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The next day in Basic Tactics, I tried to speak to Janetta, but she glared at me briefly, and then deliberately ignored me. Indeed, her coldness went on for the next two weeks. Basic Tactics was the only class we had together.
Patience, I told myself. Over and over. Patience.
Janetta lived in the women's barracks, and that meant there was a fence and guards with dogs keeping watch on the perimeter. There were also infrared cameras. A male not of the servant class risked being scrutinized simply for being on the grounds. Getting caught inside the women's area after hours was very serious. If you only got cashiered from the service, you should count yourself lucky. There was a real danger one could also find himself at the temple of Tezcatlipoca, the Jaguar god. Tikun had a large temple dedicated to the god of warriors and the night sky, and they still practiced human sacrifice. Yes, I was smitten by Janetta, but I had no desire to have my heart cut from my living breast.
As the days passed, I fumed and hungered for Janetta. I wanted back inside her tight, wet heat and to fill her writhing, bucking body with my seed. I wanted my hands in her thick, black hair and to watch her eyes roll back when she came on me.
When I arrived at Tikun War base, I was used to having sex on a regular basis. With four roommates in my officer's quarters, long classes, and the extra duty, I didn't have time, the privacy, or I was simply too tired to use my own hands for release.
Had I been at home, I would have taken advantage of Calia, my personal servant.
Like the Vedan part of the Aesir-Vedan Alliance, the Empire of Chimorro was rigidly divided into classes, and it was extremely difficult to move up. Going down was easier, but you had fewer rights with each downward progression. At the top was the Imperial Household. Next in status and power were the Priests. Then there were the Warriors, with the expected officer and enlisted division.
The Guild class was next in the hierarchy, followed by the Free Farmers (you had to own your own land), then Merchants, Servants, the Indentured, and finally the Slaves. In Veda, where my parents originated, scientists like my father were part of the Technician class, which was above the Guild but below the Warrior class. In Chimorro, scientists were considered a sub-class of the Priests, which meant they outranked Warriors.
The only real way for upward mobility was for the lower classes to become enlisted in the military, and then to distinguish one's self in battle. Enough combat could gain you officer grade and other rewards. Servants and lower classes had to have permission or a sponsor before enlisting.
Emigrating from Veda to the Empire had been difficult for my parents, especially because the Kingdom of Veda did not want to lose his expertise. However, coming to the Empire meant a major improvement in social class. While my current occupation meant that socially I was inferior to my parents, I did have the option of undertaking scientific certification later, and become a certified technician if I so desired. I argued that as a possibility with my father, but the truth was I loved flying in whatever capacity I could manage.
Heeding class expectations, when I hit puberty, my parents found a servant to take care of me. Calia was a gentle girl with large eyes from the semi-autonomous state of Pano, located in the northwestern mountains of the Southern Continent. Trained in domestic duties, she took care of my clothing, gave me massages after exercises, and allowed me to satiate my horny pubescent sexual energies with her body. I remember there were some days I was inside that girl as often as I could get hard again. Indeed, I'll never forget the first time I did that.
My mother actually slapped me the next day, and then blistered my ears. As her master, she sternly told me it was my duty to take care of my servants. So enamored was I with her willing pussy, I just entered and rode her until I came. Often by the time she started to get a little wet, I was done. Calia was so chaffed she had had to get help afterward. "A man who doesn't treat his servants with respect and loyalty will get none in return!" I was used to the ear blistering, but it was the first and only time my mother ever hit me.
After my father returned home from work that day, he gave me his own lecture, which turned out to be less vehement and a lot more instructive. Quite bluntly, he said, "A man willing to lavish attention on his woman's pussy would earn a lot of forgiveness and even encourage eagerness for whatever else you wanted. And hands are only one tool available." Other gems were the notion that getting the woman aroused not only made penetration easier, but made the act pleasurable for her, too. If I made sure she reached orgasm too, she would be a more enthusiastic partner.
Next, my father informed me that if I let Calia take a more active role in the sex, she could teach me a great deal. Much later, I learned that she had trained for almost two years before becoming my servant, and when she arrived, Calia was at least a year younger than my own fourteen years. Obviously, until that point, the head I had been using to think with wasn't the one on my shoulders.
I had a great deal of affection for Calia, but in the Empire for a Warrior or Priest to marry a Servant was illegal. As a personal servant, Calia even had to have my permission before becoming pregnant. Unless one wanted to deal with a lot of paperwork and pay the huge fees, children inherited the class of the mother. It was common for a Master to have their personal servant sterilized, to make a marriage contract easier, for wives often looked at living bastard children as potential rivals. My parents made it clear they preferred I paid for Calia's birth control, which I did.
There was a sexual oddity in the Empire, at least according to my heathen, Vedan upbringing. Oral sex wasn't done by anyone above the Servant class. Putting your mouth where you pissed from was considered taboo, even polluting for the one doing the act. I have no doubt that people still licked pussies and sucked cocks, but it was the Servants doing it for the Upper Classes.
That Janetta had used her mouth on me for even that brief time -- just long enough to get my crown covered in saliva -- was a measure of how desperately she wanted my cock inside her that day. And as a Warrior, if her actions in the closet ever got out, she was within her rights to challenge me to a duel to the death for impugning her honor. Calia, for her part, had given me a lot of pleasure with her mouth, and being a dutiful son, I took my father's words to heart and became an avid student under Calia's tutelage. Not only did I learn my way around Calia's pussy with both my hands and my tongue, I came to enjoy my perversion.
Tikun War base functioned as both an Air Service training college and as a satellite monitoring station. My training there was scheduled for just five months.
Unless one's family was powerful, base housing was limited to those permanently assigned there. For short-timers like myself, the only other option was housing in the city of Tikun itself, and the costs were beyond a mere Sublieutenant's pay. I had the money, but the cost in time getting to the base and back was not worth it to my mind. Once I received my first assignment, naturally, I had planned on sending for Calia. Until then, she was over a thousand rads to the southeast on my parent's upland estate, near the research city of Tohingo.
Even smitten with Janetta, would I have fucked Calia? Of course.
But since meeting Janetta and then feeling her glorious, tight, wet heat envelope my cock, it was her I wanted. I had a great deal of feeling for Calia, but Janetta made my body ache for want of her. I was seriously considering requesting that my next duty station be wherever Janetta ended up.
The extra duty? Well, in my wisdom on my arrival, I had opted for supplemental training in security, thinking it would help down the road with career advancement. It also meant more classes in hand-to-hand combat and training in police procedures. Naturally, being a green officer, I drew weekend duty. Actually, I lucked out, as I could have drawn a six hour shift on alternating days of the week, which would have made for very long days and little study time.
Very quickly, I also discovered that the non-com assigned to me, Senior Sergeant Itznacoco, didn't bother to hide his disdain for my "sorry green ass." I had the wisdom to see that he was permanent and I was not, so I didn't push it as long as he didn't directly challenge my authority.
It had been four weeks since my tryst with Janetta in the supply closet. I was feeling at loose ends. I was even considering taking a chance on the Diamond District for a whore. The area was dangerous, though. Inexperienced transients like myself often ended up beaten and robbed if they went alone. The criminal caste were becoming bolder all the time.
The security work of this afternoon had consisted of inspections of the armory and enlisted barracks, followed by hours of paperwork. I had until dawn to return for a full double shift. At least part of it would be patrols in town, making sure enlisted Warriors didn't overly abuse their status among the lower classes, especially among unescorted women or didn't get into trouble in the more dangerous areas.
So there I was. Shift was over, and I was tired from a long day of classes and work and hungry for dinner. The humidity was thick enough to swim in. Famished, I signed out, put on my garrison cap and headed on foot across the base toward the cafeteria.
The smell of hot, spicy food drifting across the compound temporarily pushed aside thoughts of plundering Janetta's hidden grotto of pleasure. I planned on a thick steak, some peppered vegetables, and at least two helpings of lemon cream pie chased by some metl juice. Metl juice was a potent alcoholic drink made from the agave plants here in Tikun. It didn't take much metl juice to make you feel really good. Good enough to do stupid things. Metl juice was popular here and to the north. The juice made from the blue agave was especially popular among the Nahuatl, Janetta's people. I had tried it a few times at the Officer's Club on base and liked it.
So intent was I on the thought of food and something to unwind with, I didn't hear the electric motor of the two-seat transport come up behind me.
It almost knocked me over.
My anger at the careless driving was replaced by surprise.
Janetta sat in the driver seat. These two-seat light transports had a canvas top with a rollbar, but no doors, so I had an almost full profile of her radiance. She wore a pretty, flowery sun dress with a simple wide belt. The low neckline revealed part of a war eagle tattoo over her left breast. No sign of a bra. Her thick hair was tied behind her and held by a carved jaguar pendant. A pair of aviator glasses sat atop her head, and her black eyes were dancing.
She flashed me a haughty smile with those bright, white teeth. "I'm ready for another test flight, Kandikan, but it has to be now. Get in if you're ready!"
My stomach growled, but I stared at her. I could see her hard nipples pressing against the thin cotton. Curious, I looked at her footwear. Infantry boots with a combat knife strapped onto each calf. Hoo boy!
"Kandikan! If you aren't interested, I need to know now! I'm dead tired but I need some action. Either scramble your ass into the passenger seat or clear off. Which is it?"
