“What just happened?” Julia asked. The monitor had flickered so fast she hadn’t been able to follow it.
Olga hit the replay and backed up, going frame by frame.
“There,” she said. There was a very brief flash of something sliding down the neck of the bottle. Katya had been watching it, too.
“God, I hope their people didn’t catch that,” Julia said.
“Be hard,” Olga replied. “They’re watching a lot of people.”
“Two of the females with Jenkins have hooked up with Alicia,” Suarez said when Ritter walked back in the room.
“Can you filter for conversation?” Ritter asked.
“With Alicia?” Enrico said, chuckling. “It’s mostly ‘WOO-HOO’ or ‘PAR-TEE.’ But, yeah, and I listened in. She’s just learned that there’s a country called Georgia as well as a state and isn’t assimilating it well. That girl is just about dumb as dog shit.”
“No pleas to be rescued?” Ritter asked. “How about transfers?”
“She doesn’t have any pockets,” the computer guy said, backing up the recordings and starting at the beginning. “The only thing that’s been transferred is a bottle of tequila which is rapidly disappearing.”
Ritter replayed the video and watched the American girl’s hands. She hadn’t touched anything but skin on the two girls. Nowhere near their clothes. Although she… He backed up and watched her interaction then grunted.
“What?” Suarez asked. “What did I miss?”
“That that little bitch is bi,” Ritter said. “She’s making moves on the blonde, Rakovich.”
“I think this might make video of the week,” Enrico said, leaning forward.
Anna was enjoying the dancing but not the company. The American girl was extremely loud and kept touching her.
Anastasia had played with her friends in the harem. Otryad was as regular as clockwork about his sex with the girls and, frankly, lousy. You had the choice of your own fingers or others’ and she had even enjoyed it. But she was not naturally bisexual; she liked men, preferably men holding a whip.
The American girl, though, was clearly bi. And she’d settled on Anastasia as a play partner.
Anastasia had, also, virtually no experience with anyone trying to pick her up. She knew that was what was going on and wasn’t sure how you said “No.” Saying “No” wasn’t anywhere in her training.
As the dance number stopped the drunken girl let out another hoot and grabbed her, sliding her hand onto her breast.
“You are so hot!” Alicia said, pulling her head down. “Gimme a kiss!”
“Please,” Anastasia said, jerking back. “I don’t… I’m not…”
“Oh, quit lying,” Greznya snapped. “You know you are, you’re just shy,” she added, grabbing Katya. “I’m not, though. Forget the blonde, how about a redhead.”
“Oh, yeah!” Alicia said, sliding into her arms.
The group let out a loud holler as the two women started kissing on the dance floor.
Naturally, quite a few of the men drifted over as the two started a hard make-out session, writhing with the new music.
“What’s going on?” Mike asked as one of the men came back, shaking his head and grinning.
“Couple of girls going at it on the dance floor,” the guy said. “And I mean ‘get a room’ going at it.”
“This I gotta see,” Mike said, walking over.
The crowd at the door was thick so he eventually just hopped up on a chair. Several of the men had.
When he saw what was going on, though, his mind froze. Anastasia was standing in the middle of the dance floor, hands on hips and looking more pissed than he’d ever seen her while Greznya was… Jesus was she making out with some chick that was a total blank to him.
Greznya. Making out. In public. With a woman. He got a hard-on just thinking about it, much less watching. They weren’t just kissing, either, their hands were all over each other. And they’d started a cascade, a bunch of the girls, probably because nobody was watching them, had started doing the same thing.
As Mike watched, frozen, Britney strode across the floor, pushing dancers and other couples out of her way and walked up to Greznya, yanking her back.
Britney wasn’t sure what was going on but she knew that it was something. Greznya simply wasn’t the type to make out in public. Which meant she was doing something in regards to the mission.
And the toughest moment is always when you’re trying to egress Injun country.
But she had an answer to that, too.
She walked over and yanked Greznya off the other girl then slapped her, hard. She didn’t know if Greznya could fake taking a blow and wasn’t going to try under the circumstances.
“You bitch!” she screamed. “You two-timing bitch!”
Greznya had nearly lost the message capsule but managed to catch it at the last moment. She ducked down, her face working and trying to summon up tears. They didn’t come naturally to the Keldara.
“I’m sorry, Bambi…” she sniffled. “I’m sorry…”
“How dare you!” Katya screamed, grabbing the blonde by the hair. She’d seen her come in with the Kildar but didn’t recognize her. From the accent she was a real American, probably the liaison officer. “Just because you can’t keep her satisfied…”
If the make-out session had had everyone riveted, the two swearing women, tearing at each other’s clothes and hair, had them cheering.
Mike jumped down off his chair and forced his way through the crowd, making it to the two before the bouncers. Shota was right behind him. Quite a few people trying to get a better look bounced off unnoticed.
“God damn it!” he bellowed, grabbing the by now half-naked Britney and pulling her away from the girl. She had the other girl by her long blonde hair but he managed to pry her fingers off, simultaneously shoving the stranger away. “Bambi I am going to tan your hide! I swear I can’t take you girls anywhere!”
“Oh, get your fucking hands off of me!” Britney swore, lunging at Katya. “I’m gonna tear that bleached hair out of your head, slut!”
“That’s enough,” Mike shouted, pushing her towards Shota, who got a grip on her upper arm that the lieutenant wasn’t going to break in her wildest dreams. “Anna, Grez, come!”
“I’m very sorry about this,” Mike said, as he passed Gonzales on the way to the door. “The girls were just having too much fun and it went to their heads. I apologize.”
“Not a problem,” Gonzales said, grinning. “It will be the talk of the harbor for at least a week.”
The security had spotted that they were exiting and Mike’s Cigarette was alongside before they’d made it to the ladder, Mike dragging Greznya and Anastasia by their upper arms.
“I am so going to tan your hides,” Mike said. “And Anastasia! I’m surprised you let this happen!”
“I’m sorry, Kildar,” Anastasia said, practically sobbing. “I don’t know what happened…”
“We are going to have a serious spanking session when we get back, that I can assure you,” Mike said, shoving the two girls into the boat. “One that you are not going to enjoy.”
“Are you sure?” Ritter said, looking at the video. “Nothing was passed?”