Captain Emrah Jackson Ch. 19

I coughed a bit as the smoke filled my lungs, but after a few I started to enjoy the feeling again. Suddenly a rush of people entered. They were all wearing overalls, and I figured that the factories must be ending their shifts. I drained my drink, but as I did, a few men crowded around the jovian board. I had to wait a little longer till I got an opening.

As I lit another cigarette, a familiar and unwelcome figure appeared infront of my table. It was Gert. Still a stocky barrel of a man, and still with a greasy beard on his face.

"I thought it was you," he said, with a smirk. "You owe me a fuck."

I stayed calm, and waved my cigarette at him. "You cheated, I don't owe you anything." The last time I had been here I had played against him for money. He had convinced me to bet my body against his shuttle craft. It was a game I could have won easily, if not for a friend of his who distracted me at the last minute. It was only the intervention from a kind stranger who stopped Gert from fucking me.

The place was packed, there was nothing he was going to do infront of so many people. He knew it too, but still he stood there with a face like thunder.

It was the barman who came over next, "You need to leave," he said to me as he picked up my empty glass. I had my memories back, and wasn't about to be pushed around.

"What for?" I asked, with a sharp tone in my voice. He had happily served me up until now. Gert was grinning from ear to ear. It was a small victory to have me thrown out.

"I don't care where you go, but you can't drink here."

I argued some more, but he was taking Gert's side. His sole argument was that I had welshed on a fair bet. It hadn't been a fair bet though, they had tried to cheat me.

"What if I paid up?" I asked.

Gert was shaking his head. "You aren't going to do that. What are you trying to pull?"

"I mean, what if I paid you the money."

This got his attention, and I told him that I would split my winnings fifty fifty with him. I wasn't going to offer my body, and he knew that, but earning money was something we could both benefit from.

"I can either leave now, or you could earn some money without having to do anything."

He thought about it. He was a pig of a man, and I wasn't here to make him happy, but he was my only route to the jovian board.

"Okay, baby, but no tricks."

After a few words with the barman, Gert forcibly cleared a space at the board for me. The Jovian board was an electronic game that used hand eye coordination to play, combined with strategy elements. It made it simultaneously appealing to amateurs, and more experienced players. It was for two players. He hovered next to me as I began to play my first opponent. To make sure there was no argument, both our credit passes had been entered into the machine. I bet large and aggressively. One after one my conquests began to pile up.

Gert began to relax as I played, and the promise of free cash got him more animated. He started to supply with me cigarettes and drinks, which I consumed with ease. He also went around the room convincing new player to take me on. Not all of them were comfortable, but with a little intimidation he steered them my way. It felt like he was actually earning his cut.

"You're doing great," he whispered into my ear, and I couldn't help but agree. More booze flowed, and it was as if the whole bar was watching my performance. It was an amazing feeling. During the course of only a few hours, I had made over eight thousand credits, half of which I would have to split with Gert.

"This is so much better than fucking you," he commented to me, during a break.

"How do you know," I said, "you never got to fuck me." The booze was making me bolder and looser with my tongue.

He grinned, and told me that I didn't seem like the scared little girl from before. I replied telling him that he still seemed like the smug prick from before, which he laughed loudly at.

"Listen up, the next guy who beats her will get a lapdance," he called out to the bar. He had only said it to try and embarrass me, which wasn't going to work tonight. I announced just as loudly it would be a private lapdance.

More than a few men lined up, and I beat them in quick succession.

"You love to tease, don't you," Gert whispered in my ear. I didn't answer and continued to play. He was drinking as much as me, and I could smell the booze on his breath.

The barman was up next, which was a surprise as I hadn't seen him play all night.

"He wants to see your titties."

"You can't throw me off this time," I said under my breath, and then beat the barman easily.

After that small flurry of wins, we started to run out of opponents. We had made well over ten thousand. Gert was very pleased, but as the booze went to his head, the idea of embarrassing me further became more apparent. I was drunk too, and not in the mood to take any of his abuse.

"Come on," he shouted, "the next winner gets a blowjob."

It was too much, but admitting that he had gotten under my skin was the same as losing the game.

"I will fuck the next winner," I called out.

The promise was tempting to the men in the bar, but after witnessing my skill, it wasn't worth the gamble. They knew, just like the lapdance, it was going to be something they couldn't achieve. Then I noticed a pair of young men who looked like they might be interested. One of them looked nervous, but his friend convinced him to take a shot.

"She likes them young," Gert said to him salaciously, as he took his position. He was more smartly dressed than the usual regulars, and I guessed the pair were visiting this planet.

The match started, and it was clear he had a lot of talent. It was a struggle to keep up. Even Gert noticed, and stopped trying to put me off. Instead he whispered words of encouragement. It was no use though, the young man's skill was too great, and he won by a small margin. It had taken me by complete shock.

The whole amount of our winnings had been bet, but there were more than credits at stake. His friend whooped and hollered, but my opponent looked more embarrassed than overjoyed.

I was stunned, and so was Gert.

"Take her into the toilet," someone shouted out.

I could see the frustration on Gert's face, there was no way he was going to say goodbye to all that money. "Double or nothing," he called out. There was also the hint of jealousy too.

Then the other boy stood up. He looked about twenty years old, but had a confidence about him. He had been the one to push his friend to play.

"Double what? She is already going to fuck him."

"If she looses the next game, she will fuck both of you," was Gert's hasty response.

Before I could say no, my shy opponent stepped away from the table, saying it had been a silly bet. His friend quickly came over to him, and began pressuring him to play.

"Look at her, she's just a bar slut, you can go first."

His words got under my skin, but I wasn't sure I could beat the shy boy. Gert was there to reassure me, and told me that I just had to concentrate. Besides I would be walking away without any money.

Finally we both agreed. With me and Gert on the other side of the table, we began playing. Others in the bar closed in and began spectating, hoping for me to lose.

The game went quickly at first, and I became aware of the lusty eyes watching me. Gert stayed silent, which helped. Then out of nowhere, the shy boy made a simple mistake, then another and another. I won the game easily by a big margin. It was obvious to me that he had thrown the game.

He made a feeble attempt to sound disappointed, but his friend knew better and began to berate him

"I wanted to fuck that slut," the arrogant boy lamented.

Gert laughed at them, and patted my back, assuming it had been my skill that won the game. As they left the board, the shy boy gave me a sympathetic smile.

With the entertainment seemingly over for the night, the rest of the patrons began to leave. Gert and myself, had made a small fortune between us. It had been a very fun night, I thought to myself. It wasn't just the money. I felt like I had taken back control of my life. I wasn't Cara anymore, I was Emrah.

I collected my things, paid my bar bill, and made my way out into the street. I had enough money to pay the dock fees and with plenty left over with.

"Wait," a voice called out. It was Gert. "We could take them for more money."

It was late, and I already had more than enough credits. "I don't think I could beat him again."

"You don't have to play him, I have a plan," he said. I knew I should have just walked away, but the alcohol was still coursing through my veins, and another victory tonight would top things off nicely. It was less about the money and more about the feeling of victory. A feeling that had been lacking from my life for a long time.

* * * * *

After hearing him explain himself I followed him back in. I propped myself up against the bar, and got another drink. There was only the two boys left in the bar now, and the barman seemed happy to serve them till their money ran out. I drank and smoked in silence, while the barman cleaned glasses. I caught him taking longing looks at my prominent bosom. It was an odd feeling, because of my cosmetic surgery it felt like I was occupying a different woman's body.. He wasn't looking at my breasts he was looking at the ones Hogarth gave me. It was freeing in a way. I made sure to arch my back and make my ass stick out more. It must have looked great in my tightly fitting dress, I thought.

Gert sat on his own at a table out of my way, but within eyeshot. He told me he would make sure things didn't go any further than I wanted. I knocked back a couple more drinks, and told the barman to take a tray of drinks over for the boys. It was an obvious invitation, and it wasn't long before the arrogant boy made his way over to me.

"My friend could have beaten you," he said, and then introduced himself as Tyler.

I didn't answer, and offered him a cigarette. He took it with a smirk.

"No hard feelings," I said, as I returned to my drink.

He wasn't leaving, and stared at me for a few moments. He asked if we always hustled newcomers.

I nodded.

"Do you always win?"

"Not always."

Tyler smirked again, and asked if I fucked the people I lost to.

"Sometimes."

"You wanna play my friend again?" he asked, quietly.

I shook my head slowly, and took another drink. "I'll play with you."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

I turned to him, and looked him up and down. "What about my friend?." I asked, and gestured over to Gert.

"Is he any good?"

I shrugged, and placed a hand on his chest. "If he was any good he wouldn't need me, would he?"

Tyler nodded with a grin. After talking to Gert they both approached the table. I was a little unsure on my feet as I made my way over. I had consumed a lot of booze. I stood with Tyler facing Gert, just as we had discussed.

They started to play, and traded wins. They were short matches, and they both bet small amounts of money. Gert's plan was to lull him into a false sense of security then get him to bet big, in one last blowout. He had rightly assumed the arrogance in him would make him think he was superior. I was to act as insurance, and put the boy off at the last minute, in a similar way Gert had tried to put me off all that time ago. It was only Gert's money that was at stake, so there was nothing for me to lose. We would still split the winnings fifty fifty.

I whispered encouragement to Tyler, and giggled each time Gert lost.

Gert tried to get him to bet bigger, but he wasn't budging.

"This is boring," I said, with a yawn.

"You wanna make it interesting then, darling," Gert said, with a grunt.

"Sure," I said, "you guys start betting bigger, and I will give the next winner a lapdance."

"Well, what do you say?" Gert said, challenging the boy.

There was a look of indecision on his face.

"You get to watch either way," I whispered in his ear.

"Okay," he agreed, and set the amount to one thousand credits.

With my hand on his shoulder, I watched the young man play the hardest he had all night. With one last move he won the game, and punched the air in glee.

"You're not going to make me do this are you?" I asked, with a shy smile. He nodded, and cockily told everyone that he always got what he wanted.

The barman brought a chair over, and turned up the music. This had all been part of Gert's plan. I didn't mind a little strip tease, especially with my new body. Gert watching wasn't something I wanted, but if it helped the boy bet big, all the better.

Tyler took his seat, and his face beamed. He was drunk, but so was I.

"No touching," I said, and he placed his arms behind his back.

I hadn't done anything like this before, but I had seen it done many times. How hard could it be? I focused on the music and my hands began to slide up and down my body. It was awkward at first, and I felt self conscious. The smile on Tyler's face gave me some much needed encouragement. I locked my eyes with his, and ran my hands through my short blonde hair. My body swayed from side to side with the beat of the song. His face became more serious and his gaze ran up and down my body. I turned around and bent over, looking back at him as I presented my rear. My tight dress left nothing to the imagination.

"Nice ass," Tyler said, under his breath. He was half my age, but I felt the flutter of appreciation.

After a bit more dancing, I sat in his lap, much to his delight. I ran my hands up and down his chest, squeezing his muscles, and enjoying the feel of his body. If it hadn't been for his cocky attitude, and his age, I would have found him quite attractive. His confidence with me was refreshing. In his eyes I was just a bar slut, and I played the part very well.

I gave Gert a look over my shoulder as I pulled one the thin shoulder straps down. There was a look of envy etched on his face. He knew it had been my choice to give the lapdance, and he knew it would have been him if he had won the game. The last time I had been here he had bent me over the Jovian board, and tried to fuck me. No doubt that memory was as fresh in his mind as it was mine.

I slowly pulled the front of my dress down, giving the Tyler a good look at my ample breasts. He was wide eyed, as was his shy friend.

My nipples were rock hard, and I held them a few inches from his mouth. Teasing him in the most wicked way. I knew he was doing everything he could, not to reach out and suck them.

"You wanna fuck me, don't you," I whispered into his ear.

His reply was a husky, "Yeah."

"You're a naughty boy, Tyler" I said, as I rocked my hips back and forth in his lap.

"You will find out," he whispered back.

I let my hard nipple graze across his lips, and just as he reached out with his mouth, I arched my back away from him playfully. The feeling of being in control was very powerful.

"Let me touch them," he pleaded.

I took his hands, and began to pull them up my body towards my breasts. At the last moment I stopped and gave him a peck on the cheek.

He growled, as I slowly climbed off of him. His chest was heaving, and the excitement on his face was apparent to everyone. I was a little light headed, and if I was being honest, a little turned on.

"Damn," the barman, commented.

I pulled my dress up, and went back to the board. "One last game?" I asked him, over my shoulder.

He agreed and joined me, his face was red, and flushed.

"What do you wanna bet?" Gert asked.

Before the boy could answer I said that five thousand would be good amount to finish the night on. "The winner gets to take me home."

It was a large amount, but Tyler readily agreed. The shy boy was the only one to call him a fool.

"Fuck off back to the ship if you want," he snapped.

As planned, the dance had enticed him enough to bet big. The next part was going to be simple. As they played I would slip my hand down the boy's trousers, and make him lose the game. Gert wouldn't be taking me home, and we would split the winnings instead.

They began to play, and at first Gert took the lead. I could see the wide smile on his face. If he won, it would make him a lot of money, and unbeknownst to him I had no intention of letting that happen. I didn't stay behind to win some more credits, I stayed to teach Gert a lesson.

Instead of standing by the boy's side as planned, I walked around the table to Gert and rested my hand on the small of his back. He stiffened up at my touch, not understanding what I was doing.

As the game progressed, my hand slipped lower, and I sensed his frustration. As Gert made his final move, I pinched his ass, making him fumble.

"Fuck," he yelled as the game went to the boy. He turned on me with a look of furious anger on his face.

"Clumsy," I said, putting my hand coyly over my mouth. I backed away from him, and into the arms of the younger man.

"Double or nothing," Gert called out in frustration, and scratched at his greasy beard.

Tyler laughed as he ran his hands over my hips, savoring his moment. His hard young body was against mine, and he started to kiss my neck softly. "I know this is what you really wanted," he whispered.

I answered by swaying my hips slowly in his grasp, and gently cooing as he ran his tongue across my skin. "I can always pick the winners."

Gert wasn't finished, and began offering his shuttle to force another game, but the shy boy told him it was a fair bet, and he shouldn't be such a sore loser.

I let his hands run further up my body, and kiss and taste my neck some more, before he suggested that he take me to his ship.

"What's wrong with right here?" I asked, into his ear softly. The look of jealousy on Gert's face was priceless and I wanted to revel in it some more.

"Yeah," he said, and pressed me against the jovian board. His hand started to pull at the hem of my dress. "You like an audience don't you."

Gert looked pissed, and was shaking his head angrily.

Tyler's hand was inbetween my legs now, and was aggressively squeezing my inner thigh. I quivered at his touch, it wasn't gentle or loving. It was rough, and forceful. The combination of the booze and the atmosphere made it incredibly intoxicating. This had been my choice, and I was loving every minute of it. It felt as if I was reclaiming my body. I took hold of his hand and pushed it further between my legs, and with a sigh I felt his fingers against my bare pussy.

He continued with his efforts, and began rubbing his fingers against my slit. "Baby, you're wet," he said, with glee.

I nodded my head, and he placed his mouth over mine. He held my chin with his hand, as our lips pressed together. I felt his tongue trying to get though, and with a submissive noise I let it slip inside. His fingers then found my opening, and I moaned as he began to finger me. The table was pressed against my ass, and I couldn't help but groan as his strong fingers delved deeper into me. He let go of my chin, letting me turn my head away, his mouth didn't let up though, and he sucked my ear into his mouth. With his hand now free, he yanked the front of my top down, breaking one of the thin straps of my dress. The soft flesh of my breast was groped and massaged. My nipple was quickly found and tugged at sharply.

"Bend me over the table," I said, huskily.

Tyler smirked, and covered my mouth with his. His probing tongue was in my mouth again. The rest of my dress was yanked around my waist, and then I was turned and bent roughly over the table. I felt his strong hand pressing into the small of my back, and his other hand pulling my dress over my ass.

"I always get what I want," he said, and I heard his belt being undone. I squirmed on the top of the glass table, waiting in delicious anticipation. This was how Gert had wanted me the first time I was in here. Now all he could do was watch as this younger man took his prize.