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Chapter 34 – Spitfire hits the The Big Time.
We went to the Galcop court sector, and after being shuffled from one bored official to another, we finally turned over the license forms we had been contracted to deliver. Afterwords, we walked around the station and stretched our legs. The shipyard contained nothing more than a rusty little Adder, and an old Cobra MKI. We did find out however, that even though Riveis is just an average agricultural planet, it was also a popular gambling destination, and had a thriving nightlife. Spitfire immediately begged to go down to the planet and check it out. She wanted to shower, and get dressed up, before catching a shuttle, so we headed back to Aria.
It took us longer to get ready than we anticipated. No surprise really, when you add two naked people in love, a small, close shower cubicle, hot water, and a bar of soap!
I put on my black jeans and a nice black button up shirt. Spitfire wore her ink-cloud dress. Just seeing her walk into the room wearing that dress, made me want to throw her on the bed and work it off of her again! It was going to be a long night. We caught a shuttle full of retirees and gray hairs, heading for the casinos down on the planet. Once we had landed, we walked out of the spaceport entrance, and stooped dead. Everywhere you looked were casinos! They were jammed in side by side so close it was hard to tell where one stopped and the next began. They towered over us hundreds of feet tall. Flashing, glowing, blinking lights, surrounded us on every side. And the signs... They were everywhere. They advertised everything, from the casinos themselves, to food, alcohol, pawn shops, loan sharks, bail bondsmen, sex, tattoos, you name it! Every vice known to man, was represented here, in glowing, flashing neon. I let Spitfire lead me to wherever she wanted to go. Even in the middle of this crowded, blinking, neon chaos, Spitfire caused people to turn and stare. I gripped her hand just a little tighter. She turned and grinned, and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Outside one of the multitude of casinos, we encountered a group of bare breasted showgirls. Their costumes consisted of nothing more than, elaborate feather headdresses, micro g-strings, and sky high heels. They were handing out drink coupons and free cred-chips to entice people to come in and gamble in their casino. But when they saw Spitfire's dress, they gave a collective squeal and immediately surrounded us. They had to to admire it, touch it and feel it. They had to know where she got it, and how much it had cost. Three of them offered to buy it from her on the spot, and they started a bidding war. But Spitfire told them that she wouldn't sell it at any price. She cuddled close to my side, and told them it was a gift from me, and that she wanted to keep it forever. That earned us a bunch of aaaw's and oooh's and "that's so romantic"'s.
One of the girls however, a tall gorgeous red-head, took my other arm, and pressed herself up against me. "So what's a girl gotta do, for you to buy her a dress like that?" She purred. I caught Spitfire in mid pounce. The girls laughed and walked back to their post, swinging their assets from side to side, for all they were worth. I set the kicking and cussing Spitfire back down, and coaxed her to continue on down the street. The red-head waved and gave me a smile and a wink. I held tight to Spitfires hand.
She finally picked a casino to go into, the flashing blue neon sign proclaimed it as the Hoopy Casino. The noise and lights, were just as bad inside as they were outside. She had put ten of her own credits on a cred-chip, I was pretty proud of her, for showing that much restraint. Now she wanted to play some of the games. We wandered around the tables and machines, until she found one to try. It was a simple game, almost as old as man himself. Find the pea under the shell. Or in this instance, find the crystal under the force-field. On her her very first try, she won. I wasn't surprised. She lost the next five in a row, and was about to quit, but decided to try one more. She won again. Which of course kept her glued to the machine until she had lost all her remaining credits. I couldn't help but kiss those little pouting lips. The kiss became longer and longer, until we finally broke apart panting. I goosed her little butt to chase her away from the machine, and we headed deeper into the casino. Other rooms joined the main gambling floor, some offered food, some offered exotic floor shows, and some were strip bars. Spitfire pulled me from one to the next. I was busy trying to see everything, and look everywhere all at once, that I didn't really notice where she was leading me. As we went through another doorway, I thought I saw a sign that blinked "Amateur Night!". It was dark inside, but Spitfire threaded us between tables until we were next to a small stage. It was only a few moments later, when a light cut through the darkness to shine on the stage. And the lone silver pole at it's center.
A pole?! An unseen announcer said, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome our first dancer for this evening, Miss Cherry Nova!" Loud music with a heavy base beat started playing, and a long legged brunette walked on stage, wearing a skimpy little red nightie. She leaped and caught the top of the pole, then wrapped her legs around it. She let go with her hands, bending her back until she hung upside down. Then she slowly slid down the pole. She swung and climbed and ground herself against the pole for a while. Then untied the straps of the red nightie. She let it slide down her body to puddle on the floor. This left her in a little pair of red panties and two red pasties. She shimmied her breasts, and tiny, embedded micro lasers in the pasties, shot red beams of light over the heads of the crowd. People began tossing a few cred-chips on the stage.
I gave Spitfire hand a tug, and motioned towards the exit with my head. But she looked at me with those big gray eyes, and mouthed the word "please?". I shrugged and her smile went ear to ear. Then her attention returned to the dancer on stage. She was spinning around the pole again, and I couldn't help but admire the strength and gymnastic skills she demonstrated. She was also a pretty good contortionist as well. More cred-chips were thrown to her. She slid down the pole again, and once on the floor, off came the pasties. She tossed them out to the people in the crowd. She took a few more turns around the pole, and then her red panties followed, landing squarely on my head. Before I had a chance to move, Spitfire had reached over and snatched them off. Then she set them on the table in front of us. She gave me a look, but then squeezed my hand and looked back to the dancer. She was now completely naked, as she performed a few more tricks on the pole. Then with a flourish, her dance was over. A few more cred-chips bounced on the stage, as people applauded, and the brunette swished through the curtain at the back. The lights lowered again, and a small vac-bot rolled out to gather up the chips.
Then, the unseen voice announced the first amateur for the evening. I looked at Spitfire to see if she was ready to leave, but her eyes were still glued to the stage. I wondered what she found so fascinating in all this. I remembered the story she had told me, about surviving as an orphan. She had hinted, that she had slept with girls as well as guys. Was she here because she..? From the corner of my eye, I watched her face as the next dancer climbed to the stage. This dancer was dressed from head to foot in black. She wore thigh high leather boots with gold chains, and a pair if thin, stretchy, skintight black pants. She also wore a black leather "space-racer" style jacket and cap. As another song began to thump, she began her dance. She ignored the pole in the center, and instead, began to strut around the stage. She removed her cap, and long, raven black hair fell down her back. She tossed her hat to the side, and whipped her long hair forward and back again to the beat of the music. Another strut around the stage, broken up with hip swings and bottom shaking. She unzipped her jacket, holding it slightly open in front of her, and showing just a narrow strip of flesh through the gap. She popped her hips from side to side, and at just the right moment, she flung the jacket open, and let it slide off her arms to the floor. Spitfire leaned forward in her seat. Her lips were parted, and her face, a picture of rapt fascination. The woman's right arm was covered from wrist to shoulder in tattoos. One of which was a beautiful rose vine. It continued from her shoulder, down her chest, wrapping around one breast, before disappearing beneath her pants at her hip. My attention was also riveted now as well. It wasn't the tattoo that caught my eye however, it was the two golden rings that had been revealed. They twinkled in the beam of the spot light, and for some reason, I found them fascinating. I realized that Spitfire was now watching me, but when I looked at her, she just smiled, then turned her attention back to the dancer. The dance was over, when the dancer (an amateur my ass!), turned her back, and pulled her pants down as far as her boots would allow. She was wiggling her bottom at the crowd as the music came to an end. The crowd applauded, and more cred-chips were thrown.
Just then, Miss Cherry Nova stopped in front of our table. She looked at me and motioned at the red panties she had thrown. But it was Spitfire who took them from the table, and handed them back to her. She gave Spitfire a long look, her eyes opening wide as she took in her dress. Then she grabbed an empty chair, and set it next to her. She leaned close to Spitfire so she could talk to her. I couldn't make out a word over the noise of the music and the crowd, but I figured it was probably about Spitfire's dress again. I saw Spitfire laugh and nod at whatever Miss Nova was telling her. They talked back and forth during the entire next performance. It was another amateur dancer, but I was more curious about the conversation beside me, than the dancer on stage. That act was almost over when Spitfire leaned over to me, and shouted in my ear, "STAY HERE, DO. NOT. MOVE!" She kissed me, then gave me a look that said, I had better do as she said! Then, to my astonishment, they both got up an left! Spitfire following Miss Nova through a door at the side.
WHAT THE HELL??? I sat there completely confused, and somewhat concerned as well. It wasn't that I thought they were going back there to... No. I knew Spitfire wouldn't do that. But what was this all about then? The next act was another "pro", but I hardly noticed. My eyes were glued to that side door. My own insecurities began to prey upon me. Spitfire was far more open and casual about sex than I was, although I was trying to loosen up. Occasionally, while walking around various space stations, she would point out other females as well as males, who she thought were "hot" or "sexy". I never really thought much of it though. But I knew her! She wouldn't do anything while I was sitting right here!
Would she? No!..?
The act ended, but I had no idea who, or what, had just been on stage. All the stage lights were suddenly turned off. The only light to see by now, were the holo-candles on each of the tables. Then, even those were extinguished, plunging the room into almost total darkness. All except the holo-candle in front of me. I glanced around the room, wondering what was happening, but it was a total sea of blackness. Then, music began to play. It was a soft, haunting melody, almost classical in nature. The crowd had become silent, wondering, as did I, what was happening. A soft beam of bluish white light, began to glow from above and behind me. It concentrated upon an object on stage. It's tightly focused beam, illuminated a thatch of platinum white hair. I gasped. Spitfire slowly raised her head, those huge gray eyes, luminous in the light. Darkness concealed everything but her face. She moved only her eyes, peering around the room as though searching for something. Then they focused on me. Looking into my eyes, she smiled a slow, sensual smile. The beam of light expanded, revealing her shoulders, and upper chest. She brought her arms up into the light, weaving her hands in and out around her face, peeking at me playfully through her fingers. She closed her eyes, and tilted her head back. Then ran her fingers through her hair, before trailing them down the sides of her face and then her neck. She lifted her head, her hair now a glowing halo around her face. Her fingers trailed lower, to her chest, between her breasts. The beam of light expanding to follow them. The ink-cloud dress seemed to be part of the darkness that surrounded her, covering and revealing in turns. The ethereal music wove around Spitfire, as she began to sway back and forth to it. She would occasionally close her eyes as she danced, only to lock them upon mine once again as she opened them. Her hands wove trails in the air, the motions followed by her arms and shoulders. She brought her hands back to her breasts, covering them as if suddenly shy. But then, with another slow, sensuous smile, began running them lower, over her torso. She slid her hands down her sides to her hips, the light expanding again to follow them, as if she were brushing away the darkness from her body. Her entire body was swaying to the music now, in sensuous and erotic gyrations. Yet, not once, had she moved her feet from their original position. Her hands returned to her body, and pressed against her abdomen. She moved them downward, over her tummy and finally, to cover her pelvis. Then, flung her hands wide, as if flinging the darkness away. The light had expanded to completely illuminate her. She stood with her arms straight out to each side, her fingers spread open. Her back was arched and her breasts pushed forward, as though offering herself to my gaze. Her lips were parted and she was breathing hard. Yet still, her gaze was locked onto me. She stood perfectly still, and let the ink-clouds, swirl and roil over her body. Revealing or hiding whatever parts of her they wished. Then the music reached it's climax, and faded away. In silence, the beam of light shrunk to focus on the floor at her feet. Then it slowly began to climb up her body. The inky-clouds, paying hide and peek in it's light. Once it reached her face, she closed her eyes, and bowed her head. The light faded out, returning the room to darkness. The room lights came back up, and Spitfire was gone from the stage. The crowd erupted. Men and women were yelling and whistling, even the other dancers, were clapping and bouncing up and down as they cheered. Cred-chips began to rain on the stage. The little vac-bot was running in mad circles trying to keep up. I stood up as Spitfire appeared at the side door, surrounded by a gaggle of cheering, half naked strippers. She was laughing and blushing, but her eyes were searching for me. I had to fight my way through the crowd to get to her. I grabbed her hand, but people were grabbing and clutching at her, trying to talk to her or get her attention. I finally just muscled in, picked her, and cradled her in my arms. Then carried her through the crowd, toward the door of the bar. People were slapping me on the back, and trying to touch Spitfire, but I just plowed on through. I looked down at her face. Her mouth was open, and she was breathing hard. Her arms were around my neck, and her fingers were clenched in my hair. Her eyes hungry.
I finally made it to the street outside the casino, and I set her back on her feet. She grabbed my hand and began pulling me along. She was almost running, making me stretch my legs a mite to keep up. Then, without warning, she pulled me into a narrow, shadowy recess. She shoved me back against the wall, and ripped my shirt open. Buttons pinged and bounced off the walls to fall spinning on the ground. Crowds of people continued to walk past , but if anyone saw us, or heard us, we never knew. We were far beyond caring. She was damn lucky I hadn’t taken her right there, on that stage!
Some time later, we emerged from the shadows. I was cradling Spitfire again, as I walked on my own unsteady legs, She lay in my arms still twitching and trembling. I looked down at my little pixie, her head resting against my chest, and her little hands inside my open shirt. Her eyes were closed, and there was a very contented smile on her face. I headed back toward the spaceport. We had only gone a block or so, when a large portly man, with a red face, came hurrying up to us. On each side of him were two muscle goons in black sleeveless t-shirts, marked HOOPY CASINO SECURITY. I didn't like the look of this.
“Miss! Miss! I have been searching all over for you! What is your name please?“ Said the portly man.
Spitfire managed to open her eyes, and with a sleepy, sexy smile, she said, “Hunh?”
“Her name's Spitfire. Why, what's it to you?” I asked.
“Oh! Allow me to explain. My name is Percy Bargelutt, I am the entertainment manager for the Hoopy Casino, here on Riveis. I needed to give you this.” Mr. Bargelutt pulled a cred-chip from his pocket, and tried to hand it to me. My hands were full, but Spitfire was starting to regain consciousness, and held her hand out to accept it. “There is a total of over five hundred credits on that chip Miss Spitfire. Those represent the two hundred and fifty credit prize for the Amateur Contest, as well as all credits “donated” by the patrons of the bar.
“Five hundred credits?” Spitfire was now fully conscious as she stared at the cred-chip in her hand.
“A little over. Five hundred and fourteen to be precise.”
“Now Miss Spitfire, or is it Mrs...?”
“It's umm... Miss.” She answered
I didn't like the glance he gave me, or the sudden hint of smile that had appeared on his face. “ Ah, yes well, The other reason I wanted to find you Miss Spitfire, was to offer you a position with the casino. It is rare talent such as yours, that we look for in our entertainers.
Spitfire patted me on the chest, letting me know that she wanted to be put down. She wobbled, so I held onto her, until her legs were able to support her.
“Are you asking me to be a stripper in your Casino Mr. Bargelutt?” She asked.
“Well, that is where you would start of course. However, with your, attributes,” His eyes traveled over her body. I clenched my fist, making my knuckles pop. “I am sure you would advance quite quickly, and believe me when I say, you would also be making a lot of money!”. I grit my teeth,and kept my mouth shut, but I sure did want to punch Mr. Portly in his jowls. If this was something that Spitfire wanted to do, I wouldn't stop her, even though it would shatter my heart. However, I would sure as hell try to talk her out of it
Spitfire leaned against me, and pulled my arm over her shoulder lacing her fingers through mine.. She looked up at me and smiled, then looked back at Mr. Portly. “ Mr. Bargelutt, I'm flattered. But Mr. Black and I are partners in our own business. And I am very VERY happy with that arrangement.”
“Well, yes, of course, I see.” He said, with a sigh, giving me the once over. “Well, if you ever change you mind, Miss Spitfire, please contact me. The offer is open.” He handed her his card. “Good evening Miss Spitfire.” Mr. Portly and his goons headed back toward the casino.
I hugged Spitfire, lifting her off the ground, and kissed her. She had her arms around my neck, and made a little noise of protest when I attempted to set her back down.
“I don't think I can walk yet!” She whimpered, and then she grinned at me. I grinned back, and picked her up again, cradling her in my arms like I had earlier.
“Take me home baby.” She said, as she closed her eyes once more.
