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mused. Certainly she has no need of emphasizing that chest
it'd call attention to itself if she wore a Sektent!
A lot of things were noticeable about Valustriana See.
Notable among the noticeables was her bilobate chest. She
had a lot of it. And of course a lot of shapely, if not quite so
pushy, leg.
"I was at the bar, Kalahari. Just sipping a Pale. I saw
you. Admired you. Saw a man have a try at you a good-
looking man, and well set up." That full, attractive smile
flashed again. "He tried me, too. So, you and I have that in
common. We're both attractive and alone and we both turned
down an attractive male. So I cooked up my little plot, and
paid that waiter. You're too smart for me. Girlish of me,
hmm?" She ducked her head charmingly.
Feeling a rising excitement and yet the sensation of
being nicely in charge, Kalahari stayed cool. "I'd call it clever.
Girlish, maybe so what? I said yes to the waiter and I ll tell
you straighton that you re the sexiest woman I've seen in
longer n it s been since you met a fellow Outie. So I m from
Rock Lake but let's talk about the very attractive Valustriana
See.
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"Well, I studied psychology and sociology but
somehow I've wound up as P.R. flakker for Hojatocorp," the
tall woman with jet hair and olive eyes began, and went on.
They talked over an hour and over another drink
with most of the talk being lies and they left, the
dramatically leggy woman making the other look both tiny and
short (she was neither, just lean unto bony) while nearly every
male in Shogun watched them and quite a few females too,
and eighteen minutes later Valustriana was admiring
Kalahari's pastoral-scene apt. A drink was mentioned but
within' a dozen mins more they were admiring each other's
bared body, and they did something about that.
They were marvelous for each other. Sound baffles
swallowed the screams of ecstasy and of completion.
Then Kalahari went to the sitter, and stopped off at
the bar. She returned to the sprawling, furry bedroom with a
couple of brandies and Valustriana, seated-sprawled nakedly
in the rumpled bed, flashed her little Bluejoy-sticks pak and
demonstrated its working. It vaporized a lovely jade Buddha
that had cost her host several times the rent on an expensive
apt. Then Valustriana mentioned three shocking initials and
issued an order.
"Sit down, Captain Hellfire."
Shaken and feeling suddenly drained, Kalahari did her
best to stare daggers, darts and number Three settings. "Do
you plan to kill me?"
"I absolutely do not. Do you plan to force me?"
"No," Captain Hellfire said, tossing the two snifters
into a corner with a crash and sad tinkling of real crystal. "I
absolutely do not. I also am not going to sit down naked. Just
keep your nasty little sisterslicing whoremongering Poofer-
thing trained on me, you rot-stashed motherlicker, while I put
on a robe."
"Please don't try anything. Oh got one for me?"
Kalahari turned from the closet to show her guest and
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erstwhile bedmate a molten stare. "Go sit on an antenna
complex," she said, and turned away to withdraw a robe.
Clothed, she returned to the chair a few feet from the bed and
sat. Glaring.
Her stomach rolled and roiled. She had been tricked,
brilliantly and wickedly, and made to feel the fool, and taken
like a fool. Naturally she was truculent and abusive; what
other way was there for her to behave?
They sat in silence, the one naked on the bed, long
legs outstretched and the false pak held just as negligently,
and the other robed with her legs crossed tightly. Seething
inside and trying not to let it show.
"Do you keep a weapon in that robe?"
"No. You said TGO and I'm not fool enough to try
anything. Going to show me some Gray Organization iD?"
No.
"It was a filthy rotten trick. Beneath even TGO. There
were other ways to get me."
Valustriana nodded and looked pained, or nearly. "I
wanted . . ." She started again. "You're a damned good lay,
Kalahari Cuw."
"Forget the antenna complex and go sit on a flagpole,
whore. When it's midnight do you have to give those tits back
to the cow?"
Valustriana breathed in and exhaled in a long sigh. "I
gave you my true name and I do represent TGO. My
assignment was to get you for a talk, without a fight, without
force. Other than holding this on you, of course."
Kalahari/Hellfire stared.
Valustriana repeated the resigned sigh. "Right, then.
You are not under arrest and you are not my prisoner. Not "
"Oh well in that case get your fat ass and floppy
warheads out of my apt and let me start in fumigating the
bed."
Valustriana See swallowed. "Not, I was about to say,
exactly. You have become wealthy and retired from the
84 JOHN CLEVE
Hellfire/Satana life of piracy. Meanwhile a large number of
people suffers. Many are members of the Delventine Colony,
which you raided and looted a year-ess ago. No one has
forgotten. You are to repay the colony, plus ten per cent
interest. A business transaction. You don't even have to do it
personally. The cred can be wired, if you wish. It's a lot of cred,
as you know you did well on that raid. Still, you have plenty
more now, and we see no reason to break you, just now."
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