All That Glitters Ch. 15

He had a good-sized cock, bigger than a large pickle, smaller than a kielbasa, enough to let you know there was definitely something there, but not so much that one could use it as a club.

Slowly, she pulled back to the crown of his cock, then sucked hard for a few seconds before releasing him with a loud pop. Almost immediately, she took him back deep into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat. She fought down the gag reflex and sucked on the entire length of him that was in her mouth, once again pulling back to the glands while under full suction and popping free of his erection.

She slid up over top of him and pressed his manhood against the underside of her seam. She was wet down there, and that wetness greased him up as she moved gently over his large pickle.

She leaned down and kissed him, placing the tip of him against her entrance. After a tender kiss, she moved her mouth down to his chest, pushing her hips back and taking him inside of her. She gripped his nipple with her teeth as she moaned at the invasion of his cock.

She used the movements of her hips to force him further into her depths. It was pure torture for both a he slowly sank ever further into her body.

Finally, she sat up on him, letting gravity do the work of getting the last of his twenty-four centimeters of cock into her cunt. The two stopped all movement and moaned their pleasure in harmony as they experienced the thrill of her entire pussy delicately squeezing his length.

A few moments later, Lynn fell forward and began to pump her hips, Raymond aiding her with his own motions. Their movements quickly increased in speed and length as they became more active in their lovemaking.

The staccato sound of skin on skin and the mutual cries of their voices could now be heard reverberating from the walls in the bedroom as they quickly reached a wonderful mutual climax.

They rested together, Lynn on top and not moving. She could feel his cock shrinking, but it had yet to slip from inside her.

"Is this how you interview all your prospective employees?" she asked him with a smile.

"No, not at all," Raymond told her with a laugh. "But seriously, if you want to be my EA, you will have to understand that I am a confirmed bachelor. I will likely never marry, and there will be many women in my life.

"If you are the jealous type, working for me would not suit you," he finished.

"I get it. I'm not ready for marriage yet either. Though I don't think I'll wait as long as you are," she teased him.

They moved to the shower were Lynn experienced a multi-head spray system for the first time. It was amazing! The two soaped each other up and Lynn tried to get Raymond hard again, she pouted when she only partially succeeded.

"Four times last night and again this morning, your lucky to even get a partial," Raymond said with a laugh.

Raymond rinsed her down and Lynn stepped out of the shower and squeak, hiding her nudity, when she was confronted with a woman holding out a large towel for her.

"It's OK," Raymond told her, "It's the maid. Trust me, this is the best part of a VIP shower."

Lynn turned around when instructed and the woman draped the warm and incredibly soft towel around her, then briskly rubbed her dry. Strong hands kneaded her neck and shoulders, making Lynn purr. Raymond was right, this was the best part of a VIP shower...well, almost the best part she thought blushing.

The Senate, Terra

Senator Andjuran was ecstatic. He had just been informed of the success of his shipbuilders first auction. Pirates from all over had attended, seeking to purchase one of three newly refurbished Fairling Class Frigates.

The vessels had sold for a staggering two billion credits. He had expected one point five billion, but apparently, the pirates had chosen to provide cash or goods to purchase the vessels. That meant the business had to launder the money, an additional expense that was covered in the final cost to the pirates.

They didn't care. Money, they had. Like many criminal enterprises, the hardest part for them was how to legitimize their ill-gotten gains. Laundering services were not cheap often reaching forty percent of the total. But the sixty percent they got back was legitimate money free to use how they saw fit.

Andjuran, being the largest stake holder in the enterprise, had received twenty-five percent of the net profits, which means he had been handed C983,125,000 in a private numbered account.

With his share of pirate profits, even the reduced share that he currently had to work on, his pilfering of church funds, his pilfering of senate funds from Anuura, and his pilfering of funds from the HRRC, he was now a billionaire.

Better yet, his shipbuilding business was about to bid on four more decommissioned Fairling Class vessels. They were sure to get at least one, if not two of those vessels.

He could afford to buy anyone in the senate, and then some. Maybe he would buy one of those new fast-ships everyone was talking about.

Interplanetary News Services HQ, Terra

James Pwrel was getting all kinds of information on what Senator Wasim Andjuran was up to. It seemed as if the man didn't care who knew what he was doing, as he didn't appear to be covering his tracks very well.

His activities in the senate were an open secret, with everyone tiptoeing around the individual. If he said something, everyone listened. This was the kind of deference showed to senators with years of experience versus a man with only two years of senatorial service. Yet, he openly despised women, and chastised the general staff for any little offence.

The downside was that, even though people 'knew' he was manipulating others, there was no obvious proof of it. The man was slick, but James' reporters were slicker. They had found evidence on some of the biggest crime lords on Terra. Evidence of blackmail, extortion, drugs, and weapons running, and other crimes. James was certain they would find evidence on The Spider.

As he was musing, Senior Producer Jack Mannen and Director Anne Divin came into his office.

"There has been an attempted assassination of Fiona Marsh," Anne told James.

"You're sure?" James asked, disturbed by the report.

"Yes, multiple Liramor Prime news services are reporting that she was on vacation with friends at a nightclub, when she was attacked. One of the assassins is dead. Apparently, there is a C150,000 contract out on her and on Henadi Noor as well.

"Well, son of a bitch!" James blurted.

"IPPF on Liramor Prime is now running the case," Jack told him.

"Wait, why would IPPF be running the case?" James asked. "The don't do policing of a planet, they do Interplanetary Crime, it's in their name."

"Exactly," Jack said. "We have confirmed that IPPF is involved, so that suggests they know something that they are not telling the media.

"What have we found out on The Spider?" Jack asked.

"He is universally despised by senate staff, often chastising them for the smallest of faults. His attitude to women is such that women avoid him like the plague. They go out of their way to ensure they have no business with the man.

"He gets what he wants in the senate, meaning that all of his bills or the bills he is interested in, get approved, or at least make it through first reading. He seems not to understand that the bills need to move through more hurdles before they are enacted, so people look more than favorably to the bills at first reading, but not so favorably after it leaves the senate floor. If he figures that one out, some people might catch it, but for now, it seems to be out of sight, out of mind.

"The people he gives immediate audience to are the extreme right-wing, and extreme religious groups. The are willing to follow his lead on many issues, mainly because he goes to bat for them on their own issues.

"Because of his support for them, they are more than willing to support many of his pet projects. But once again, he does not push much beyond first reading. That, paradoxically, is a failing of many first time senators.

"He seems to have a lot of money available, but no one can identify the source of it. However, there are hints that he is using his money for bribery and blackmail, though no proof has come forward as of yet. Since he is using the money to push his agendas, people should be interested in the source, but we can see no apparent actions in the senate to trace it.

"As it stands right now, all in all, he is just one of those detestable guys with money, and a little power thrown in," James told them.

"I want you to hook up with the crime and computer guys," Jack said after a moment of thought. "See if you can find anything on this guy on the Dark Web, maybe what kind of connections he has with criminals. From what Claus has told us, he seems to think The Spider is well connected in the underworld.

"We need to see if we can make some of those connections come to light, and if so, pass them to the IPPF," Jack ordered.

"Why the IPPF," James asked. "Shouldn't it go to Senate Security?"

"Want to bet that was the first place he put bribes/blackmail in?" asked Jack. "As a senator from off-world, criminal acts conducted here on Terra would place him under IPPF jurisdiction."

Conference Room One, Liramor-23, Piscium System

With the new threat, Fiona had been advised by IPPF on Liramor Prime to cut her vacation short and return to Liramor-23, where she would be better protected. She was quite miffed as her plan to spend a week with her mom was shortened to an hour of face-to-face time because of the assassination attempt.

She had worried about her mom becoming a potential target, but Liea assured her that she would have VSC keep an eye out. Her reminiscence was cut short as things began happening in the conference room. The scientists had called for a mid-day brief.

"We are using some of the newer modified FTL probes and they are amazing," Dr. Hitron began. "Their engine signature on the sub-light engine is small enough to be easily missed by even our scanners. The navy is going to love these units.

"But we lucked into something unique. We set one of the probes to collect two days worth of audio and visual frequencies and we got news and entertainment channels in both systems, including, a children's entertainment channel that teaches children to read the language!" Here, Dr. Hitron turned over the brief to one of the linguists.

"We've been able to work out most of the alphabet of this new language but, without a context to work from, it is just a meaningless jumble of letters. Now, we not only have the context to understand it, we have the spoken words as well. We will be able to push this into the translator packages in our comps and they will be able to work real time when we finally meet these people."

"There is one catch," Dr. Hitron took over. "The translators on our personal comps are fixed translators, that is, they already know the words and grammar for each language and can easily translate from one to the other.

"However, this is not only a new language, it is probably also a new way of thinking and of grammar use. We need a better comp to do the initial analysis of the language before it can be loaded into our own personal comps as a fixed translator.

"This particular program matrix for the computer only exists at the Malton University Linguistics Lab on Terra. It will take a day or two to copy it to a new stand-alone comp that will be used by the team here," Hitron finished, looking nervously at Fiona.

Fiona just wasn't in the mood for games today. "Alright, I'll bite, what is it you want from me?" she asked of Dr. Hitron and her team.

"We'd like to borrow The Valour to go to Terra and retrieve the new unit," Dr. Hitron told her. "We could requisition this particular program and a specially built comp for it, but it would take months to arrive through the navy system, more likely closer to a year.

"If we go to Malton University and put our requirements to them, there is no question that the linguistic board will fall over its collective ass to give us the device once we tell them why we need it but, they may ask for some concessions, include adding one or two senior staff members to our team.

"As long as they are paid for by the university, I'm not above letting them do that, however, we would need navy consent to add team members to the investigation team. That means we need your approval of this request," Dr. Hitron finished.

"So, let's see if I have this straight," Fiona said. "You need a special program and uniquely built computer that can only be provided by The Malton University Linguistic Lab, and you want to cut corners to get it.

"In order to shorten the time it would take to get this comp, the Linguistic Lab would likely blackmail you into letting some of their own scientists join your team. However, we would probably not be on the hook to pay for the extra scientists.

"Right off, I see three problems with this: one, who controls the final product once it is completed? The navy did not intend to keep this classified, quite the opposite, however, Liramor Holdings has control over all aspects of any finds from this system, especially if it would make money. A new language translator would make money, but if Malton University provides the program, the comp, and the staff, they may want to claim the product.

"Two, who do these potential new scientists actually work for? Especially if they are being paid by the university. At the moment, the Piscium Investigation Team is a navy asset, and is controlled by the navy. Civilian scientists might object to having navy oversite, especially if we tell them they cannot write articles for scientific papers without them being heavily censored.

"Three, as long as we have navy scientists in the Piscium system, we can keep the horde out. If we have civilian scientists that have been invited, every other institute going will want an invitation to this system, and we are just not ready for that at this time.

"You come up with solutions to these three problems, and I will consider going direct to Terra to get your special unit," Fiona stated flatly.

She honestly hoped they could do that; it would give her the excuse she needed to go to Terra and hire her special tutor or tutors.

As the scientists left, Fiona turned to Cdr. Hellebore and Capt. Davis. "This is where you two earn your pay. I'm sure there are navy precedents on this issue. Find them and advise me of my options," she ordered.

Pallanders Orbital Shipyard, Liramor Prime

Raymond Clark was back again in the conference room but this time, there were more people. The crew of The Wanderer was beginning to arrive.

While the crew was small, just over 100 ratings and officers, because of her size and capabilities, the ship's ratings were all experienced people.

Raymond had just met the Boatswain, Master Chief Callum Sucre, and the ship's cook, Senior Chief Siobhan Riley, who apparently was a gourmet cook.

As he was talking to different people, he noted a commotion at the door. FAdm. Charles Thenton walked into the room, trailing several officers that Raymond couldn't immediately see.

"Raymond! How are you, my boy?" Thenton asked.

"Very good, sir," he responded. It is good to see you again, though I didn't expect you until two weeks from now at the naming ceremony," he added.

"I've something to say to you and brought some people along that you will need to become acquainted with," Thenton advised. "Seal the room, please," he ordered.

"All right people, listen carefully," Thenton began. "For those of you who do not yet know, your new ship is going to be very special. She is a navy vessel masquerading as a private yacht. In fact, this gentleman's private yacht," he said, pointing out Raymond.

"I would like to introduce to you Captain (N) retired, Raymond Clark, billionaire. Formerly of the Black Lightning Brigade and part of the group that went to and was recovered from Emporium."

Thenton let that sit unchallenged as he called up an image of Clark in full dress and threw it to the holo-monitor in the room.

"This man has more bling than half of this ship's company combined, and he earned every single bauble he wears," Thenton told them as they looked at the image. "So, if you think you are working for a civilian, you are not. He is a wolf in sheep's clothing, as is this ship.

"Mr. Clark bought the ship and paid for the refit that is just finishing. From all appearances, she is and will look like a private yacht, including two complete VIP decks. However, this vessel has teeth.

"Pallanders has a contract with the Liramor Holdings lab of electrical engineer Dr. Ohiraha Aruna, and the things coming out of that lab are going to revolutionize space travel and the TUSN.

"New Marilon/Aruna generators that have better power management and cycle times. Upgraded power for pulse cannon. Upgraded leap capacity. New and improved sub-light engines that are up to forty percent, and in some cases sixty percent more efficient than the older models. Better lifecycle management of electrical systems, and better automation which allows for the smaller crew. All of that and more has been applied to this ship.

"Because the ship is built for a crew of 1500, your crew quarters are going to be large by navy standards. Thank Mr. Clark and his partner Liea Samson for setting the new standards.

"The ship will have a compliment of 105 navy ratings and officers, 100 Special Forces Combat Marines, and 100 VIP support crew, including things like a hairdresser, masseurs, cleaning staff, etc. which will compliment the crew of the vessel and be available to the crew by appointment.

"Your cook is an experienced navy cook who just did four years at the senior officers mess at Folden Naval Base. She is a gourmet cook and, if you treat her right, she will do right by you.

"This wolf in sheep's clothing will go into harms way. So, you will have everything that you need on board to do so. Including, Combat Drop Shuttles, Combat Shuttles, Combat EVA suits, and weapons of all sorts.

"You will have to teach the civilian VIP staff how to fight the navy way. They have been handpicked, they know how to fight, but they do not know how to fight in space. It will be part of your job to ensure they can do so when the need arises. I expect you to do a good job on that, as these people could wind up saving your lives in a future engagement.

"Because this is a wolf in sheep's clothing, senior admirals have decided to make the position of ship's captain a full navy position, so I will introduce you to your new commander, Capt. Henadi Noor," Thenton said, pointing out one of the officers behind him.

"Capt. Noor is a young but very experienced officer who has earned commendations for distinction in action and earned the Presidents Unit Citation for the ship under her command.

"Raymond Clark is one of the best tactical minds I have ever met. Between the two of them, this ship will be ready for anything. I expect all of you to give your ship your absolute best. Nothing less will be accepted. If you do not provide it, you will be leaving the ship. Period, full stop. Once you see this ship, you will not want to leave it.

"This ship is as large as a battle cruiser, and it has more capabilities. She was the NS Korman and was built as an interdiction vessel. She was designed to set a mine blockade and man it, by herself. She will retain many of those features, which means you will all have a steep learning curve when you board her. You will have a lot of perks with this vessel, but you will earn everyone of them. This ship is special. You have, each and every one of you, earned the right to be on her. Do not disappoint me, your ship, or yourselves.