Sat in a rear booth of one of the many low-key bars scattered throughout Pulido, hidden away from prying eyes and unwanted attention Kosv silently studied the figure displayed on the calculus reader he held in his grip and contently sipped on his drink. The metric readout of Van Zanditz's cargo was yet again over by two kiloars, which brought a delighted smile to that shark-like mouth of his.
Kosv had spent the afternoon roughly weighing then unloading the merchandise before, with the assistance of hired hands transported it to one of his holding warehouses where it was then scrutinised and weighed meticulously before eventually moved to secret factories located around the city for processing.
Slipping the reader into his robe he raised his glass in a toast to another smooth, successful deal.
It was only recently that VZ started to add a little extra to the cargo, a gift, perhaps, for want of a word. When Kosv first discovered this he assumed VZ had made an error, however unlikely. And it wasn't proper business for Kosv to mention this, was it? Yet soon future deliveries included this added bonus, only a mere two kiloars but with a street value of five thousand credits definitely not to be sneezed at. He couldn't say why VZ was being so generous, an appreciation for good custom, business bribery so Kosv wouldn't stray? Whatever the reason, and Kosv certainly wasn't going to question it he made damn sure VZ's stay on Inst was a very pleasant one.
Downing the rest of his drink Kosv got to his feet, and placing the glass on the table was about to make his way through the buzzing crowd of the dimly lit bar when suddenly, appearing as if from nowhere, two Majattic Cops stepped out of the shadows either side of him and gently forced him back into his seat.
"May I help you, ladies?" Kosv asked listlessly.
The two Majattic Cops who stood over Kosv were indeed female, their voluptuous womanly forms encased in tight, black leather uniforms. Tall, curvaceous, full bosomed, their faces were masked behind black helmets with red visors, and slung over their padded shoulders were heavy-duty laser rifle.
"No games, Sarlakian Kosv." One of them said, her voice distorted, "We're looking for Van Zanditz. It would be in your own best interest to tell us where he is."
"I'm sorry, 'Van Zanditz'? I'm afraid I've never heard of this individual, my dear. Are you sure - "
"Don't lie to us, Kosv! You and Zanditz are known throughout the sector as contacts! We been watching, and we also have documented proof that certain illegal spices have fallen into your possession which were stolen from Majattican III!"
"Oh please, if you had 'documented proof' I would already be aboard your dainty little prison ship which is no doubt orbiting our quaint planet as we speak! As it is you have nothing on me and, if I'm correct," he grinned. "Police harassment is still against the law in this part of the Galaxy, yes?"
"I'll give you 'Police harassment'!" the other officer snapped, and so saying she swiftly pulled the rifle from her shoulder and violently jabbed Kosv's groin with the barrel. "Now are you going to tell us where that fat pig is or am I going to have to give you another asshole?!"
Without batting an eyelid Kosv calmly and unconcernedly brushed the rifle away with the back of his right hand, saying, "The two I already have are ample enough, thank you.
"Now, I don't know what power trip the both of you are on to dare walk in here accosting me and waving your dildo-esque rifles around, but I do suggest you put that thing away, you already have made quite a show of yourselves as it is, not to mention embarrassing me!"
The two Cops slowly peered behind them. The bar's occupants, a mesh- mash collection of unapproachable aliens and exotic humanoids had ceased what they were doing and were now staring over at Kosv and his uninvited guests. This was a friendly, happy drinking establishment, a retreat to escape from the trials and tribulations of everyday life.
Any authoritative figures were especially not welcome.
"Your time will come, Kosv." One of the officers warned.
"But not today. Be careful not to trip on your way out."
Reluctantly the Majattic Cops backed away from Kosv's table and, with their weapons in hand disappeared into the parting crowd, which seemingly engulfed them in a swarm of bodies, leaving Kosv sitting alone in the shadows, contemplating …

The vid-link's constant bleeping dragged Van Zanditz from a peaceful sleep. Cursing, he rose naked from the large, tossed bed, peeling the bottom sheet off his tacky hip. He ignored the muttering Carrie who lay sprawled next to him, her blonde hair covering most of her make-up smeared face. Approaching the vid-screen, he sat down facing the console and flicked the 'receiving' button. Before the familiar face of Kosv appeared on the secured channel VZ was already asking him what he wanted.
"Sorry to disturb you, my friend, but a small matter has risen that I think you should be made aware of."
"Like what?"
"This afternoon, whilst enjoying a beverage in one of my local haunts I was questioned by two darling Police officers of the Majattic Empire. They were quite keen to speak to you."
"Fuck!" VZ swore, his bottom lip overlapping his top in deep thought. "What did you - "
From across the room Carrie sat up and asked him 'what the hell was going on?'
"Hold on." He told Kosv, before turning to the bewildered Carrie and bellowing "Shut the fuck up!"
"Hey, I only - "
"Well don't! Can't you see I'm busy here? Now lie fucking down, I don't want to hear another peep outta you, ok?" As he turned back to face the vid-screen he didn't see Carrie raise her middle finger and mouth an abrasive 'Fuck you!' in his direction.
"Sorry about that." VZ apologised. "Anyways, thanks for the tip-off, I'll make preparations to blast off-world as soon as pos."
"That would be unwise, Van Zanditz. I have discovered that they have a Police blockade orbiting Inist; they would pick you up for certain. I would suggest you stay put for awhile, let me ponder the situation."
"Yeah, sure, I'll do that."
After a brief pause, Kosv asked, "How's the company?"
"Uh … " VZ replied, looking over his shoulder at the semi naked Carrie, who lay with the bed sheet half covering her body and a pillow wrapped around her head. "Tiresome."
"I understand. I'll send someone over. Speak to you soon."
"Yeah, and uh, thanks."
"Do not fret, my friend!" Kosv beamed. "I shall take care of it!" Then the vid-link's image died.
Getting to his feet, scratching his balls, VZ made his way to the bed, kicking the mattress. Carrie seemed to bounce upon it.
"Hey, man!" she groaned, pulling the pillow off her head and leering contemptibly at the fat man. "What's your fucking problem?"
Ignoring her pitiful protests he began throwing her clothes at her, telling her in no uncertain terms to get the hell out.
"For fuck's sakes … " she whined, climbing to her feet and slipping the Basque over her head. As she stepped into her short skirt VZ guided her to the door. She just barely managed to grab her stockings and high heels.
"I'm going, I'm going!" she stated annoyingly, adding another "Fuck!" as she tried in vain to slip her shoes onto her feet. On reaching the now open door VZ stuffed a hundred-credit bill into her round cleavage, then patted her ass as she stumbled out into the corridor.
"A hundred credits? You fucking cheap - "
Her verbal disbelief was abruptly cut short when the door slid shut, leaving a disgruntled VZ muttering "Yeah, yeah … " to himself as he headed back inside.

"Well, Kosv, I trust he believed you?"
After a momentary pause, Kosv said, "Yes … yes, he did." Still peering at the glowing vid-link, he saw the reflection of one of the helmeted Majattic Cops bending down to his ear-level.
"He better have. For your sake."
"The room key." Her partner said.
Reaching inside his robe Kosv handed her a rectangular clip. She slipped it into a section of her utility belt.
"Room 397." He offered.
They headed for the warehouse exit, having dragged Kosv to the abandoned storage centre an hour before, abducting him into the back of an unmarked speeder as he quietly slipped out the back entrance of the bar. Under the threat of bone-breaking, gore-splashing violence and an immediate prison sentence on that horrid world Majattican I, he was forced to call VZ and pass on said information, as well as reassuring him that he would take care of everything.
And wasn't it fortunate that the officers knew of Van Zanditz's impatient temperament with whores?
A terrible, terrible predicament.

Freshly showered, his hair clean and slicked back, dressed in the complementary blue motel bathrobe and wearing a decorously fiendish smile upon his fat face VZ greeted the two Majattic Cops as the door opened to his room.
"Key not work?" he asked smugly.
The Cops silently entered. Covered from head to foot in dark brown, hooded robes, they immediately pulled them off once they were securely inside Van Zanditz's room.
"Why officers, I expected you to wear something a little more fitting for the occasion!" he laughed, referring to their shiny black uniforms. He helped himself to a drink at the mini-bar. "You are, after all, meant to be whores!"
"We've risked an awful lot on you, Van Zanditz," one of them rasped through her helmet. "So enough of the wise-cracks."
Taking a swig from the glass, he said, "Oh ye of little faith."
"Have you got the data-chip?" he was asked.
"Of course."
"So hand it over."
"What, just like that? Am I a fool, officer?" he laughed, a huge, deep roar, his great bulk shaking uncontrollably.
"Can we get on with - "
"What about Kosv?" he inquired, his thunderous belly laugh ceasing suddenly.
"He doesn't suspect a thing."
"No?"
"Actually, the poor bastard's cut up that he's betraying scum like you. Hail honour amongst thieves."
"Real cute, Illonia." He sneered. "Now look, I want out of this business, and by me giving you what you want is my ticket out of here. Beside," he said, finishing off his drink and placing the glass onto the bar. "Kosv never did me any favours."
"Enough of this shit, Van Zanditz. The data-chip. Hand it over."
"On one condition." He smiled, sitting on the end of the recently made bed. Under his immense weight, it creaked.
"'Condition'? There are no conditions! You give us the information you promised us and your crimes against the Majattic Empire will be quashed, that was the agreement. No fucking conditions!"
"Well that's too bad, 'cos I've changed my mind. Oh, don't get me wrong." He added, knowing too well that they were freaking out underneath those helmets. "I have the data-chip, hidden away safely and soundly. It's yours … on one condition."
"No fucking deals, Van Zanditz!"
"Now that's where we have a problem, girls. It would be such a shame for you to walk out of here with no data-chip, no information, no retrieved merchandise, nothing! And correct me if I'm wrong here, officers, but I do believe that your superiors are expecting you to wrap up this case pretty soon, yes? I'd imagine they'd be ever-so pissed off if you go home with your tail between your legs."
"Van Zanditz … "
"Y'see, girls, I really admire you, I really do. The pair of you are responsible for the clamp down and arrest of nearly all major narcotic operations; drug-running has practically ceased in the Majattic Empire since the powers-that-be decided to assign their two top agents on the case. You have made my work hell, ladies, yet, on the other hand, extremely profitable!
"But nothing lasts forever, so therefore I'm bailing out while I can. So I'm giving you names and locations and dates and anything fucking else you want involved with the Majattic run, you can close the whole fucking operation down within a matter of days. This is the way it's gonna be, like it or lump it. Now are you willing to agree or do I walk out of here?"
The cops stared at each other for quite a while, obviously communicating with each other through com-link's within their helmets. Let them chat, he thought. No matter. He knew they were gonna have to play ball. He left the bed with a groan and poured himself another drink at the bar.
Eventually, the cop VZ had called Illonia, asked him "And the condition?"
From behind the bar he produced a fifteen inch long, thick, double ended mushroomed knob rubber dildo, to which he shafted both ends with his hands.
Grinning, he said, "Your helmets, m'dears!"

Sprawled next to one another, their long, boot-wearing legs entwined, supporting the awkward angle they found themselves in, their jackets half unzipped, heavy, succulent green breasts shaking wondrously as between them, lodged firmly in their pert, tight assholes was Van Zanditz's fifteen inch long, thick, double ended mushroomed knob rubber dildo. Each end disappeared just that little bit further as they squirmed and pushed against each other, grunting and crying with juice-streaming pleasure.
Minutes before VZ had them unzip their groin pouches and, with their rears raised took it in turn to lick and tongue their deliciously wet pussy and assholes, lubricating their soft ass mouths with his saliva and the sweet honey which dripped from there.
Licking and fingering he then reached under and upwards and kneaded their breasts through their jacket uniforms, pulling at taunt zippers to release perfect melon heavy globes. Feeling their weight in his palms he tweaked and pinched those big, rubbery green nipples.
Majatticians were of a light green complexion, and were an incredibly beautiful people. And Special Agents Illonia and Sabita were two stunningly gorgeous women - once they had removed their helmets VZ was taken aback with their beauty. Both had full, green lips, deep, dark eyes, soft, supple skin. Sabita had a tiny birthmark on her left upper lip, VZ insisted on kissing her first, tonguing the mark. She had long, wavy hair that she shook, it falling gracefully around her shoulders and spilled down her back. Illonia wore her hair shoulder length, which was thick and glossy. It was a lighter shade than that of her partners', VZ guessed that she was the blonde of the couple.
And now, as they twisted and pushed, clawing the bed, fingering and rubbing engorged clitties VZ knelt over them one at a time, his thick cock above their panting faces and gaping mouths, each sucking him with gusto, taking him deep into their throats, rolling tongues around his bulbous head, tonguing, poking his leaking cock-eye. He tugged at their hair, pulled their heads back, smearing his spittle-drenched cock on their faces, their necks. Staring at him through half closed eyes their tongues sought out his facial-sliding dick, tasting, lapping, trying desperately to reel his sticky manhood back into their hot, sucking mouths.
Soon VZ took Sabita from behind, his squat cock slipping in and out of her as she knelt on the bed tonguing her partner who lay back pinching her own nipples groaning repetitively. Originally VZ had nothing so extravagant planned - just watch these two Majattic coppers butt-fuck themselves with that dildo then get his cock sucked by their big moaning mouths, but inevitably, after watching them squirm and thrash and claw and listening to them howl and squeal and scream whilst practically drowning the bed sheets in their pussy-juice he suddenly felt an over-powering urge fuck both these cock-hungry bitches. This was going to turn out better than he had anticipated!
"Illonia," he called to the Cop who lay twisting with pleasure on her back. "Kneel around. I want Sabita to eat your asshole."
Without hesitation Illonia did so, kneeling up and positioning her unblemished ass to Sabita's drooling mouth, who gripped her leather encased hips and buried her face in the gap where bare, green wet flesh throbbed, and deftly drove her tongue there.
On contact Illonia groaned, grinding her hips backward and savagely bit the pillow. Two of Sabita's fingers had entered her partner's pussy, twisting, tickling, and as Sabita's tongue licked the soft skin around her anus she inserted another finger and began a steady, pulsing rhythm.
After sloppily withdrawing from Sabita, perhaps too quickly, but VZ didn't want to come too soon without fucking both of them, the smuggler was then thrusting into the hot, wet folds of Illonia. He still stood over the bed, she lay on her back, her thick boots wrapped around his flabby naked form, pulling him towards her with every animalistic lunge.
He couldn't see her face nor hear her, for Sabita was squatting over her partner, fingering her own clitty as Illonia's tongue darted and lapped within her dripping honey-pot. Warm, salty fluid seeped from Sabita's pussy, saturating Illonia's chin as her tongue and mouth greedily lapped and supped the sticky liquid.
Grasping hold then parting Illonia's legs, VZ held onto her boots as he continued grinding his way to orgasm, feeling his cock begin to swell enormously with the creamy load that was about to spurt from him imminently. As his balls slapped against Illonia's buttocks for the last few times VZ gave a deep groan then swiftly withdrew, and, pulling frantically on his glistening cock he crawled onto the bed, kneeling just above Illonia's sweating face.
"Ooooh yeah, gonna cum, gonna cum on your faces … " he panted, as Illonia's tongue flicked out at him, Sabita having spun round on the bed beside her. With muscles tense and mouth ajar he let fly his climax, splattering onto the Majattic Cops flushed, smiling faces. Jets of hot cum splashed everywhere, Illonia catching most of his load in her mouth, and as final streams gushed from him, his hand still massaging his twitching cock, he glanced down to see Sabita kissing and licking Illonia, licking her face clean of his cream, sharing it, pink-white tongues entwined …

When Sabita entered the bedroom from the shower, dressed in her boots and pants with her jacket opened and a towel wrapped around her hair, she saw VZ sitting by the vid-link, with Illonia beside him.
"Any luck yet?" she asked them, sitting on the bed and furiously brushing her hair with the towel.
"Not so far." Illonia replied, glancing at her.
"If Kosv knew the pair of you were coming over here," VZ presumed aloud. "Then he would have disappeared pretty quickly."
"Any ideas where he could be now?" Illonia asked him.
"Nope, he could be anywhere, Pulido is his home town."
"Well, it doesn't matter." Sabita said, returning to the bathroom.
"Try again." Illonia told the smuggler, then to Sabita, "What do you mean?"
"Aren't you forgetting?" she said, re-entering the bedroom. "Once we have the data-chip then his ass is ours. Right, Van Zanditz?" She dropped the towel and began to brush her hair.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. Still, wouldn't mind reaching him, just to - hey, wait, it's answering!"
The cops quickly leapt from vid-range, ducking behind the wall next to the front door. VZ waited nervously for a brief few seconds before Kosv appeared on the screen.
"Kosv! Hey buddy, I decided not to take your advise after all, I left the motel, figured if they were onto you then they'd surely find me sooner or - " VZ stopped in mid-sentence, then without warning whacked the side of the vid-link with the palm of his hand. "What is this shit?" he snapped.
" … by the time you get this message so much will have happened, my dear friend. You should be on your way to Majattican I and I have blasted off-world in your ship, with the cargo and the authentic payment - you really should check your money there and then, you know."
"Fuck!" VZ swore, getting to his feet and in a rage picked up the chair and violently flung it against the wall. It smashed on impact, leaving behind a hole as proof.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Illonia demanded.
"Look for yourself, it's a fucking recorded message!"
The two officers peered at the screen, where Kosv's grinning face continued to mock them.
" … but you know me, my friend, and we know each other far too long to start lying to one another, to one another, to one - " Sabita switched the screen off.
"Well, well." She said, approaching the fuming smuggler. "Looks like your dear 'friend' has flown the coop. How convenient."
Staring at her in disbelief, he gasped, "What, you think I tipped him off?"
"It would explain a lot."
VZ laughed aloud. "You're out of your fucking mind."
"Am I?"
"Yes, yes you are!" he yelled. "You think I tipped - ? If I did get word to him, what the hell did I tell him? That two months ago I secretly approached the Majattic Empire with a deal to put everyone involved in this business behind bars in return for complete clemency, but I'm telling him this 'cos he's my friend?
"Let me tell you something, we are not friends! And even if we were do you think he'd thank me? Wise the fuck up! If I had tipped him off I'd be a dead man round bout now!"
"He's right." Illonia commented. "So let's forget about it."
"Forget about it?" VZ screamed. "He double-crossed me, for fuck's sakes! He - "
"You're just pissed that you didn't get the chance to double-cross him first!" Sabita spat. "You're pathetic." Leaving him to continue his rant she reached for her helmet, and slipping it on her voice changed dramatically as she clipped it around her.
"When you're quite finished sulking, Mr. Van Zanditz, I suggest you hand over the data-chip so we can be on our way. There's no reason why we should stay on this shit-world any longer … "

They made their way to the spaceport in the unmarked speeder they had used to transport Kosv to the warehouse for that illicit meeting. Because of his size VZ sat in the back, taking up most of the seat, silently brooding. Considering neither officer spoke aloud he assumed that they were once again communicating through their com-links, gossiping like common wenches.
How thoroughly rude, he thought.
The cluttered streets and reeling skyscrapers of Pulido disappeared into the distance as the speeder took the spiralling by-pass, connecting to the enormous, twelve-lane wide speedway to the spaceport. The traffic was amicable.
Staring out the side window at over-taking speeders and freight transporters, his thoughts were interrupted when Sabita turned round to him and said, "You know, we were just saying how much of a repulsive pig you are, Van Zanditz."
"Oh?" he shrugged. "Thanks."
"That's right," agreed Illonia!. "And that it amazes us how much of a selfish, self-centred, egotistical, sexist, low-life scumbag you are."
"What's this, fucking 'Insult Van Zanditz Day'?" he asked irritably.
"And when you told us we had to do the nasty with you, you don't know how close you were to getting your brains knocked out."
He gave her a look that said 'like I give a shit'.
"But you know, after some discussion, we really wanted to have sex with you."
His face lit up, a grin appearing. "Yeah?"
"Oh sure, yeah!" Illonia replied. "We wanted to see if it was possible for a fat fuck like you to keep it up!"
"Well I'm glad to have disappointed you. " he retorted, his blood boiling. He knew that they were racking him, and he tried not to rise to it, but remarks about his weight, however rare they were these days, still bugged the hell out of him.
"No, you certainly didn't disappoint." Sabita added, and VZ didn't know whether she was being sarcastic or genuinely disappointed …

On reaching the spaceport they parked the hired speeder and escorted VZ towards docking bay Omega-5, where they would board their awaiting shuttle and blast off world, rendezvousing with the orbiting Majattican battle cruiser. Once on board they would immediately head for Majattic space, where a full investigation of the data-chip would commence. Van Zanditz's much treasured freedom lay in the authenticity and accuracy of the information.
Entering the huge bay it was surprisingly empty, normally such a hanger would accommodate seven Cluster Star vessels - there were only two ships that were statuesquely docked, the tiny Majattican shuttle and behind it loomed a dark, bulky cruiser. It cast a sinister shadow over the brightly coloured shuttle.
Standing before the Majattican ship, Sabita (was it Sabita? Fully uniformed VZ couldn't tell) inserted the boarding pass into the matrix-lock. The hatch slid slowly downwards.
As it gradually hit the ground a figure suddenly emerged from the interior of the shuttle, strolling boldly downward with a laser pistil grasped maliciously in his hand.
"What the - " Illonia gasped, backing away, drawing her rifle from her shoulder, only to be knocked to the ground as VZ snatched the weapon from her hands and slammed her down. Sabita, stunned, dropped hers to the bay ground.
"Kosv! You old devil!" VZ smirked, obviously chuffed to see his pal once more.
"Hello, my friend!" the alien warmly greeted him. "How are you?"
Picking up Sabita's rifle and forcing her to the ground, he placed one of the weapons over his shoulder before arming the other. "Couldn't be better!"
"Van Zanditz, what the fuck is going on here?" Sabita demanded to know.
"Oh, what a wicked web we weave!" Kosv beamed. "Shall you tell them or shall I?"
"I think we should let them figure it out for themselves." The smuggler answered. "Ladies? Any ideas?"
The two cops looked at each other, without saying a word. Immediately VZ sprang forward and tugged at their helmets, roughly unclipping them then throwing them across the hanger. Their hair was tossed, ruffled.
"That's better." He smirked.
"Pretty things, aren't they?" Kosv commented.
"You should see them naked." VZ added.
It suddenly dawned on Illonia what really had happened here; the lies, the deceit, the double-cross …
VZ had played the two of them for fools, like naïve school children, teasing them, promising them the answers they so desperately needed. And they fell for it, all of it, hook, line and sinker; swallowing his bullshit like it was candy. This whole thing was a set-up, he and that fucking Kosv … this was their way of getting rid of the two of them, and she never saw it coming!
She clenched her fists and snarled viciously, "You bastard! You set this up, this … this whole fucking thing it was you!"
"That's correct, my dear." Kosv said. "Van Zanditz came up with this strikingly wondrous plan to rid us of the two piercing thorns which for so long were burdens in our sides. Ingenious, wouldn't you say?"
"Fuck you!" Sabita spat.
"My, my, aren't they charming?" Kosv asked.
"You're forgetting, we have a battle cruiser orbiting this shit hole, if we don't report in they're gonna start looking for us." Illonia said.
"But you already have reported in." VZ said. "Kosv has many talents, and one of those is forging holo-images. Kosv, if you please … "
From his cloak Kosv produced a small, circular disc, activated it, and the crackly image of Illonia suddenly appeared, before saying "The alien Kosv is dead, we shot him when he drew a weapon on us. Van Zanditz has fled into the wilderness of Inist, we tend to follow and apprehend him. Expect our next message in three days time. Out."
"Your ship and charred bodies will be found, as that of Van Zanditz's." Kosv continued. "DNA testing will confirm your superior's suspicion, courtesy of vagina saliva taken from your encounter with my friend at his motel and a little scientific ingenuity."
"So you are going to kill us?" Illonia asked calmly.
"Do you think us murderers?" Kosv gasped, his snake-like eyes widening with genuine surprise.
"If the shoe fits … " Illonia smiled sarcastically. VZ approached her, and took her face in his giant hands. She didn't struggle as he gently kissed her on her lips. " We have something more … fitting." He whispered.
And as he spoke several figures slipped out of the shadows, burly, menacing, repulsive, vile alien humanoids, and Sabita gasped with horror when she recognised some of them as Slave Traders, notorious as they were legendary. They encircled the foursome, almost poisoning the air with their presence.
Illonia shuddered. "You - you can't mean - "
"Officers," VZ began. "In my line of work one gets to meet a variety of businessmen, all, like myself, just out to make a decent living. Some have it fairly easy, others, well, they have to make do with what they can get.
"May I introduce you to Boxiaa Ka'ikk, an old and very dear business acquaintance of mine."
With scabby, filthy yellow sores growing where half it's body hair was apparently burned off a grotesque, almost naked creature stepped up to Illonia and, yanking her to her feet crassly sniffed her with it's pig-like snout. As it inhaled her scent, a dollop of shiny, gooey mucus dripped onto her uniform.
Turning to VZ, it snorted something in a pitch of grunts and squeals.
"How true," VZ grinned. "And they give great head too!"
Perhaps laughing, the Slave trader grasped Illonia's arm and dragged her with him, towards the cruiser in the back of the hanger, it's comrade's following him, pulling a screaming, pleading Sabita with them.
"PLEASE, Van Zanditz, don't do this! Van Zanditz, you … cock-sucker - PLEASE!!"

"Well, my friend," Kosv said, as he and VZ stepped out of Kosv's speeder into the brightly lit streets of Pulido once more. "I think I shall go for a beverage, care to join me?"
"Nah, maybe later. I'm gonna head back to the motel, I've a few things to organise."
"Certainly. I'll be in Jacque's Bar if you need to find me."
"Sure - oh, if you see Carrie will you send her over? With everything going on I was kinda rude to her when she was leaving. She must think me a pig."
"You a pig? Never, my friend! But I will send her over."
"And ask her to bring a friend, will ya? I have something to show them … "

Fin.

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