Damon loved her scent, her petite, curvy body, her shock red hair, and everything else, but what he liked most about her was her spark. Her passion for the cause was endless, and her love of life was equally powerful. When he first met Maggie after he became wealthy enough to request a mate, she amazed him as a lover. More than that, she filled his night with engaging pillow talk that made what they shared for those two weeks real. She felt like an important part of his life by the time she left.
Wondering how the other women he could engage would be, he requested different partners for a while. None of them were as amazing as Maggie. At least, not to him. He requested her services for two months the next time, and, to his surprise, she gave him three embryos before it was over. More importantly, she was a wonderful companion. She was always interested in what he had to say, in his work, and wasn't at all jealous that he'd been with other women from the Company. He couldn't shock her, either. When he told her that he wanted her to attend the Breeder's Ball with him, she was excited, not offended. Not only that, but she was one of the highlights of the night, and he discovered how fortunate he was to have her on his arm. Apparently, she was such a popular partner that she could choose which men she'd spend her time with. When people found out that it was his second time with her, and she gave him two months of her year, they congratulated him and regarded him with envy.
When she allowed him to hire her for the third time and gave him three months with her, it was a sure sign that he was lucky enough to be her one of her favourite gentlemen. He was not a gentleman, however. He made his first fortune by refurbishing wrecked space ships. His second by racing advanced hyper-yachts on solar winds, and his third by manufacturing powerful starships. He was a mechanic at first, then a business man who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Wealthy, but never far from his craft.
There was one night he'd never forget. She dressed up as though she was attending the dinner service of the Breeder's Ball. A long green night gown of natural silk he'd purchased for her was a beautiful contrast to her wavy red hair. The slit up the side teased her bare thigh and hip. The plunging neckline revealed just enough cleavage to prove that her C-cup breasts could stand on their own. There was no event planned. He was coming out of his bathroom, just showered.
In the half light, she smiled at him, handed him a glass of his favourite Stodu, a soothing liquor he saved for special occasions and she said; "I want them to arrest me in this when they catch me. I feel like you wrapped me in your love when I wear it. You knew me well enough to choose the perfect dress for me, my favourite. I know you spent so much money and time tracking down the fabric, the right designer and getting my measurements to make sure it fit just right when you left it on my bed for me. I feel cared for here, and I want to take that as far as I can when they take me to the plant to recycle my body."
That was a punishment reserved for only the dastardliest traitors. He drained the glass and stepped close. "You know I love you. I would buy your contract and set you free if it meant you'd marry me, if I could afford it. If they still let people do it."
"I know, that's why I'm taking this risk. That's why I'm telling you first." She took a deep breath, those beautiful, dark blue eyes looked up at me then. She's petite, I stand almost a half metre above her, so I sat her on the bed and knelt.
"What is it? Is it something you've done? I can make you disappear, they won't find you."
"I want to steal girls. I want to free them so they can choose their mates, or even choose not to have sex ever again. They're all like me. Their bodies may be grown in the Hub, but their souls are real."
I understood then. She couldn't stop me from turning her in, and if I did, she would be returned back to the Hub in Amoura. They would erase her, recycle her body and someone else would wear her skin. I kissed her hand then looked into her eyes. "Then I'll help you do it right."
He requested her whenever he could afford it, spending a fortune on her company, and she accepted every time. Between those incredible times with her, he hired other women from the roster under her advice, so it didn't look like she was the only one he wanted. He treated every one of them like princesses and queens. He learned to make a game of it, trying to send each woman back to the Hub at the end of their visit with tales of the outstandingly lavish treatment, and as Maggie hoped, he became a legendary customer not just with the Company, but with the ladies. He sent the children he had with those women to employees who were looking to adopt and invited them to live in sanctuaries he built with his shipyards.
The children he had with Maggie were sent to the most well-hidden sanctuary. She had the idea of altering their DNA just enough to make sure they couldn't be tracked back to him and Maggie, just in case the Company did the unspeakable when the most dangerous part of their plan was put into motion. He loved the idea that he and Maggie had eight children running around on a beautiful sanctuary base in the care of some of the best people he'd ever known, all employees. The sanctuary was also a secret design lab, where his company developed new defense technology. It was a great way to justify a standing arsenal that would make a general blush.
By the time Maggie had thirty-five children for The Company and earned her freedom, he had become one of their most valued customers. They valued his patronage so much that he was granted access to White Shore, one of the resorts where the Company's women rested while on standby and where they introduced many of their new ladies. It was an important part of Maggie's plan.
He still loved her, but she had him trained. It took years for her to convince him that they shouldn't be exclusive. They were partners and friends before anything else, and she made sure that there would be no jealousy between them if they found someone else. Maggie told her over and over, 'you will find someone else with better chemistry and something you can't put your finger on but can't forget either. We have our fun while we wait for parts of our plan to come together, and sometimes our love shines," she said. The jealousy did fade, it had to, she needed to have other clients to finish her contract with the Company and to make connections that would help them later. That was coming to an end, however. Her obligation to the Company had been met.
She was a free agent, and despite his wish to have her to himself, she partnered with new women and still took clients for half the year. She had fifteen children with other men after she finished her contract. She needed to earn her own independence, and each of those children earned her a million G-Coin. The gifts and extra G-Coin that many of her clients gave her were worth over four times what she earned from the children, and finally, one of Damon's competition gifted her with a Stryder Screamer. It was good that she had her own ship, but the most important thing about it was the sensor defeating technology hidden inside.
It also gave Maggie the ability to go where she wanted whenever she liked. The first destination she chose was Paradis Downs, Damon's home colony. He was beside himself when she set down and emerged from her own ship. It was the first time she was in his presence without someone getting paid for it. He was the envy of the free systems - the chosen lover of a beautiful, fertile free woman - but he felt fortunate because it was Maggie, his Maggie. She was free, and she chose him, even if they weren't exclusive.
The Company still saw her as one of their most important breeding women. The White Shore staff made sure she had her own open Cabana with a mattress, seating around it, unlimited service, privacy systems just in case she felt like a little alone time, and the run of White Shore. Maggie's ship, the Star Rider also had its own landing pad on the beach nearby. Damon was in awe of how well her plans came together, but it didn't come without a cost. She brought him to White Shore partially because they were looking for girls to kidnap and free, but also because she was finished with being breeding stock. Her tolerance for taking clients had reached its limit, and soon the Company would realize that she wasn't useful to them anymore and remove her privileges.
