Page 10 of Captain's Companion

“Definitely,” Plav said.

“Let’s button down some details,” Ulrik said.

“I’ll message him to see when he has time,” Plav said.

“Good idea,” Ulrik said. “Get her in and out.” Though he didn’t say it, he thought, back where she was safe from others.

“Supplies are all loaded,” Plav said. He tapped a screen on the chair which brought up the security cameras.

Ulrik raised his eyebrows but Plav stepped away. “Keep an eye on her,” Plav said quietly. “It helps when you’re apart.”

“Are we short on anything,” Ulrik said. He tapped the screen and brought up the cameras in his room. These cameras were locked to his code only. He tilted the screen so no one saw but him. Gwyn stood in his room by the closets. Naked. He sighed, seeing her eased some of the clawing need he felt. He watched her sort through her clothing.

Plav said, “Doctor Shifleman can see her in two hours.”

“Excellent,” Ulrik said. Moving the screen closer, he opened another screen by his right arm. “Now about those supplies?”

“According to regs, we’re sufficiently stocked but I’m not comfortable with the levels of some staples,” Plav said.

“The ones listed at the bare minimum,” Ulrik asked.

***

Gwyn bent over to grab another slip out of her bag. Three months. She wondered if he would be as amorous as he was today for the whole of the contract. He was sweet. She felt her body revving up and wanting him. He definitely needed a lot of sex. She worked her way through her bag. She fit everything in one of the closets and two drawers. “It’s only three months,” she said. She felt her stomach tighten and a dread filled her when she thought about leaving him after only three months.

“Short term is best,” she reminded herself. She refused to end up like her mother. Pressing a button on her luggage, it folded down into a tiny square which easily fit on a shelf in the closet. She opened the other bag. Pulling out the sex toys, she set them aside with a sneer. She knew how to use, clean and repair them if needed. She was responsible for their maintenance and repair. Restraints, whips, ball gags, vibrators, and other items filled the bag. At the bottom buried beneath all the equipment for a companion, she brought out a holocube. This stored pictures and recordings so they could be viewed. This thin square was coded to her DNA. She touched it to scroll through the pictures. It still worked and hadn’t been damaged during transport. Personal items like this were not allowed. If control found out she had this, she’d be reprimanded. With a sigh, she replaced it in the bag. Gently she put the bag in the back of the closet.

Her beading supplies sat on the floor next to the bag. She wasn’t sure how she felt about him buying her supplies. She smiled as she sorted them out and put them away in her container. It was sweet of him but was he trying to sway her in some way? Gifts from clients were usually clothes or credits. They were usually the result of a client stepping outside the companion’s usual duties. Instead he got her something she actually wanted. Oh, she wanted credits, but they weren’t her first concern.

His bedroom smelled like him. It didn’t smell but she felt he was all around her. She glanced at the clock and saw he wouldn’t be back for two and a half hours. Her gut tightened and she sighed. Usually she was happy to be alone when her clients didn’t want to fuck her. The clothes and cleaning didn’t bother her. With him gone, she might have time to work out. Closing her container with beads, she put it on the floor of the closet in front of her companion equipment.

Her tablet beeped. She walked to the bedside table where it lay. She thought she’d be uncomfortable being naked but, in some ways, it was freeing.

My Gwyn. You must have an exam by the corporate doctor. I’ll come get you in ten minutes. Please be dressed in something appropriate. Pants are preferred. Wait for me in the lounge.

“You said no pants,” she murmured. “Do you only want no pants when it’s you and me?”

Returning to her closet, she picked out a pair of jeans and a shirt which made her feel delicious. She went to the drawer to choose her lingerie. He liked the silk and lace bra. She brought more like it. She chose an orange one as well as an orange pair of panties. She loved the feel of them as she slipped them on.

Once dressed, she ran a brush through her hair. Tablet in hand, she stepped into the lounge. With several minutes until he returned, she pulled up a game on her tablet.

***

Ulrik’s heart raced as he took the dozen steps to his ready room. He needed to remember she needed to get to the exam. He ordered food which should be in his rooms when they returned. He’d get those two things out of the way and then he planned to pleasure her for the rest of the time he wasn’t on duty. Being captain meant he was always on call but Plav would take care of most things.

“Die. Die. Die. Oh! You bloody bastard, die already,” Gwyn muttered as he stepped into his lounge.

He raised his eyebrows surprised by her. “What are you doing,” Ulrik asked.

“Timed,” she said not looking at him. “Come on. That spell should annihilated him. Dammit.”

“What are you playing,” Ulrik squatted by her.

“Rage of the Dragons,” Gwyn said. “I can’t get passed this level. I’ll have to build up some more.”

“What level are you on,” he asked.

“Oh…,” she suddenly realized she was not supposed to be spending her time playing a game when he was around. “It doesn’t matter. I was …”

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