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Getting redressed

Myron stood rounding his desk. He walked towards her getting uncomfortably close.  Myron decided that he would get so close. He wanted her to smell him and feel the heat from his body.  He stopped, staring down at her. 

She looked down as well, following his gaze, and she blushed.  Myron was clearly mesmerized by her skin. This made Juniper embarrassed and pleased.

Myron looked a little too long, turned to walk back behind his desk.  "Put your dress back on." He ordered.

"I hope your curiosity is satisfied.  I have no marks."  She insisted. As she slipped back into her dress.

"You do not want to test me."  Myron said as he sat behind his desk. "You are crew now, that means when we go to fulfill my favor you will help."  

Juniper shifted on her feet. "Is that all?"

She showed herself

“Then, please, strip to your under things,” he smirked.

Not only did the crew physically trap her on the ship and computer controlled the doors, she was now verbally trapped by the captain’s clever question.  Now if she did not remove at least her dress, she would seem to be hiding something.  She had no choice.  What was worse, there was something naughty about having to show her body to this handsome man, she felt thrilled.  She turned her back to him, and slowly pulled her dress up and off. She tugged her panties up, managing to pull the oversize briefs over her belly button.  Juniper thought that this would cover the unsightly blemish, she was wrong.

Myron noted what she had done, and decided that he would take advantage of it.  Unlike Lana, the annoying woman who could not stop touching him, the young woman before him was definitely his type. 

He relished the way her figure flowed, from tapered legs to wide hips that belied her age. Her derrière was round, and firm. Myron noted her waist was not narrow, but was thinner than her hips.  The girl’s shoulders were the same width as her hips, and she held her neck gracefully with poise.  As she turned, her bound breasts matched her hips, full and beautiful. Again he noted her face; it was bright red with obvious embarrassment.  Myron’s eyes finally landed on her supple lips, which he thought looked slightly parted in obvious desire.

Juniper turned to face the Captain, frightened of him judging what he would see.  She wanted him to like her but didn’t understand why it mattered.  Something she had to admit to herself was that she felt more afraid he would find her ugly.  She could enjoy being ravished by this man, though she would die before admitting it.  He was attractive to her.  “There, now can I get my clothing back on?”

Rufusal

“No!”

Juniper’s eyes widened with shock.  She knew she had a mark, right on her belly button area.  Her skin had been colored an unnatural green there for as long as she could remember. She did not know why her naval was discolored but she certainly did not want the man before her to find or figure it out.

The captain was frowning, clearly not used to being told ‘no’ on his own ship.  “Is it modesty?”  He asked.

“What,” she replied, confused.

“Are you refusing to remove your clothing out of modesty, or because you have something to hide?”  Captain Myron further inquired.

“Modesty, of course.”  She replied unaware that her eyes told him that she was lying.

Inspection Request

Captain Myron entered a room off the command bridge.  He waited a few moments before rounding a large marble surfaced desk.  He sat down but did not offer Juniper a seat.  She stood there before him waiting for some kind of explanation for why he wanted her there in the first place.  As she waited she observed that Myron was looking at a monitor imbedded in the desktop.  His desk was simply designed but a very sturdy piece of wood furniture with marble top, a rarity for a space vehicle.  Juniper noted that his desk was bolted to the floor.  “Why do that?”  She inquired. 

Myron asked back, “Why do what?”

“Bolt the desk to the floor?  Doesn’t the gravity generators function all the time?”  Juniper stated, then she wanted to take back what she had just said. 

His gaze, when he briefly glanced up at her, told her that he did not want to address that, but he did say, “The time expense I went through to acquire this piece of furniture, makes me want to keep it nice in case those said generator cease to function.”  He paused looking up from his monitor.  

“Take your clothes off,” Myron ordered. “I want to see if you have any marks or tattoos that might tell us who you are or where you might belong.”

To love A Prince

The man drew his weapon fiercely and pointed it at the king.  It only took a few seconds for the man to realize who he was pointing a weapon at.  He re-holstered the weapon.  “I don’t think this was the way you wanted to come out to your father, John.” 

     The man, John, scrambled out of the bed, and swiftly buttoned up his shirt, “Sly that was not funny.”

     The king agreed, “I want that man executed,”  He bellowed again, “Guards arrest that man, he was, defiling the prince.”

     Sly smiled, he slithered off the bed. He was not concerned about what the king just ordered. The king turned shouting to the door.  “Guards! Arrest that man!”  He pointed his finger at Sly. 

     Sly grabbed for his weapon to point it at the King.  His reflexes were slowed by the wine he had drank earlier.  Or the guards were faster than he expected.  Being grabbed from behind, Sly's face slammed into the floor and a knee crammed into his back, he sputtered, “You Majesty, I love your son.”

     “Those words will have your death.” Sly heard growl above his head.  He was yanked off the floor, blood oozed from a cut along his forehead.  The king looked at him for a moment, and then turned to his now crying son. 

     Sly watched as he was drug from the room, and he heard.  “Father, don’t! I won’t marry that girl you have for me, if you set him free I will. But I will never do that if you kill Sly.  He is my life.”

     Sly did not hear what was said next, because he saw an opportunity to escape.  The guard had tripped on something and lost his grip on Sly’s arm.  Sly broke the guards grasp easily. He turned and punched the guard on his opposite side.  Dashing toward the king he ran past the man and jump onto the balcony that he knew was just outside some double French doors. 

     Sly then turned shouting over the shoulder, “I will ruin your kingdom, I promise you that, then the need for my lover to marry and get you an heir will never be an issue!” Sly jumped down then ran.  He escaped the palace with his promise firmly pressed onto his lips. 

A Gay Prince

     Walking into his son’s bedroom he found a sight that made bile creep up into his throat. The magenta bed curtains were pulled closed but the man could see another male kissing his son. 

     He was enraged.  His son, the heir to the throne, kissing another man, preposterous!  The prince was supposed to be looking for a bride, not cavorting with... this was an abomination.  The king stormed up to the magenta curtains to pull them back.

     The cold draft from the open door did not interrupt the lovers.  One gave a lower throaty giggle; the other firmly gripped the back of the other man’s head.  The king thought, 'men don’t giggle', as he let the curtain fall out of grip. Two men lay before him one with his shirt slightly unbuttoned the other still fully dressed and having a side arm holstered at his side. 

     Both did not look up, the one with the side arm drew a playful finger over the man's chest.  The king bellowed furiously at the sight, “Get out!”

Changing course

 “Lana, you know what to do.”  He ordered without instructing Lana.  He then turned his attention to Juniper.  “You must come with me.”  Stalking off, it was apparent to Juniper that she would follow.

"Lana will change course."  He said, "You and I will have a chat."

Communication with Jaz

Juniper stood her ground, “I think I can.  Captain, I have a little bit of currency, so you can drop me off at the nearest port.”

The Captain’s attention turned from Lana, to Juniper.  His black gaze softened, “No, I think I could use you on my crew.”

The woman left Juniper's side to stand near a monitor to the right side of Juniper.  “Captain Myron, you have a communication from Jaz.”

Myron rolled his eyes at Juniper, “I wonder what that man needs now. Patch him through.”

An image appeared in front of the captain, “Jaz, I don’t have time.  So make this brief.”  He ordered.

“I bailed your behind out many times and now I have a favor.”

“What do you want?” Myron asked.

“Okay, I need actors.  I have started a small acting troop only because to make a long story short I inherited my family’s theater.  That is why I contacted you.  Your current choice of employment requires a sort of deceitfulness or for the lack of better words you act.”

Myron responded, “I am not interested.”

“I will not take no for an answer.  Need I remind you of the amount of money I had to pay to bribe the judge to drop the theft . . .”

“Please say no more.”  Myron said with a hand held up.  “What planet is this acting opportunity on?”

“I knew you would see things my way.  Its on Center 3.”

The screen disappeared ending the communication.  

Seeing the Bridge

The green haired woman watched her for a few minutes, and then turned.  She walked over to a door. It slid open.  The woman turned and stared at Juniper waiting to be noticed.

Walking forward feeling a bit embarrassed by her behavior, Juniper muttered, "Nice ship."  She once again found herself following someone into strange surroundings. The green haired woman turned several corners before reaching an elevator door.  The woman and Juniper waited, and when the door opened both stepped into the elevator.

The door opened again, into a large room filled with monitors and buttons.  The man, whom the green haired woman called Myron, stood in the middle of the room.  He had braces on the side of his hips.  The man turned to look at who entered his bridge, at least that was what Juniper thought.

“What is she doing here?” The captain asked.

The green haired woman answered, “Good question.  Could you ask another one, maybe a little bit more easy for me to answer?”  She then gave Myron a huge I-am-just-teasing smile.

He did not look amused, “Lana, could you be more dense?” 

It was obvious that the man and woman had a conflict that Juniper did not know about. Juniper stammered, “I could just . . .”

Lana cut off Juniper’s statement and then finished it for her, “Leave?”  She laughed, “No, I don’t think you girl are going anywhere.”

Getting into a New place

The man turned looking quite annoyed at the question or was he annoyed about the whole situation.  Juniper could only guess at his mood but his statement did not clear her need to make a good decision. “You’re here aren’t you, so you are a new member of my crew.” He turned his back on Juniper and stalked off.

The green haired woman smirked.  “I guess you are my problem now but that is how Captain Myron deals with things.”  Her non-colored eyes took in Juniper.  “Well, are you staying or going?”  Then she added, “If you are staying know this, the captain is mine, even if he has not acknowledged it yet.”

Before Juniper could answer the loading door made sharp beeping noises then started closing behind her.  The ship lurched off of the ground, forcing Juniper forward into the green haired woman’s arms.  She gasped, “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Sure does look like it.” The green haired woman said it took her a moment to set Juniper back on her unsteady feet. “Well, come with me now.  I think I will take you back to our leader, then the Captain can tell me what to do with you.”

“I thought you just said he leaves these matters to you?” Juniper questioned.

A puzzled look crossed the woman’s face, “Oh, I guess I did.  Well, he will be my lover someday so he would have to start trusting me with matters, such as you.”

Juniper did not question the strange lady further.  She just stood there waiting for the green haired woman to take her wherever.  Looking around the bland cargo bay was her only entertainment while she waited.  The bay only had one shuttle in it.  The shuttle did not look big, but after all, what did Juniper know about shuttles.  What did she know about a loading cargo bay anyway, she just assumed that what she saw was normal.  There were boxes against one wall, on the wall that Juniper could see from the corner of her eye she saw netting.  Juniper was so into looking around she did not notice that the woman had moved.

Coming to the Ship

Juniper followed, she looked at her surroundings.  The corridor was only three feet wide and almost seven feet high.  The man, in front of her, filled the corridor.  He was a man with the broadest shoulders, Juniper had ever seen.  He wore a white linen shirt with tight blue cotton pants.  His boots came up to mid calf.  She liked what she had seen earlier and she now admired him from behind. 

The other thing she liked, his height.  From her vantage point he had maybe six inches before his head would touch the ceiling.  She followed behind him but sometimes she had to jog a little bit to catch up.  He opened another door, which looked like a carved out wall. Before the door were large cargo containers, Juniper watched the man walk around the cargo boxes. As she followed him she saw a large ship three stories tall and a couple football fields long by her first impression.  She strode with the man up to the ship and up the loading ramp.

A woman who had long green hair and yellow skin greeted him.  She hugged him. “You’re back.”

The man grabbed the woman’s hands and unwrapped them from his person.  “Yes, you think I left permanently Lana?”

“Whose the girl?” the green haired woman asked.

“A new crew member.” He stated dryly. He turned to Juniper. “Come with me.”  He ordered. 

Standing there in the opening of a loading ramp a decision had to be made.  Juniper knew she wanted off of this colony and away from her mistress but she did not know, so she asked, “What does becoming a crew member mean?” 

Meeting your future for the first time.

The door closed behind them.  Panting and pounding the man’s shoulder, Juniper did not know what to think about what had just happened.  “Put me down!  Put me down!”  She shouted over and over again. 

“Your wish is mine to give.” The man said sarcastically.  He slid her body off of his shoulder and gently settled her feet on the ground.  The man did not let her go.  “Do I get a kiss for rescuing you damsel?”

Her blue eyes burned into his black eyes.  She wanted to take a step back.  The man did have black eyes.  It seemed no light was allowed to reflect back at her, not even her reflection.  She stammered, “W-w-why should I give you a kiss.”  She then took in the rest of his face.  He had hard features, long brown eyelashes framed his eyes, and his nose fit his high cheekbones perfectly.  He had full totally kissable lips.  Again she was taken back, she did want to kiss him.

When he saw her change in demeanor from frightened, to curious to sensual, he wondered if she knew that her emotions could be read so easily.  He answered her question, “Because you want to feel my lips on yours, to taste me.”

 “Let go of me, you brute!”  Juniper said sternly.

“Well, from sensual to angry in one-point-two seconds. Wow! I never thought someone as beautiful as you would have such a temper.”  He chuckled.

She turned to storm away, but her dignified exit was stymied by a lack of knowledge of where to go.  It became clear to her fast that she had no clue where he had taken her.  For that matter she had no clue now on what she would do next.  Juniper turned to face the man again.  “Well, why did you take me here?”  She asked.

He smiled down at her, “Well, I saw this beautiful woman in rags running from the authorities and I . . . you don’t really want to hear an explanation do you?” He paused, “Why don’t you follow me back to my ship?” He motioned with his left hand for her to go down the empty blue corridor. He took off walking fast.

The Bustling Spaceport

     When she reached the bustling spaceport facility she took in the veiw.  She hardly ever was let out of the home of her mistress.  There hung a huge electric sign flashing above the entranceway of the port; it said “Kalawao Space Harbor”. She passed under the huge sign.

Smells and sights assaulted her senses. People walked up to counters with many brand name shuttle carriers, some Juniper recognized when she had left the Earth.  Southwest Shuttle Service, United Shuttle, Northwest Shuttle, and Delta Airlines Shuttle service were names on the signs above the counters in front of her.  The smells came from her left where a food court beckoned her hungry stomach. 

Juniper got in line for Southwest Shuttle.  She stood there for several minutes.  People walked up to the counter to punch into the touch computer screen, others talked to attendants.  Juniper waited for her turn. 

She was next in line when behind her she heard a woman shout.  “Constable, she is the servant that escaped my home this evening.”

Panicked, Juniper jumped out of line.  The voice was of her mistress.  She turned her head to see the colonies finest, the police, running after her.  She knew trying to leave that woman would be difficult.  

She dodged individuals.  Some stepped purposely in her way.  She brushed against those.  Her legs sprinted away from the counters and the food court.  She raced toward the departure gates. 

She saw the man before, she plowed into him.  He smiled down at her, and she was certain that the man would help the police since he did trip her.  She was wrong.  He lifted her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.  He then ducked into a cloth covered photo booth with her.  The inside of the booth that would have been a wall opened up and he slipped both of them through the tiny door.  

Off to Space Port

Leaving the home of her indentured service, Juniper did not know where she would go.  She still owed her mistress a year more in service. Thinking about where she would go and how, kept Juniper’s thoughts occupied.  

     It had been a mistake leaving the orphanage.  There were not many options for an orphan in the first place.  Juniper took the opportunity as she had seen it.  The lady at the time had a sweet face.  The lady’s kindness was offered to all of the orphan girls. 

     Juniper wanted so much to leave, the smells and lack of opportunities in the orphanage made her make a fool of herself for the lady.  She had made up stories, and entertained the lady. 

     The orphans had been told the woman lived on a colonial planet and was lacking a personal maid.  Juniper wanted to be that maid.  She got the position.

     Leaving that position, after years of insults and abuse was the easiest thing she had done. 

She walked down the main street lined with shops. Passing a mirrored window, Juniper turned her head to take in her appearance.  Her blue eyes had dark circles underneath them.  Her reddish blonde hair had streaks of brown racing through it. The face, the hair framed, was oval with pouty lips and a soft chin.  Some would probably claim that Juniper was attractive, but she did not think of herself as anything other than plain.

     Her clothing that her mistress had given her was below any quality of cloth or craftsmanship.  The dress had rips and stains all over.  She even saw where her rain cloak did not hide some undergarment peaking through some of the holes. 

     Her figure was well rounded, not plump but she was curves in all of the right places.  The last thing Juniper looked at were her feet, her shoes were the only things she had that were not worn. The shoes still fit her even when her growing had stopped.  Blue laces and white stripes down the sides were the only decoration on the brown leather.  They were comfortable shoes and Juniper took that for granted.

     She started walking briskly. The spaceport was still about three miles away.  She wanted to reach it before the time got so late that she would not be able to charter a flight off of the planet.  It took less than an hour to reach the port. 

 

Time to Leave

Juniper’s hands shook as she set down the tea tray.  She knew that her mistress had come home in a foul mood that evening.  When that happened, Juniper would be the direction that anger would be directed.  A little bit of cream spilled on the tray when she had set it down.  She took a corner of her torn apron to wipe the spilt cream off of the silver tray. 

     A door slammed behind Juniper.  She turned swiftly, still holding the corner of the apron.  Her mistress stood there tall and regal, but she had a glint of malice when she stared at Juniper.  Her mistress’ voice was cold when she addressed Juniper, “How dare you?”

     The apron cloth dropped out of Juniper’s hand.  “I’m sorry.”  Were the first words that always came out of Juniper’s mouth. 

     The woman crossed the room, lifted her hand and slapped Juniper’s now tear streaked face.  “Look at me when I am speaking to you!”  Her mistress screamed at her.  “I have to put up with such incompetent help.  You are a worthless piece of flesh Juniper.”

     Sobbing Juniper tried to get around the woman to escape the room.  The woman gripped Juniper by her upper right arm. “You will take that tray back to the kitchen.  You will get me a clean tray with fresh tea.”  The woman let go of Juniper’s arm.  “Be quick!” 

     Ducking past the angry woman Juniper left the bedroom she did not grab the tea tray on her way out of the room.  She did not go back to the kitchen to fetch another tray. Instead, she ran to the coat closet next to the grand front door. Grabbing a shabby pink rain cloak, ripped down the center of the back, Juniper raced from the house.

     Stepping outside Juniper breathed her first air of freedom in a long time.  Several space landing crafts came down in the spaceport off to the right of the home.  Juniper decided that this planet was not for her any more so she headed toward the port.