Chapter Eleven

-The Lady Makes the First Move-

After Minx and Tongo left, I stayed seated in the booth, it was her move and I don't like to step into another man's hunting ground. It is sort of an unwritten rule among civilized men, and I had no desire to get into a pissing contest with the spacer. He had already staked out his territory; she could walk away, I couldn't barge in. Female prerogative always trumps in this case.

I leaned back and spread my arms along the back of the booth, extending one leg under the table, I was tall and wanted her to see that. Yeah, men pose too. Like wearing pants just tight enough to display your junk without being too obvious, or taking the casual stance, crossing arms, leaning back against something and crossing the ankles. It's all a show hoping to attract a female, or the right female. Sometimes it works, sometimes not, life is a big crapshoot.

I caught movement in my peripheral vision and glanced over to see her stand up and step around the table to head in my direction. The spacer reached up to grab her arm, but thought better of it when he saw he had attracted the attention of the two bouncers at the door. Tough luck, kid, or maybe not. One of the hookers slid into the empty chair before it even got cold, at least he could call them 'baby' and they wouldn't take offense, just his cash.

I checked her out from top to bottom as she sauntered my way. She wore a leather jacket over a lace shirt that showed her bra, the tops of her breasts jiggled a bit with each step she took. Her pants hugged her hips and hung straight down to the tops of her boots. Her hair was dark, likely colored but the dye job was good, my guess was the gray was just starting to show, a strand here, a strand there. Her face was plain but regal, attractive, understated makeup, full lower lip, nice to suck into the mouth and nibble on just a bit.

I sat up straight when she was just a few steps away and noticed her eyes, just the hint of crow's feet at the corners and that color that fluctuated between brown and green depending on what she wore and her mood.

She extended her hand when she came to a stop, "Selinda Del'Moor, and you are?"

I took her hand but didn't kiss it, that was too damned corny, good only for romance vids and books. "Markus Deklinn. Please have a seat."

"I would prefer to go someplace more private, wouldn't you, Mr. Deklinn?"

Straight to it then, I liked her already. "Just call me Dek, and please lead the way."

As we walked to the exit, I let my hand drift down her back until my pinky and ring finger settled over the top of her ass. I could feel the muscles move, firm, not jiggly, she kept herself in good shape. I didn't look at the spacer as we passed, no point in rubbing it in and he, at least, had the good grace to know he had lost.

We walked toward a small enclosed speeder, almost a limo, but not quite, still, it had a front and back seat. A tall, aging man in a chauffeur's uniform came around to our side and opened the door. I held her hand as she entered, letting go as she slid across the seat while I climbed in after, placing my hat on the seat beside me. The interior smelled like leather, clean sheets and pears, my aftershave added smoke and citrus, I knew she would smell good, hell, it all smelled good.

As the chauffeur took his place behind the wheel, Selinda gave him very specific directions. "Fenel, dear, the east side apartment, take it slow and close the window."

He didn't need to reply, I suspect he knew the routine. As soon as the divider window slid all the way up, and the speeder began to move, she sidled over to me. I leaned down and covered her mouth with mine, probing between her teeth. She tasted sweet, like sugar or honey.

I let my hand drift up to her breast but she pushed it away, disengaged the kiss and whispered in my ear. "Just relax, Markus, trust me, you will enjoy this."

She nibbled at my neck as her hand traveled down the front of my shirt and settled over my very evident arousal where she made light, circular movements with her fingers. I moaned as she unzipped my trousers and coaxed the hardness free, then smiled at me and lowered her head. Stars above, she knew exactly what to do and wasted no time in doing it.

When she was finished and I had exhaled my last groan, she leaned back against the seat and smiled at me again, "It's my turn when we get to the apartment, Markus, and you might want to put that away, you will need it again, soon."

"Please just call me, Dek." I said as I tucked myself back inside my trousers and zipped up.

"I prefer Markus, it rolls off the tongue, smooth like molasses."

"That's not the only thing that rolls off your tongue, Selinda."

She threw back her head and laughed, deep and throaty. "Just call me Linny, I detest my full name."

"Allright, Linny it is."

"So, Markus, why did you come with me? I know who you are and what you do, is it your intention to pump me for information?"

"I intend to pump you, regardless, and if I get a little information on the side, so much the better for me."

She laughed again, "Touche'. Perhaps I will give you what you want if your performance is extraordinary, or maybe just to rub the Del'Moor's noses in the dirt. We will see what mood strikes me."

A lady with a grudge. If I can push the right buttons this might prove to be a profitable night, it was already interesting, and I knew all the right buttons.