Stella, My Star

6

My thighs hold you tightly to me. I stretch out, arching my back as far as I can, moving my arms above me as you indulge in my long neck. "Mmm..Captain.."

My eyes are closed and I tilt my head to the side. I remember your fetish for full screen coverage, and I half open my eyes to the black and white images of our entwined bodies. But there is an anomaly. A growing pinprick of light behind us. I open my eyes and tilt my head to take in the image. The glow emanates brighter, but the dark figure behind it is obvious.

As you start unzipping my skintight shirt, I rotate my head to the other side just as the glow turns to a ray that makes contact with the table.

"Rogue droid!" I shout, as the table shatters beneath us. Roger stands in the corner with a look of hatred on his face, his fingertips lit from the laser he has just used to interrupt our staff initiation session.

We hit the floor with the crash of vager glass. I unlock you from my thighs, and immediately reach at full stretch to my weapons belt, safely discarded early in our tryst. You scramble to the barricade of your chair punching a panel that expresses a keyboard of buttons and lights. I release my grillion blade and my trusty tigereye magnum, procured from a seedy backstreet earth bar in the final days, and swing my arm above and over to fire immediately at Roger.

I hit him in the shoulder, a poor hit by my standards, but it sends his usually sturdy body backwards at an unusual angle, into the wall. This allows us seconds to adjust our defence tactics and become a potential threat. You have hit an alarm that screams throughout the ship, and have armed yourself with modern weaponry from your hidden stash, a Redpunk 12- the sleek design catches my envious eye momentarily. I like your choice.

Refocusing, I stand and start walking fearlessly towards the sprawled figure. I raise the tigereye and fire two more rounds into its chest but he quickly jumps forward and grabs my ankle, pulling it out from under me, and I land on my back in front of him. The tigereye spins across the floor. I feverishly slash at his hand with my razorsharp blade, wanting to sever something to enable me time to grab the magnum, but I am keenly aware that a blade is of little use against an android.

He works his way up my body, his half-severed hand pressing heavily at my throat, while the other releases a corkscrew shaped object from his wrist. His brute strength is incomparable to anything I have trained against, and my fumbling hands cannot find the usual droid weakspots. I struggle to breathe as he moves the zip of my top aside, exposing the cleavage above my bra, and lines the corkscrew up with my heart.

"Roger! I.TOLD.YOU.TO.PISS.OFF!" Standing strong with an heroic air, you hold the Redpunk directly to the rebel droid's temple. He pauses for a second, before tensing his arm, ready to take his kill beneath him. You pull the trigger, and Roger arcs backwards with an internal electrical current, his eyes turn, his mouth froths, and he starts to short-circuit.

You reach down, masterfully grabbing my arm and pulling me close, whilst releasing the switch on the weapon. Roger falls forward to the floor, as I strain to catch my breath. You tuck the redpunk into your belt and help me to my feet, as a small group of your heavily armed henchmen burst through the door.

"Sorry I took so long. You okay, babe?" you whisper, squeezing my backside, but suddenly aware of the company in the room, you change your choice of words and remove your hand.

More commanding this time. "Lieutenant Wood, are you okay?"

It comes just in time, as your second lieutenant, Gelding, arrives by your side and eyes me up and down. My straight blonde hair hangs messily around my face, strands stuck in my lipstick, my throat aches, and my leathers are dishevelled. You clear your throat to catch my eye, and rubbing your eyebrow, nod to my chest. My nails find the zip and return it to its conservative position. I smooth my hair as you introduce us.

I forcefully shake Gelding's hand, "Pleased to meet you, Lieutenant."