Angry Jasper-Six

Katy-did didn’t look like a space hooker. She was real, not some Barbie Doll male fantasy with catty eyes, lace and some prefab hybrid measurements. Hell, most Corporation hookers were lynx or cockatoo (no pun intended) hybrids, so it was essentially bestiality. A client was as likely to pick up the mange as they were the some nasty social bug. Hybrid hookers were production line tramps, genetically modified and cultured to fill some mass market fantasy of the average patron.

Not Kate. She was one of a kind. She wasn’t submissive and fragile, with long straight hair and geometrically perfect breasts. She wasn’t ready at a moment’s notice to bend herself into unnatural positions and never use the word no. Katy knew how to please a man, and failing that, put the fear of god into him!

Katy-did was beautiful in a sort of wild, un-tempered and untamed way. She could be demure in a lover’s embrace, and handle herself in a bar fight, which she had even known to start on occasion.. She was smart enough to play dumb when it suited her, and clever enough to eviscerate an opponent in an argument.

Wasn’t a soul who knew Kate’s true history. As far as anyone was concerned she’d grown up an orphan, bouncing from one foster home and orphanages to another before acceding to her current profession. The small but influential and powerful list of Corporate elites simply assumed she followed a passion, or at the very least the only real thing she was good at doing. It was an assumption she cultivated and exploited to the hilt.

Not that the story wasn’t partly true. Truth of it was, despite virtually reinventing her history, and a sacred mission that necessitated all this, Kate was damned lucky she hadn’t ended up in prison somewhere along the line. She might have ended up on a work detail on some god forsaken asteroid, or servicing greasy-knuckle dragging Hydrogen harvesters on some gaseous planet, slurping down her laments in a seedy Saturnian tavern.

For all practical purposes Kate really was an orphan (sometimes the best covers are those that rely on some modicum of truth). That past explained volumes about her on again-off again, semi-obsessive relationship with Jasper. She’d lost count of the places she was bounced around to, or preferred not to relive those dark years. There was no real record of her natural mother. Just a notation on her records of a teenage girl with no name and no history.
Katy stood naked at the end of the bed, framed by the great window of the governor's bedroom, bared to the whole Milky Way. Her full, pouting breasts, womanly hips and untrimmed muff warmed in a bright sun just peaking from behind the crescent Earth. Kate’s rust red hair framed her narrow face in a sort of tossed bob, just teasing her bare shoulders. That hair contrasted in the most stunning way with her intensely green eyes. She closed them tightly and tried to believe she was anywhere but where she was at that moment. She thought of Jazz, and wished it was him instead of the Governor. A nipple brushed the cold glass and a chill ran through her.

The polished obsidian tiles were cool beneath her bare feet. At a glance she seemed to float among the stars. The tiles were imported, or stolen some would say, from earth. She could tell by the feel that they weren’t cheaper imports like Venetian or from Neptune’s moon, Triton. There was a quality, a luster and depth to them, as though they had captured something of that bygone world of trees sunsets and… The thought nearly led her to a dangerous place. Katy pushed it away and sighed deeply.

In the distance a strange looking contraption floated. It was sort of oblong and silver with a huge funnel at one end. At the opposite end of the object was a much smaller hole, and something akin to a lens. It was partly obscured by platforms and space-suited technicians swarming over the entire length. Packs of Corporation fighter maintained clear space all around the object. Kate couldn’t help but think Governor Maury was compensating for his puss-tuous little member.

“You have an amazing ass!” said Maury, sucking back a load of snot, from his big white bed. He was a gluttonous pig, the spawn of a moon family that had, it was rumored, made its money hijacking it’s own cargo vessels and double billing the Corporation. Those were the days when the solar system seemed a much larger place. A time before the Corporation had damn near strip-mined every moon, ravaged Earth and ruined Mars with hideous dredge marks.

Maury spoke in a halting way, the words broken by wheezing, sickly breaths. His eyes darkly contrasted the splotchiness of flesh stained by a corrupted soul. She turned and thought that she would rather vomit than return to bed, let alone ride that sweating lump of flab again. He was slumped against the headboard, that gelatinous belly folded grotesquely a half dozen times or more. Who could stand to look long enough to count? His legs were open to her, his pathetic manhood hidden beneath that overhanging girth. Katy forced a smile worthy of an Oscar.

“You’re a pig!” Kate liked dimples on a man, but not six hundred of them!

He laughed and coughed. The two usually went hand in hand. “Most powerful pig in the solar system.”

“And yet you can’t deal with a ragtag bunch of rebels.”

It was a sore spot with him. She knew it and was proud when his mood darkened.

“Don’t make it easy to like you,” he said, feigning a bruised ego.

“Don’t want you to like me,” she smirked, wagging her hips. “I want you to pay me. By the way, you shorted me on credits the last time.”

“Did I?” he said unconvincingly. “An oversight.”
“No doubt,” she lay beside him and stretched alluringly. “I’m sure you’ll make good on your debt, Governor…with interest.”

Maury’s face burned bright red. He would never tolerate such insolence from anyone else. Then again, no one else was Katy-did. He reached beside the bed for his credit pod. Katy wore hers on one wrist. She held it up and watched as the credits were transferred to her account.

“You could fund a small army on what I’m paying you,” he grumbled.

“Don’t give me any ideas.” She looked again at the strange object. “So what is that thing out there?”

“I could tell you, but then I would have to ki…”

“Kill me?” she scoffed. “You break a sweat just breathing. So what is it?’

“Why do you want to know so bad?”

“I’m a curious girl.”

“Too curious for your own good, I fear.”

“Just looks powerful and strong, like a big, hard…” he cut her off.

“I shouldn’t tell you this. If the Rebel Alliance were to find out, well, we'd have big problems, that's all.”

“Then don't tell me.” she sort of pouted, looking off across the room.

“It's a weapon,” he finally conceded, against his better wishes.

Whatever the thing was it damn near gave Maury an erection. Not that anyone could have found it under all that blubber. The thought made her shiver. It sometimes made her gag, when she was alone, the things she did for money. Of course, it wasn’t just the money. There was so much more at stake, and that made all the vile things she did for Maury nominally palatable.

“A nuclear deice is exploded at the rear,” Maury continued, pausing to fart loudly, grinning proudly as he did, as if he’d given birth to something brilliant. “It emerges as highly concentrated energy beam. It’s supposed to be a secret, Kate.”

“Trust me?”

He laughed at the suggestion. “Not in the slightest.”

“But you told me anyway,” she said with a sly grin and a wink.

“Can’t help myself,” he said. “Must be that gorgeous ass.”

“Very impressive.” Her tone was suggestive. Funny how the instruments of war always resembled a man’s erection, as though the biology of sex, the thrusting, the penetration and rage inherent in a man’s sexual psyche predicted humanity’s violent nature. Seduction was all too similar to siege warfare, for once an opponent’s walls were breached (by cajoling or by force) penetration was inevitable. And men, after the deed was done, soothed their egos by declaring some sort of conquest; that they had conquered something, when in reality, it was either given or stolen.