Max: Life At Low G, part 6

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The lights finally came back on.

"I believe," the voice said, "that we should be in agreement at this point."

"Yeah, sure," Andy replied.

"Good. Go get cleaned up."

With a clack the door opened slightly. The hall outside was almost pitch black. The only light was from the room we were in and a room across the hall.

"You will find personal facilities, beds and clothing in the guest room," the voice explained.

We went into the room across the hall. I was not surprised when the door shut and magnetic locks clacked into place.

"So what now?" I asked.

"I am going to take a shower. Feel free to join me."

When we got out of the shower, there were three additions to the room. Sitting on the table were my comp and some food. I was so excited about the first two items that I didn't notice the third until Andy said

"Cassie?"

There she was, sitting at the table, looking as hot as ever.

"What the hell?"

"Hi, guys."

As usual, Andy managed to spot the obvious before me.

"You seem to be looking rather happy and spry for a hostage."

"I'm not a hostage and neither are you. Hostages are held for ransom. You are being held for your skills"

"What are you being held for?" I asked, ever slow on the uptake.

"Don't be a dumbass," Andy said to me.

"You may think of me as your recruiter," Cassie explained.

"You do this a lot, then?"

"Recruit?" she asked in reply.

"Fuck people then fuck them over."

"Fuck them over, yes. Fuck them, only when the mood strikes. Look, I know what you must be thinking right now..."

"Then why aren't you running?" Andy interrupted.

"If it makes you feel better, I didn't exactly lie to you," she continued. "I do have a degree in history. I was on the Leibniz on Daddy's cred. In fact, that is whom you are working for."

"Daddy whore you out a lot?" Andy must have been pissed off. He's been more diplomatic with people he was ready to kill. Me, I was lost.

"Look," she said to me. "Here is your comp. Exactly as you left it. We did a thorough inventory but did not change a setting."

I guess it says something about me that after all the shit we were in, I actually felt relieved grabbing my comp and checking it over. She was right. Not a setting was changed.

"So," Andy seemed to regain his composure. "What is the job?"

"Something you are both expert at. Penetration."

Andy stared at her for a second. "Are slaves or actors in a cheap porn movie?"

"That's a shame," she replied. "One of the things I liked about you was your sense of humor. That and your cock. And your boyfriends cock. And..."

"We are going to be penetrating one of Daddy's rivals, then?" Andy asked.

"Yes." She actually seemed hurt that Andy was not joining in with her ribaldry.

"Give me the parameters and point me to a hookup," I said, trying to sound as composed as Andy.

"One of the parameters is that you won't be able to get in via any old connection.

It was my turn to have hurt feelings. "I can penetrate anything that is hooked up."

"I know, my sweet," she replied soothingly. "But this place is not typical. Paranoid. "They don't have any external hookups."

It took me a moment to process this. "How am I supposed to get in?"

"By getting in," she replied.

I hated to sound stupid, but "Huh?" was all I could manage at that point.

"Physical penetration," Andy said.

"Now who's making the double entendres?"

"Fuck you," was Andy's reply. Cassie just smiled.

"Physical penetration?" I asked.

"It would seem," Andy explained, "that we are meant to actually go on site, to our target's location and do the pen there."

"That sounds stupid and dangerous," I said.

"And fun. Get ready. Eat, get some sleep," Cassie said while getting up. "We leave in the morning."

With that she was out of the door. It clacked behind her. I then realized that it had not clacked before se opened it.

"She was playing with us," I said to Andy.

"Yeah. She was. Eat something."