Author's Note
Space pirates. Lesbian space pirates. That's really all you need to know. Well, that and not a lot of overt sex. Sexiness yes, but story first and no lurid details.
Yo ho ho and all that.
Prologue
Humanity has never been content to stay in one place for very long. We've been on the move ever since our ancestors decided to migrate from the cradle of Mother Africa. Over the eons, our journey has taken us across oceans and between the planets of our solar system. And, when the tachyon stream was discovered, the rush began anew.
Once again ships were sailing out, though not on the oceans under the sounds of wind on rippling canvas, but in the silence of great silver sails of metalized polymers, catching the faster than light particles looping and coursing their way around the galaxy's treasures. Once again humanity was on the move, this time clambering for a new home among the stars.
The reasons were the same as in days of old: new business opportunities, freedom from religious persecution, the desire to build a utopia bigger and better than what was possible within the confines of our little world. Those were the dreams of the entrepreneurs, the idealists, those with the means to construct the ships with their great silver sails.
For the rest of us, we had our dreams too, but not on such a grand scale. We were more content to escape: escape a former lover turned abusive spouse, escape a past felony conviction leading to a lifetime of unemployment, escape a landscape of poverty with no hope on the horizon. We boarded those ships too. Our payment was not collected in cash, but rather as a signature on a contract of indenture.
Tales From the Stream: Dread Pirate Jade
Amaliya
Seven years, they said. Seven years to pay off a contract with domestic service. That number was lowered to five with the addition of a companionship clause.
I signed it—companionship clause and all—knowing full well what that little euphemism spelled out. But, I was promised a female client, and that much the company delivered. Spending weekends with my face planted firmly between her thighs was not an altogether unpleasant way to shave two years off my obligation.
And, it wasn't abject slavery. Outside my duties of cooking, cleaning and eating pussy, I was free to do what I wanted, go where I wanted, do what I wanted. But on a new planet, in a company town, there's not a lot of places to go. And even though I had spending money, the prices in the company store were always a little higher than what I had in my pocket.
Taking on additional debt, five years extended into ten. Though by seven, my original client was through with me. I guess she liked a younger, softer tongue lapping at her folds on Saturday night.
*
"You really think anybody's gonna read this socialist drivel?" said Jade, wheeling herself out from under a dull hunk of metal that still vaguely resembled a six-passenger sub-orbital. She had a smudge of grease on her left cheek and a matching stain on the collar of her mechanic's coveralls.
"It's my diary," Amaliya said. "You said you wanted to hear it."
"So? I was being nice. Hand me that socket wrench, will ya?"
"So?" Amaliya passed the tool over. "So? People will want to read it someday, to know what this world was like for us. For the common working folk."
"I'm not gonna read it."
"Fuck you."
"Anytime, hon. Could you hand me a 10 millimeter combo first, though?" Jade shot her hand out from under the cover of the old shuttle.
Amaliya passed the requested wrench to Jade. "Anne Frank had a diary. Lots of people read that."
Jade wheeled herself out into the open again. "Anne Frank was persecuted by a bunch of Aryan assholes. Her story is an example to humanity. 'Here's how you fucked up. Don't do it again.' Don't confuse that with your petty problems."
"I feel persecuted. This indenture. I didn't sign up for this shit."
"Technically, you did." Jade disappeared under the metal hulk.
"I signed up as a domestic for a female client, not some dude with an anal fetish."
"Well, he bought your contract." Jade's voice echoed up from beneath the shuttle. "You knew that could happen."
Amaliya frowned. "Easy for you to say, you got an apprenticeship."
"Look on the bright side, hon. I bet his bar on what constitutes good housekeeping is set a bit lower than your lady friend."
"Yeah, well...I kind of miss her sometimes, you know. We weren't exactly tight, but—"
"Look, if it's the pussy you miss, I'll let you lick mine whenever you want. I won't even charge."
Amaliya rolled her eyes. "What are you gonna do with this hunk of scrap if you get it running?"
Jade wheeled out and sat up. "First, you mean when I get her running. And second, I'm gonna christen her The Black Prince and sail the high seas as her captain. Rapin' and pillaging where e're I go."
"It's a sub-orbital. The only thing you'll be pillaging is the space elevator terminus. If you get it running."
"Okay, Miss My-Glass-Is-Half-Empty, when I get to the terminus, I'll just steal a bigger ship."
"What are you going to name that one?"
"What?" said Jade.
"The bigger ship."
"I don't know. Maybe the Black Prince Two. Or maybe I should save The Black Prince for the big ship. I'll name this one...I don't know..."
"How 'bout Pipe Dream?" Amaliya smirked.
"Fuck off."
"I'm just teasing. You know that, right? I'm happy you've got a hobby." Amaliya began pacing. "Not like me. My hobby is watching your hobby. How sad is that?"
"Pretty fu—"
Amaliya stopped pacing and glared at Jade. "That was a rhetorical question."
"I'll let you be my XO," Jade said.
"Your what?"
"XO. Executive officer. Second in command of The Black Prince. Or the Black Prince Two."
"Really?"
"Sure. As executive officer, you can lick my pussy whenever you want."
"The captain's pussy, you mean?"
"Right. Yeah. The captain's pussy."
"Captain what?"
Jade looked at Amaliya sideways.
"A pirate captain needs a cool pirate name."
"Captain Jade?"
"I'm quaking in my boots."
"The Dread Captain Jade?"
Amaliya smiled. "I like it."
"So, your dread captainship, does this shuttle of yours have a bench seat?"
"Yeah, in the back. Why do you—?"
Amaliya held up two fingers and slowly licked between them while batting her eyes. "Permission to come aboard, Captain?"
"Aye?"
The wrench Jade was holding clattered to the floor as Amaliya reached for the top snap on her coverall.
* * *
Six Weeks Later
"It really runs?" said Amaliya. "Like not just hovers around the hanger bay, belching smoke like last time, but—"
"Aye, she flies alright. I took 'er for a spin last night."
Amaliya looked Jade over from head to toe and poked her in the shoulder. "Well," she said. "You're still alive, so I guess it must be okay, huh?"
"Wanna see for yourself?"
"Um." Amaliya chewed her lip.
"You're not scared of flying are you?"
"Um."