I made this story without the real description of the female "Boss" so that my viewers might have more fun imagining that she is the avatar you customized.
Opening
[ Matt Miller ]
Everyone just called her Boss. That was all, when I had first encountered the curvaceous woman I had wondered if she actually even had a real name. She was indeed a beauty but when she opened her mouth I was instantly turned off, at least I told myself that was how I was supposed to feel. I refused to be attracted to such a potty mouthed woman. Not to mention just how vulgar she really was.
I mean . . . was she straight or lesbian? Her appreciation for both sexes always puzzled me to no end and at the beginning I could honestly say they only thing I felt towards her was sheer appreciation because her looks. I felt intimidated by her. A woman who only stood at 5'5 at least three inches shorter than I!
Looking back on it she didn't become leader of the saints and then President of the United States based on her looks alone. She was brave, hard headed, survived death on more than one occasion but not on her own she had help from very loyal followers. It still baffles me on someone so crude can attract a crowd so large and amazingly loyal.
She could tell them all to throw themselves into traffic and I doubt the fools would even question it before throwing themselves into it. Well . . . possibly Shaundi now that she has gotten all . . . well how the boss would say "tight assed."
I used to just think of her as nasty and rude but that was before she accepted me onto her crew. Me, who had attempted to kill her and the members of her crew, I had also viciously taunted her about the loss of her best friend Johnny Gat. Somehow she looked passed that even if it was for her own benefit back then of course it was just for her own benefit all the way up to her becoming the president.
I have to say being part of the crew made life extremely exciting I got to know her more but not by very much. It was only a few exchange in words it seemed that none of them were really too keen on getting to know me. I could understand why . . . with me trying to kill them and all.
I didn't fathom my real worth to the Boss until she rescued me from the Zin and traveled with me on my admittedly silly quest. She actually understood how I felt and my passion for the Nightblade series! It had been an amazing feeling and she had been so uncharacteristically nice to me. Or perhaps it was in her character but I just didn't know enough about her to realize that.
I was in for even more of a shock that night on the ship when I had been working on a new program for her simulation in the comfort of the storage bunker in the bottom of the ship. She had entered the storage room wearing the usual body hugging space suit with the zipper provocatively lowered to show a good deal up her cleavage.
N-now I have seen plenty of women's boobs! Well . . . I have seen plenty of them on the internet at least. I beseech you not to tell the others that though. They will tease me endlessly, even Pierce who is normally the butt of every joke told here. Anyway I am getting off topic.
She walked in with that usual swagger in her step but for once she looked nervous and even unsure of herself. I had wondered what she could possibly have to tell me.
"So, Matt I've been thinking . . . seeing as the world is ending and we could be dead tomorrow. . ." she took in a deep breath and then let out a long sigh.
"What I am trying to say is that . . . you don't have to die a virgin-"
"Will you call me NyteBlayde?" it had just slipped but I didn't really bother trying to cover it up more than anyone else on this ship she understood me. That didn't stop the irritated expression on her face but I could see the amusement there as well.
"Are you fucking serious?" she demanded flinging her arms outward before dropping them down to her sides making a loud clapping sound because she slammed her palms against her hips. I gave a soft nervous laugh and glanced from side to side for a moment.
"You still want to have a go?" I asked smirking acting more confident then I had felt.
". . . ah what the hell?" she asked no one in particular and wrapped her slender arms around my neck and pressed our lips together. The kiss was shocking to me I felt electricity there and a soft sweet sensation of her tongue dragging against my lips asking for entrance. I had placed my hands onto her hips and then shyly moved them to her rear giving an experimental squeeze.
She was right I was a virgin and it was really showing but she surprised me once again by not taunting me about it. Just the occasional annoyed grunt and the annoyed sigh of unsatisfied sexual tension. It was during those short moments that I realized something.
I had just slept with the President of the United States.
*~*Time Skip*~*
I had expected that would be the end of things between the Boss and I. I forced myself to hope that was the end of things, my body thought otherwise. It was like I was a bloody teenager all over again and I felt myself craving feminine touch once again, my hand and the internet just were not working out anymore. Even more so because all I could find on there was alien pornography and that was just a horrifying sight. I chose to act as if nothing had happened and the nights passed without a hitch, no late visits or anything, well until the Boss had returned from doing a mission with Pierce.
She had been on the ship and she had her hair long in two braids, he hands were on her hips and she barked a laugh at whatever C.I.D had said. How could a robot possibly be hilarious? I felt bitter but I wasn't jealous or anything! Who in their right mind would be jealous of a robot? Not me. When she had turned from C.I.D her gaze had fallen on me and I swear that she leered at me.
She approached casually enough but when she was close enough she bluntly asked me if I wanted to screw around on the sofa in the storage room. She had managed it easily enough while I had been struggling with the mere thought for days! I nodded my head and she led me there, I must have looked like a lost puppy following her about and we did not go unnoticed.
Kenzie had stared on horrified and more than a little grossed out. Shaundi had a similar expression but she looked more pissed off than anything. The others, well Asha and the rest of the men were most likely playing a game of some sort in a different room.
I had ended up spending a blissful two hours locked in the storage room with Boss and once we had emerged from said room everyone was acting far too casual. Boss patted my shoulder winking over her shoulder at me and promptly headed back no doubt she was going to enter the simulation again to further destroy what control that blasted alien had there.
I would say that everything between the two of us was going splendidly.
Until . . . we were informed that Johnny Gat wasn't truly dead.
[ I hope you all enjoyed the story so far. Please R&R. Sorry for any spelling fails. ]
