Pussy Pirates
Chapter 6
Month 72—December on Anouilh
“WELCOME TO ANOUILH, Captain,” I said when the bus stopped in front of the hotel and Dakota stepped off first.
“It’s good to see you, Boss. This place looks like paradise!”
“It’s not bad, though we have limited staff right now. I haven’t really opened to the public yet.” I looked at the women stepping off the bus behind Dakota. Damn. The guys would be walking around with tentpoles in their pants for the next week. Well, maybe some of them would get laid. There was always hope.
“Ladies, carry your own bags or grab one of those carts and stack them together. This is a self-service resort,” Dakota said. “Camera equipment on a separate cart. You don’t have to have it in your room if you don’t want it there.”
“The nice woman at the registration desk will give you your room keys,” I announced. “I encourage you to drop your bags and join us out by the pool as soon as possible. Everyone is on the third floor to make it convenient.”
The women filed in, picked up their room keys, and headed for the elevator. Dakota and I watched the migration as we walked out toward the pool.
“Do you have a bar set up? We’ve been traveling since last night to get here,” Dakota said.
“Only poolside. What can I get you?” I asked.
“Mmm. Nice and warm and sunny. How about a G&T?”
“Julie! A G&T and a Pepsi, please.” A young woman in a bikini top and wrap-around skirt nodded from the bar and prepared our drinks. “So, you’ll get to meet the developer crew at dinner tonight. They’re predictably excited to see the girls in person.”
“Are they all like you?” Dakota asked.
“You mean fat? No. You mean socially inept? Absolutely. You mean just plain weird? They’re off the charts. You mean horny bastards? That goes without saying,” I laughed as Julie delivered our drinks.
“I meant polite.”
“Aside from the aforementioned social ineptitude, none of them will be intentionally rude or try anything without an invitation. However, once the girls get down here, you’ll probably see ten guys and a girl on the eighth floor balconies with binoculars.” I pointed up where three engineers had already appeared on the balcony.
“When did you get a woman on your team?”
“Just before we got down here. She’s a major contributor.”
“Well, we can’t disappoint the audience,” Dakota said as a dozen girls in bikinis came out the doors and headed toward the bar. She stood up and pulled her T-shirt off, then pushed her shorts down, leaving her naked in front of me and my painfully tented shorts. “Last one in’s a rotten egg,” she called to the girls as she strode to the edge of the pool. That started a second surge from the doors bypassing the bar to head straight to the pool as Dakota arched into an elegant dive and sliced through the water. The girls started dropping their bikinis on the edge of the pool and diving in. I hadn’t thought about making it a nudist resort, but it looked like a good idea. The only big problem would be the permanent erections the guys would have. They already had trouble controlling themselves around Tatts and she didn’t show off her stellar body.
The dip in the pool didn’t last long. The girls wanted to collect their drinks and lay out in the afternoon sun. I was pretty sure there was some serious masturbation going on as the guys looked down on all the naked girls. Dakota returned to her seat but didn’t bother to dress. I had a hard time not staring.
“I know you always wanted to see, Boss. Just remember, I’m a married woman and I don’t fool around unless my wife is with me and approves. She’ll be with me on the next trip but had a modeling gig during the time we’ll be here this time. It’s amazing how normal life seems now that we all know the end is near.”
“Everyone’s in denial.”
“I think we’ve passed the point of the Nile and are lost somewhere out in the deep blue Mediterranean. Not that many are denying aliens exist or that there is a threat out there. They just can’t relate to it.” Dakota said. I was mesmerized by the condensation from her glass dripping onto her right breast and running down to the nipple. I almost missed what she was saying. “Anyone with any sense agrees there are aliens and people are going out to the stars to fight them. I think the majority even believes the bad guys are going to get here and start eating people. But they just don’t think it’s going to be as bad as everyone says. They’ll pick up their trusty shotgun and go pick a few of the dickheads off, then go home for dinner.”
“It’s going to be bad, Dakota. Real bad. We get reports others don’t because we have a way of listening in. Even the Darjee agree that humans will still be fighting off the Sa’arm in twenty years. We need to get up there where we can provide air cover for our troops,” I said.
“What’s that have to do with filming porn for the video game?”
“As much as we can, we want to get the game tuned to real action and scenarios that really exist. But I’ve been looking at the next generation of the game. I want people to see and watch it as our girls play it. And then, I want to change the game so it’s reality and not VR,” I said. I’d been giving this a lot of thought. “I believe we can turn our starlets into warriors.”
“You guys are always thinking way out front,” Dakota sighed.
“No. I’m afraid the guys are buried in code. They’re developers—engineers. They all have a list of features a mile long they want to develop, but they don’t really have a strategy. That’s what Rache and I are doing. And Ubie. I hope to introduce you to him before the week is over but it will depend on whether he is ready to meet people. He’s… quite shy.”
“You intrigue me more all the time, Teddy. Now tell me about the changes in the script. You’re really going to make them get wet?”
If she only knew how I wanted to.
“Okay, listen up, beauties. You all know me and think of me as the director. The Boss refers to me as Captain. From now on, you can, too.” Dakota got the speech rolling at the beginning of dinner. I’d hired locals from Papillon as servers, but knowing the predilection of many of the girls from working with them before, I’d chosen only women as staff of the reopened hotel resort.
“I thought you were the boss,” one bright young thing piped up. She might have had one too many umbrella drinks this afternoon. I hoped the red flush was from drinking and not from too much sun.
“No. In fact, the purpose of this dinner is to introduce you to the brains of this outfit. Some of you have already met Teddy.” I stepped through the doors and lumbered over to Dakota. Several of the girls recognized me and waved. I waved back. I had a reputation of being pretty harmless. “Teddy is the Boss. You know we’ve been filming a lot of scenes for Pussy Pirates, and I know some of you have been playing. Eventually, I hope you’ll all be playing. The Boss writes our paychecks. He runs the game development and owns this resort. Be nice. Boss?”
“Hi, ladies. Um… Damn. You are really what this resort was missing. I’m going to introduce the other eleven on the team. Mostly, you won’t have too much to do with us. Not because we wouldn’t like to, but none of us have ever been stud material. In fact, until this week, most of us had only seen pictures of girls and the video clips we’ve integrated into the game. So, please be gentle with us if you happen to catch one of us alone. Okay?”
“You mean there are more men? Dakota… er… Captain said we could run around naked.”
“Yeah. We’d like that, too. We want you to enjoy the resort. We won’t infringe on your personal space, though it’s really hard for us not to stare at naked tits and asses. I mean really hard.” There were a few titters. “Please don’t think badly of us when you see us tenting out our shorts. We just can’t help it.” Dakota reached over and moved my carefully placed hands. Even with my belly, the tentpole was clear. I blushed red as the girls tittered and started estimating my actual size.
“I’ve asked the Boss to introduce the rest of the team with what they do on the project,” Dakota said. “So, pay attention and we’ll try to not hold up dinner any longer.”
“Right. Well, like most performers, we all have handles that have nothing to do with our real names. Since that’s what we call each other, I’m going to introduce you to them by their stage names. There’s no sense spreading our real names around out there. First, this guy’s The Liquidator. When you see him around, you might catch him asleep. Don’t let that fool you. He’s written some wicked code while he was asleep. He’s the core developer for our gaming engine. Everyone else writes code that hooks into his engine.” Mark came out, waved briefly at the girls and sat at the far end of the head table.
“This is Mastermind. He’s a storyline creator. He’s in charge of making sure everything is consistent as we develop the game modules and he pulls together the episodes that people can actually read before or after they participate.” The big Moroccan came out and went to sit by Liquidator. “Next, we have Battlestar Houston. This guy knows as much about spaceships and how they work as anyone in the business. You’ve seen his work mostly on the design of the enemy ships that land dickheads in the game. Then there’s Duck.” Some of the girls laughed out loud at the guy’s strange appearance.
“Don’t be too harsh on this guy,” I yelled. “Any of you get one of the new tentacle vibrators that are on the market?” A few raised their hands, a bit embarrassed about admitting they had the radical new vibrating dildo in their toy chest. “Yeah, well, those are Duck’s invention. And he’s got a lot more fun toys in development. This is Silver Bullet.” The kid who didn’t look old enough to drink came out and sat beside Duck. “Don’t let his size and apparent age fool you. We don’t ask people’s ages here; we just acknowledge their ability. Silver Bullet develops ground-based and hand-held weapons. When you see yourself wielding a light saber, he’s the dude that made it work. He actually has one that works except he hasn’t managed to control the blade length yet, so it’s as likely to hit something a mile away as it is something that’s right in front of him.” There was a little applause for the kid since several of the girls had wielded the weapon in clips we’d already recorded.
“This next guy is Master Chief. He’s got real world battle experience and is our ground tactics designer. He’s been really busy devising how to approach a skirmish and is the one to blame for you all getting wet in the ocean this week since he pointed out we can’t have the dickheads rising out of the water to attack the land. They have to be on land and you have to rise out of the water.” The former Navy chief found a seat at the near end of the table.
“This is Red Star.” The guy who wandered out looking around as if he was seeing the resort for the first time approached Master Chief and sat beside him. His shock of brilliant red hair and beard left no doubt where he got his name. “Red Star develops space weapons. We haven’t released the ship-to-ship engagement power pack for the game yet. Some of you will probably get to shoot some of his weapons in the ship simulator.” There was another round of light applause as the girls started to see where each developer fit in the equation.
“Okay, Space Cadet here has been developing ship to ship tactics for using Red Star’s weapons. I know what you’re thinking. Just show the dickheads his picture and they’d all die laughing. There’s no nerd on this team who is a bigger nerd than Space Cadet.” The guy looked like the classic computer nerd, complete with black rim glasses, holsters for his several pocket devices, and the mandatory pocket protector. He waved and sat down.
“The final two developers are our animation specialists. These guys work the magic that makes the game look real. Flash here, does background animation and user interface. Magic Man is the guy who integrates all the video we shoot of you girls into the CGI animations. He has examined every scene and every frame any of you have shot in minute detail in order for it to look like you walked right into the battle for real. As a result, he has a record for the longest-lasting continuous erection among the crew. Though with all of you here, the rest of us will be challenging that record.” Hoots and whistles joined the applause as the girls congratulated each other on their accomplishments.
“You see three empty seats at the table yet. The Captain and I will take two of them and I’d like to bring out Tatts. Tatts is a psychologist and let’s just say that for now she’s charged with keeping us sane. She has her work cut out for her and I’ll ask her to introduce our one other team-member.” The young-looking woman strolled out with much more confidence than any of the developers had. I thought she must have put the pattern for the one outfit she wore into the replicator and had it make the same damned thing every day. I caught a glimpse of her naked when we were working together and moving equipment to the island. That one glimpse had kept me inspired ever since.
“Hey. If any of you want to talk, just let me know. That’s what I’m here for. I probably don’t look like as much of a nerd as the guys, but let me assure you, I’ve spent most of my life playing computer games in one way or another. I’m doing a lot of work, though, with the thirteenth member of our team. He’s very shy and I wasn’t sure I’d even get him to say hello. He won’t come out, but I’d still like you to join in welcoming our chief intelligence officer, Ubie.” Adopting a typical pose of looking toward the ceiling when the AI was addressed, she continued. “Ubie, please say hi to our guests.”
“Um… Hi, I guess.” Speakers concealed all over the banquet hall made it seem his voice came from everywhere at once, though the volume was very low. “I… uh… hope to meet each of you sometime in the future, but you just can’t touch me. Um… I’ll probably pop up on your computer now and then, though. Thanks.”
Tatts, the Captain, and I took our seats and the servers emerged immediately with the evening’s dinner. Across the divide of the head table, developers watched the luscious young starlets and the starlets studiously ignored the engineers.
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