An old classic: pirate attack, with a side of misdirection

A lesser conman might have hesitated when asked for a direct explanation for the sort of situation you had gotten yourself into, especially when his dick was still wet from the ill-gotten sex fiend that was supposed to be cargo instead of passenger right about now. You, however, would be the first to say that there is nothing lesser about you. Of course, you're usually referring to your cock or your skills in the sack, but, since you probably can't fuck your way out of this, lying will have to do.

"Well, Big Man, lemme tell ya, it was a fuck of a thing. 'Bout three days out, I got ambushed by pirates.", you explain without missing a beat, giving a put upon sigh to sell the ordeal you'd been through, "I got lucky that they weren't really good shots 'cuz they almost got my engine with their first shot and that woulda been the end of things there. But they missed and that gave me the chance to fight back."

"You're full of it, Halloway.", the Big Man stated with incredulity, something that, again, a lesser conman would have faltered about, but definitely not you.

"Big Man, I swear, I was as confused as you are. I mean, this course ya had me on was an out of the way sorta thing, I noticed, and I reckoned that's 'cuz ya were tryin' to avoid this exact sorta thing. But it's like they knew exactly where I was gonna be 'cuz they'd positioned themselves perfect. I'm tellin' ya, if they weren't such piss poor shots, they woulda taken out my engines and taken this cargo for that Flint guy they were talkin' 'bout."

There was a pregnant pause after you said that, your bait floating out there to see if the Big Man would bite for a long moment before you heard him say, "What was that you just said? Flint? Where the fuck did you hear that name?"

You smiled to yourself as you could hear the sudden suspicion and concern in the Big Man's voice grow. Bait taken, it seemed.

"Flint? The guys who tried to take me out said it. See, we fought for awhile, but I managed to take out their engines. Thought about takin' 'em out once and for all, but then they hailed my frequencies with a surrender and an offer. They told me that they were hired by some guy named Flint. Said they were supposed to take this big ass crate I had and that they were gonna see a big pay day for it. They offered me the chance to split the take if I picked 'em up and went with their deal.", you say, spinning your bullshit yarn with the practiced ease of the smooth-tongued devil you know yourself to be.

"And you turned them down? What, out of loyalty?", the Big Man asked, again sounding disbelieving.

"Loyalty? Fuck no! Can't spend loyalty. I just know better than to cross ya, Big Man. 'Sides, your payday was better than theirs and I didn't have to split with nobody so it really wasn't much of a deal. I left 'em to drift and then had to get my ship to the nearest port for repairs. They might not have taken me out, but they damaged the ol' girl enough that I wasn't gonna make it far without repairin'. That's what delayed me.", you said with a chuckle, "Well, that and I got on the sweet side of this hot piece of Phyrellian ass while I was waitin'. I swear, Big Man, the fuckin' ass on this girl! It was..."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Halloway!", the Big Man curtly cuts you off (as you knew he would) while sounding distracted, "Fuckin' Flint? It couldn't be...fuck!"

"Somethin' wrong, Big Man?", you ask as innocently as could be.

"No! Yes...I don't know! It's none of your fuckin' concern, Halloway! You just get your ass back on track and get that crate delivered!", he orders you, seemingly buying your story or perhaps not sure enough to say you're lying, "I've gotta...gotta check on something. You just do your fuckin' job and that's it! Okay, Halloway?"

"You got it, Big Man! Halloway, out.", you reply as you cut off the transmission, smiling to yourself as you mentally congratulate yourself for your ability to tell a tale as tall as the one you just had.

You'd had a feeling that a weird mad doctor type like Flint probably wasn't the sort of person that one could truly know the thought process of or even expect loyalty from and you'd gambled on that when you'd put the name out there as the figure behind the imaginary attack on you. The Big Man, being a paranoid and suspicious asshole as most powerful crime lords were, probably didn't trust a crazy scientist sort, even if he could make him money. Actually, the Big Man didn't trust many people, but throwing a name he knew and probably especially didn't understand into the tale gave him somewhere to aim that distrust besides you and that would buy you a bit more time while he tried to look into the veracity of your tale and the likelihood of Flint actually backstabbing him.

And, right now, you would need all the extra time you could get, if you wanted to figure out how to straighten everything out while keeping your hide intact and Chloe free to not be a mistreated sex ****.

Speaking of Chloe, the pretty Chlorophyte had been staring at you with wide eyes while you were speaking and it was only a few moments after you had finished that she almost shyly came back to you and spoke with her wide eyes turned up towards you and her full lips in a delicate moue.

"Um, Master, can Chloe finish eating now? Please?", she asks sweetly, pointing to your still exposed prick and licking her lips to make it clear she was still seeking a tasty treat.

You smile to her fondly, moving a hand to her head to ruffle her "hair" affectionately...and to slowly push her head down. "Of course, little darlin'. You were such a good girl for me, how could I refuse ya?"

She gives a small cheer as she dives back down onto your cock, her plush lips sliding over your hot flesh once more as she swallows you down to the hilt. She goes to work, bobbing her head quickly as she milks your cock with her mouth and throat and you lean back in your seat with your hands behind your head and a pleased smile on your lips. Yeah, for all the trouble you were in for having tampered with Chloe's crate and letting her out, it was hard to be very down about it when you were getting serviced so skillfully and eagerly so much.

"Ah, fuck, just like that, Chloe. Just like that.", you croon as you settle back into your enjoyment of Chloe's oral talents while your ship continues onward towards Kate's doctor and, hopefully, some help in figuring out what to do.