Paste and Honey Issue 4: A Thief Among Thieves!

Sue walked with confidence down the halls of the Starship. She was turning heads, and loving every minute of it. Not everyone got the nights off, and various people in lab-coats and jumpsuits roamed the halls. Honeypot gave the men winks and blew them kisses. It was hilarious to Sue. She walked right into the open door of Marsha Rosenberg's room. It was a very girlie decor. Pink everywhere from the bed, to the bathroom, and pink satin couch. The whole pink motif was more gaudy than Sue's own hair.

“You ready?” Sue called to her friend, seeing the closed bathroom door.

She heard a commotion from the bathroom. “Give me ten minutes,” Volcana yelled.

Sue sat on the couch, and immediately reached for her purse to grab a smoke. Shit, was she addicted. She couldn't smoke here, and simply shouldn't, but damned if she didn't want to. I may have to cut back, she told herself. Her vision caught the television across from the couch. Most rooms, were all laid out similarly to Sue and Trapster's. It was a news-feed from Shadow City, one of the more human planets in the Zone. Shadow City held a large sway across the zone, as a major economic and military power, one of the only ones outside the Collective homeworld, Baluur, and Annihilus Space. Sue grunted seeing Shadow City socialite and millionaire Nefer Neith Sinué, otherwise known as Rosetta Stone accepting an award for philanthropy. If only the public knew about her extracurricular activities with her associate Jomo Kimayne (the “hero” known as Lockdown), they might think otherwise. The Fantastic Four had been brainwashed and imprisoned by the pair, in their effort to hunt the team. Locdown saw himself as a **** to be reckoned with and used them as patsies to hone his powers and skills. Luckily, Sue had rarely crossed there paths, and this time, when she did, they had not recognized her.

“I'm ready,” Marsha Rosenberg appeared from the bathroom. She had on a long flowing white sundress with white strapped cork high-heels. Her big black hair was brushed to the back. She looked rather gorgeous, Sue thought to herself. She could really show her curves nicely. “Where is Carolyn?”

“I am right here Ms. Rosenberg,” the scientist answered from the door.

The girls turned to see Carolyn Trainer in a blue drab pants suit.

Sue stood up scanning the doctor up and down, “Oh dahlin,” she crossed her arms making a tsk-tsk sound. “No...no...that won't do.”

Marsha laughed, “She looks fine!”

Carolyn's head went down, trying to understand what the meant. “I don't see the problem!”

Sue laughed, “This is a girl's night out, not a meeting!”

Lady Octopus was still confused. “I apologize, if I don't have the wardrobe or the mentality to dress as you Ms. Honey.”

Volcana's eyes went wide at the jab to Honey. She had seen her friend get in large men's faces for worse.

Sue just chuckled. “I'm gonna let that slide hon, and I'm gonna one up you and do you a favor.” She exited the room, and walked quickly back to her own room. Sue saw something in Carolyn that reminded her of herself only months ago. Too stodgy, to uptight, to tense. Sue had found the benefits of letting loose a little, and the confidence that came from appreciating the body you were given. It was time to show another frigid woman, just how fun being “sexy” could be. She grabbed a few things, and a pair of shoes and walked back to Volcana's living space.

She handed the clothes to a stunned Carolyn. “I can't...I don't think its appropriate!”

Sue shook her head, “When you're hanging out with Honeypot, expect the inappropriate!” Damn, Sue thought, what a good tagline.

The girls spent the next half hour helping Caroyln get dressed. Sue helped her put on some green eye-shadow, and some red lipstick that wasn't too brazen.

Sue stepped back and nodded at their success. Dr. Trainer had on a tighter gold top, not too revealing. She wore a green pleated skirt around her waist. On her feet were Sue's shortest heels, still adding three inches of height. Everything seemed to fit the slim form of the young woman well.

Volcana was smiling warmly. “You look amazing!”

“Why the green and gold,” Carolyn asked holding the skirt in her hand.

“You're Lady Octopus dear,” Sue stated. “I been doing this a while, you want to stick to your colors!” As they left for the bar Sue added, “you can keep the heels. I don't need any heels under five inches. I don't need anything at all under five inches.”

They all laughed at her insinuation. “Honey,” Volcana joked, “I don't think you'd TOUCH anything under five inches.”

Sue smiled. She loved being seen as the slut.

As the hour dragged on the girls found themselves at the Gold Bar, getting served drinks. It was doubtful they'd pay for drinks. Everyman who stepped in the bar came up to talk to them. There wasn't too many women to choose from, and these three were far and away the quality on the ship. Sue and Marsha got to know Carolyn, and she began letting her hair down so to speak. **** will do that to a girl, Sue had told the doctor.

Peter “Mica” Corbeau and his group eventually showed up. The young scientist was dumbfounded when he saw his colleague Carolyn Trainer looking like the proverbial million bucks. When he saw her glance over at him and smile, he looked down. She was with Honeypot and Volcana, and all three were making the otherwise controlled young man uneasy in his own jeans. He hated Honeypot, but FUCK she had a body. Anyone could see that, especially since she showed it off daily. The others in his groups fawned over the “slut”, but Mica had eyes for Dr. Carolyn Trainer.

He swallowed his pride and walked up to the bar. “Hi Dr. Trainer,” he nodded, standing to her left. He was pretending to order a drink, just to get close to her and talk.

“Hi Peter!” the red-head smiled. “How's your work with....”

Sue caught a glimpse of the young man next to Lady Octopus. “Well Mica, I didn't know you were old enough to drink?”

“Mica?” Carolyn asked about the nickname.

“There already is a Peter, a far more manly one. Mica is easier,” Sue said with a wink. She could see the young man was getting upset. “Calm down BOY! Have some fun for once.” Sue ordered everyone a shot. Volcana and Sue took there shots immediately, but Mica and Trainer just stared. They were not drinkers.

“You drink them guys,” Volcana laughed rolling her eyes towards Sue.

The two more experienced girls watched, and when the straight-laced scientists took their shots together, both girls cheered and clapped.

“You look lovely,” Mica said complimenting Carolyn. He looked to her back, and could see the outline of her surgical implant hook-ups. “I mean, I've never seen you like this.”

“Thank you Mica,” Carolyn began to turn red.

For the next several minutes Mica and Carolyn chatted. It was nice. Mica felt himself brim with new confidence. He had heard about such things from drinking. Usually, he stopped after one drink. Now he felt light headed and quite carefree. He was a novice with drinking, and when the second shot came, it hit him hard. He began to sway softly, unnoticeably at first. He had heard a lot about drinking, but never experienced the side effects. He had so much confidence, he thought of asking Carolyn out, maybe on the next shore leave.

“Carolyn, would you like,” he swayed back, “to maybe,” he was stumbling with his words.

“What is it Mica?” Carolyn was actually handling the **** much better. Lady Octopus wasn't a drinker, but she rarely was affected negatively by **** or medication. Maybe it was because she was so thin and just peed it all out.

Mica was trying to gain his words, when Honeypot leaned over the table to point at a bottle of **** she was requesting. It caused her ass to sway towards him in those impossibly tight pants. What were they made out of, Mica thought. Could unstable molecules cause such a mirage, or was her ass just that perfect. He shook his head trying to get the cobwebs out, but his eyes remained on the ass that seemed to come closer. Had he never noticed how nice Honeypot's ass was? Did **** make one more perceptive, the scientist hypothesized. The answer, as anyone would tell you, is no. It was simply making the low tolerant drinker horny.

“You were saying Mica?” An unamused Carolyn Trainer noticed where he was looking.

“Oh,” Mica swayed, “Uh...yeah...do you want to get a drink...sometime.” He got the words out. “Like a date or something!”

“Are you sure you want to go on a date with me? Or are you asking Honeypot's ass out!” The Lady Octopus was not happy. It was clear. “You should go to your room Mica.”

He stumbled off with a a red face, as his friends laughed from the lounge area. They had watched the whole thing.

Sue flipped her head towards Mica, and then back to Carolyn. The Honeypot had struck. Sue hadn't even intended the outcome. It made her feel somewhat remorseful. Then her eyes caught a new patron, as Ethan Crane walked into the lounge area. He sat alone in on a couch with a notepad, and looked over a drink menu.

A feeling of anger welled up in Sue. She knew what she had to do. It was time for Honeypot to play this out.

Sue picked up her drink and told the girls to come with her as she made her way to Crane.

Time to go to work.

Peter Corbeau, or Mica as they were calling him, walked down the hallway, stumbling. “FUCK the slut,” who normally never swore was livid. “Calling me Mica, and swaying her ass,” he was mad at Honey. But that ass though, he told himself. He like Trainer, but for some reason at that moment he had focused on Honeypot. Why was he being so stupid. “THAT FUCKING ASS!”

“It'll get ya kid. It always does,” a gruff low voice spoke. Mica turned around to see Peter Petrusky the villain known as the Trapster, a man who quite honestly scared Mica to ****. He was bigger, stronger and far taller than Mica. When the man put his arm on Mica's shoulder and pulled him close, he almost fell over. “Kid, you just need to know how to treat a woman,” he slapped the young scientist's back hard, and again Mica almost doubled over. “Women like Honeypot and your doctor friend there can act all tough, but in the end they just need a good fucking!”

“I...I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Petrusky!” Mica tried to move away, but was still in the man's firm grasp.

Trapster began walking, puling the boy with him. “What I mean, is that when I first met Honeypot...oh boy was she a bitch...wouldn't give me the time of day...kind of uptight like that Lady Octopus you had your eyes on back there.”

“What does that have to do with me sir?” Mica was afraid, as the villain led him down the halls of the ship.

Peter Petrusky wasn't going to hurt the kid. Far from it, he wanted to take the little nerd under his wing. Help him out. “I mean you got to be assertive. Like I said, when I first met Honeypot she was all stuck up and snobby, married to a nerd like yourself. I swear, when I hit..on her, she almost tried to kill me. Acted like she was better than me. Wore pants suits and loose clothes hiding all that you just saw.”

Mica was actually interested now, “What...what changed?” He walked beside the imposing villain.

“I knew what the woman wanted? What she needed!” Trapster pointed to his room, and motioned for Mica to enter.

The young scientist, drunker than he thought he was, and letting his guard down walked into the room. He was eager to hear what this man had to say. Was it true? Had Honeypot, the biggest slut on the ship once been like Carolyn Trainer? How was that possible, after seeing who she was now? “What is it that she needed?”

Trapster walked over to the couch, and brought out a small rolled joint. It looked like a cigarette or weed but it wasn't. It was an plant from Arthos, completely illegal that was smuggled outside of Annihilus Space. It made human male's libido's fire up like an engine. He lit it up and took a haul. He then offered it to the kid scientist. What was this kid, early twenties? When he was that age, he was stealing cars.

“Well,” Mica sat on the bed, and grabbed the small joint, afraid to refuse, and eager to hear all this criminal had to tell him, if it helped getting Carolyn. He had no idea how to talk to women. It seemed this man knew something. “What did she need?” He asked and took a short inhale. It filled his lungs, and burned. He coughed and coughed, his lungs burned like they were on fire. His eyes watered and he handed it back to the Trapster.

“Like your friend Dr. Trainer,” Trapster took another drag off the joint, “Honeypot just needed to be shown how to have a good time and let her hair down.”

Mica coughed again, and regained his composure. His head began to spin in a funny way, but it was rather enjoyable. He was now hanging on every word the Trapster said. “What did you do sir?”

The Trapster laid his head back and grinned. “I fucked her!”

Back in the bar, ten minutes ago...

Sue walked slowly, and as seductively as she could towards the scrawny Ethan Crane. He looked up from his papers to see the three women approach him. “Ms. Honey,” he nodded nervously, “Ms. Rosenberg,” he then saw the last women, “Ms Trainer? To what do I owe the company of such lovely women?” The man gave them his best smile, which to Sue came off lecherous as always.

Susan sat right next to him on the couch. Volcana and Trainer sat in the two seats opposite them. She was disgusted at being this close to the worm. How things would be different if she came out and said who she really was. The fact that she was letting this slug of a man this close made her retch, but she had to do it. “We are just so bored Mr. Crane”. She crossed her long legs, and dangled her foot close to his. “All the guys here are such losers!” Sue put her hand softly on Crane's forearm,“Volcana, Carolyn, you know Ethan right?”

Carolyn Trainer was not amused, it seemed Honey was throwing herself at this man. “I do know Mr. Crane, yes.” She sipped her vodka tonic wondering were Mica had gone off to. She was worried about how drunk he was.

Marsha Rosenberg was remembering what Honey said earlier about setting things up with this man and herself. It seemed Honey was zoned in on him herself. A brief feeling of jealousy overrode the large woman's rational senses. She held out her hand daintily, “Of course I know Ethan.” He shook her hand.

Lady Octopus was annoyed, and buzzed, she excused herself and went back to the bar. She wasn't going to watch these women throw themselves at Ethan Crane. She politely asked if anyone wanted a drink. Honey asked for shots, but Volcana said she had too many. Honey then put up two fingers and winked at Crane.

“So I hear you are like, totally good with numbers,” Sue put her arm around the back of the sofa, not far from Crane's shoulders. She crossed her legs towards him, hoping the man would sense her body language. It still made her skin crawl being near this man, but it was part of her plan.

Ethan Crane felt like he was on cloud nine. The two hottest ladies on this ship were all over him. He brimmed with confidence. “I am a pretty astute accountant.”

Volcana pointed her finger at him playfully, “Don't be coy, I heard you were THE accountant for the Fantastic Four!” She smiled at the thin man, who now ran his fingers through his mustache.

Sue clenched her fist behind Crane. She could just smack him right there. Who would care? Instead, left hand came up and patted Crane's vest. “I think guys who are smart are cute!”

What a strange thing for Honey to say, thought Rosenberg. “You HATE smart guys Honey!” She slapped her friends knee kind of forcefully.

“Nuh-uh,” Sue played the ditz card perfectly. She was rubbing the man's chest, and twirling her finer over the coat pocket.

“Yeah, you call them all nerds Honey!” Volcana was trying to make Honey look bad, it was an old tactic for a female. In Volcana's mind, there was a little competition going on for this man's affection. Was he attractive, not really, but she was caught up in the fun game. Guys always stared at Honey's body, so she just wanted to know she could still get a man herself.

Sue held her black platform heel high in the air, just in Crane's view. “Are these heels too long, or not long enough,” she twirled her foot around seductively.

Crane looked at her foot dangling, and followed it almost hypnotically. There was something about Crane that few knew, he had a foot fetish. He loved heels, and toes, and feminine feet. His cock began to come to life as Honey's feet danced in front of him. “They're perfect,” he muttered dreamily.

Volcana picked up this new “attack” in her little war with Honey. She reached down and rubbed her calves, which had the white strap of her heels around them. She asked, “Your heels are too slutty Honey, mine are more lady-like, aren't they Ethan?”

Ethan's eyes darted back and forth. For a foot fetishist, this was heaven, having two gorgeous ladies display their wonderful heels and feet. His cock began to strain in his slacks. “They're both rather nice,” Crane answered, a bead of sweat coming down his red face.

Volcana stood up and waved for Ethan to move over. She sat to his left. The girls were twirling their feet on either side of him. He adjusted himself to allow his cock some room in pants that seemed far too tight at the moment. “I for one DO think smart guys are hot!” She looked over Crane's head to Honey and stuck out her tongue.

“All right,” Honey said, “whatever!” She stood up and swatted at Volcana jokingly. “Do you need a drink, I don't think Lady Octopus has enough arms right now!” She laughed pointing to their friend at the bar. She sauntered over and grabbed the drinks from the bar, and apologized to Trainer. “It won't be long, sorry, I'm trying to get Volcana laid,” she laughed and brought the drinks back. She set them on the table, and watched as Volcana was whispering in Crane's ear about something.

“You two stop getting along so well,” Sue said, “I'm going pee, but when I get back the two of you better NOT be acquainted!” She pointed to Volcana and then Crane and waved her finger “no”. Sue walked out of the lounge area, and turned to see no one was paying attention. She kept walking right by the restrooms and moved to the hallway. She flipped the key card in her hand up to inspect it. During her time “flirting” with that worm, she had swiped it while he watched her foot. Sue knew about Ethan's foot fetish, even if he never admitted it. She remembered board meetings where he would stare for hours down at her feet. It made her skin crawl to the point she wore boots instead of heels. The theft was easy, thanks to some lessons in pickpocketing with the Trapster. A little slight of hand, while he was enthralled by her feet did the trick, she just pulled it from his pocket. Even Marsha was too busy to notice. She hated to admit how hot stealing made her. After heists, she'd usually be on her knees eagerly sucking Petrusky's cock as she fingered herself. She knew it was wrong, but at least this time it was for a good cause.

She knew what she had to do now. Here, with this collar, she couldn't use her invisibility powers. Even if the Trapster gave her the control remote, she risked setting off alarms if the ship had been programmed to detect the Fantastic Four's powers, as she suspected. The stress hit her again like a ton of bricks. She had to expose all this, and Crane was the key. She started walking towards his office, and fear began to build in her. Could she pull this off? Did she have time?

Her wrist communicator buzzed. It was the Trapster. “Need some pussy, lets go dollface! Get that ass over here”. He sure was straight to the point. She stopped and turned to look down the hall to their living quarters. Did she have time? The ****, and the flirting, and the stealing had all got her worked up pretty good. “You got time for dick Honey!” Sue said. “Always got time for some dick,” she laughed. She picked her head up, and the stress was gone, knowing she was going to get laid caused a new rush of adrenaline.

She saw the open door to their room, and Trapster was in his maroon and gold uniform, matching her outfit perfectly. He was standing there wiping off his paste guns. She noticed the door to the bathroom was open slightly. He had the meanest and nastiest look on his face, and it made Sue's knees weak. In his mouth was one of those 'joints' they smoked. It had the smell of burnt cinnamon toast.

She hadn't seen him since the “gloryhole”. In fact, she hadn't “seen” him then. Her feet seemed to move on their own and she flung herself up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his back. He caught her with his strong arms, and held her. He held the paste gun against her back to hold her in place. She grabbed his face and kissed him passionately, her thug lover as sexy as all hell to her. His free hand, with the joint between his fingers, found its way to her ass and he squeezed it. There kissing was ravenous, tongues swirling out of their mouths twisting and turning around each other. Smoke billowed from Traspter's lips, right into Sue's mouth. The **** hit her system, and he pussy quivered. It made her so hot to think she was sucking face with this villain as he held her up like the a strong tough stud.

“Bend over,” Trapster set her down, and pointed to the bed.

She did as she was told putting her hands onto the bed, bending at the waist. She swayed her ass, the tight leggings shining in the light of the room. I'm gonna get so fucked, she smiled looking at the wall as she slowly moved her ass back and forth. She expected to get a quick hard fuck and get back to work. Just like earlier. Fuuuuck, Sue thought counting how many times they had sex this day alone. What was it, the fourth time? It wasn't even late. How much time did she have? She doubted she could explain to Petrusky, and doubted he would care.

She was surprised when Petrusky slowly pulled her pants down over half her ass. She felt a smack on her ass, and she fell slightly forward. “Ooooo,” she cooed licking her black lips. This was new. The waistline of her pants was pulled further down, and she felt the cool circulated air on her ass. Her black thong provided little if any cover.

“You been a good girl?” Trapster's low gravely voice hit her ears.

Sue shook her head, “No baby...no way...I've been bad!” This new game was sending Sue's libido into overdrive, coupled with the **** and ****. She waved her ass even more slowly.

THWACK! Trapster's hand came down on her ass.

“Ooooooooooooo,” Sue began cooing loudly. The smack left a fire around her butt that burned right down to her pussy, making it even wetter than before.

“You were a good girl once, weren't you?” Trapster taunted her.

Sue was so aroused by this new game being played out, she forgot about her personal mission. “I was,” Sue responded, “I used to be such a goody two shoes stuck up married little bitch!” She couldn't believe what she had just said, and had referenced that she was married. It all felt so right at that moment, like it was the only proper response.

THWACK! Another strike to her ass, this time harder. Sue felt her ass burn, but it only excited her more. She gripped the sheets tightly in her clenched hands. She felt her tight pants pushed down to below her knees.

“Are you a good girl now?” Trapster teased her, his finger went under her ass to feel the heat of her sex. She was practically dripping in his hands. Sue felt his index finger and middle finger rub her warm wet folds. It felt wonderful.

“Oh god,” Sue moaned. “Oh god no,” she answered. “I'm sooooo bad....” She was pushing her ass back, eager to get the spanking she felt she deserved for what she was saying, and how she was asking.

Trapster ran his fingers up and down her soft wet slit, he began a slow rhythm and when he felt her ass move back onto his fingers, he picked up the pace of his motions. “And what changed?” He asked.

“I got fucked SOOOOOO good!” Sue seemed to know exactly what to say, and it even surprised her. She heard the belt of Trapster's trousers as he began to push his pants down. Another flow of juices welled inside Sue in anticipation of what was to come. As the head of his cock entered her sopping pussy her head fell down, “oooohhh goddddd!”

“And who fucked you so good?” Trapster provoked her, as he pushed her hips down, to allow him better access to her pussy. He slid another three inches of his cock into her hot wet cunt.

“THE TRAPSTER!” Sue shouted as she winced from the feeling of being filled with a huge cock from behind. Another few inches sunk deeper into her womanhood, and Sue's knees shook. From this position, he was quite literally filling her entirely, and her wet walls seemed to pull his cock deeper and deeper. “OH GOD!” She screamed, not caring the door was open. She was the “whore” after all. “THE TRAPSTER FUCKS ME SO GOOD!”

Petrusky grabbed her waist and began to just thrust in and out of Susan's glorious pussy. He was ramming his cock hard and deep now. “Are you a good girl?” THWACK! He spanked her ass as he fucked her pussy.

“NO!” Sue began bucking her hips back at the fantastic cock slicing in and out of her, trying to keep pace. “I'M A FUCKING BAD LITTLE BITCH!” She gritted her teeth, slamming her hips back to meet his thrusts. “I'M A FUCKING DIRTY LITTLE WHORE!” She shouted, her eyes rolling in her head, tongue licking her lips, and her hands in a **** grip with the sheets.

“Whose whore?” Trapster spanked her again. “SAY IT BITCH!”

Sue's head flung up as and orgasm began to burst from her loins, “I'M THE TRAPSTER'S BITCH! HIS FILTHY LITTLE FUCKTOY!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, wanting people to hear. “AAAAHHH! AAAAAH!! FUCK ME!” She was cumming hard on the Trapster's dick.

Trapster grunted as he humped away at Sue's pussy. “Are you a goody two shoes now bitch?”

“NO!” Sue cried out, “NO! I'M A VILLAIN!” The word wasn't right. “A VILLAINESS!” She corrected herself, and saying it out loud caused her to cum again. “FFFUUUUCCCK!” She was rubbing her hips in circles as Trapster was buried to the hilt inside her. He wasn't even asking anything anymore, but Sue was too caught up in the naughty new game. “I'M THE TRAPSTER'S BIMBO VILLAINESS!” The words felt so wrong, but seemed so right.

“FUCK YEAH!” Trapster's hand were on his head, just letting her body and pussy do the work. His cock spurted deep inside her, cum began oozing from their union. “I got the best side-kick in any universe!” He pulled his cock from her, it dripped cum and Sue's juices.

Sue got on her knees, her pants now bunched up offered her some padding. She began to jerk his cock and lick his balls. “Sidekick?” She asked looking up at him with a look of feigned anger. “Partner more like!” She licked his shaft and began cleaning him. “Or maybe girlfriend?” The words jumped from her mouth. She wanted to take them back, but she couldn't. She was married. Married woman didn't have boyfriends. Right? Why did she care, she thought as she sucked his tip in, getting the last drops of cum in her mouth.

Above her Trapster was puffing his joint again. “Yeah,I don't do labels dollface!”

Sue jumped to her feet. “Fine,” she said pulling up her pants, and fixing her clothes. She stuck her ass out at the Trapster. “I know what you want, you don't do labels, I don't do anal.” She stuck her tongue out at him and walked to the open door. Before she left she swung the door to the bathroom open. Peter “Mica” Corbeau was standing there with his thin cock in his hand cum drenching his fist.

“Hope you had as much fun as we did!” She pushed him aside and grabbed her lipstick to fix the damage Trapster's cock had done to her perfectly made up face.

Standing next to Honey, in her heels, Mica felt like a kid. She seemed far older than him now, and that was probably because of the embarrassment. She didn't even pay him attention as she adjusted her lipstick in the mirror.

“I'm sorry Ma'am,” he looked down, unable to meet her eyes in the mirror. “Mr. Trapster was showing me...”

Sue smacked her lips. “Oh,” she finally gave him a look in the mirror, “I KNOW what he was showing you.” Sue washed her hands and wiped them off on a towel. “You're not gonna get close to pussy standing in a bathroom jacking off kid!” She walked out of the bathroom, and Petrusky was on the couch smoking his joint and adjusting his paste guns. “What're you the love doctor?”

Petrusky shrugged, “Kid needs help. Thought I'd show him a thing or two!”

Sue stopped, and turned to see Mica, the young scientist pull up his pants. She walked over to him, and wiped some lint off his shoulder. “You want to get laid kid,” she told him, “You gotta carry yourself with confidence. You see how that asshole just fucked me!”

Mica nodded, feeling like all his PhDs meant nothing around these two now. He was just some dumb grad student who couldn't get laid. “Yes Ma'am”.

She pointed to the Trapster, “Guys like him ooze confidence, and having a big dick doesn't hurt!” She actually felt bad for the kid. “Despite his shortcomings, Peter Petrusky here knows a thing or two about getting pussy, so listen to him”. She walked out the door, “Hell, he keeps getting in my pants!”

Mica stood motionless. He didn't know what to do.

Trapster handed him the joint. “See what I'm saying....you gotta be firm with these uppity bitches. They need the dick, they just don't know it!”

The young scientist sat down and took a drag which made him cough again.

Sue walked with confidence again, the stress from earlier long gone. She checked her watch. It hadn't actually lasted more than ten minutes. She still had time. Picking up her pace the best she could, Sue walked through the halls of the ship. It took her another three minutes to reach the office areas. She had very little time. She made her way to Crane's office, checking to see if there were cameras pointing to the office. There was a rotating camera on the far wall, if she could wait til it made another turn, she could come around the corner and slip into the room. She watched the camera sway, and saw her chance. Sue darted to the door, and flashed the keycard over the lock area. The red light turned green, and Sue slipped into the room.

She only had a lighter to use for light. She was afraid to turn on the lights of the room. The small flame flickered as she moved to the drawers. She knew Crane well. He had files on his computers, but also had paper files to back those up. He was a meticulous accountant, even if also a criminal one. Using the keycard, she unlocked the top drawer. There were dozens of files. Her eyes looked over the names on the files. One titled “Work Orders” caught her gaze, and she grabbed the manilla folder and pulled it out.

Her fingers scanned the first work order. It was for a fleet of large industrial dump trucks. She gasped at the price, $6 million dollars. Her fingers moved down the page to see who signed for it.

Sue's heart sunk when she saw her own signature. It was clear as day, her name, Susan Storm-Richards, printed out with her signature below it. This wasn't a forgery. She knew her own handwriting. She had a unique was of making all the “S”s in her name capitalized in her signatures. Fear and anger filled her body. When had she signed these forms? Had they been mind controlling her the whole time? The image of Karisma came to her head. Did they know who she was? Was Trapster a part of this?

She put the papers back in the folder, and placed the folder back where she found it. She now had more questions than she had before. What was going on here? She needed to talk to Trapster. To see what he knew. At least she could trust him. Maybe a blowie in the hot-tub down in the pool area will get him to talk, thought Sue. The woman went to the window and watched the camera. When it pointed towards the far corridor she exited the room.

Honeypot moved fast around the corner before the camera had turned back. She walked right into a woman in a green dress, green high-heeled boots, a green hat, and a green veil covering her face. A long flowing green cape, with a yellow inner fabric fluttered behind her. Sue was filled with fear. It was Karisma!

“Can I help you Ms., Ms.,” the woman said as she stood feet from Sue. She couldn't tell what the woman was looking at under the veil. “I'm sorry, I don't believe I know your name?”

Sue turned her head to the side. Was this a game? A trap? “My name is Honey. Honeypo...”

The veiled moved up and down as if she were nodding. “Yes, Ms. Honey. You're the Trapster's ****!”

“Girlfriend,” Sue corrected her quickly, again not realizing why she had used that word.

“Semantics Ms. Honey.” Karisma walked slowly past Sue. “Whatever or whoever you are, you should not be here!” She pointed back towards the private quarters and recreation areas. “Women like you,” Karisma's veil looked over Sue's clothes, “have no need for what occurs back here in the office area.” The woman turned around the corner and was gone.

THE FUCK THAT BITCH JUST SAY, Sue angrily asked herself. “Women like me?” She was livid. Was that what “slut” shaming felt like. She'd have to be more careful and respectful back home on Earth. She realized that Karisma had no idea who she was, or at least made it appear so. Then how were they getting Sue to sign the papers? She walked back to the bar , her head spinning with questions.

She saw Crane helping Volcana to her feet. The two were laughing and Volcana was almost a foot taller than the small thin man. They were walking towards her. Sue acted quickly, smiling at them. “Well, you two hit it off, I'm jealous!” She winked at Volcana, and then held her hand up to give Volcana a high-five. She felt bad for using her friend in all this, and now she had “hooked” her friend up with a creep. Oh well, at least she's getting laid, Sue told herself.

Volcana moved to the bar to pay the tab. Sue walked up to Crane and whispered in his ear, “Suck her toes,” she spoke softly, “she loved that!” She patted the man on his vest and stepped back and pointed to Volcana, made a blowjob motion and pointed back to Crane whose bugged out.

“Get it girl,” Sue smacked Volcana's ass as she left with Crane.

Sue had managed to slip the keycard right back into the vest. Mission accomplished, but no answers. She sat at the bar, next to Carolyn who was sipping her drink. The young thin red-headed scientist was rather cute, in her own way. “So there is this guy Mica!” Sue said and Carolyn looked over eagerly.

It was time for Honeypot to go to work.