The trip is rather uneventful, save for an unexpected call.

The trip to the Dusk Quadrant was going to take awhile as it was way out on the rim of this galaxy, another reason most shady types frequented the area, so you had time to kill. A week or so, actually. You spent most of that time teaching your cheerful little Chlorophyte everything you knew about things. Though, really, that came down to stealing, shooting, fighting dirty and starship piloting and maintenance. Oh, and sex, but that was something she was already well-versed in (something you knew from a lot of fucking experience with her during the week).

Chloe, you found, was a quick learner. She was a deft hand at pickpocketing and sleight of hand, her movements graceful and agile enough that she would have made a pretty penny picking pockets on any inhabited world. She didn't seem to like fighting much, though you thought that was more because she didn't have anybody but you to practice with and she didn't like the idea of attacking you, even in practice. She took to shooting pretty well though as, using a holo-training sim you sometimes used to keep your skills sharp without putting holes in your hull by shooting actual slugs. She wasn't a bad shot, though you thought you'd have to find her a smaller caliber gun than what you had for her to use effectively. Although you didn't think little Chloe would actually have it in her to shoot anybody outside of the holo-sim, which was more of a game to her than anything.

Still, you taught her all you could and, in between lessons, you, of course, fucked like horny teenagers every chance you got. Honestly, the Chlorophyte was giving you a run for your money, libido-wise. There had been more than one time that you'd been in the midst of some other activity, working on the engine or checking navigation, and you'd suddenly found your flight suit being unzipped and your cock being fished out of your boxers to be placed squarely between Chloe's eager lips. It was a bit distracting, but, hey, could you really complain? The only answer to that, you believed, was fuck, no.

Chloe had just started sucking you off as you sat in your pilot's seat, her small, hot mouth sliding up and down your thick cock hungrily, when you heard the buzzing of the long-range comm unit going off. You furrowed your brow at that and looked at the console, not bothering to stop Chloe because, really, you didn't want to stop the horny plant girl from blowing you when she was so eager for it. Though you were sorely tempted when you saw the frequency and origin of the call on the display. You recognized the numbers and letters there on the console as the private line of the Big Man, the one who had hired you to deliver the crate that Chloe had been kept in before you'd let her free and fed her a heaping helping of your jizz.

You frowned and thought about ignoring the call, but you knew he would just keep calling you if you did. Eventually, he'd probably try and track you down, thinking the worst, so it would be better to nip this in the bud. Though you were loathe to talk to the man who had been in charge of selling a cutie like Chloe into sexual slavery. Not that you were exactly a saint or anything, considering the fact that you had the Chlorophyte on her knees in front of you, swallowing your cock down her throat and drooling around your meat sloppily, but, hey, you were better than the slaver himself, you figured.

You knew you couldn't put it off, though, and so you tapped Chloe on the head and she pulled off of you, looking curiously up at you for a moment. You put your fingers to your lips and made a shushing sound and she nodded slowly, mimicking the action and the noise before smiling cheerily at you. You weren't entirely sure she understood what you meant, but she seemed to understand well enough as she sat there on her knees, looking up at you adoringly and being obediently quiet...for now.

You took that moment of silence to press a button on the console, activating audio but no video on your comm. Almost instantly, the speaker crackled loudly into life with the Big Man's angry voice growling at you.

"HALLOWAY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?", the voice snarled.

"Whoa, whoa. Indoor voice, Big Man, all right?", you retort with a wry grin on your face, always at ease even when talking with the one who is most likely to kill you if he found out what you'd done, "Why all the anger, man? That ain't good for ya, y'know? Gonna give yourself coronary or somethin'."

"Shut the fuck up, Halloway! I don't have time for your bullshit! Where the fuck are you?! You were supposed to have delivered the package two days ago!", the Big Man demanded, "I swear, you spacer fuck, if you decided to fuck me on this deal..."

"Hey, hey, that's hurtful there, Big Man. Have I ever fucked you on a deal?", you reply.

"Not yet, but there's a first fucking time for everything.", he mutters, but the reminder that you (until now) had been a trustworthy asset to him calmed him a bit as he continued, "If you haven't fucked me here, Halloway, then you better have a damn good explanation for why you're late with the delivery!"

Oh, right. An explanation. You should have one of those, shouldn't you? That'd be helpful.