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A short while later, a rusted, dirty freighter ship landed not far from our position. Many guards had arrived, surrounding both me and Bane. They moved outward in a large ring and armed themselves with their own biometric weapons as the ship’s latch lurched open.
“Bane! My man!” a tall blue alien bellowed from inside. He strutted down the gangway and I took a step back, instantly getting a weird feeling from the man. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was though. He looked innocent enough. Maybe a bit overweight with a white beard that could use a serious trim. His eyes shifted from Bane over to me and he grinned.
I lifted my chin, blushing slightly as I felt him look over my body. He was probably imagining me without the scraps of cloth that covered me. I shot Bane a hateful glance and he smirked before he turned back toward the blue alien, his expression turning serious. Several other younger-looking blue alien men pushed massive crates on wheels out of the ship, passing nervous glances to each other as they did so.
Hmmm. Something was off about these men.
I moved closer to Bane and pushed my hips to the side. With my fingers, I started to play with my hair, twirling it while I arched my back just a little, pushing my breasts up and out. With my other hand, I traced the skin of my throat.
I’d captured the attention of the blue men. They kept their eyes on me and not Bane then and I giggled, catching the gaze of one of them. He smiled at me and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.
Fucking gross.
I kept smiling at him though. I sauntered over to the gathering of crates, watching as some of the men tensed while Eyebrows kept watching me. I wagged my tail back and forth, dragging my fingernails along the crate. The men had relaxed some, but then I touched a smaller black crate and even Eyebrows tensed.
Something was in that crate that didn’t belong.
I continued my journey and then I purposely stepped on my bootlace, untying it with a single smooth motion. I scoffed out loud and bent over, giving the blue men a premium view of my ass as I did so. Slowly, I tied my laces and then stood, glancing back to see the drooling faces of the blue aliens behind me.
Convinced that they were sufficiently distracted, I made my way over to Bane and came up behind him. I dragged my palm down his back and around his waist, then across his hip until I cupped his cock in my palm.
I gripped it roughly, leaned in, and whispered in his ear.
“Black crate. Something’s wrong with that one,” I said quietly, and he moaned in response.
“Fucking hell, human. Later,” he answered, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear and I knew my ploy had worked. I squeezed his dick once more defiantly and he groaned, very clearly aroused.
“Want me to spank you here in front of everyone, naughty girl?” he said next and all the blue men laughed.
“I’d like to see that,” Eyebrows replied.
Fat fucking chance, buddy. Keep it in your pants.
The overweight bearded blue alien came forward. He was probably the captain then. I watched him closely from beneath my lashes, catching his nervous tics as he glanced toward the crates and then back at Bane.
Bane bantered with him back and forth for a while, before he handed over a slim piece of plastic.
“Untraceable credits. Available immediately upon deposit,” Bane said.
Blue Beard nodded and I saw a twinge of relief pass over him. Bane walked away and the two men parted. Once Bane reached the guards though, he paused.
“Seize everyone and inspect the cargo. Pay particular attention to the black crate,” he said softly, and his guards surged forward.
Bane turned back toward the blue men then, all of whom had been detained by Syndicate guards at just his word.
“You’ve been a loyal smuggler of mine for some time. You wouldn’t try to pass one over on me, Blue, would you?” Bane said, his voice dripping with a blatant warning.
So his name was Blue. Huh.
Well, that was unoriginal.
Blue trembled slightly, his arms held behind his back, but he stayed silent. His eyes anxiously flicked from the black crate and back and he struggled, trying to break free from the Syndicate guard who had captured him.
One guard walked over to the crate and unlatched it, slowly lifting the top to reveal what was inside. I tensed, leaning forward as I tried to see what it was.
“It’s an armed bomb, sir,” the guard declared, and Bane shook his head.
