Scenes From Space

Chapter Fourteen: A Fight

Graham and I woke up early to pack up all of our stuff. The only thing I kept with me was my com-bracelet and a sweater. The sweater was to make me feel a little bit better about walking around in lingerie for most of the day. Graham snuck the rest of the stuff out to the ship.

According to Graham, 'Backup was scheduled and in position but he hoped we wouldn't need it.'

We met back up to eat breakfast with Alexi and then took a walk down the beach. I left the heels inside and let my feet sink into the black sand.

"It's going to be fine," Graham said. He slid the cloning device into the waistband of the dark green and silver outfit I was wearing. It was a fantastic outfit. It was like if Slytherins wore lingerie.

"I know. You're staying in the room. It shouldn't take more than ten minutes," I said.

"Three songs and you're done," Graham said.

"Genie In a Bottle, Buttons, and Another Place," I confirmed.

"I don't know those songs but yeah, we got this," Graham said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs back into the Dance House. Dameryn was waiting with Cafferty and Bryrian.

"Sorry, are we late?" I asked, my feet still bare. I had rinsed them off outside but had yet to put the heels back on.

"No, I'm early," Dameryn said with a smirk. A light shiver went down my spine. The bar went a little dark despite the bright sunshine beaming in.

"Greg?" I asked looking up at him. "Could you escort Dameryn to the private room please?" Graham ran a hand over my shoulder and gestured for the alien to follow him. I sat down on a bench and put my shoes back on. Cafferty and Bryrian watched carefully.

"So, are you two really here to watch your boss get a lap dance?" I asked, pretending to still be looking at my shoes. I tightened the right ankle strap another notch.

"We'll be outside the room," Bryrian sighed. I stood up and tried to gauge their facial expressions. They were carefully flat. I didn't find that comforting. Bryrian and Cafferty followed me back to the private room. The bar got darker as we went down the hallway.

I carefully blocked the entry code from the eyes of the two aliens. Graham was waiting, arms crossed, frown on his face. The door hissed shut behind me. Dameryn was reclined comfortably on the bench, just behind the pole in the middle of the room. The same creepy-ass smirk was situated on his face.

I stepped in front of Graham, faced him, and pulled his human hand down to hold mine. "You sure, you want me to do this?" I whispered. The wall behind Graham was wrapped in red and gold, paisley, velvet like a cliché bordello from a wild west fantasy.

"Credits have transferred," Graham said, softly, and bent his neck down a little. "Too late to back out now." My lips quirked up in a small smile, just at how fucking ridiculous this whole situation was. I honestly could not believe that I was out in space, on an alien planet, on a spy mission, about to give a dick of an alien a lap dance to steal slaving shipping routes. I pressed a light kiss to Graham's cheek. For the cover. Yep.

I looked over to the speaker in the left corner and waved to start the preloaded playlist. Come on, come on. Uh, yeah. Come on, come on, uh. I turned away from Graham, looked Dameryn directly in the eyes and watched his eyes drift down to follow my hands pulling the zipper of the sweater down slowly. I walked toward the pole and slid the sweater off my shoulder with a slide of my pointer fingers. The fabric arms fell down to my elbows and then down to the floor when I pointed my hands down. I blew a kiss in time with the lyrics and grabbed the pole to pull myself up and spin around and down.