Chapter 7
Lisa called a little earlier than expected to tell them she was getting ready and wondering if they could meet her at her quarters. It would be quicker and easier than backtracking from the ship to the club when she lived close to it. Karl knew where her quarters were and could get them there by the time she was ready. Since it was Karl who she'd called, she didn't have any other way of contacting them yet, he agreed for the girls. It did make sense after all.
After disconnecting, he went back down the corridor to His and Natasha's room and knocked. He was invited in immediately, meaning the girls were almost finished. "Lisa just called." he told them, "She wants us to meet her at her place because its closer to the club and it doesn't make sense to backtrack all over the station. I agreed since I know where she lives. That okay? Wow, you two look great by the way!"
"I guess it's fine by me." Natasha said smiling slightly. "I think our little fox here was hoping to see her new friend sooner than that though."
Vixi put on a comical pouty face before she too broke into a smile. "We'll be ready in another few minutes. All we need to do is get a few things together. And you look good too!"
While the two girls bustled about the room getting their essentials for the evening together, Karl watched them admiring. Natasha had chosen a soft black leather corseted dress which showed her shape off perfectly, leaving just enough to the imagination to be extremely alluring. It was short, barely extending a hands width down her thighs. With it she was wearing a pair of matching and very sexy, if impractical, motorcycle style boots with ten-centimeter stainless steel spiked heels. They were accented by a half dozen fully functional stainless buckles running down the outside of the leg with two smaller ones on top of the foot. Her hair was done in a flyaway tousle that gave her a wild windblown look. The look was perfect on her.
Vixi was dressed in a much more revealing outfit. She too had chosen a very close fitting very short dress, but this one in Lycra. It was obvious there wasn't anything underneath. Her perkily erect nipples showed through it dramatically. She too was wearing high heeled boots, but these were of a slouch design, also in a soft black leather. She too had also chosen a windblown flyaway hairstyle which with her longer golden blonde hair, was more than enough to draw all eyes to them. In fact, he was surprised to see that it came all the way down to her ass, even loosely curled as it was for body.
This was going to be a tough night for the guys at the club. He knew Lisa would be wearing something similarly provocative. She was technically what most would call a butch lesbian, but she was aware enough of how good she looked she still liked to show herself off.
She wore her naturally platinum blonde hair in a crew cut and carried herself like a man most of the time. But not being the type to fit any stereotype, she loved the naughtier fashions, and would flirt outrageously with anyone who caught her interest, whether male or female. She'd done much the same to him when they'd first met, which was how he knew her hair color was natural. She'd had no problem showing him all she had, by way of a tease. When he'd resisted her efforts, she'd decided he was a worthwhile friend and companion. From then on, they'd enjoyed several nights of raucous fun.
He himself had also chosen a harder underworld biker or errant knight look. He was wearing a long leather trench coat studded with decorative looking titanium steel alloy plates about the upper body, shoulders and neck. This made the collar stand up somewhat, offering protection to the neck. Of course, none of that protection was anywhere near ornamental. This was worn over a pair of close-fitting black leather jeans and a pair of well-worn motorcycle boots reinforced with titanium steel plates on the bridge of the foot, lower legs and heels, practically encasing it. They had obviously reinforced toes and were secured with a series of fully functional straps and buckles. They were armor and a weapon in one. He continued the armored look beneath the coat above with his favorite black armored tee under a chainmail shirt, this too made of a titanium steel alloy capable of catching the strongest knife thrusts and similar. He wore his long dirty blonde hair loose which made Natasha very happy. All in all, it made for an aggressive look and both women were pleased.
What wasn't visible, was the fact he was also carrying his pistol, a hand long vibro-fighting knife and personal force shield under the coat. He'd had the coat especially made to conceal the fact he was armed. In truth, this was his normal hunting gear, but it served perfectly for this application as well. He figured it was better to be safe than sorry with someone like Mallory hunting these two women.
As it turned out, both women had also taken this into consideration. They'd elected to carry larger than normal purses in which they concealed their own weapons and personal force shields, which could be quickly and easily pulled on over their clothes. All three, after some deliberation, also elected to bring compact foam guns. Bona was a weapon and a sensory package in and of herself. She too wore her personal force shield, which on her looked rather stylish.
All that taken care of, they hurried out with Karl leading the way. He led them across half the station's width before taking a lift downward. The level they stepped out onto was definitely a lower-class neighborhood. It got worse as they moved away from the lift area. It wasn't exactly a slum, but it wasn't as well maintained or as clean as most of the parts of the station they'd seen thus far.
The passages here were winding and convoluted. Karl kept them to wider ways, avoiding areas that looked as if they might harbor trouble. He moved as if he were at home in these kinds of surroundings, which he probably was. His trade as a bounty hunter probably took him into areas like this on a regular basis, looking for fugitives who preferred to hide in such locations. Natasha could understand how Lisa would choose a place like this too. The personnel quarters for G-Pol officers were reasonably comfortable, if a little cramped. For a lower ranking individual, it would be downright cramped. In an area like this, the rents were low enough to allow that same low-ranking individual, using the alternative housing allowance they could take in place of the available quarters, to find far more spacious and comfortable living arrangements. Even if it was in a less than ideal location. Care and a little creativity could make that space quite comfortable.
Karl led them to a nondescript looking entry door with a rather sophisticated electronic locking system. He hit the call button and punched in the unit number he wanted to visit. Lisa's image appeared on the miniature screen and her voice came over the com. "Looking good guys! Come on up." The door unlocked and they were allowed inside.
Inside the door was a completely different atmosphere. The place was tastefully decorated, spotlessly clean and had all the most up to date amenities. Karl led the way to a small lift with just enough room for all of them. With Lisa, it would be more than a little cozy. Lisa's apartment was on the third floor.
She met them outside the lift and led them back to her place. She was as attractive as Vixi had said, and she really showed it now. She was wearing a pair of skin tight black pants made of a stretchy material that looked like PVC. Actually, they could only be called pants by courtesy. The entire outside of each thigh was wide open, only crossed every few centimeters by the crossed laces that held the garment together. Barely visible running down the front edge of each opening, was a fine zipper that ran from the waist to the knee. As tight as they were, it was entirely obvious she was wearing nothing underneath. On top, she was wearing a matching PVC look strapless corset that molded itself to her every curve, emphasizing her large firm breasts and her cleavage, exposing the upper slopes of her breasts and barely covering her areolas, that had to have been custom made. On her feet were a pair of knee high, high heeled riding boots. She wore no makeup and needed none. With her twelve-centimeter heels, she was as tall as Karl and showed nearly a female body builder's physique. With her crew cut it was obvious she was butch, or at least wanted to give that appearance.
As soon as they walked in and she'd closed the door, she seized Vixi and kissed her hard, taking her breath. Vixi in turn flung her arms around the taller woman, seizing her backside in both hands and squeezing. Natasha did have to admit the two made a gorgeous couple, complimenting one another in every way physically.
Finally, Lisa broke the kiss to an unhappy grunt from Vixi. "You're the sexiest thing I've seen in a long time little girl!" She groaned, "I guess we'd better get out of here, or we won't, if you know what I mean?"
"I wouldn't mind that at all." Vixi giggled with a sigh as she caught her breath still leaning on Lisa. "WE could just make it a wild sex party!" They all laughed at that, but they knew she wasn't kidding. It had apparently been a while for her, other than when she had been with Ryans before his murder.
"And waste all that effort you took to look so hot?" Lisa asked, "I don't think so! Besides, I wanna show off my new trophy girlfriend. I want to rub all the guy's noses in it for a change."
"Its not like you don't rub the fact of your looks in their faces already!" Karl laughed. "The poor bastards you send home with drool running down their chins and blue balls could populate this station four times over. It is entertaining to watch though. Shall we go then?"
