Free The Space Pirate 1 by George Lambert Page B

give for her fucking saber! What price would she pay for selling her prized possession?
    “I understand completely,” Charley purred, forcing herself to remain still. “But I pictured this happening somewhere else.”
    “Really?” Tando said. Now that he’d revealed his true colors he made her skin crawl.
    “Yes,” she breathed. “I was hoping for the bonnet of one of your speeders.”
    Tando’s eyebrow arched in disgusting anticipation. “So, who hates speeders now, eh?” he said glibly. “I think that can be arranged, girl with no name.”
    Tando took Charley’s hand and led her into his personal drop shaft. He stared at her with hooded eyes as they descended to the basement. She licked her finger suggestively, hating every moment.
    The basement was bright with reflective chrome. It was also large enough to house three vehicles. Such a number was almost unheard of on Abeyas. This Tando sure knew how to milk his status as racing demi-god. Not for the first time, Charley felt sick with the inequity and injustice on her home planet. In what universe did this loser deserve a lion’s share of the wealth? It just didn’t make any logical sense. Charley’s plan gained even more urgency as Tando unzipped his jump suit and pulled his trousers free. Such men had no need for underpants. Tando was already hard, his manhood bouncing around in gleeful anticipation.
    “Which one?” he asked with a grin.
    “Sorry?”
    “Which car?”
    Charley was already looking at the one at the far end. She hadn’t had a chance to check it out before because the light had been dim on arrival.
    It was just what she needed - an all-terrain vehicle, a rock crawler.
    “Fuckin’ A,” she breathed as she walked towards it. She heard the click of the garage doors as Tando secured them remotely. He wasn’t about to let her escape.
    “It’s a D23 Nomad,” Tando said proudly. “Eats rocks for breakfast. I take it through the Dusty Mountains hunting leviathan bats.”
    “It’s perfect,” Charley said honestly, tracing the stylized nomad symbol on the fender. “I can just picture you with a large gun.”
    She arched back on the bonnet, removing the feathers from her belt. She unzipped her bodice slowly, revealing most of her breasts. Distracted, Tando couldn’t see the violence in Charley’s eyes.
    “This is probably gonna hurt,” the slimeball muttered as an afterthought. “It’s just the way I roll.”
    “Start the engine,” Charley suggested, trying to keep the panic from her voice. “It turns me on.”
    “Whatever,” Tando said, activating the engine. The D23 throbbed at Charley’s back, building quickly. Just as Tando was about to press himself down on her body she rolled across the bonnet and climbed into the driver’s seat.
    Before Tando had the awareness to kill the prop bulb Charley slammed on the accelerator, pinning Tando brutally against the chrome wall. When she backed away the shiny surface was slick with scarlet. Tando’s body crumpled to the floor, his body shattered in several places.
    Charley couldn’t help but whoop in delight as she backed up to the drop lift and prepared to run down the garage doors. An alarm sounded throughout the basement - probably calibrated to detect Tando’s life signs. That was good - the prick was dead.
    Charley gunned the prop bulb a second time and struck the doors at high speed. For a moment she thought they were too strong but the D23’s titanium strongbar held firm. The rock crawler smashed its way into the quiet early morning street and almost careened into the opposite house. Charley chuckled to herself as she took control of the beast. Only then did she notice her breasts were hanging out - she popped them back in with a maniacal grin. It reminded her that she was wearing a ridiculous dress that should be burned immediately. She raced her way to the hotel and left the crawler running hot in the street. She was relieved to find her weapons were still stashed under