Taste of Blue
Derrick didn't mind this life of his. It was nothing glamorous, hell, it could be down right disgusting, but you couldn't beat the perks.
He had been to some of the fanciest places in town, from the well to do merchants hovels to the grand palace of the local nobility. He traveled with a large group, aliens from all corners of the galaxy.
They had any sort of being you could imagine, male, female, or somewhere in the middle. He wasn't the only human in the group, but he was among the few, especially of those that had his perfect body and smooth, chocolate skin.
His appearance made him a fan favorite, which made his handler set him more out in the open, and then, in turn, his popularity would spike. The vicious cycle meant he was left to please dozens of beings, not that he minded much.
After the troop's latest performance, Derrick had been loaned out to a wealthy widow, and after a night of sweaty extravagance, he now sported a new outfit.
The garment, which covered nothing but his private bits in the front and nothing in the back, made him a little nervous. Nerves weren't a new thing for him, although he had largely gotten past dancing in front of the hoards, he still was asked to do weird and wild things all of the time. Many acts he would not ever do again if he had the choice, others he found surprisingly enjoyable.
Regardless, that was his lot in life. He simply made other peoples lives a bit more entertaining. He wasn't about to do anything to disrupt his place, but he had never considered her either.
He had been busily perusing the crowd for a likely customer, when everything had turned on its head, even though he hadn't been aware of it yet.
Derrick laughed at some inane joke a slightly portly, but very rich contact of his mistress had made about the state of The Alliance of Evil.
The fat man glanced at him from the corner of his eye. It was hard to tell, since his face was already a ruddy shade of red, but he might have blushed.
Bodhi Sai, who was currently pretending to listen to the retort from his underling, wasn't in town often. He was from Eltar, which was well beyond the Armada's reach, but he still liked to dally in a bit of black market trade. It made him an interesting target, and a well paying one at that.
Rolling his well defined muscles in a lose stretch, Derrick gave him a seductive wink. As if on cue, the man snagged a frothy lime green drink from a passing waitress and passed it too him.
"Thank you," he said with a coy smile. The man wasn't hard to fluster, especially since Derrick had some previous experience with the man. In fact, it had been him that had suggested, and then paid for, the piece of decoration he saved for his clients. The memory of the procedure had his anatomy doing some fairly intense tingling, but he pressed that to the back of his mind. He had other things to focus on.
"I dare say, you're looking quite, ah, adventurous, today, Derrick," the man told him, his previous conversation on hiatus.
He lowered his eyes and plastered on a shy smirk, as if embarrassed, "A gift from a client, sir."
With a quirk of an eyebrow, Bodhi seemed preoccupied with some mental image he had conjured at the thought. "Ahem. Well, Bhatt, if you'd excuse me, I'm afraid the alcohol as run straight threw me this evening."
If the assistant cared one way or another, he didn't show it. His bland, emotionless face remained still as he nodded, "Shall I go find Wraith, sir? Perhaps we could secure that shipment coming in from Tholix?"
Absentmindedly, he agreed. Bodhi's attention had drifted once more, this time to the spectacle Derrick was making as he bent down to fix the strap on his sandals.
Satisfied, the smaller man vanished into the crowd of chatting people, leaving the pair alone. "Is the fee still the same?" Bodhi questioned him then, his voice low.
"Afraid not," Derrick answered nonchalantly. "Miss Glamm insists I ask for 500 pieces."
With a sorrowful shake of the head, "I swear, that woman hikes the price every time I come calling, doesn't she?" That wasn't exactly true. Derrick had been setting his own price for a long while, slowly raising it as his confidence had grown. He'd never had a returning customer turn him down.
Bodhi gestured to the exit along the far wall, adding yet another happy client to his mental list. "I'm in 315."
It was only after that particular session - two long hours of questionable integrity - that he came across the one thing that sat between his comfortable existence and a life of turmoil.
Lucy
