Chapter 616

The Lounge on the Pocket Planet Aboard Ship

... Jeff took a slow look around the big room. Granted, I don’t know what these ... people do for relaxation, but none of them look as if they’re relaxing, and all the games are standing vacant. Even though the women have a long way to go before they’re fully with it, I still expected them to be in here too. Come to think of it, the First acted odd when I told him that Ship had provided a rec room with several of our games and a counter where they could order food and drinks. Some of them do have drinks in front of them, but all the drinks look like stim or something clear. Could it be water? What the fuck? None of them look to be having fun. Hell, they all look as if they have been ordered to be in here. Oh, shit, they have.

“Where are the women? I would have thought they would want to ... I know that they are a long way from being normal, but you could be teaching them to play some of the simpler games,” Jeff hesitantly said.

“But you and your number one wife explicitly ordered that nothing was to happen to the women. They are all in their quarters, and I have a guard on the entrance.”

“Guarding them from whom? You said that all your people were the equivalent of officers, and you trusted them implicitly,” the Prime commented with as normal a voice as he could muster, but he wanted to pull his hair out in addition to having somebody’s ass.

A cup of coffee appeared near Jeff’s hand. Thank you, he told Ship.

“Remember, their society probably differs greatly from the one you are accustomed to,” she said in his mind.

“No shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“Sir?” the First asked, obviously deeply worried.

Jeff hesitated for a couple of seconds. “What type of games did you have in the rec room aboard your Raider?”

“Sir, there must have been an error in the mapping of your language into my mind. ‘Rec room’ does not interpret.”

“Lounge, rec room, recreation room, someplace to relax and enjoy yourself while associating with your peers.”

The First continued to stare at Jeff, obviously not comprehending.

“You ... had nothing like that on your ship?” Jeff asked with little hope in his voice.

“We did have an observation deck where we could look out at the stars, and there was a Steward who would provide food, but you were expected to eat and leave. It was generally reserved for higher-level officers, and even then, there were seldom many there.”

“And no women, of course,” Jeff said with sarcasm that the First did not pick up on.

“No. The females were – technically – not allowed out of their area. I violated the rule by taking those two to my quarters.”

“So, you had no place to wind down – to let off steam?”

“‘Wind down? Let off steam?’ I am not familiar with the terms.”

“What do you do for recreation?”

There is no corresponding word in the Miadax language, Ship told him.

The First was shaking his head. Jeff noticed that the alien had incorporated some Earth gestures already.

“So you don’t have any recreation? No ball games? No games of any kind?”

“I understand the word, but we had nothing that would fall under that category. On board the Raider and off duty, we ate, slept, studied, practiced our job skills and our personal weapon skills, or had sex, but from what I have learned from Ship and studying your society and planet, you ... require sex more often than we Miadax do. It is still amazing to me that your women enjoy sex and even initiate it sometimes. Our females only lie there and permit it. They seldom say anything other than to ask what position we require, or if we are finished. When my females began to respond to me and to talk about sex, I realized that something had happened. As I have told you, eventually, I traced the cause to my having given them extra food to eat – extra food that was not the normal female food that they always ate, which in turn reduced the amount of female food they consumed.”

Jeff came to his feet. “Here, let’s move several of these tables together until we have room for everyone.”

“Sir, you do not have to bother. I will discipline my crew. They will be able to...”

“No one is going to discipline anyone today,” Jeff snapped. “We just need to have a meeting – probably one of several to come.”

Jeff left the Miadax lounge and the meeting frustrated, pissed, amazed and even a bit sad. For the last hour, he had kept telling himself that they were aliens, but he was still amazed. At the door to the female’s area (he had sent the Miadax guard away so he could be briefed on what had happened in the meeting) he had hesitated.

Forgetting that he could have had Ship announce him, he knocked on the door. When there was no response, he repeated the knock. Still with nothing happening, he opened the door and stepped inside, only to freeze. Twenty-five female Miadax were reclining about the room on couches or comfortable seats. All were staring at him – and all were nude.

Oh, shit. They must have tired of wearing clothes.

“Ladies,” he croaked out while trying to pretend that everything was normal. Well, I suppose it is – for them – but it darn sure isn’t for me.

The two that were the First’s women got up and hurried over to Jeff, followed a couple of seconds later by the one who had named herself Adrienné.

He tried. He really did, but vertically spaced or not, their breasts jiggled and swayed much as Earth females’ did. With what he considered superhuman effort, he kept his eyes locked on their faces – well, mostly.

“Hello, My Prime,” Adrienné tentatively said.

“Hello, Captain,” the First’s females greeted.

Jeff automatically returned the greetings while he thought, My Prime? Diana must have been here again. “Jeff or Captain will suffice,” he shot back, but to his consternation, his voice had a teasing quality to it instead of the sternness he intended.

“Diana said you would be pleased if I addressed you as My Prime,” Adrienné returned with a smile.

“First told us we could visit with the others until he returns to take us back to our quarters,” one of First’s females said. “Why did he not come with you?”

“Uh, he is in a meeting but should be here soon.” Then to Ship, Would you...

“I will inform First that you wish him to join you.” Ship replied.

Jeff fought the inclination for his eyes to focus on the abundance of breasts that seem to be everywhere he looked. Shit, the Miadax must have bred their females for optimum desirability. There certainly is an abundance of beautiful bodies in here.

The door opened and Diana walked in. Jeff was pleased to see there was a slight hesitation before she came over to where he was standing with the three alien women.

“Having fun?” she whispered into his ear after kissing him on the cheek.

“I didn’t expect this,” he whispered back as First walked in.

“I see why you had a guard on the door,” Jeff commented, tongue in cheek.

The First hesitated before responding. “I told the females that clothing was to be worn in public, but I suppose I need to define ‘public’ in more detail. They are not accustomed to having their own apartment – I think the term is – to sleep and eat in. All they have ever known was a large room where they ate, and a communal bedroom where they all slept. There was another large room where the sex usually occurred.”

“Well,” Diana said, “most Earthmen are almost constantly trying to get women out of their clothes. It seems that Miadax men did not have that problem.”

Before the First could comment, Jeff spoke, “As much as I hate to say it, something is going to have to change. The males are accustomed to sex whenever they want it, but now the women are still walking around nude, but the males can no longer have sex with the women. If things aren’t changed, something bad is going to happen, but how can I punish the males when the women are still blatantly walking around nude?

“Maybe the women had the right idea after all,” Jeff went on. “Since the females have been without clothing all their lives, maybe they need to have a place where they can still go nude without the worry of being raped. And yeah, I know that they didn’t worry about it before, because ... they were too doped up. Suppose we make their adjoining personal quarters and this big room here, clothing optional?”

“And man free,” Diana added.

“And man free,” Jeff reluctantly agreed, except for First and me, should there be a necessity. “The lounge would be a good place for both sexes to associate – fully clothed, of course.”

“And still no sex until the women are drug-free and fully understand that they have the right to say no to any male – or female – with no repercussions whatsoever,” Diana emphasized. Realizing, she turned to First. “Your women are already living with you, so this doesn’t apply to them.”

“Thank you.”

Adrienné, who by then was hanging onto Jeff’s right arm, pursed her lips in a pout every bit as good as any Earth female could conjure up. “So, how will I know when you have come to visit?” she asked, her voice tense even as her grip on his arm tightened.

Diana cleared her throat as she stared hard at Jeff. “Husband?” she teased.

“Uh ... I’ll have Ship tell you so you can meet me in the lounge.”

As Adrienné smiled, Diana took her by the hand, motioned to the other two, and walked a short distance away. After a quick discussion, the three alien women hurried away to return a couple of minutes later wearing smocks of different designs and colors.

“You look nice,” she complimented the women before turning to address the men. “Shall we continue this conversation in the lounge? I think my husband would be more comfortable there.”

Jeff, who had been fighting an erection since he walked in, was in full agreement, although he did cast one last glance behind him as he exited the room.

In the lounge a few minutes later, Diana motioned for the women to sit. (Note: the lounge here is the one on the pocket planet, not the one that the Matthews frequent aboard Ship.) The First’s women sat on either side of him. Adrienné hesitated, apparently realizing that it would not be a good idea to sit between Jeff and his wife. Diana smiled and whispered into the woman’s ear that she could sit on the other side of Jeff.

“Ladies, what will you have?” Jeff asked as he addressed the First’s women.

The women sitting on either side of the First looked toward him, but Jeff spoke up before the First could. “If you are hungry, you can order anything you like as well as something to drink.”