“Don’t I look okay?” she asked him.
“Well yes, very,” he let slip. Then he caught himself. “I mean, no, not really. Something’s been bothering you about this place, I want to know what.”
“What if I said it’s none of your business?” she asked.
Dexter looked everywhere but at her, trying to be a good Captain. He opened his mouth to continue when she interrupted.
“Look at me, Dexter,” she demanded. Dexter did so, grudgingly. He stared at her face and met her gaze.
“No, I meant look at me,” she said, gesturing down her with her eyes. “This is who I am, and if you humans weren’t so hung up, I’d dress like this or wear less more often. So look at me and get it out of your system, you’ll see me like this many more times.”
Dexter gave in and ogled her, staring at her athletic breasts that begged him to… He licked his lips subconsciously and shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. He could not help but admire her form, which was very athletic and curved more than enough to remain feminine, yet in the manner of most elves she had a slight build and very little body fat.
Dexter realized he was about to take a step towards her and reigned himself in, reminding himself that he was supposed to look, but not touch.
“What’s wrong, Captain?” Jenna asked, feigning innocence again.
He chuckled. “You’re a beautiful woman, and perhaps even more dangerous without your blades than you are with them.”
Jenna smiled, her eyes twinkling at the compliment. “You’re not so tame or safe yourself, I think.”
“You going to get dressed so we can talk now?” Dexter asked her, content that he had passed her test.
“No, I like letting you see me like this,” she said, winking at him.
Dexter chuckled and shook his head. “Alright, suit yourself. Not so sure Rosh would handle that as well though, you might want to confine it to your quarters.”
“Or yours,” she said, licking her lips.
“Your quarters,” he stressed, his head still shaking.
She pouted then shrugged. “So what do you want to talk about?”
“About what’s bugging you about Port Freedom.”
“I said that’s my business,” she reiterated.
“If it runs any risk to my crew or my ship, it’s my business too,” he said firmly. “And since you’re part of my crew…”
Jenna looked at him strangely, then smiled. “Why Captain, I do believe you care…”
He scowled at her. “Spit it out.”
She took a deep breath, which made her breasts rise and fall in a very distracting manner, before speaking. “Port Freedom has a lot of elves. You might have noticed I’m an elf. I’m in Federation space because I didn’t always get along with my kind.”
“You wanted?” Dexter asked her.
She winked at him again. “Of course I am… don’t you want me?”
“That’s not what I meant!”.
“But you’re not denying it.”
Dexter threw his hands up in the air and turned towards the door. His gamble paid off.
“Sorry, Captain,” she admitted, although looking back at her and seeing her expression he suspected that she was anything but. “Yes, there were people looking for me a while back, but that was ten years or so.”
“Ten years is a long time, maybe they forgot?”
Jenna smiled, telling Dexter what she was going to say before she said it. “Elves have a long memory.”
“What did you do?”
“You’re a good man, Dexter,” she said, giving him a sincere smile. “You care about your crew and you take care of them — of us. Your only fault is that you won’t let your crew take care of you.”
“My…what?” Dexter asked, confused by her redirection.
She reached up with her hand, sliding it along her side and cupping one of her breasts in her hand. Dexter noticed her skin glistened with the oil that was on her hand, and watched with keen interest as she gently caressed her breast between her oily fingers. He raised his gaze to her face and saw the twinkle in her eyes, then her tongue as it licked her lips suggestively.
“Like I said, your crew could help take care of you,” she repeated.
Dexter chuckled a little nervously. “You’re changing the topic on me.”
She shrugged, letting her hand drop away from herself and leaving a glistening breast behind. “Not really. I’m saying that you’re a good man, and I respect and admire you. Another reason why I’d not be welcome among elves probably!”
She laughed, once again melting through Dexter’s defenses. He found himself fascinated with her oiled breast for a timeless moment before he forced himself to pay attention to her again. “Anyhow, because you are a good man I know you’ll understand when I tell you that I’m not ready to share my past with you quite yet.”
Dexter stared at her for a long moment, wondering if he was willing to concede it to her. Unlike his meeting with Ormitor and Jarnella, he did not feel manipulated by her overt sexual nature. No, with Jenna she was open and honest about it. She laid it on the table and let him know what was there, but she did not use it against him, she merely tried to convince him to have a taste.
“Alright, for now I can accept that,” he said. “I’ve got no plans to be heading for elf-space anytime soon anyhow.”
Dexter turned to leave, then glanced back at her, wondering when he’d have the chance to see her like that again. “Be sure to be wearing clothes about the deck, with Rosh about I’m afraid…”
Jenna smiled. “Always caring… yes Captain. But you must know I can take Rosh in a fight.”
Dexter chuckled. “I do know that, I’m afraid for him!”
She looked at him and then joined him in laughing; her musical voice adding to his in a way that sent shivers down his spine. He turned and left her quarters then, heading back to his quarters to go over some papers and to have a little private time to himself to think things through.
He had scarcely settled down when a soft knock came at his door. He rose from the table he was sitting at and opened the door, surprised at who was on the other side. It was Jarnella.
“What… did your master leave something behind?” He asked, stammering for words with the beautiful woman only inches away from him. She was dressed in something similar to what she had worn that first day he had met her, a fashionably revealing dress that cost enough gold to pay his crew a week’s worth of wages.
“My Master,” she said, saying the word ‘Master’ with a subtle difference that Dexter heard but did not understand, “sent me to negotiate delivery of some merchandise back to Grafton.”
“Oh, well, um, come in,” Dexter said, stepping away from the doorway and bidding her to enter.
Jarnella stepped in and pushed the door shut behind her, surprising him a little. She moved with a grace and sensuality that left him throbbing and needy, especially after his encounter with Jenna. He took a seat quickly at his small table, offering her the other chair. Instead she sat on the edge of the bed, her skirts parting to reveal a glimpse up a beautiful long leg.
“So what is this merchandise?” Dexter asked, desperate to keep things quick and professional for once.
“It is a magical devise, perfectly legal. It must remain in its container at all times, and only the man to whom it is delivered must open it,” she explained without preamble.
Dexter’s eyes dipped into the cleavage on display and he wondered how much larger her breasts were than Jenna’s. He nodded, snapping himself out of it, and was both happy and disappointed at the efficiency of the conversation. “I’ve got no problem with that,” he said. “What are the terms of passage?”
“It is waiting on the dock to be loaded. If you accept it will be loaded and must be there within three weeks, but we already know you can make the trip.” Jarnella’s legs shifted slightly, spreading to allow her more stability on the edge of the bed. Her skirts slid between her legs more, allowing Dexter to glimpse the creamy skin of inside of her upper thigh.
Dexter nodded. He had been surprised at the good time they had made, and wondered if it indicated a change in luck for him and the Voidhawk, or if perhaps it only meant his next voyage would be that much worse because of it. “And the pay?”