Sometimes I fill the tank jump in my star-ship and just drive. I'd open the ships computer grid map and circle in on the planet I wanted to visit. Then I'd home in on a local town and start my venture. I've been in some serious shit and I owe my self a little R&R. I sometimes let the computer set a course for me towards some planet like Jamedra or Thrae. It didn't matter where. The computer pointed, I just went until the tank ran on almost empty and filled it back up when I got there. Then I would live a little and head back to my ship and head back home. Planet Earth, what can I say about it. It's a cool place to raise a family and other shit but it's also located on the other side of the Milky Way and I'm not ready to settle down with some female telling me what to do. I don't even like to throw out garbage or anniversaries. I'm fine just the way I am, in space, my new home. I'm a fugitive and a wanted man in all parts of this galaxy. Up here in outer space is pretty quiet and you there aren't a lot of unwanted beings breathing down your neck. Out here can lead you to some pretty strange places and of course, some pretty strange people. Every once in a while I'd find myself a real hot one.
My ship took me to Gothos, the only planet to me that would put Earth women to shame. Even the plus size ones look good and are welcomed here with open arms. I stopped my ship at a local checking point along the planets main highway some where in Shembroada and my tank is now half-empty, so it was time to fill her up. I was tired and hungry so I headed for the local Inn on my refurbished jet-cycle. The Inn was only a few miles away and it would be a good while before this old tank of mine gets full. I parked my cycle and locked it up around the corner with the other stationed mopeds then I found my own way in to where the grub was. I sat at the long counter on a bar-stool that looked like it was made for King Kong and gestured my hand for the barkeeps' attention.
"Boo namah fedt?" The barkeep said in his native tongue.
"Sorry, big guy. My Gothonean isn't that good. Can you repeat that in Common please?" I confessed as he handed me a menu and pointed me to the bars' nightly special. Common was the universal language all over the Milky Way and it was also In English. I chose the Sheeva Burger. Yum, a bit sweet, but it hit the spot. I'd just about finished my burger and was reaching for my drink when it spilled all over my lap. This pant is new. I had just picked them up back on Stellar Four and now it's all fucked up. I was in shock as well as pissed off as I looked up at the freaking idiot that did this to my new slacks.
She was fucking unbelievably cute and also humanoid.
"I am so, so sorry," she said running around the counter. She crouched down and wiped a napkin all over my lap.
"That's quite all right," I said, but she continued to clean up the mess. So, I repeated myself, "That's all right miss. I've seen worse happen."
"That is so kind of you sir."
"Please, call me Kipp. That's with two P's." I said, looking around the bar to see if anyone else took heed to what just happened. She stood up and I looked in her eyes and smiled my killer smile.
"As pretty a thing as you are how could I possibly be angry with you?" I said, getting a better look at her and she seemed to be a tad bit younger than her 34-30-36 body allowed her to be. May be it was the fumes at the checking point that made her look seventeen or eighteen. She could be one of the local working girls or maybe she's one of those Fem-bounties out to collect on my head. But I guess it was safe to say I got away with that compliment and I still have to keep my eye on her for any tricks.
I took a breath, shook my head a bit and took another bite of my Sheeva burger. I got up and was about to hightail it out of there when she took hold to my arm. 'I'm a goner.' I told myself, 'I knew this bitch was a bounty.'
"Oh please, don't go. Not yet, I'm off duty and I really feel bad about your slacks. I would love to buy you another drink," she said, looking so pitifully cute with those big orange eyes of hers. So how could I refuse, so I took a seat to see what would happen next.
"You work here?" I had a shocked look on my face. "How old are you?"
"Uh-huh, older than you think," She said softly and placed her over coat on her lap to reveal her nameplate. "I just started working here about three weeks ago. Need the money you know. I was just waiting for my week's pay when I spilled your drink. How is it?"
"Cold and wet, but it could've been worse. I could've ordered the Venus Special and have you hard-boiled my nuts. I'll gladly accept that drink, Jamber." I said reading her nameplate. She smiled at me and took off.
She was probably in her early twenties which good for me, considering I'm twenty-eight and she was also nicely plump. Not fat, like the Rocca women of these parts, but not that aerobic looking either. She was very healthy for a half-breed elph and her uniform clung tightly to her thick curvy body. I was still in shock to how her white uniform managed to cover her well-rounded ass. Her high cut black panties showed through and she definitely had my attention. I waited a few more minutes and she came strutting out clad in a denim blue skirt and a white shirt with purple flowers tied just below her full mounds for support.
She was also sporting a long leathery black boots which gave her five foot figure an extra four inches and attitude. What a change. At this point I wanted to take her dancing to see how she moved on the dance floor.
"Say Jamber, I was thinking, why don't we grab that drink else where?" She just smiled, took my arms and told me to lead the way. We boarded my bike and I cranked up the tunes to get the party started. I even flirted with her a little for a few miles. Her legs were paralleled to mine against the bike, which gave me full view of her thick tanned legs.
We returned to my ship at the checking point. I swapped the jet-bike for my jet black Pathfinder 2000. I think she came in her panties when she saw my flashy ride.
"Wow. I never saw anything like it. Where did you get it?" She asked, admiring the sleek exterior and well tented windows.
"It's manufactured on Earth. Ever heard of it?"
"Well yeah, is that where you are from? Are you a human?" She said, amazed and began fanning herself.
"Yep. The one and only, but the galaxy is my home now. Maybe I'll take you there someday to visit."
"I was born here... never been to Earth or any other planet. I never have enough money to visit other worlds. Though, I have heard stories of humans not liking strangers on their planet and check everyone who flies too close to their atmosphere."
"Ha! You've been well educated, but I'm well known on Earth and you can pass for a Terran woman with no problem from where I'm sitting." I said, stopping at the light.
"You're too kind, Kipp, with two P's. It would be a pleasure." She said, tilting her head a bit and flashing me those big eyes of hers again. "And what about my eyes? Won't they notice them or do all Earth females have tangerine eyes?"
