“Sorry, Captain,” she admitted, although looking back at her and seeing her expression he suspected that she was anything but. “Yes, there were people looking for me a while back, but that was ten years or so.”
“Ten years is a long time, maybe they forgot?”
Jenna smiled, telling Dexter what she was going to say before she said it. “Elves have a long memory.”
“What did you do?”
“You’re a good man, Dexter,” she said, giving him a sincere smile. “You care about your crew and you take care of them — of us. Your only fault is that you won’t let your crew take care of you.”
“My…what?” Dexter asked, confused by her redirection.
She reached up with her hand, sliding it along her side and cupping one of her breasts in her hand. Dexter noticed her skin glistened with the oil that was on her hand, and watched with keen interest as she gently caressed her breast between her oily fingers. He raised his gaze to her face and saw the twinkle in her eyes, then her tongue as it licked her lips suggestively.
“Like I said, your crew could help take care of you,” she repeated.
Dexter chuckled a little nervously. “You’re changing the topic on me.”
She shrugged, letting her hand drop away from herself and leaving a glistening breast behind. “Not really. I’m saying that you’re a good man, and I respect and admire you. Another reason why I’d not be welcome among elves probably!”
She laughed, once again melting through Dexter’s defenses. He found himself fascinated with her oiled breast for a timeless moment before he forced himself to pay attention to her again. “Anyhow, because you are a good man I know you’ll understand when I tell you that I’m not ready to share my past with you quite yet.”
Dexter stared at her for a long moment, wondering if he was willing to concede it to her. Unlike his meeting with Ormitor and Jarnella, he did not feel manipulated by her overt sexual nature. No, with Jenna she was open and honest about it. She laid it on the table and let him know what was there, but she did not use it against him, she merely tried to convince him to have a taste.
“Alright, for now I can accept that,” he said. “I’ve got no plans to be heading for elf-space anytime soon anyhow.”
Dexter turned to leave, then glanced back at her, wondering when he’d have the chance to see her like that again. “Be sure to be wearing clothes about the deck, with Rosh about I’m afraid…”
Jenna smiled. “Always caring… yes Captain. But you must know I can take Rosh in a fight.”
Dexter chuckled. “I do know that, I’m afraid for him!”
She looked at him and then joined him in laughing; her musical voice adding to his in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He turned and left her quarters then, heading back to his quarters to go over some papers and to have a little private time to himself to think things through.
He had scarcely settled down when a soft knock came at his door. He rose from the table he was sitting at and opened the door, surprised at who was on the other side. It was Jarnella.
“What… did your master leave something behind?” He asked, stammering for words with the beautiful woman only inches away from him. She was dressed in something similar to what she had worn that first day he had met her, a fashionably revealing dress that cost enough gold to pay his crew a week’s worth of wages.
“My Master,” she said, saying the word ‘Master’ with a subtle difference that Dexter heard but did not understand, “sent me to negotiate delivery of some merchandise back to Grafton.”
“Oh, well, um, come in,” Dexter said, stepping away from the doorway and bidding her to enter.
Jarnella stepped in and pushed the door shut behind her, surprising him a little. She moved with a grace and sensuality that left him throbbing and needy, especially after his encounter with Jenna. He took a seat quickly at his small table, offering her the other chair. Instead she sat on the edge of the bed, her skirts parting to reveal a glimpse up a beautiful long leg.
“So what is this merchandise?” Dexter asked, desperate to keep things quick and professional for once.
“It is a magical devise, perfectly legal. It must remain in its container at all times, and only the man to whom it is delivered must open it,” she explained without preamble.
Dexter’s eyes dipped into the cleavage on display and he wondered how much larger her breasts were than Jenna’s. He nodded, snapping himself out of it, and was both happy and disappointed at the efficiency of the conversation. “I’ve got no problem with that,” he said. “What are the terms of passage?”
“It is waiting on the dock to be loaded. If you accept it will be loaded and must be there within three weeks, but we already know you can make the trip.” Jarnella’s legs shifted slightly, spreading to allow her more stability on the edge of the bed. Her skirts slid between her legs more, allowing Dexter to glimpse the creamy skin of inside of her upper thigh.
Dexter nodded. He had been surprised at the good time they had made, and wondered if it indicated a change in luck for him and the Voidhawk, or if perhaps it only meant his next voyage would be that much worse because of it. “And the pay?”
“Deliver it and collect the payment from the buyer, return it to my Master and you will receive it,” she said, leaning forward. That only allowed an enhance view of the valley that disappeared between the concealed flesh of her bosoms.
“I meant how much,” he asked, his annoyance fleeting in light of her beauty. He was on guard this time though, unwilling to let her manipulate him quite as easily as she had the first time. Of course the first time he had still come out okay on the deal; it was a matter of principle to him.
“What do you want?” she asked in a voice that dripped seduction. Dexter was not sure how, but she had leaned forward more and her legs had spread some more as well, so that the panel of cloth that served as the front portion of her skirt had dropped between both legs and only covered her loins.
He blinked and the ties on her bodice loosened. They remained tied, but he was certain they had loosened and her breasts seemed on the verge of spilling out. He caught himself hoping she might sneeze and dislodge them for him.
“I want,” Dexter caught himself, knowing how good she was at this. He wondered if she was not a servant of Ormitor so much as an apprentice. She certainly was good at bewitching him! “I want to pay my crew. There and back will cost 1000 gold. I’m not keen on becoming your master’s personal shipper either, so we’ll be on our way after this is over.”
“Only a thousand?” Jarnella asked, frowning slightly. “You could have had more.” She straightened back up a little, disappointing Dexter. He was further disappointed by her words.
He brightened, considerably, when he noticed that the bodice on her dress, unmistakably, had loosened again. It remained tied, impossibly, but now the strings were tied at the fourth loop from the top, instead of the top one. The edges of it peeled away, giving her more room to breathe, among other things.
“I’d be happy to renegotiate,” Dexter offered weakly.
“Nothing is agreed upon, what else might you desire?” she asked, smiling and leaning forward eagerly again. Dexter made the mistake of looking at her beautiful lips as they moved with her words, then glanced back at her dress and was astonished to see it had, yet again, re-laced itself without his knowledge. Now the top seven loops were empty, yet it remained tied in the eighth one.
“What else are you offering?” Dexter asked, having a feeling that he was on a very slippery slope.
“My Master bade me to offer you whatever it is you required, within reason,” Jarnella said.
“I see,” Dexter said, although in truth he wanted to see, and feel, much more. “How much negotiating room do I have?”
Jarnella lifted her hands from the bed and placed them on her exposed thighs, near her knees. She slid them up her legs, pushing the skirts further away as she did so. “Uh-uh, that’s cheating.”
Dexter was not sure he wanted to play the game anymore, it was getting awfully warm in his cabin, after all. “I’d not want to be called a cheater,” Dexter admitted, matching her smile. “But you be the one wanting to contract my services, what are you willing to pay?”
Jarnella smiled and Dexter realized that her bodice was no longer tied. The dress kept her breasts trapped within it, but they bobbed free of it within and Dexter could have sworn he could see hints of the rosy colored flesh crowing them. “You’ve felt what my toes can do; imagine what the rest of me is capable of.”
To prove her point she used the fingers of both hands to scrape lightly up and down her legs. Dexter’s eyes widened and he swallowed loudly. “I am mighty curious,” he admitted somewhat nervously, “but that’s hardly a deal I can’t strike with myself, if you know what I mean.”
