Pussy Pirates
Chapter 11
Month 79—July in LA
“THAT WAS THE EASY ONE,” Dakota said. “The rest get tricky.”
“This must be what Confederacy Marines feel like when they’re on pickup duty,” I sighed.
“Yeah. Except Marines have surveillance, armor, stingers, and a gray wall to hold out the fruitcakes,” Dakota said. “We have individual pickups for those who can’t make a delivery point. But I think we can call most of the troops to one location. Your place is the most secure and out of the way. We can have the girls Uber to the pickup.”
“Why would girls come to a private home they know nothing about?”
“Um… Boss… Porn is only one of the ways this next batch of girls make their money. Problem is that being an escort is getting riskier all the time. They never know if they’ll be able to leave once they arrive. In this case, they won’t, but they’ll be happy about it. After we get set up, you can have Molly and one of your guys at the house to settle the girls and get them to the island.”
“Let’s use Tatts. The guys are still getting used to seeing girls and would make a mash of things if they actually had to talk to them. We can have them rotate on the greeting committee with one of the other girls on Anouilh.”
“Good thinking. Let’s get set up.”
Dakota and I stayed at the house until the first three escorts had arrived and agreed to evacuate. Molly felt we could step up the frequency from one girl an hour to two an hour and even call for a few doubles. Dakota agreed.
“So, we’re making deliveries now?” I was wearing a red and white striped shirt and hat. I looked like I’d just eaten the pizza I was supposed to be delivering. The bag was perfect for concealing the transporter disk. Dakota was similarly dressed and pressed her cell.
“It’s time,” she said when the call connected. “Pussy Pirates away.— No. Just come and open your door. We’re here now.” I heard a noise on the other side of the apartment door and it only opened to the extent of the chain, then closed and opened fully.
“Dakota? It’s true?” A rather plain woman was about half covered in body paint. The other half was covered… in nothing. She wasn’t a great beauty and had several tattoos that hadn’t been covered by paint yet, but my cock still responded to the bare pussy standing in front of me.
“This is it. Grab your bag and your computer. You can do your show from the island just like usual. There’s a tech ready to set you up and a room you’ll adore.”
“I should call Mom…”
“Do it from the island. You have to go now or don’t go, Bonnie.” The girl turned away as I spread out the transporter. Bonnie ran to the bedroom to get her laptop and camera. Everything else was in a bag by the door.
“This isn’t a trick to put me on a Confederacy ship as a slave, is it?” the girl asked as she looked at the disk.
“Bonnie, none of us are going to be slaves to anyone. This is our chance,” Dakota said. The girl smiled and stepped on the pad. I folded it up and we left the apartment while making like we were stuffing a twenty into our cash pouch. In the car, Dakota tapped her GPS and started to the next destination.
We ‘delivered pizzas’ all night and stopped at a drive-through for breakfast in the morning. Then we went to my house. No one was there and to all intents and purposes, it looked like two tired delivery people getting home from an all-night shift. I scanned the room and checked upstairs to make sure everything was still intact. Dakota and I stepped onto the concealed transporter pad and came out on the island.
Month 79—July on Anouilh
“BOSS, YOU’RE BACK,” Duck said. Wow. A very naked Misty jumped off his lap, looked at Dakota, and came to some parody of attention with her tits thrust out as Duck struggled to stand up with his dick tenting out his trunks.
“Captain! We were just waiting for any new arrivals. We weren’t actually fooling around.” Right at that moment, Duck groaned and a wet spot spread across the front of his trunks. We started laughing.
“What was our total for this run?” I asked, not giving Duck time to recover his composure. The geek sank back in his lounge chair and grabbed his tablet.
“Um… At 1400 hours we started receiving from the studio pickup. Miss Molly led seventy-seven girls in. We got them settled in rooms and connected before Molly and Tatts headed out for the transporter at your place in LA. They started coming in at two or three an hour until 0800 this morning. That’s four a.m. Pacific time. We took in twenty-nine escorts from that station before Molly and Tatts came home to sleep. Shortly after we started receiving escorts, we started getting pizza deliveries. In sixteen hours, we took in a total of sixty-five. I don’t know how you managed to get to so many locations in one night. So, that makes a total of 171 new girls in the past twenty or twenty-two hours.”
“And with fifty-eight girls already here, that makes a total of 229 rescues,” I said. “Um… Do I count you in that total, Captain?”
“Me and your twelve techs. 242?” Dakota answered.
“Ay-up. Is that all?”
“No. But I don’t think we need to fill this place to overflowing. We’re going to need some rooms for the paying customers in September. We’ve got a pretty short timeline to get things functioning like a space ship.”
I raised an eyebrow at her and glanced at the other two.
“You two can take off now. Good job on the receiving end. I’m sure the girls will start getting up and around pretty soon. It’s after noon already,” Dakota said. Duck and Misty said their goodnights and headed toward the elevator together. We walked over by the pool.
“I don’t think it’s a good thing to talk about the idea of a ship in front of the crew,” I said. “Some of those girls we picked up last night were almost panicked that we were sending them to some kind of Confederacy ship. We need to break the idea that we’ll have our own ship for Earth defense slowly. I don’t anticipate we’ll have 100% volunteer for space service.”
“I agree. But most of the girls who have been here more than a couple of weeks have figured out that they are recruiting players for real combat missions. When we introduced the first fighter planes last week, they had to start making assumptions.” Dakota heaved a huge sigh and leaned against me. “We have a couple of airheads, no question. But most of the girls aren’t stupid. They’ll be studying the game manuals you produce with as much or more intensity than they did their college textbooks.”
“That’s a good plan!” I said. I guess slapping my hands together startled Dakota and I caught her before she fell in the pool. “We don’t have sleep trainers for players. We need to set up a training program with a sexy college professor to deliver the material. This will be great. We can set up an entire simulator in one of the conference rooms and have her come in to deliver the lectures and reward good performance with her own performance.”
“Gretel!” Dakota said, getting into it with me. “We could have different styles. Not everyone would get anything out of a college lecture. But Gretel has a cosplay she does where she’s a German Drill Sergeant. A lot of guys get off on the discipline thing. She could deliver training, too.”
“KC Cutie,” I said. “She could deliver training dressed up in that sexy flight attendant uniform she has. The one that never quite covers everything.”
“You’re still pretty whipped over her, aren’t you, Boss? You need to make a move.”
“I can’t do that. She thinks I’m just a fat pig. I’m not going to try to pull rank and…” Whatever. It was just wrong. Each of the guys on the tech team had something that attracted the girls, whether it was Duck’s pocket-protector geekness, Silver Bullet’s boyishness, Master Chief’s muscle builder frame, or Space Cadet’s naïveté. My layers of fat didn’t make me especially lovable.
“Boss, you underestimate yourself,” a voice spoke from nearby.
“Ubie, are you eavesdropping?”
“I currently have 242 open channels of input, including you. I can’t help it.”
“So, all-knowing one, what am I underestimating?”
“We now have a functioning med tube. You could be eighty pounds lighter and more muscular by tomorrow morning. KC Cutie couldn’t resist you.”
“No thanks, Ubie. We agreed that changes would be slow and subtle, starting with health, strength, and reflexes. Cosmetic changes are low priority,” I said.
“I’m just saying…”
“No, Ubie. If she doesn’t want me the way I am, wanting me when I’m a hunk would be meaningless.”
“I’m exhausted,” Dakota said. “I don’t think we have anything that needs our attention for the rest of today. Let’s go to bed.”
“That sounds like quite an invitation, Captain.”
“When my dear wife Cali Wind gets settled down a bit and realizes every other person on the sh… game is not a rival for my affections, we’ll certainly be able to make that invitation official. We just all need to get settled first.”
We had two days respite before calls started coming in to Dakota’s cell phone. The first was a starlet in major distress.
“Dakota, it’s Summer. I’ve got to get out of here. I tried going to your office but everything was closed.”
“I’ve moved,” Dakota said. “What’s your problem? I’m not doing production work in California anymore.”
“That’s what I heard. You must have someplace safe. Can I join you?”
“Summer, I sent out an invite for earlier this week. Why weren’t you there?”
“I couldn’t. Leon was sick and I couldn’t just leave him with a sitter.”
“So, you want to come and join me, but you need to bring your son with you?” Dakota probed.
“Um… Yeah. Dakota, three girls in my neighborhood disappeared this week. We know the Confederacy isn’t operating in California, so it could only be the slavers. I’m scared,” Summer whined. She was usually a pretty sensible girl and hearing the distress in her voice clued Dakota in on the severity of her case.
“I don’t have anyone who can pick you up right now. Let me work on it and I’ll call back in an hour. And Summer, pack only what you and Leon can’t do without. There’s no room for more than the basics and your electronics.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Dakota disconnected and walked over to where I was meeting with Red Star and Space Cadet on the ship specifications. Just two days ago I was hushing her about mentioning the ship and now I was going over the specs at the pool where fifty naked girls were lying out in the sun. Of course, the girls just thought we were going over new designs for the game.
“We’ve got a problem, Boss,” Dakota said as she stepped up to the table. “Can I get a couple of minutes?”
“I think we’re good with what we’ve got here, Boss,” Red Star said. “Space and I can work with Ubie to fine tune the designs.” The two engineers stood and grinned at Dakota, who had adopted the standard dress code: Nothing. I was absent for a few seconds as I stared at her tits and almost reached out to suck one. She called my attention back to her problem.
“What is it, Captain?” I pulled myself back to reality.
“We’ve got a distress call from another camgirl. They’re beginning to freak out. How can we continue doing pickups?”
“Damn. Are we going to pull another all-nighter?
“I might have a better idea but you need to check it out. You’ve got a car in your garage, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So do I. What if we started our own Uber? We’d need to set up another portal somewhere to deliver people to so we aren’t constantly shuttling people to your house. It’s a wonder we didn’t spark some interest with all the call girls who came in the other night.”
“I’ve had Ubie monitoring the house. So far, it seems to be unnoticed. I should show up there again this weekend and mow the grass. That way people will think I’m still living there,” I said.
“So, the idea is that when we get a call, we send someone—one of the girls—through the transporter. She gets in your car and picks up the passenger and delivers her to the other portal. The passenger gets transported here and the driver goes back to base, where she transports back. The next time, the driver transports to my place and takes my car, dropping the passenger off at yours. It would be even better if we had more places, but most of the girls don’t own a house. A few owned condos, but those are more difficult to deliver in and out of,” Dakota said as she sat back. An equally naked Cali slipped up beside her and handed her a cold soft drink before starting to massage her wife’s shoulders.
I envied both of them.
“Okay. Let’s try it out with this one. I’ll go through with the driver and wait at the house. She can bring the passenger back there and we’ll make sure all the connections are closed. We can talk about setting up a second portal. Who do we send?”
“I’ll go,” Cali said. “I don’t really do much here since I’m not a performer. This would make me feel like I can contribute.”
“Oh, baby, you do contribute,” Dakota said. “I don’t tell you often enough how much I appreciate you.”
“I know you do, but this would be work I can do, and nobody would think twice about me going in and out of our house,” Cali insisted.
“I worry about you,” Dakota insisted.
“Just like I worry about you,” Cali said. “Now let’s set this up.”
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