was the intent, but the gnarled hair and painted face still made her look a bit scary. "Not in here, no. I usually sleep in one of the cages. I find that in my line of work you need to be where the people are. To best understand your customers."
"I see."
She was circling him, eyeing him up and down like he was a ship on the sales block at one of the Empire's liquidation events. She prodded along his ribs, slid her fingers along the waistband of his trousers. Squeezed his shoulders. What was she going to do to him? "How much can you lift? Could you lift me?"
He nodded. "I could lift you, no problem."
She smiled again. "That's what I like to hear. Very good. Go stand by the door, we'll fuck over there."
Aiba Masaki certainly enjoyed being with a woman who was straight to the point. He couldn't help but obey, marching over as directed, already feeling his cock start to strain against the fabric of his slacks. She moved to the rear of the room, finding a compartment in the wall that slid open. She returned, her heels clicking against the tile, with a small bottle of prophylactic spray and a zebra-striped egg.
She held the items out, raising up the spray bottle. "I know you have a long trip back to Alpha and that Cyclops of a boss, so we'll go for the five minute special. Hold on to this."
He accepted the bottle. She then held up the egg, giving the thing a light twist. It started to buzz at an alarming speed.
"This is Z-chan, my best friend," the Queen said, holding the tiny vibrator out. "I come first. Make it happen."
He stood there, mouth slightly agape as she pulled her panties down, negotiating the fabric over the tops of her boots and pulling them all the way down, kicking them away. She was completely shaved bare, and Aiba found himself smiling at the sight of the zebra tattoo revealed on the soft skin below her navel. It was even wearing a crown. Marketing, Nino would say.
Her eyes flashed within the dark stripe painted across her face, and she leaned back against the cold titanium door, beckoning him with her fingers. She pushed her hair back behind her shoulders, waiting for him. He approached slowly, trying not to trip over his own feet as he shoved the prophylactic spray in his pants pocket.
She was nearly as tall as him in her boots, and he smiled before moving down to look at her breasts, to the pale, rounded tops of them where they nearly spilled from her corset. The buzzing vibrator was already making his hand a bit numb. This woman was not joking around with her toys. He held it firmly between his thumb and fingers, nudging it in small, teasing circles against the zebra tattoo while he kissed his way along the edge where her corset met skin.
This seemed to please the Zebra Queen, which boded well for Aiba. If he screwed this up, maybe she'd still find a way to sabotage things. Nino, of course, was probably still waiting for a trap to be sprung.
She spread her legs wider and tugged at the black and white laces on the front of her corset, loosening it enough for her breasts to pop free. Aiba groaned, remembering her adamant "I come first" policy. He dragged the vibrator down, hearing her pleased moan as he drew the quivering egg along her sensitive lips. He moved it back and forth between them, the buzzing sound dulling as he pressed it against her.
It was chilly in her chambers and it had to be cold with her back against that door too. Her nipples hardened at the approach of his tongue, circling one greedily before sliding it between his lips. She started to rock her hips in time with his movements, following the vibrator's journey from her opening to her clit and back again.
"Z-chan, yes," she was murmuring, clearly more impressed with the vibrator's power than Aiba's ability to wield it. As she moved, so did that mane of hair, bits of it tickling Aiba's nose as his mouth ventured from one of her breasts to another. "Faster. Faster, Z-chan."
Aiba complied, rubbing the vibrator more urgently against her, letting her own movements and noises of heightened pleasure guide him. Soon she was bucking against the thing, and Aiba took his mouth away from her before it became too cumbersome. He focused on the task at hand, seeing her shut her eyes and give in to the strong pulsing between her legs. He could feel the power of the little egg all the way to his wrist as he tried to hold it steady and firm against her.
"Give it to me," she told him, holding out her hand. He obeyed, turning control of the vibrator over to its master. "I'm ready. You better be."
His hand still throbbed with the sensation from the vibrator, and he fumbled with his zipper, nearly ripping his trousers as he yanked them down and his underwear with them. He prepared the spray bottle, his eyes barely able to focus because she was back against the door, one hand cupping and squeezing one of her own breasts as she worked the vibrator over her clit. He thanked the inventor of the spray-on condom once again - no clumsy wrappers to deal with. Just aim and spray and let nanotechnology take charge.
He coated himself from shaft to tip, biting his lip at the usual tingling feeling as the foamy substance solidified, coating his erection in a thin, safe sheen. "I'm ready," he said, really and truly happy that he'd volunteered to have sex with the crazy woman who'd stolen their FastPass and pulled them across the universe. Nino didn't know what he was missing.
She ignored him for a moment, her hand finally stilling as she let out a cry of happiness. And then she flung the zebra-striped egg away and opened her eyes. So much for poor Z-chan.
"Now fuck me."
He stumbled forward, reaching for her. She barely gave him a warning before wrapping her arms around his neck and hopping aboard. He cried out in shock, her booted legs pretzeling around him. No wonder she'd asked how much he could lift. He backed her against the door sharply enough to make her cry out in approval, getting a mess of hair in his mouth and nearly choking on it.
"Come on!" she demanded, and he did his best to comply, guiding his cock to her. She had just come, and her body was still working through its aftershocks as he slid inside her, feeling her clench around him, hard and demanding.
From there it was an uphill battle, thrusting up and into her as she clung to him, yanking on his hair so hard he thought he was going to return to the Sobu Line bald. He was sweating furiously, his brain happily relinquishing all control over to his cock as he did his best to fill her again and again. His mind wandered, thinking of the sights he'd seen throughout The Zoo. He understood this place better now, the appeal of it. The sheer primal urges. She smelled like leather and sex, her Queen voice taking over, demanding more and more of him.
The stiletto heels of her damn boots were digging into his thighs, and he adjusted a bit to avoid the pain. Apparently it was the right adjustment because she was coming again, squeezing his dick again, her inner muscles coaxing him right along into one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
"That," she managed to say a few moments later, patting him on the head. "Now that was worth giving you your FastPass back."
When he'd cleaned up and staggered his way back to the Sobu Line, half drunk off of his crazy encounter, he found Nino on the bridge with a blowtorch and a metal face mask, soldering the FastPass into the nav console. Aiba doubted it would budge ever again. He cut the torch when Aiba made his entrance.
His partner sighed. "Well? Are we cleared for departure?"
Aiba grinned. "We are all clear."
Part Three