Pussy Pirates
Chapter 9
Month 76—April on Anouilh
“IT’S GOOD TO SEE YOU, Dakota,” I said when she stepped off the bus. I looked over the two dozen plus members of her cast and crew—all females, of course. Man, we’d missed the presence of those girls by the pool the past two months. Then I saw the children. “Captain?”
“I know. I should have talked to you first. Let’s walk by the pool and get a drink. You wouldn’t believe the flight we were on to Miami and how many were seasick on the boat to get here,” Dakota said. She actually leaned on me and the contact was embarrassingly arousing. She didn’t let go, though, as we walked to the bar. I always had a woman at the bar who made drinks for us and our guests and generally kept the pool area picked up and clean. I had almost as many maintenance staff hired from Papillon as we had residents.
“What’s up?” I asked as we took our drinks to a shaded table, letting the rest of the crew sort themselves out at the front desk. I was still a lightweight drinker and had a rum and Coke. Dakota went straight for the scotch.
“Things are getting rough, Teddy. Weird things. We never had problems in California before. Everybody was live and let live. But it’s changing.”
“What’s happening?”
“Kidnappings, for one. Women don’t walk alone anyplace in California, and half the time they can’t even trust their escorts,” she sighed.
“I don’t get it. Why should there be anything going on in Cali? There’s nothing there to get upset with,” I said.
“Boss, you’re still living in a simple world. You and the guys are buried in code and engineering. The real world has changed,” Dakota said. “For one thing, the Confederacy pickups have been decreasing in the US for a couple of years now because of political unrest and outright attacks against them. But there is still a prevailing opinion that the Confederacy is taking all the good women from Earth and the men have nothing left to choose from.”
“That’s ridiculous. There have only been eight or maybe ten million people extracted from earth. That’s one reason we’ve decided to stay. There aren’t enough people going to make a difference out there. So, let’s say a quarter of the extractions are male sponsors and three quarters are female concubines. Way over simplified, but that means only about five million more women than men. Out of a population of seven billion people. There’s no shortage.”
“You can come up with those numbers with a nod to the math. Any man watching the tube and seeing even the edited version of the pickup videos sees men leaving with two or three women and thinks that’s a billion or two billion fewer women on Earth than men.” Dakota took a long sip of her scotch. “Teddy, a lot of people are angrier than hell out there.”
“I can see the illogic in it. But what’s the result?”
“People see California as untouched. Plenty of women. Starlets, movie moguls, rich folks. All the beautiful people are in California. So, with the infantile logic of mud wasps, they’ve decided to create their own harems and kidnap their own women to populate them. And California is the place to get beautiful half-naked women. The girls I brought with me this time? They’re the most scared. Some of them have kids. Some of them are popular on screen. All of them are targets.”
“What am I supposed to do about it?” I asked. I was spending more time worrying about the problems of having a country to manage than I ever spent writing game scenarios. “I’m not exactly a world class daddy. More of a world class virgin.”
“Any one of those girls will lay you if you’ll let her stay here.”
“Stay?”
“We’re asking for asylum in the Independent Nation State of Anouilh. It’s time the porn industry—at least the women of porn—had a new location. I’d like to bring a couple hundred with me if you can get them out of California. We were searched and questioned at every port on the way here. It’s going to be impossible to just catch a plane in California soon. Think of it, Teddy. A couple hundred porn stars and your dozen guys.” Dakota leaned back in her chair and looked at me over the rim of her glass as I considered what she was asking. I needed to think this over. I excused myself and told her I’d see her and the crew at dinner.
“Boss, the delegation from Cuba has arrived on Papillon. There is a small military contingent accompanying an ambassador,” Ubie said.
“Any word about our expected Confederacy visitors?” I asked as I yawned. It had been a restless night as I came to grips with what it would mean to turn the island into a refuge for women in pornography. I could see a world of problems. At the same time, it played straight into my plan to turn the women into warriors.
“They have requested permission to stay at the resort this evening and hope to have dinner with you,” Ubie said. “I did invite them to dinner. It wasn’t their suggestion.”
“You and I are a team, Ubie. We’ll invite the Cuban ambassador or whatever he is to dinner with the Confederacy along with Dakota and a guest—her choice. I’d like to have Tatts with me, but please inform the rest of the team, crew, and staff that this will be a private dinner on the pool deck. What are we going to do with the military people? Are we supposed to feed them?” I headed out the door of the resort to grab a golf cart and go meet the guests.
With a military unit to organize before they could leave the dock, they were a while getting here. It seemed there were no suitable vehicles on Papillon for their force and they were marching to the causeway behind a sole 1960s vintage Cadillac convertible. The council had met the ambassador at the dock and simply told him that the capital of Anouilh/Papillon was at the resort and pointed them my way. The soldiers ran a Cuban flag up on the pole at the dock but as soon as they were out of sight it came back down and our new national flag was raised.
“Greetings, Mr. Ambassador. I’m Teddy Frisco. Welcome to my island.”
“I am not an ambassador. I am the duly appointed governor of this Cuban colony, Iglesias Montero. You will show me to my quarters and my honor guard to theirs.” The pompous little twit was a least speaking English, but then he repeated everything in Spanish as well.
“Sorry, Gov. You got here… oh… eighty years too late. After the July 26th Revolution, Fidel Castro renounced all claim to remote territories, including Anouilh and Papillon. This is the Independent Nation State of Anouilh,” I said. I was still smiling but the twit definitely wasn’t. “We have accommodations for you and one guest, but your troops will need to billet back on Papillon unless you have a credit card and can pay for their rooms. We charge $200 per night per person, plus personal charges, like meals.”
“No one has the right to renounce the sovereign territories of our nation,” the man announced.
“We will be happy to receive you as an emissary, but I don’t have time for a lot of political folderol. Please have your men move aside so I may greet my other guests. I can’t be responsible for anything that happens to them if they attempt to block the Confederacy party.”
“Confederacy! I was informed this colony had nothing to do with the Confederacy!”
“We are not associated with the Confederacy, but I don’t turn away expected guests. This is a resort, after all.”
“This is a part of Cuba!” The guy was getting very insistent when a horn honked and the soldiers started parting when they saw the Confederacy flag stuck with a magnet on the hood of an old Cadillac as well-worn as the one the Governor had arrived in. I was pretty sure the Confederacy guys could handle themselves, but I had drones in the air with stingers aimed and four guys at the controls just in case. The two Confederacy representatives, a man and a woman, stepped out of the car and walked toward me.
“Greetings. I’m Teddy Frisco. Welcome to my resort and the Independent Nation State of Anouilh.”
“This is a territory of Cuba!” The supposed governor shouted.
“Little misunderstanding going on over here,” I shrugged.
“Arrest these men!” shouted Montero.
“Drop them,” I said aloud. The soldiers started forward only to all crumple to the ground.
“Ambassador, I’m done with your posturing. If you want a meeting, you and your—whatever that guy is—are welcome to join us. Otherwise pick up your trash and leave.” We had a little stare down, but the guy who was with the governor put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him away for a chat. I turned to the Confederacy representatives. I hadn’t met either of them before.
“I am Major Thom,” said the taller of the two. “On behalf of the Confederacy, we are happy to recognize the Independent Nation State of Anouilh.” That shut up the posturing little Cuban. “May I present my colleague, Andrea Jackson of the Department of Trade and Relations.”
“I’m happy to meet you, Major,” I said, shaking his hand. “And you, Ms. Jackson. Welcome.” She shook my hand and suppressed a snort. “If the four of you will hop in the cart here, I’ll be happy to drive you up to the resort. There aren’t really any facilities for automobiles and buses other than to turn around and leave.”
“What about my men?” Montero asked. He wasn’t blustering anymore.
“I’ll have some folks from Papillon come and pick them up. They’ll wake up… over there, somewhere. I don’t ask. They’ll take care of your cars, as well.”
Montero and his still unnamed associate finally got in the last seat of the six-seater cart. I was surprised and a little amused that Major Thom got in the second seat and Ms. Jackson sat up front with me.
“You’re a pretty confident nerd,” she chuckled.
“Don’t get me started. I can talk code with you until you are seeing stars instead of traveling among them. I’ve been coached.”
“Code talk kind of turns me on.” I swung my head to look at her and drove the cart off the path, quickly swinging back on and checking to see that none of my passengers had fallen off. Jackson laughed.
“Major, Ms. Jackson, we really don’t have ranks here, but most of the team calls me Boss. This is Dakota. We refer to her as Captain. Our companions are Tatts and Miss Molly. And you, Mr. Montero?”
“I… I represent the Republic of Cuba. This is Señor Perez of our trade department.”
“Ah. So, your business with us is commercial? That is good. I hope we can set up some trade relations,” I said.
“I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot, Señor Boss,” Perez said. “It was a requirement of our government.”
“Well, we all have our burdens to bear.”
“You know, Boss, we could have handled the stingers much better than the guys you had on them,” Dakota said. “They were awkward and nervous. The girls were all in the room watching them and twitched every time a stinger was shot. It comes from playing the game so much. They took nearly twice the number of shots necessary to bring them down.”
“Girls? Guys?” asked Perez. It was quickly becoming evident that he was the reason the Cubans were here, not the pompous Montero.
“That was probably why they were all so awkward and nervous, Captain. Did any of them have clothes on?” I responded first to Dakota but then turned to the Cubans. “Mr. Perez, we have one principal trade good. We produce a video game. We have a staff of developers, a film crew, and several actors who provide the unique action that sets our game apart from others. In the future, we hope to open the resort to guests for leisure and relaxation, but currently, we house only our crew and invited guests. There are also a variety of crafts and goods available from Papillon, including a very fine rum.”
“We have negotiated a very good trade deal for the game in the Confederacy. It’s quite popular,” Ms. Jackson explained. “I was responsible for dealing with the AI T’krunkskit in working out the agreement. We’re hoping to expand it. And please, Boss, call me Andrea. It seems we have only single names to work with.”
“You catch on quickly, Andrea,” Tatts said. “However, we have all found the only way to address Miss Molly is with her full title. Don’t tempt her to show you why.”
“Ooo. I might need to.” I saw Molly eye her speculatively. The dominatrix in her was definitely on display.
“Very well. I am Orlando,” Perez said. “Please address my companion as Iglesias. We are, of course, interested in some of the finer points of your game, but we also hope to investigate tourism. Cuba has loosened its borders and many countries now make use of our—I’m afraid aging—resorts. We are hoping we might be the bridge for expanded holidays on a safe and remote island where all the conveniences of a major resort are also provided.”
“That’s an interesting proposition, Orlando. This was formerly a popular Caribbean holiday spot but since the previous owners were all… removed… we have been reconditioning rooms and making space for certain select members of our crew.”
“Which brings me to my purpose,” Dakota said. “We would like to relocate our entire production company here. Miss Molly?”
“California has been the capital of the porn industry for as long as any of us has been alive,” Molly said. “But it is no longer safe for our starlets. We propose to move a portion of the industry to the island as a safe location. That would include the immigration of as many as 200 women to the Independent Island Nation of Anouilh.”
“That would be difficult for tourism,” Perez said.
“Not really,” Dakota answered. “It would simply appeal to a certain kind of tourism.”
“I think we should all enjoy our drinks and a meal provided by our fine staff here at the Anouilh Resort and leave business to more formal meetings tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll try to arrange more introductions.”
“There is one of your team I would like to meet,” Major Thom said. “And my interests in trade extend well beyond this island or your game. I am now to be your principal contact in the Confederacy, replacing Centurion Oswald, who has chosen to emigrate.”
“Are you really going to let someone like Andrea have your cherry?” Dakota asked as she leaned on me on the way to her room. “You know you look a lot better to the women I brought than most of the men they’ve had to work with. Even Miss Molly would be happy to take one for the team instead of letting Andrea have it.”
“Gee, thanks. I can’t tell you how enthused I am. I’m not laying down for the Confederacy to fuck, no matter how sexy and flirtatious she is. You know they manufacture them up there? You just go to the replicator and ask for Tori Black. Thirty seconds later, she’s naked and sucking your dick.”
“I don’t think it quite works like that, but you’re probably right. Andrea could’ve been a cow and Confederacy med tubes turned her into the supermodel she is. Just think, though. Our girls have all that and haven’t been enhanced,” Dakota giggled.
“How much have you had to drink, Captain?”
“One short of taking you to bed and doing you myself.”
“Care for a nightcap?”
“Devil. This is my stop. See you tomorrow afternoon. I hope none of our visitors want to talk business before noon.”
“Let’s plan to shoot a hand to hand scene tomorrow for entertainment,” I suggested. “I’m going to push some deals.”
“You got it, Boss.” Dakota left my arm and lurched into her room. Damn!
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