When Micca arrived at the entertainment parc of Sector 7, some of her anxiety returned. She stepped out of the hover-train and into the middle of a bustling rotunda. She stood still for a few minutes to take stock; to take in her surroundings and to watch the people go past. People – mostly men but to her surprise quite a few women too - walked here and there, some stood chatting in groups or sat at the pavement bars eating and drinking. Sector 7’s entertainment parc was frequented by the flyers, the docking bay and cargo workers. There was always a smattering of Ulldonians, the only other species the Glian authorities did business with and allowed ‘on world.’ The artificial sky above was a luxurious dark blue, with Glia5’s night sky projected perfectly in all its glory. The street lights cast a soft golden hue over everything and soothed her rattled nerves a little. She pulled herself together and crossed the rotunda towards the side street where she would find Sam’s Bar and Grill. She strode confidently with her head held high, looking straight at her goal, unaware of the many glances she was attracting. She also would have blushed furiously if she had known how many cocks she had made twitch in their pants!
She pushed open the door to Sam’s and entered the noisy bar. She was glad she had worn her gown as she looked around her. Sam’s had certainly gone upmarket since she was last here! Dark wooden tables and chairs seemed to have been thrown willy nilly into the space, the upholstery was of a ruby velvet and there was gilt ornamentation every where. Christ, there were even candles on the tables! A little man, not much taller than Micca, dressed in a black and white checked suit with a crimson bow tie, approached her with a leer. Micca took a step back.
‘Can I show Madam to a table?’ Micca laughed to herself. Madam? What the hell was going on here?
‘Em…Thank you but I’m meeting someone.’ Micca strained her neck and stood on tiptoe, trying to see if Llyr was here already.
‘Tell me the gentleman’s name and I will see if he is here, Madam.’ The man’s bow tie bobbed up and down as he spoke. Micca bridled at his assumption that she was meeting a man but then the odds did bear that out!
‘I’m meeting Captain Sommers,’ she replied.
‘Ah, of course Madam. Captain Sommers is here. Let me show you the way. Follow me!’ Micca followed the funny little man through the crowd of tables to some booths at the back of the room. She could see Llyr sitting in one, examining the menu. He didn’t seem to have changed a bit! His dark hair was still cut short, his frame still powerful and arresting. They stopped at his table.
‘Captain Sommers, your guest has arrived.’ The man made a quick bow, and then scurried off. Llyr looked up from the menu and could not hide the surprise on his face.
‘Micca?’ He stood up and extended his hand to her. ‘Micca…? He asked again taking hold of her hand and looking her up and down.
‘What’s the matter Llyr? Has two years made so much difference to me?’ Micca asked, a little taken aback. His puzzled look disappeared and he threw his head back and gave a throaty laugh.
‘God almighty woman, I’ll say!’
‘What? What is it…?’ Micca stammered, she was feeling her anxiety rise again.
‘Let’s just say you look a hell of a different out of a flysuit! And that dress! Do you want every man in Sector 7 cumming in his pants?’ Micca reddened, shook off his hand and sat down quickly.
‘I don’t know what you mean. It’s a little low cut but it’s a perfectly acceptable off- ship dress!’ She hissed at him. He sat down too, still laughing.
‘It would be my dear, if it wasn’t translucent!’
‘What? You mean…’