Chapter 23

Big Freda, February 27, 2162
Earth-Mars Shipping Lanes

Alan Scarlett was angry. Ready to space someone angry. Finally, someone knocked on his door. “Come in,” he said.

Captain Kayla Huddleson entered and stood at attention, her Velcro boots grasping the carpet, her hand at salute. “Captain Huddleson reports as ordered.”

Alan kept his eyes on the paperwork before him, then he slowly looked up, made the captain wait, then he returned the salute. “Commander Huddleson, I see you rated your executive officer, Commander Cayson Fulton, fully fit for command. Is that right?”

“Yes sir I did.”

Alan didn’t look up at Commander Huddleson. She was hot, beautiful blond hair, movie star smile, porn star body. She made these flight suits look sexy, which is saying a lot. “Commander Huddleson, two hours ago I ordered an Officer’s Call. An officer’s call is when all the officers...”

“I know sir,” she started.

“COMMANDER Huddleson, I was given the rank of vice admiral by the president of the Western Alliance, the sovereign leader of over one hundred thirty countries. I believe that it gives me the privilege to finish my own sentences.”

“Yes sir,” she mumbled.

“It also gives me the privilege to speak to the officers under my command when I want to.”

“Yes sir,” she said softly.

“Commander Huddleson, why have I not yet had the privilege to speak to the officers under my command?”

“There was an environmental control system issue...” she was fumbling now. She chose not to order the officer’s call just to see how far she could push the new admiral. Looks like she went too far on her first at bat. Meh, he’ll probably demand a blowjob or two and it will all go away.

“Commander Huddleson, you are telling me that it took seven officers to monitor and supervise TWO enlisted spacemen?”

“No sir.”

“Then what are you telling me Commander Huddleson?” said Alan with an angry sneer.

“I failed to call the officer’s call as ordered, sir.” Sometimes honesty is the best policy, she thought. “I chose to wait for a more convenient time ... I ... was ... testing you.” She gave him her best look of contrition. Now it looked to her like the admiral was going to learn what a Huddleson blowjob is all about and this will all be over.

“When we get into combat I cannot count on you commander. You fumbled a simple order. What would happen if I gave you an order under combat conditions?” He glared at her for a few moments then said, “I asked you a question commander.”

“I have no answer sir.”

Alan paused for a long time, trying to determine a course of action. Finally, he said, “Your last act as commander of this vessel will be to call an officer’s call in the flight crew ready room at fourteen hundred hours. Then you will move into the cabin next to mine, and the replacement Captain, Cayson Fulton, will move into your old quarters.”

Alan steepled his fingers. “You are now my aide-de-camp. Do not let the new gold braid on your shoulder go to your head. This is not an honorary position. I will work your ass off. And do not think you were chosen for your pretty smile. I chose you because I can’t afford to lose anyone else in my officers’ corps. You are now my bitch, and if you don’t like it, you know where the door is.”