Torsha's fingers danced over the controls with a nubile, practised grace. The moment had no special significance for her, it was as mundane as walking though a doorway, so often were the times she had purged time and space to travel extreme distances in the blink of an eye. The science was fairly straightforward, it was the technology that was the marvel, but as Torsha had no idea as to the mechanics of her machine, the science had no impact either. Had she known, it would have been revealed that atoms were the key, or more to the point, the fragile fabric of existence between atoms. The nuclei and the unfathomable amounts of nothingness that combined, create the very pith and stuff of existence. Find your way between this microscopic world and the heavens open before you. As long as you have an entrance point and more importantly, an exit, the universe is yours to control.

She felt the tingle of nerve endings, stimulated by alien physics, as her class A1, A.G. 'Ident' bike tore through matter and element's, crossed atmospheres and galaxies and took her to her home world faster than a heart beat. When the tingling abruptly stopped, she had to open her eyes wide to allow an increase of light to fall upon her retina, as her new surroundings where a million miles away from her previous situation, literally. The bright sunny, summer's day, in the middle of a wooded area, on an insignificant planet faded from existence in an instant and was replaced by twilight, the dying minutes of another world's day.

Directly ahead of her, some 200 yards, was a monstrous building, bland in its appearance, yet stunning to glimpse as its mirrored face reflected the full array of the spectrum, as the day's sunset slowly came to a close. Torsha took a slow, longing look around to remind and comfort her tired mind with the simple pleasure of knowing, you're home.
"Great", she silently whispered to her self, "I'm home!" Deep sarcasm marred the statement. Grey concrete, as far as the eye could see, nothing but an unending floor of grey concrete. On the horizon was the faint glimpse of life and habitation with tall buildings and lights, but in-between was a no-man's land. The simple reason being, Torsha worked as an Officer for the I.S.F., the Inter Species Felony unit. Set up to tackle the increasing amounts of dangerous and illegal activities perpetrated by the technological elite against less developed, technologically backward societies and cultures. As a consequence, The ISF constantly found itself pitted against some of the largest and most ruthless cartels in the universe. So widespread where the aims of the ISF, so numerous the criminal gangs brought to justice, that no body wanted the ISF near them, so great was the fear of reprisals. Yet neither the threat of criminal's revenge nor the blatant contempt by the local population had any affect on Torsha, her feeling being, 'If it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen!' that, and a steadily increasing distaste for people in general.

As she continued to observe the horizon on her left, the air itself quivered and shook, solidifying to reveal Pell astride her own Ident bike.
"Why didn't you take that girl?" Pell asked, rather perplexed.
"I didn't want her". Was Torsha's taut reply.
"Ohhhhh, I think you're coming down with something Torsha, that's definitely not like you at all". Remarked Pell as she dismounted and made her way to the main entrance.
'Maybe', Torsha pondered, 'Maybe'.
She could have given Pell a right good verbal going over if she felt like, but she was quite fond of Pell. She'd never admit it in a million years, but deep down, she appreciated Pell's honesty and her direct approach. 'No bullshit with Pell', she thought and as she did so, Torsha was instantly reminded of the many other reason's for her approval of Pell, her disturbingly fit body for one. Toned and firm to a point that jealousy just couldn't handle, small and petite in a direct contrast to Torsha's tall and lanky frame. 'Damn', thought Torsha, as she realised her libido was racing ever upward, 'I should have taken that girl after all!'

Quickly dismounting from her own bike, Torsha ran up the stairway, passing the multiple, automatic sentry gun posts in an effort to follow her smaller work mate. As an experiment, she swiftly grabbed two handfuls of Pell's firm derriere, playfully squeezing, yet all the while, alert for Pell's response. She was happy and relieved to find Pell merely smiled as Torsha fell in beside her. 'Something to think about for the future', thought Torsha, with a sly and crooked grin.

The ground floor of the ISF building was as bland as the area outside. Sparse save for a row of gravity lifts on the far wall, and two metal globes hanging from the ceiling. Jokingly called the 'guardians', each globe scanned on a multiple range of frequencies to ascertain every visitor to the building. Recognising facial features, height, weight, body posture, genetic coding and personal security passes, Pell and Torsha were allowed safe passage and they silently made their way to the lifts. Seconds later, the up flow of gravity took them both to the principle entrance 'maze'. An impeccably white circular room, with 5 white corridors leading deeper into the building. There were no signs to guide you into the maze, as an operative of the ISF, you had to methodically learn the layout of the building like the back of your hand. 'A means of disorientating unauthorised intruders or was the ISF just too mean to spend money on such niceties as signs?' Torsha couldn't tell, but the two of them had memorised the maze as rookies and so were able to navigate their way to their own, specific department. Venus group, level A, affectionately known as the 'hunter squad'. Designated to tackle armed crime, large scale criminal activities, weapon-based insurrections, rebellions, terrorists and cartels.

Eventually, the corridor led to a large room, compartmentalised by cubicles, each filled with operatives engrossed with their personal workloads, each tackling consoles, computer equipment, machinery and files in their never ending task of supplying justice. Female humanoids were the predominant employee, but there were variants of a thousand different species. Bipedal, quadrupeds, multiple limbs, naked, hairy, furry, scaled, tentacles, claws, paws, tall, short, fat and slim, every element of evolution from a million different worlds was gathered, working either alongside the ISF or currently working to prove their innocence from the ISF. A tall, mature woman with an icy demeanour made her way towards the two new arrivals. Pell tried to warn Torsha of the woman's approach, rather unsuccessfully, as she made her own way to her work desk, leaving Torsha to 'face the music'.
"Explain yourself!"
Came the brusque remark. Calm and controlled, but the tone was there, Torsha knew how to read this woman like a book. Section leader and commander of the F.R.S. (fast, response squads), Virsham Bellasha was quite the authoritarian in the ranks of the ISF. Attractive in her youth, years of hard toil had taken their effect. Hazel eyes now burned, her slender face and jaw line had become hard and severe, the bridge of her nose was long and thin, extenuating to a sharp point, even her long black hair seemed to emphasise her face into that of an accusing, pointing finger.'Damn, this girl needs some sex, now! Was Torsha's immediate thought, but she quickly composed herself, and brought her mind back to the task at hand. Strangely, Virsham's severe and tactless qualities made her a very effective, superior officer and her ability and dedication to the ISF, was something Torsha respected immensely. Unfortunately, this was the exact reason why Virsham was right at the top of Torsha's shit list, it was also the reason why Virsham seldom won friends, and as a consequence, had earned herself the nickname, 'the virus'.
"Unfortunately, I was unable to apprehend the fugitives at the designated co-ordinates!" Torsha delved deep to deliver her best diplomatic approach.
"Furthermore, had I been alerted to the fugitives abilities to teleport themselves out of the danger area, I'm confident in the knowledge that I could and should have made an arrest!"
'Answer that, you fuckin' bitch!' Thought Torsha, as an uncontrollable grin began to break loose on her face.
"No, I'm not concerned with the means of their escape officer Torsha, I'm interested in learning what exactly 'happened' in the moments 'prior' to their leaving!" Virsham barked, as she took an uncomfortable step closer, increasing the already palpable tension in the air.
'Oh shit!' Torsha thought. 'You'd better think fast now girl!'
"I…" She stammered. There weren't many things in life that truly scared Torsha, but there were times when Virsham's power and authority did.
"I cannot really answer that one, as…"
"Of course you can't!" Snapped Virsham, blocking any chance of a quick and easy verbal escape route.
"Too fuckin' eager to watch some stupid backslash get fucked into oblivion!" Virsham's quiet introduction to the conversation was now exploding across the entire floor of the ISF building. Virtually every available face was now turned and fascinated by these fisticuffs of words.
"Those two parasites were on that planet for over eight hours and you had plenty of time to make your move and intercept them, but noooooo, you decided to play detective!"
'There's no stopping her now!' Thought a very demoralised Torsha. 'She's in full flow!'
"Your bike recorders show you were there, tracing those two fuckers for up to fifty miles, but you only decided to show yourself, a mere thirty seconds before they teleported out of there, and I wanna know why and I wanna know right now!" Virsham's explosive verbal attack finally concluding with a shot of spittle that barely whizzed passed Torsha's right ear.
'Right! You irritating bitch', Torsha braced herself, and let fly against her superior officer.
"Up until the exact moment of my intervention, I maintained a constant vigil and concluded that the two fugitives had performed no illegal act that I was aware of and I was going to report that the most damaging aspect of their excursion onto that planet was that they repeatedly, and with malice aforethought, went around, sniffing flowers!" Virsham's mouth gaped in preparation to respond but Torsha took a very quick breath, she was not finished with this old bag, not by a long shot.
"Whilst my bike recorders may take into account the exact position of 'my bike', they do not record 'my' exact position, and as such, you will have failed to notice the numerous attempts I had to make to keep up my surveillance of the two fugitives. Whilst simultaneously avoiding any contact with the local population, any dangerous or poisonous flora or fauna and, just to add some spice to an otherwise dull day, I had to keep track of my partners position at the same time to maintain not only my safety but hers also!"
For the briefest of seconds, Torsha wanted to lash out, but instead she settled for, "Okay!" as loud as her lungs would allow.
She couldn't help but notice Virsham 'gulp' as the facts fully dawned on her face.
"Sniffing flowers?" Was all that Virsham could ask.
"That's all they did". Torsha slowly began to relax safe in the knowledge that she had won this particular battle. The mood of the arena started to ease considerably, but Virsham's face was a steady mix of confusion rather than abject loss.
"All the mineral wealth, the resources, the base technology that planet does have to offer, and all they did was 'sniff flowers'! Virsham's tone was incredulous.
"As far as I could see, that's all they did". Answered Torsha, rather bored with the conversation.
"Then how the hell do two Gashellian's, with the technological superiority of their race, go from, sniffing flowers to attempted rape of one of the local populace?" Demanded Virsham, determined to keep the argument going to the bitter last.
"The girl was just unlucky. She was seen, they caught her, and they probably felt…frisky".
"Frisky?" Commented Virsham, her eyebrows rising considerably.
"Frisky!" Repeated Torsha, wanting for the entire universe, for a thesaurus to appear and help her out of this bind.
"And that's where you intervened?"
"Yes, but before I could make an arrest, they de-materialised" Torsha answered, feeling for the first time, a surge of success. Virsham had one last attempt at winning the battle, one last stab, and a token gesture to salvage some pride.
"Could you tell the make of transmitter?"
"Gashellian, I think, blue phosphorous, with highly charged particles".
Virsham considered all of this information for a moment, chewing on her thumbnail.
'Oh, get on with it!' Torsha silently demanded. She was tired, fed up, and pissed off at the thought of all the effort she had put into the operation. To finally come home and have this miserable old bat launch a completely unnecessary verbal attack. She now wanted desperately for this irritating woman to just go back to her office and leave her alone.
"Prep yourself for a return visit to that planet's location, there must be more to it than just ' sniffing flowers'". Virsham finally declared, turning her back, she left, still chewing on her thumbnail.
'Oh, thank Goddess for that', Torsha thought with a torrid wave of relief.
"Hang on, waddya mean, go back?" She demanded, to no one in particular.

Dazed and confused by the day's troublesome workload, Torsha decided to leave things as they were. Her fiery temperament demanded control, anything to settle the balance, a chance to gain some sense of personal satisfaction, but she realised circumstances were spiralling beyond her reach and so she decided to finish the day as was required. Dedicate her self to the administrative duties her superiors demanded, write an account of the days activities as best she could and demonstrate in some small way her abilities and prowess.

As she made her way to her private work area, Torsha suddenly found her route blocked by Pell, standing with her back to the wall of one of the neighbouring cubicles. Torsha couldn't help but notice a sparkle to her eyes, an almost touchable sense of warmth, at the same time she felt a deep feeling of belonging, as it was blatantly obvious Pell had been waiting for her. Pell disengaged from the wall and positioned her self directly under Torsha's gaze.
"Were you looking out for me on that Planet?" Pell quietly demanded.
Torsha felt her pulse begin to increase dramatically, her previous adoration soaring to new heights as new sensations and even deeper desires caught hold and refused to let go.
"Of course I was", declared Torsha, emphatically, "You didn't think I was going to let anything get the drop on us did you?"
Pell silently considered this for a moment before beckoning Torsha to follow her with an almost imperceptible nod of her head. Intrigued and slightly aroused, Torsha followed.

Not a word was said and at times it seemed to Torsha that Pell was doing nothing more than taking them on some wild goose chase. Eventually Pell led them both to the tranquil surroundings of the main intelligence processing room, a humming mass of gleaming white, high giga-yield computers and mainframes, the very heart of the ISF information gathering service. At the farthest corner of the room, Pell stopped and turned to face her taller friend. Without a word, and with the most graceful of movements, she lifted her arms to reach up and fold, effortlessly around Torsha's slender neck, simultaneously bringing her warm, luscious lips to meet Torsha's incredulous, open mouth. Barriers dissolved in an instant, stress and worries, tiredness and anxiety disappeared in a flash as the two women engorged themselves on one another. As quickly as it had begun, and with their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Pell broke contact,
"Why did you grab my backside before? Do you fancy me?"
Pell's eyes burned and Torsha felt her very soul was being interrogated, she felt suddenly uneasy and increasingly confused by this tirade.
"I…I!" Torsha felt stupid for some inconceivable reason. Pell buried her face into Torsha's ample cleavage as she tried to stifle a giggle. She quickly lifted her head and made to kiss Torsha again, only this time, Torsha moved her head back, ever so slightly to prevent their lips from connecting. Pell stopped and looked longingly into her eyes.
"I've wanted to taste you from the very moment I first saw you!" Torsha finally commented, hypnotised by the ebb and flow of light and colour in Pell's eyes. A smile, rich and inviting, heartfelt and adoringly infectious caught Pell's features as she practically leaped into a deeper, tighter embrace, smothering Torsha with an onslaught of kisses. The two began a collective battle, each passionately and perpetually moving head, face, lips and tongues into the best, optimum position to attack and overwhelm her opponent. The heavy sound of breathing, nasal and hurried became louder and louder as mouths gave up all necessary use and became simple, unadulterated touching devices, inquisitive, sensual, probing. With her considerable height advantage, Torsha focused her embrace around Pell's head, cupping and holding her friend's face with tender, gentle fingers. Massaging and enveloping her visage, allowing her to reach around to fondle each strand of hair, enabling her to detect each bump, every facet of Pell's skull. Inexorably circling and drifting her sensuous touch to the nape of the smaller girls neck.

Pell's diminutive frame meant that she had to reach up to grope and caress Torsha's back and shoulders. Marvelling at the constantly changing sea of flesh, muscle and sinew as every movement brought a new perspective and a fresh area of skin to touch and memorise. Pell was able to gently pull her lover's torso up and down, by gripping her shoulders from the back, creating a an extra dimension of flowing contact and caresses as their breasts and nipples were firmly massaged against the other.
Torsha had always prided herself on her strength and agility but she became only too aware of her inferiority against her shorter, stockier partner who cajoled and guided her to fall upon the cold material of the computer-housing unit. As she hit, Pell changed tack and began to practically devour Torsha's slender neck whilst simultaneously reaching down with her right hand to encompass Torsha's warm and willing pussy. With that, Torsha followed her instincts and altered a habit of a lifetime, she became submissive to Pell's insatiable demands.

Forever in need to feel in control of her situations, Torsha had always, since as early as she could remember, been the one to dominate, whether it was with a man or a woman. She detested weakness and as a result, forced herself to the top, no matter what. But this was different for some reason, she couldn't describe why, but it was. It felt right, appropriate, and so dammed good! 'Oh goddess, Yes!' So dammed good. Pell was merciless in her attention to Torsha's pleasure zones, concentrating and working at them with zeal. Her right hand began to rub, back and forth, hard yet subtly against Torsha's swelling clitoris. With each stoke, flesh and a million nerve endings were enflamed against her pubic bone as Pell increased the rhythm. Torsha could only stand there, her arms draped loosely around the shoulders of this exquisite, lovemaking machine.

Conscious thought vanished, nothing else mattered, absolutely nothing, just the here and now, and this glorious moment. She let her head fall back against the cold wall and gave in, utterly, completely, she was literally, putty in Pell's hands.
"Switch your suit off!" Demanded Pell, her voice husky.
Torsha dragged herself back to reality and reached into her pocket to deactivate her MRSC suit (Molecular Re-aligning Symbiotic Covering), a genetic crossbreed of microscopic organism and micro-fibre polymers. Designed to alter its shape into any configuration and mould itself around any living creature with the help of a small electrical charge, the MRSC suit was a living creature that supplied heat and covering whilst feeding off sweat and dead skin cells. Within seconds, the skin tight body appendage covering Torsha rippled and flowed up her body, across her shoulder to congeal and solidify into a small pouch attached to the interior lining of her jacket, ultimately revealing Torsha's full, ripe nudity.

Pell wasted no time, she knelt down to deposit her face squarely into Torsha's rapidly moistening sex lips. Casually hoisting Torsha's left leg up and onto her shoulder, Pell was able to position herself into the perfection configuration and she greedily lapped at Torsha's pussy with a furious tongue. The sensation hit Torsha like a tonne of bricks and she couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. Pell heard this tiny cry of success and pushed on with an increased sense of urgency. Spreading Torsha's labia apart with the fingers of her right hand, Pell's left hand was a flurry of activity as it moved up and down, rubbing the upper leg and thigh, stimulating even further. She buried her tongue deep into Torsha's warm, deep recess, licking and flicking with long, deliberate strokes. Torsha's breathing became deep and laboured, she grabbed the back of Pell's head, snagging hair and pulled her even deeper, squashing her face into her pussy. Pell began using every feature of her face as a tool of sexual torment, her nose, lips, teeth, tongue, even her chin went to work, as she started rubbing Torsha's genitals into a frenzy. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster, the sensations began to take effect and Torsha started to moan, long and hard. Pell changed tactics again and concentrated both her hands at rubbing the daylights out of Torsha's swollen clit whilst continuing to eat away at her soaking entrance. The orgasm was on its way, like a meteor gripped by a Planet's gravity, there was no avoiding this moment and Torsha revelled in every second.
"Torsha! Are you in here?" Came a strange voice.
Pell instantly stopped and had to wipe her chin to disperse the fluid that had accumulated there. Torsha was dumbstruck, caught and stopped from the very edge of heaven and it took her awhile to get her brain back on track and into a coherent state.
"W-What? Who's that?" Torsha shouted, bitterness and anger catching at her voice.
"It's me, Nisha! Virsham's looking for you, she wants you back at that last location you were at, and she wants you there now!"
"FUCK!" Screamed Torsha, as the very mention of Virsham's name scratched at her brain and sent her into a deep contemptuous state.
Pell stood up and gently embraced Torsha's face in her hands.
"Hey! Don't worry, I'm coming with you, remember!" Pell reassured her.
"I was there, I was just…I was so close!" Spluttered Torsha, as she petulantly reminisced on the last few moments of sheer bliss.
"So, we'll just have to start again, somewhere else, won't we?" Remarked Pell as her infectious grin befell her face again.
Resentment drained from Torsha's frame as she stared into Pell's glorious eyes,
"Yes, we will, won't we!"
Pell made to leave the room, noticing that for whatever reason, their rude intruder had already left, leaving the monstrous room vacant, save for themselves and the computers. She turned, and upon seeing Torsha's tall, slender and glistening frame, remarked.
"Don't forget to switch your suit back on, or you're gonna raise some eyebrows!"

End of Chapter one.