CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
Honey had the tip of my cock banging against the back of her throat by the time that the server came back around to politely clarify what she meant by private time. Nudity and sexual activity was not permitted. She did compliment me on my erection, but insisted that we take our festivities elsewhere. I fumbled with my credit chit to give her an extra tip which was probably much more than called for. I was just so out of my element that I was trying not to draw any trouble from the establishment's management. My old criminal mind kicking in.
"What the hell got into you girl?" I asked Honey as we scurried out of the place.
"I'm just trying to solidify my place at your side," she told me. "I doubt any of the other girls will try to suck you off in public."
That was probably true. Cinnamon certainly wouldn't. Despite Strawberry's flirty nature, her professional side would likely kick in before she went that far. Then again, she was acting surprisingly loose while drinking.
I decided to focus more on the extreme effort that Honey had put forth. Connecting like we did while in captivity was one thing. We didn't know that we were going to be rescued. Since returning to the ship I had a complicated situation going on. Cinny was my pure love. Honey had taken a spot very close to her in my heart. Then there was Strawberry. A super-hot fuck, but extraordinarily little emotional attachment. However, she had more power than the others. I needed to maintain a proper balance while enjoying the benefits of all three.
"Honey," I said urgently as I pulled her into my arms just outside the restaurant. "I'm yours for the rest of the evening. What do you want from me?"
She smiled as she took a deep breath. I could see the alcohol had a dramatic impact on her. But the feelings she was displaying were hers, just no longer buried deep inside.
"Take me home, to your bed," she said. "Give me some of that crazy dungeon sex that only you and I can share. Then don't ever leave me on the outside of your love circle again."
I did just that. We hurried back to our ship. I dodged questions and obligations on the way to my room, with the sweet green Honeysuckle in tow. There I pounded her incredible soaking wet pussy from behind. The sex didn't last near as long this time but was somehow more meaningful. While letting our urges take over, we remained emotionally connected. We both came quickly and collapsed on the bed.
It was the middle of the night when a buzz at my door got my attention. "I think we have a problem," Vanilla said. Then seeing my naked state, and Honeysuckle's presence in my bed, she asked me to meet her in her office in ten minutes.
While getting dressed and fetching a wake-me-up beverage from the galley, I wondered who among us was ill. Surely, that was what she wanted to talk about. If it was one of our new arrivals, we would struggle to get them any better care than our own doctor could provide, without revealing their existence.
"Who is it?" I asked as I stepped into the medical facility.
Vanilla closed the door behind me and crossed her arms. "I thought that I could do it, Kash. But I can't. This inhumane treatment of Sage needs to stop."
"What? Surely you are not demanding that we release her," I replied. My mind was somewhere between disappointment and shock. She accepted our deal and had been calling me captain. Did she want to put the evil bitch back in charge?
"Not entirely," the doctor answered defensively. "But we can't just keep her in the cage constantly. She needs to have access to the toilet, shower and clean dining conditions. I know her room has already been given away, but a more comfortable place to sleep should be provided as well. We're not monsters, Kash. Even you confess to being treated better in those caves."
"I didn't do anything wrong," I responded. “Sage killed two men and was lining up a third. Me!”
"Maybe so, but your tormentors were aliens," she rebutted. "Sage is one of us. Human, I mean."
I leaned against the medical examination lounger as I tried to get my head around the situation. Things were going so smoothly. If I flat out rejected the doctor's wishes in this regard I could have new problems. I needed to calm down and work this out. Find a happy middle ground.
"Are you suggesting that she is reinstated as part of the crew? Given back some of her power?"
"No, of course not," Doctor answered, softening up a little since my anger was fading. "You are the new captain. I have not changed my commitment to you nor am I asking for any adjustments to our agreement. You may still send her on her way. Immediately, if you like. Just allow her to get cleaned up first. If you wish to detain her until our departure I just ask that she is treated like a person in the interim. Not a piece of cargo, or a lowly animal."
"I hear ya," I answered, doing my best to be sympathetic despite my bad feelings toward the detained crew member that had plotted my death repeatedly.
"Well," she responded with confusion. The expression must be archaic. "I'm glad that you do."
"I'm just worried that if we let her walk around she'll somehow manage to get control over the ship," I explained. "Or leave prematurely and cause a stir on the station."
"Oh, I apologize," the doctor told me. "I should have brought this up sooner, apparently."
