It's not easy being Creamy
27 Jul 2019Creamy Goodness III
How often do you say something that sounds great when you're thinking it, and then regret saying it the moment after you hear the words dance out your mouth? "let's make this quick. The taste of your wife is still fresh on my lips"
If you have shmoosed your way into a party thrown by the station manager. Enjoyed his food and drink, and under the influence of his expensive alcohol, got talking to his wife and suggested continuing the smoldering discourse in a more secluded room and you are confronted in the hallway when on route to her boudoir by the said station manager and two big rough looking armed guards, do not say a line like that no matter how sexy it makes you sound to the raven-haired beauty you only just met.
I have been in the brig for .. .. about two months I think for throwing three punches and one kick. In return, I caught about twenty-five punches, fifteen kicks when I was down, and fore strikes to the body with stun batons. I was definitely hit more, but I thankfully passed out. I'm no pushover, I'm a sterling pugilist, unmatched wrestler, and master dirty fighter, but three on one in a tight hallway, when one of the three is purple with rage after being completely impugned in front of his earthbound angel of a wife .. .. Even a man as great as me has his limits. Also, I was defending the lady from harm as much as my hard, well-sculpted body could anyway.
I was in a cell next to the hull; it was cold and noisy. They kept me on minimal rations and last week I saw a station Viper jettison some cargo right outside my cell. It was all my belongings from my room. All my silk shirts, my real leather Oxfords, every bespoke suit in my dressing room.. ..and my travel dressing room. The most painful part was watching the draws drift by, spilling my cufflinks and rings. It was like watching a grand old mother ship opening her docking bays and letting hundreds of beautiful, tiny sparkling ships drift out into space.
All I have to my name now is the Sidewinder the Pilots Federation gives to a Commander for passing out (With flying colours) from flight school. I still have a little money to my name, but not a fraction of the value of my property that was spaced. Well, fair is fair. I was silly enough to get caught, and if you can't take the retribution, don't commit the sin. I just wish I had got a few hours good hard sinning in before I got caught. This does pose a problem for me; it's hard to get by when you look actually like a Sidewinder pilot.
It is true I am a Sidewinder Pilot, but that’s is only because I am a victim of circumstance. I may be good, but even I can’t charm a fully loaded Mamba out of a Showroom with an off the hook Flight Suit and a handful of credits. The thing is, my chosen vocation, Bon Vivant, doesn’t work very well without a lot of supporting props, and the necessary props require a big pile of cash to acquire. It’s the classic catch 22 situation. I can’t show "this me" to my friends, and there is no way I can expose my reputation to stealing or asking for handouts.
Flying my own ship is a novel feeling. I’m used to having a pilot, and I’m also used to having a stateroom bigger than this noisy box called a Sidewinder. According to this panel, I have over one hundred messages, I better deal with that.
Most of them were invites both social and .. privet, but only one of them could have a good chance of sorting out my situation.
When I was a nipper, my parents were friends with some movers and shakers in the Imperial military and they had a daughter. That girl used to babysit me. Not ideal, but she is still well connected. I imagine she is in her 40s now, could still be attractive. Trying to hit that could be a real test of my skills. It’s hard to charm the clothes off a woman that used to send you to bed early if you didn’t do as you were told.
Hmm, that’s kinda hot.
This damsel in distress is exploring the rim far beyond the Guardian Sites and she needs a resupply so she can carry on .. looking at the pretty lights. This could be just what I need. A few weeks traveling, away from the scandal, on a mission bring a lady a few of the finer things in life including myself. I could hit that, but if I try I think she would hit me back with an iron bar.
Lambast was pretty enough last time I saw her, but she is about as feminine as a Super Heavy Weight Title Fight on a mining settlement. Maybe I do this and keep my hands to myself. Lambast is very well connected and loaded. I mean so rich and respected, she can travel to Royal holiday planets. If I get this right, maybe she’ll let me “catch up for old times’ sake” while she’s on her brake and give me a Clipper to get about in while we reminisce.
Let me see, this message is about two weeks old and I have .. .. a little over 100.000 creds. Pff, this is going to be a test. I think the path should be Cobra – Krait – Anaconda. It should only take a few days if I .. .work hard . .. Providing I can get the Krait quite quickly, Lambast may advance me the credits to buy the supplies she wants, and that will give me a head start on the Conda. With a big ship that has an impressive range, I can make back the credits quickly and still fulfill her request with the profits. This all looks good on a spreadsheet, but now I have to actually do it. Good heavens, the life of the Bon vivant was much more enjoyable.
No more thinking about it, I best get on with it. I won’t enjoy this, but it's not easy being Creamy.