Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet or any of its characters. Tobi is mine.
Jim looked dubiously at the sign swaying over his head.
Buckle Inn. The paint was chipped and faded, much like the rest of the building. In fact, it reminded him of something he'd seen a long time ago, something called a western and there was a local hangout called a saloon that he would swear this place was its twin.
Except the windows were all boarded up and in place of a pair of swinging wooden doors were a pair of steel ones instead. It practically reeked of illegal because it sat just beyond the Federation boundary, not to mention that it just looked shaddy. But Tobi insisted this was the place they might be able to find help.
So he was not at all prepared for what he saw when he stepped inside.
Old west saloons were run down and dirty. This was a high class casino, with gambling tables, bars and lounges spread out across the floor. It was bustling with all sorts of aliens, all of them of some illegal profession if he had to guess. But that didn't seem to faze the card dealers and bar maids, who didn't even bat an eyelash at the guns.
Tobi tugged on his arm and he had no choice but to follow. This was not some place he wanted to get lost in and if she knew where to go than so much the better for him. She led him deeper in, past most of the regular tables and back to where the high rollers stayed. They stopped at an old wood bar that gleamed under the lighting. A young female Vevia looked them over, her six long arms absent-mindedly cleaning the bar or wiping glasses or moving bottles of booze around.
"What'll it be?" she asked.
"A zizzle for me and Bergian beer for my friend. Also, could you call Vixen for me and tell her adventure's come to call?" The alien started in shock but quickly set to work fixing those drink while she spoke to someone over a communicator. When the call ended she nodded and pushed their drinks at them, muttering, "On the house." Tobi smiled and wandered over to one of the lounges. The seats were plush and made of a rich fabric that made Jim squirm. If he spilled anything on it, there was no way he'd be able to pay for repairs.
"Are you sure we should be drinking this?" he asked. They were both underage but the girl was already into hers.
"Don't worry about it. We're out of Federation airspace. Not much they can do any way," she told him. He gave her a skeptical look as he took a sip. It had a rich flavor with a hint of sweetness, although the alcohol burned on the way down.
"Venture? Is that you?" a voice came from behind them. Jim turned to see Tobi jump up and into the arms of a Calcur, whose species might've been able to pass for a regular human if it weren't for the bright pink skin, purple hair and two extra arms. She had a very pretty face and a charming smile. She was also rather buxom, as her breasts threatened to spill out of her corset.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't think I'd see you here again. Well, at least not this soon," she chuckled. Tobi laughed and swung an arm around the alien's waist. Jim was surprised at how good the two of them looked together. Or rather, how good they looked. Of course it could be the alcohol, he thought as he took another swig.
"Yeah, we're on a trip but it seems we have ourselves a stowaway. There's an electrical storm and my communicator isn't strong enough to penetrate it. I wanted to ask Vixen if we could use hers."
"I would love to, if it weren't also out of commission," someone purred. Jim had to turn all the way in his seat to see an older Klekian behind them. Her brown skin was rough, reminding him of gravel. But she had sharp eyes and looked good for someone about his mom's age.
In fact, there were an awful lot of pretty girls or females around this place. He glanced over the card tables at the female dealers decked out in lingerie. The waitresses, bar tenders, even it seemed security were all scantily clad females. While he had only his prejudice towards his own species to judge them by, he still thought they were beautiful. Still, it was rather confusing and he drained his beer which only helped in making everything a little less steady. What exactly do they put in these things?
"I figured as much since it's rarely worked in the past. But I was also hoping that you might have some Federation officers hanging around that I could talk to," she tried. But Vixen just shook her head.
"Not tonight I'm afraid. And even if I did you know I'd be hesitant to let you talk to them." Tobi's face sank but she nodded.
"I understand," she sighed as she plopped down in her seat. It was then that Vixen finally noticed he was there.
"And who might we have here?" she purred. Jim could feel his face heat up as she leaned over him. Her dress was only a little more conservative as her breasts seemed to be forming some sort of escape plan. She was also wearing some sort of scent, though Jim could swear it was actually drawing him in and making his eyes grow heavy.
"That would be Captain James Hawkins. A recent graduate of the Interstellar Academy, much like myself," Tobi said from somewhere far off. Something cold was pressed into his hand and Jim took the opportunity to try to clear his head. The alcohol only succeeded in making his thoughts more muddled. He glared down at the beer in his hand like it had designs on him.
"My my, what a handsome young man. And a space captain to boot. I'm sure the girls would like to meet him," the older woman said. She was watching him as she caressed his face but her statement had been directed elsewhere.
He glanced over at Tobi who seemed to be pondering the offer. The wicked smile that spread over her face would've turned his blood to ice were it not for the beers having already heated it. Speaking of which…
"I do believe, that they would. But I can't afford full price you know," she said.
"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out," Vixen called out as she went back to the bar. She spoke quickly into the communicator and Jim could hear a soft set of chimes go off as she glided back. She pushed a stray hair off his face, making him shiver. It wasn't a bad feeling, but he wasn't really sure what he felt. Had two beers really thrown him off that badly? He found himself leaning into the alien's touch, if only to see her smile again.
"Pleasant indeed. Oh girls good. Come, meet Mr. Jim Hawkins. He'd very much like to make your acquaintance," she said. Jim looked up at four very pretty aliens, all ranging from the pretty Calcur earlier to another of Amelia's species. Two of them giggled and tugged him to his feet, dancing around him like sprites. They gently guided him to an elevator, their touches light like feathers that sent small shocks through his arms.
He followed them off the elevator and down a hallway lined with doors. Some where inside his murky thoughts Jim knew what this place was but he'd stopped caring. Instead he smiled as the girls steered him down the corridor. His senses were awash in flowery perfumes and giggling. So much giggling.
They opened a door and had Jim been in his right mind, he might've been shocked at the size of the suite. But his mind found itself preoccupied as one bold girl pulled him in for a kiss. He was vaguely aware that he was moving but it wasn't until she pulled him down that he realized they'd moved to the bed. He bent in to kiss the girl again but two of his escorts pulled him away. The captain might've protested if they hadn't started taking off his clothes.
Oh, well. That's fine.
A noise over his shoulder pulled his attention to the door. Tobi and Vixen were standing there, looking awfully smug.
"Take good care of him. I need him back in the morning in one piece," Tobi said, though she sounded very far away.
"You know we will. Now off with you and let us do our work," the other woman declared. Tobi's grin widened as she nodded and left.
Suddenly, Jim realized he was alone with five women he hardly knew, four of whom seemed very enthusiastic about getting his pants off. He shuffled about trying to sit up but then there were hands and he moaned because it felt so good.
"W-Wait!" he tried, though his tongue felt heavy and swollen. One of the girls shushed him, her finger to his lips.
"There's a reason we call this place the Buckle Inn. It's because you're in for one hell of a ride."
AN: HAHAHAHAHA! Have some cheese to finish off a rather risqué chapter! Don't worry, for those of you who are squeamish about such things there shall be no graphic details pertaining to Jim's wild night of lust. I just wanted to get the boy laid! HA! I honestly hadn't originally planned on going this route, but it kind of popped into my head and stuck. So whether you like it or hate it, I'm keeping it.
Oh and like the whole pun with the name? Totally just popped into my head one day and I had to use it. It had to be done.
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