"I just want to go on the record one last time, Tara, that I think this is a horrible idea!"
Tara smiled behind the translucent-red cloth covering the bottom half of her face as she walked down the Martian capital of Vorxtan. Her fellow pirate, Robin, was always so worried about her. She could hear the concern in his voice that was being transmitted through the earpiece hidden in her bejeweled earrings.
She pulled her long cloak tighter around herself as a warm wind blew down the streets between the pyramid and octagonal buildings that defined the downtown of this city. It was after sunset and the streets were less crowded now. Some late-working Martians and a group of tourists from Saturn were the only beings she could see on the streets this evening.
"You worry too much!" Tara laughed. It had only been two years since she and her friends, Robin and Malo, had been unjustly forced into exile from Earth. In that short time, they had had many adventures as space pirates, fighting corruption wherever they could. They had already defied the Inverted Blade of Death of the tyrant Kharlsen on Jupiter and ended his horrible slave trade. They stood up to that corrupt government official on Mars, Daro Dallas, and thwarted his evil plans. They had even confronted the terror of the Red Jackal and his Moon Spiders.
"You take too many risks!" Robin replied in her earpiece. It was true that she sometimes leapt before she looked, but this time she had to take the chance. Last week, when Tara and her crew fought some smugglers on the far side of the Neptunian moon, they stumbled across a shipment of hyper-nuclear weaponry.
Tara whispered, knowing the microphone in her earrings would still be able to hear her,
"Robin, you know how important this is!" And indeed it was. Hyper-nuclear weaponry had been outlawed decades ago because they were considered too deadly, even by warfare standards of the 24th century. The incredibly devastating arsenal they discovered could alter the balance of power throughout the solar system.
"Yes, I do," he sighed. "Take a right down that alley here," Robin ordered. Tara turned off the main street and walked down a dark alley between two stores decorated in pink and purple. The weapons they had found had been sold to Martian terrorists and were supposed to be delivered to Mars at this address. Tara and her crew all knew they had to stop these ruthless terrorists who could wreck havoc across the solar system with such deadly armaments.
"Golly gee! I'll be ok, Robin! Don't worry!" Tara wanted to sound more confident than she felt. She believed her idea was good, but she knew it was dangerous and risky. But they all agreed it would have been suicide for them to attempt an attack on this warehouse filled with unknown thugs and deadly weapons without gathering information. They needed to know the layout of the building, the number of thugs protecting the arms, and the type of weaponry they possessed. This meant that they needed to gain access inside the building and take pictures without arousing suspicion.
"This is a crazy idea, Tara, and I still don't like it!" Robin protested, but he knew Tara's plan was the best idea they had. Tara held onto her long cloak tightly as she walked up to a shadowy door on the far end of the trash-filled alley. She paused in front of the door and held her breath for a few seconds to quiet her nerves.
"Here goes nothing," she whispered to her friends, and then knocked a few times on the dingy metal door. Tara waited for what felt like several minutes. Just when she thought that maybe they had gotten the wrong address, the door opened. A large Martian stood in front her, a seven feet tall humanoid with green skin was glaring at Tara. "Who are you?" he asked in a gravelly voice.
Tara swallowed hard and said, "Hello! I am a sex dancer, and I heard there was a group of strong, manly Martians here that might let me dance for them. I could sure use the money!" She smiled awkwardly at him.
The Martian looked at her suspiciously, "Take off your cloak and let me see." This is the moment that Tara was most nervous about, but she knew once she got past this point, she would be ok. She put her arms behind her and let her cloak slip off her body down into her hands.
Tara was wearing a pair of miniature two-inch pasties coated with small colored bits of fake jewels that barely covered the nipples on her enormous breasts. She also wore a tiny bejeweled pasty over her crotch that tapered into an ornate curl, all of which barely kept her womanhood from being exposed. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of lotion with lumino-glitter that made near-microscopic points of different colored light appear sporadically all over her moist, glistening body. Her eyes, smothered with mascara and green-glitter eye-shadow, were peeking over the translucent cloth that stretched across her face, obscuring her nose, cheeks, and chin. Her blond hair fell over her shoulders and onto her back. Other than her earrings and small sandals, she wore nothing else. Tara had never been ashamed to show off her body, but she wasn't used to having so much of it exposed, especially to some Martian thug in a dark alley at night.
She saw the Martian look admiringly at her body, hoping that he did not notice her heart beating faster and faster. "You are quite lovely. For an Earthling." She gritted her teeth and smiled as he leaned over her staring at her body. He leaned in so close that she could smell his rancid breath, and she turned her head to one side in order to avoid the stench. She didn't even flinch when some spittle dripped out of his mouth and landed on her breasts and slithered into her cleavage and down her stomach.
"Tara, if you can hear me, the cameras are working great." Robin was whispering into her earrings, informing her that the micro-wafer video cameras Milo had placed into Tara's nipple pasties were operational and sending information continuously to her friends. "We'll keep monitoring. We'll be there if this ugly numbskull tries anything!"
She flashed a smile, "Thank you very much!" Never before had she appreciated having such good friends willing to watch out for her.
The Martian stood back up, satisfied with what he saw, "Come on in! Step inside!!" Tara smiled at him once more and then walked through the door into total darkness. She saw some light peeking through some curtains, and she stepped through.
