"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.
She entered into a cavernous room filled with several dozen Martians. At the far end of the room sat crates and boxes of weaponry, some of which were being unloaded from a nearby spaceship. Immediately in front of her, a dozen Martians were sitting around a table swapping papers and arguing about something.
Tara jutted her huge chest out a little bit and subtly turned her torso to scan the entire room. She whispered to her comrades, "Jeepers! Can you guys see this? It looks like they have enough weapons to destroy the entire quadrant!" She listened for an answer, but all she heard was static. Milo warned her that the audio might cut in and out based on the amount of machinery that could potentially interfere with reception. The transmitters in her pasties, however, were set to record everything and send out data at a much higher frequency that would be extremely difficult to block.
All of a sudden, the entire room stopped and turned to look at her. Even the workers at the far end of the room turned off their machines and stared at Tara. The abrupt silence made her uncomfortable as she felt all those eyes staring at her almost naked body. She shifted her weight to one leg and smiled, lifting one of her hands and waving feebly and said "Uh... hi!"
The Martian from the door approached her from behind and bellowed out, "Everyone! Gather around! A dancer has come to entertain us!!" With that, every Martian face transformed into a leering smile and they all approached the front of the room.
Tara wasn't exactly sure what to do, so she started twisting her torso slowly and seductively, making her breasts sway back and forth. "Yes, let me... entertain you!" She emphasized those last words with the best low, sultry voice she could muster. She put her arms over her head and closed her eyes. She recalled some soft jazz she heard on Earth, and she leisurely rotated her hips and undulated her body to the rhythm in her head.
She turned around so her completely naked backside was facing the room, inviting every Martian to get a good look at her gorgeous form. As she kept gyrating her pelvis alluringly, she could feel every man in the room admiring the shape of her buttocks, the roundness of her hips, and her smooth, moist skin glittering with light.
"If you like what you see, I hope you'll give me a good tip at the end!" and gave a cutesy giggle she hoped they would find endearing. From behind the cloth covering her face, she smiled. She could feel the growing desire of all these men, and that was giving her growing confidence in her dancing.
So far, the plan was working beautifully. Her dancing provided the perfect distraction as the cameras in her pasties fed key information to her colleagues. Once her comrades could see how many people were in the building and where they were located, her fellow space pirates and a large contingent of Haneesh's Brotherhood of Space soldiers would storm the building, secure the weapons, and get her out. The risk was that if something went wrong, she would have to find her own way out of the warehouse. With dozens of Martians entranced with her every movement that would be quite a trick.
Tara continued thrusting her pelvis as she heard intermittent static and voices come in through her earpiece, "Tara...ssszzooo... need... zzzt... get... pkkksss.... kkztreer..." She couldn't hear what they were saying, but it sounded like they needed her to get better pictures of the interior. She knew she had to go deeper into the facility in order to get better pictures for her team.
Tara turned around and faced the room again and could see every male following the motion of her hips. She started walking across the room, looking for a good place to dance and take close up pictures of the crates of weaponry. "I wasn't expecting to see so many good looking fellows here!" and she gave a high pitch laugh as she took a few steps forward. When she walked alongside a Martian sitting at the table, he reached out and touched her stomach. She smiled sweetly as she felt his dry, scaly fingers rub across her.
