Sitting down at the table facing the sea Ginger sipped her hot coffee looking out to the horizon waiting for Archer to arrive, her jaw clenched as she thought about him again.
Grunting when she realised that she must be even earlier than normal, she fetched another cup and sat watching the breakers.
Finally finishing the second cup she looked at the table noticing the reserved sign was missing. Grunting her annoyance she left the restaurant, silently thankful he'd not shown up this morning, a heavy weight in her stomach despite what she told herself.
After a shower she slipped the red dress, shoes and choker into the bag. Putting the bikini in with the dress and shoes Ginger smiled as she slipped just the dress on.
Carefully she applied her makeup, trying as hard as she could to look perfect, admiring her work for a second before she slipped the wig over her bald head.
Taking a deep breath, she took hold of the small butt plug applying the lube she watched her face as she worked the plug into her ass.
Standing she practiced walking a few steps before putting on her wedges. She gasped slightly as she walked with the plug in her ass. Stroking her bald mound, she felt how aroused she was already.
Collecting the bag, she walked out the door. She moaned slightly at the thrill of it in her ass as she took careful steps.
The walk to the marina took longer than normal as Ginger panicked a few times thinking the plug might slip from her. The thin material of the dress rubbing her tight nipples as she walked adding to her arousal. Stepping onto the jetty she walked down to the berth 'The lens never lies' was moored at.
The empty patch of water seemed to mock her as she stood on the jetty.
"Can I help you miss?" someone asked, Ginger turned to face the young man dressed in white.
"I was looking for "The lens never lies'?" she asked.
"Sorry he left late yesterday," he said smiling slightly.
"Do you know when he's coming back?"
"I think he checked out."
Ginger clenched her jaw and walked off ignoring the discomfort of the plug in her ass.
Fuming, Ginger returned to her room, angrily she scrubbed herself clean, her skin almost raw when she'd finished. The shower washing away the tears she wouldn't acknowledge.
Throwing the rest of her meagre possessions into her bag she quickly dressed in her uniform and stood wondering what to do next.
On a whim she checked the London Jets website, they had a game booked in less than eight hours. Nodding she stalked form the room, marching quickly down to reception.
Pausing only long enough to settle her bill and book the next hyperloop to London she jumped in a cab.
Two hours later she walked out of the hyperloop arrivals, into the London drizzle. Turning her face to the sky she laughed to herself.
"Stamford Bridge," she told the cab driver.
"No problem, darlin'. Goin' to the game?" he asked.
"Yeah hopefully," she said sitting back.
"Yeah should be a pearler, course the Jets are never going to get back to where they were when Bexley was doin' 'is thing," he said.
"God, everyone goes on about fucking Bexley, yeah he was good, but it's a different game now. Van Dusen is brilliant in roof attack," she countered.
"Yeah, he's ok I suppose, but up against the likes of Crom and Rurik? Delux is goin' to smash them," he shrugged.
"Delux are just a bunch of thugs, half of them will be on the bench in the first quarter," Ginger laughed back.
"Maybe, but half of the Jets are gonna be in 'ospital by then, anyway 'ere we are, seventeen fifty darlin" he said pulling up at the fabled Stamford Bridge stadium, home of the London Jets, Jim Bexley and arguably the home of zero G football.
Ginger walked into the shop, giddy as a school girl, she'd never imagined actually being here, she grinned madly.
"Can I get a ticket for tonight?" she asked the scrawny unsavoury sales clerk.
The clerk drew his breath in sharply, "cutting it fine, aren't you?" he said.
"Please? I've just passed out and I really wanted to see a game before I ship out," she begged.
"Let me see what I can do," he said furiously clicking through the computer shaking his head, Ginger watched him hopefully bouncing on the balls of her feet.
He looked up shaking his head, "looks like a sell out," he shrugged helplessly.
"Oh please? Isn't there anything you can do?" Ginger begged.
"Well I might be able to get you in, but what ya gonna do for me?" he asked licking his lips.
Ginger stared at him incredulously unable to believe this little turd was going to try and blackmail her.
A big meaty hand landed on the clerk's shoulder, "Weasel, are you seriously trying to get a Marine to suck your cock?"
"What? Me? Nah, 'course not Tiny!" Weasel said trying to back away from the big man who held him easily gripping his shoulder hard.
"I fuckin' warned you, didn't I?" he snarled.
"Yeah, I wasn't doin' nuffin' swear to god, on me muvers grave," Weasel whimpered.
"You don't have a mother, you congealed on a whore house floor, get the fuck out, you're done," Tiny said throwing Weasel back. With one final reproachful look at them both Weasel scurried off.
"Ticket for tonight?" he said smiling at Ginger.
"Yeah please," she said smiling brightly.
"Sure, where do you fancy?" Tiny asked turning the monitor showing there were a good few seats still free. Ginger shrugged helplessly, the big man nodded.
"This one should be good," he said typing on the computer, "sorry about Weasel, he tries that shit all the time."
He handed Ginger a ticket, she looked at it like it was made of gold, instantly it had become her favourite possession. Not taking her eyes from it she swiped her cred stick over the machine.
"Thanks," Ginger said smiling from ear to ear.
"'ave a look round, pick out some merchandise," Tiny suggested.
"Yeah, fucking awesome." Giggling Ginger hunted round the merchandise, squealing with delight when she found a Jets cap that was made from the same material as her combat uniform, her eyes nearly fell out of the sockets when she spied a skinny fit red Jets t shirt, grabbing one a size smaller than she normally wore she ran back to the counter.
"Can I try this on first?" she asked her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Yeah sure," Tiny said pointing towards the back.
Ginger ran in stripping her combat jacket off and slipping the tight t shirt over her head. Admiring just how tight it was.
"What do you think?" she asked as she stepped back into the shop.
He looked her over the tight t-shirt clinging to her firm breasts "fuck me, Weasel may 'ave 'ad the right idea."
Giggling Ginger threw the combat jacket back on over the t shirt.
The big guy rang up her purchases as Ginger bounced on the spot in excitement. She could hardly wait to swipe her credit stick again.
