An Orion slavegirl.

The alien prostitutes smiled warmly at Calvo and Gypsy as they evaluated the barely clothed females. On one couch a pair of felines wearing nothing but studded collars were entwined, caressing one another's lithe bodies. The catwomen purred with pleasure as they played. One with markings on her soft fur similar to that of a snow leopard beckoned with a clawed finger. Inviting one or both of the pirates to join her and her tiger striped companion. Calvo had once spent a night with a feline crewmate and remembered that though the sex had been intense, the claw and bite wounds had stung like hell for a couple of weeks. In a chair next to the felines a four breasted humanoid raised her glass in salute as Calvo's gaze passed to her. Thin gold chains linked her paired nipples.

"Mmmm, four breasts." Gypsy remarked. "Bit of a waste unless you have an extra pair of hands or a convenient friend though."

Calvo nodded in agreement and continued his choosing. An Andorran and an Oolan were in conversation, the Andorran's fingers lightly stroking the Oolan's thigh whilst her friend caressed her antenna. Beside them a green skinned Orion slavegirl was glancing shyly at Calvo and Gypsy, her hand suggestively playing with the tall thin glass she was holding. Gossamer thin silks clothed her sleek body and leather cuffs fitted with D rings were about her neck'wrists and ankles. Calvo took another drink as he watched the Orion, long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Her aerolea and nipples were jet black through the wispy silk covering her full breasts.

"It looks like you've already made your choice." Gypsy whispered in Calvo's ear. "Those Orion females need to be tied to get them in the mood, it's something to do with their culture. I had an Orion male as a lover once, he couldn't even get it up untill he'd bound me to the bed."

Calvo looked at the dark haired merc in surprise. He found it hard to imagine the sexually aggressive Gypsy taking a submissive role willingly, but then again he'd known other women who'd delighted in the feel of restraint and being dominated. Gypsy's eyes had come to rest on an alien standing by the far wall, tall and proud with pale purplish skin. The woman was dressed in a red leather leotard split down the middle and held together with laces. Her matching high heeled boots reached to mid thigh and in her hand was a crop which she was tapping against the side of her boot. Her reptilian slitted eyes were fixed intensely on Gypsy and an incredibly long forked tongue constantly flicked out and quivered as she tasted the human's scent in the air.

Sparks sidled up to the bar and ordered another round of drinks from the Mattalite. He took a long swig from his mug and a pair of his metal tentacles hugged Gypsy and Calvo's shoulders.

" 'Aving an 'ard time choosing are you shipmates?" Sparks asked them. "Didn't old Sparks say 'e'd see you right? Not a man to let down the pals that saved me neck I ain't."

"This certainly makes up for the disappointment of not seeing your head blown off." Gypsy teased. "I never thought I'd say this, but you have impeccable taste in brothels Archibald."

"Belay that you old 'ore." Sparks growled. "That name gets out aboard ship and I'll sell your skanky ass to Madame Crixtopet. She don't usually 'ave no time for 'uman slaves, but a freak like you'd be right at 'ome 'ere. So if you don't fancy waking up with a Mattalite chaining you to a bed you'll keep that big mouth zipped."

"Isn't he sweet when he's angry?" Gypsy laughed. "I know he'd miss me really. Who else would the old coot have to share these enchanting little conversations with?"

"Harrumpf." The old man snorted."Anyways I 'ave to go 'ave a business chat with Madame Crix. I'll see you back 'ere when you've finished with the 'ores."

The grumpy old engineer stomped off and went through a door marked private. Gypsy blew him a kiss as he disappeared. She beckoned over the reptilian dominatrix and the Orion slavegirl.

"This is Handsome." Gypsy said to the Orion. "He's kinda the strong silent type, but he was in the space scouts and has a badge for tying knots so I'm sure you'll get along famously."

Gypsy gave Calvo a cheeky wave and allowed the domme to lead her away to the area of the brothel housing the private rooms. The Orion stood meekly before Calvo with her head bowed.

"If sir will permit me, I'll show you to our room." She said.