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Garage Sale	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: +A through F > Beyond Good & Evil Views: 2793 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Garage Sale
- 2-ii.
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Author Note: The Mammago brothers speak with a jamaican accent, so just keep that in mind while reading their dialogue when you see what would appear to be misspellings or incorrect grammar.

Casually tipped out the back of the Beluga, an apparently space worthy vessel in desperate need of a new lick of paint, the hovercraft threw salty spray up into the air as it splashed into the bay. Water rained down on its smoke-streaked, dull yellow shell, briefly simulating the familiar pit-pat-plip of rain - a sound the craft's inhabitants easily ignored. They were far too focused on the conversation at hand to hear it in the first place.
"They've really beefed up the Garage's defences after all those DomZ attacks."
"So you say, Miss Jade," Double H replied. "Are you sure there is no way to use the Chief - I mean your uncle's ship to achieve our goal?"
"If we had no qualms about shooting up the place, sure."
"Surely we could retrofit the Beluga for the task? It already has the capability to pick up this hovercraft, after all."
Jade stroked the ex-military sergeant's cock in thought. "Hmm," she said, tapping a finger against her cheek, "no, I don't think so. We'd end up tearing the Garage to bits trying to get at the Space Engine. I couldn't sleep at night knowing I'd done that to Mamma and her boys, even for Pey'j."
Double H sighed. "I find myself agreeing with you, Miss Jade. Despite the urgency of this emergency. Gah! If only those infernal Pearls were not so hard to come by!"
"Not without lying, cheating and stealing anyway."
"Ah, you never did mention how you finally managed to best Francis at his own game."
"Through sheer determination. And betting several thousand credits," Jade replied. At least, that was the story she was sticking to. Better not to mention the under-the-table tactics she employed after losing time and again to that infuriatingly cocky shark. Double H probably wouldn't want to hear the details of what Jade actually did while under said table. Or how long she spent there even after Francis held up his side of the deal and handed her his prized...well, prize. The IRIS agent was very particular about the importance of their partnership, including and not limited to maintaining a minimal degree of physical separation at all times.
D.B.U.T.T
Don't Break Up The Team
The 'Team' however, according to Carlson & Peeters, were permitted - and encouraged - to take frequent breaks as a means to recoup and build morale. Jade performed the latter duty with long, swivelling strokes, guiding a loose fist down to the root of Double H's shaft, where the edge of her hand received a scratchy kiss from a dark, wiry curls. Her chin sitting in the cup of her palm, and her elbow laid flat on his thigh, the photojournalist looked up at the man and asked: "So, any ideas?"
The agent's long, angular face scrunched up in serious thought. "Are there any more races to attend, I wonder?"
"Nope. We swept the circuit clean."
"Of course!" Double H exclaimed, pushing thick fingers into Jade's hair. "We claimed the championship!"
The young woman smirked. "Well, I did. But your moral support was much appreciated."
"'Twas my roaring cheer that saw us across the finish line, Miss Jade."
She had a witty retort on the edge of her lips; however, the engorged crown of Double H's dick pushed between them before she could speak and all that emerged was a soft 'mmph'.
"I suppose there's no other choice," the agent said, more to himself it seemed. "Miss Jade, might I take a look at your camera?"
"Mm-hmmph."
The photojournalist carried the strap of her camera up and over her head, disengaging from Double H. She poked her tongue out towards the corner of her mouth as she handed it off to the man, dabbing up a smear of pre-cum. "Why did you want me take those aerial shots of the Garage anyway?" Jade asked afterwards. "We could already see it pretty clearly from the Beluga."
"G.I.T.S. Gathering Information Trumps Speculation."
"Really?" the young woman said after a moment, fingers threading into her hair again. "Gits?"
"Carlson and Peeters, Opus 2, Page 345," Double H fired off immediately.
Jade rolled her eyes, then opened her mouth.
"But wait...ah, my mistake. It was Opus 3," Double H corrected himself. A heavy hand pressed Jade's head into his lap. "The course of our decisions are best led on the basis of evidence. One must be sure before taking action, wouldn't you agree?"
Jade hummed her reply. Fairly difficult to say anything at all with the agent's manhood resting thickly on her tongue. It was a little tough to try and breathe at the same time, too. Her lips were pulled tight around Double H and the pressure on the back of her head gave Jade little other option except to sink further down his pole. Her digits curled in towards her palms as she made the effort, fingertips sliding along the smooth golden sheets of military-grade armour she had not once witnessed the man remove. However, when with a spongy tickle Jade's tonsils were greeted by a curious cockhead, her throat contracted in immediate denial. Double H barely seemed to notice when she loudly gagged.
"I will have to review these pictures with the utmost care," the man said, staring down at the camera's display screen with eyes narrowed in fierce concentration. "Incredible photography as always, Miss Jade," he added sincerely.
The gasp of a desperate, drowning woman breaching the surface of the waters filled the hovercraft's cabin. "Th...thank you," she managed, winded. Bubbling trails of spit were left dripping down towards a mass of public curls. Jade wrapped both hands around Double H, slathering erect meat in natural lubricant with twisting motions that pumped the full length of the man's shaft.
The agent turned her camera in his hand. "Hmm. I wonder if we could..."
"What are you thinking?"
The glow of the screen washed across Double H's features as he peered closer. "This section here..."
A moist pop preceded Jade asking: "Is interesting because...?"
The man started. "What? No, Miss Jade, I was simply thinking aloud. I will let you know when I'm finished."
The young woman arched her brow, then shrugged and ducked her head low. Her tongue licked the sweat off of Double H's wrinkly sack; a caveat to the stalwart protection of his armour was how efficiently it trapped body heat. Luckily - and strangely - Jade did not mind either musk or taste. One hand stroking a slippery, glistening pole, her other carefully fondled the agent's heavy balls and she pressed over them each a wet, open-mouthed kiss. Her breath was hot when she sucked one into her mouth like hard, sweet candy.
"AH!
Double H abruptly gave a shout. Jade hummed. She liked the sound of his voice, tight and straining like the nuts she was suckling on.
"Oh, Miss Jade!"
Even better. Though the young woman did wince at the loud clatter of her camera slipping out the man's grasp to hit the floor. Fortunately, it was a sturdy piece of equipment.
"I've got it. I've got it!"
Jade frowned. Got it? Got what?
"A plan!"
Wow. She hadn't even said anything.
"An astounding plan. Oh my!"
Jade's brow rose even higher this time. As did her fist, curling loosely around Double H's blushing cockhead and swivelling like the armchair of an evil mastermind manipulating the population of an entire planet via its corrupt, self-serving media. Or something like that. Anyway -
"Mind sharing this plan?"
And without warning her face was smushed between the IRIS agent's huge palms. His was lit up brighter with enthusiasm than the stars they were desperately trying to reach.
"Carlson and Peeters, Chapter 6, Paragraph 9: Assistance Secures Success!"
It took her a moment. Jade snorted afterwards. "Oh, come on."
To which Double H replied: "I will!"
And suddenly she was diving again, taking a plunge to the bottom of the ocean with barely half a breath in her lungs - and that was almost choked out of her when Jade inhaled a strong whiff of sweaty bollocks and damp pubes after being shoved face first into the deep. Her eyes flared wide and watered terribly. Her hands clawed at armoured thighs, but there was no breaking out of Double H's grip this time. Excited hips jutted upwards and pushed a throbbing cock right to the back of her mouth. Then the man cried "Miss Jade!" and hot, salty cream blasted down her gullet.
Double H's giant mitts slipped away as he slouched blissfully in the co-pilot's chair, freeing the young woman from captivity. She emerged with a rib-aching cough, throat burning as she held her stomach. Gloopy strings of mingled saliva and semen dribbled over the edge of her lower lip, thick globs perilously dangling under their own weight. Jade swallowed air in loud, deep breaths, blinking the darkness away from the edge of her vision.
Double H was still hard, his meat marinated in spit. Lipstick was smeared near the base of his shaft, vibrantly green. Coughing to clear her throat, Jade wrapped her hands around the man and opened her mouth for his crown.
"Mmm," the agent moaned weakly. "Miss Jade, you...you vixen!"
She couldn't help but laugh, breaking away from Double H's cock. Jade had to cup a hand over her mouth to prevent the last bit of cum she'd sucked out of his urethra splattering the floor between her legs.
"I need to clean up," she said, swallowing, "and get up. My knees are killing me."
He didn't let her go immediately. A hand slipped under her top and warmly palmed her tits. At least until Jade threatened to kiss him with cum-streaked lips. Never did like the taste of his own stuff, Double H.
"So this plan," Jade said, swinging her butt into the pilot's chair a minute later. A soiled rag lay in the corner of the cabin, somewhere. Pey'j had never exactly kept any kind of space he existed in the tidiest and his niece dutifully replicated the habit.
"Yes, of course, Miss Jade, I will tell you. But not right now." The IRIS agent began to whisper conspiratorially. "They are watching, listening to our every word."
The young woman was bemused. "They?"
Double H's nod was emphatic as he cast suspicious eyes around the cabin. Jade just shrugged and reached for the hovercraft's control panels. The lingering smell of motor oil reminded her fondly of her uncle - her uncle complaining that he could smell motor oil. Oh Pey'j. They had to get him back. She had to get him back.
"Alright, Double H," Jade said, kicking the grumbling engines into gear, "we'll head off the grid for a while. But you'd better fill me in."
"Yes sir!"

Slipping underneath the metallic doors that served as the Mammago Garage's entrance - and in recent times sturdy barricade - the yellow hovercraft swung around to point its rear end at the wooden dock, sidling backwards in reverse and bumping up against the damp planks. The grumbling whir of its engine died spluttering just before the back popped open with a petulant mechanical hiss, like the thing didn't even want to be there in the first place.
Must've been just as tired of being stripped down and having bits and pieces bolted on as its pilot was having to bring it in the first place.
"Yo, Jade!" boomed a familiar voice, loud and clear through the thick swirls of engine smoke escaping the hovercraft's cabin. The young woman emerged coughing onto the Garage dock, wafting a hand frantically in front of her face.
"Issam, send her through," she wheezed, "quick!"
"You got it, Jade."
The desk clerk shoved two of his three thick fingers under the tough, grey upper lip of his beak-shaped mouth and sharply whistled. Then, by some form of mechanical wizardry Jade had seen too often by this point to be surprised by, the smoking hovercraft at her back shifted to the left and disappeared through a gate connected to the side of the building, carried around to the back of the Garage. She breathed easier in its absence, straightening with a sigh as fresh air washed through her lungs.
"Thanks, Issam. Just patch her up for me, alright?"
"Noooo problem!"
The abundantly muscled, overall wearing rhino-sapien turned small, round black eyes down to the keypad in front of him. Defying appearances, his large fingers flew smoothly across the digital interface, putting in a familiar order for repairs. Jade, meanwhile, was currently peeling off her jacket, which clung stubbornly to her arms thanks to the almost adhesive quality of sweat. The hovercraft's cabin had been like a sauna.
Issam's gaze turned up as Jade finally pulled her limbs free of the jacket and slung it over her shoulder. She was left in a plain white tank top that cut off as it reached her midriff. Her stomach was taut through years of martial arts training and disciplined yoga, lean and toned. Jade had thought about adorning the cute, shallow depression of her navel with a piercing once, then decided it would be too 'girl-y'.
"Hey, Issam," she asked, glancing around the dock, "where's your brother?"
"Babukar?" he said with a strong accent. "Gone into the city, ain't he? Tol' me he can't stand for the Alpha Sections no more, not after dem IRIS reports."
Jade blinked. "He's joined the protests?"
"Must be," Issam replied.
"Huh," the young woman said, pushing her shoulders back and innocently stretching. To the rhino-sapien's wandering eyes, at least. Jade certainly knew what she was up to. Her top was stretched tight over her chest and deep, glistening cleavage was on inviting display. Not to mention that when the material was soaked through with sweat it tended to hug very closely to the shape of Jade's generous bosom. Even a blind man would be able to spot the small pair of bumps poking into the damp top. Peepers would get his opportunity another day, however.
"Wait," Jade said, tilting her head back, "so if Babukar's not here, who's going to work on the hovercraft?"
Issam stared quite blatantly for a long moment as she exposed her throat and rubbed idly at her collarbone, beads of perspiration rolling down tan skin to melt teasingly into the warm valley of full breasts. It was, Jade was sure, a tantalising sight, but she needed an answer. Babukar's absence had not been anticipated.
"Machine," Issam blurted out when the young woman coughed. "Mamma just installed one, fully automated. Can do repairs on all sort a' vehicle."
"I thought those cost an arm and a leg," Jade said, watching the rhino-sapien watch her finger slip lower and lower.
"Yeah man. Extortion, I tell you. Mamma been saving up every pearl we get."
"Wonder who you've been getting all those pearls off to begin with," Jade muttered under her breath.
"Mm?" Issam said, whether in acknowledgement that she'd made some sort of sound he hadn't quite heard or appreciatively as she lightly tugged at the neckline of her top with a finger, Jade didn't really know. She assumed the former.
"Nothing," the young woman replied. "Is Hal in, then?"
Issam quickly looked up. Of all the things to get his attention, Jade thought.
"After another purchase already?" the rhino-sapien said, delight at a potential sale already shining in his beady black eyes. "How's that flight stabiliser treatin' you?"
"Good. And I'm just looking," the young woman emphasised, "make sure I know what you boys are trying to sell off to me."
"No worry 'bout it, Jade," Issam said jovially, "Mammago always treat the customer right!"
She simply smiled in reply. Beneath a tight, white, sweat-damp, cleavage baring tank top as she turned to head through into the Garage's shop, Jade's heart was beating just a touch faster. She almost jumped when Issam suddenly called out to her.
"Hey, Jade, you two not together now? That one that never took off 'im armour?"
"Oh, I dropped him off in the city before coming here," she called back. "He had a few things to sort out."
One of those things had been working with Jade to tamper with the hovercraft's engine just enough to get it to belch smoke every few seconds rather than blow up in her face as she pelted over the waves to the Garage. Said engine had been uncomfortably compliant with their request.
Jade could feel Issam's eyes on her as she walked into the shop, not surprising considering that she had exchanged her usual comfortable and loose fitting pants for a pair that would likely split straight down the middle should she execute another more strenuous than a kick to the shins. Double H's idea, actually; he had a really good handle on her assets. Though he certainly expressed a manner of reluctance afterwards about the sometimes necessary act of breaking up the team (Carlson and Peeters, Page 824).
She used the time it took to walk to the back of the shop to touch up her lipstick, pausing just before the second set of mechanical rising doors to check her reflection. Jade pouted in front of the empty glass display case, the allure of full lips enhanced with a fresh, shimmering application of gloss. They were another trademark feature of hers and she didn't need telling why. Often, the right kind of smile was all it took. She combed fingers through her short black hair, contemplating the spiky, tomboyish look. It had its own appeal, one that just kind of...worked, for her. She liked it; others certainly seemed to like pulling on it. The young woman straightened, pushed out a breath and headed through the doors.
"Jade!" Hal exclaimed. "Back so soon, eh?"
Issam's brother stretched his yellow, Mammago branded overalls a little more tightly over the stomach. The handle of two or more tools poked out the pockets sown onto the uniform, bearing the marks of a grease-stained grip. Thick twists of brown dreadlocks poked out from underneath a large crotched cap woven primarily in yellow, but also patterned in small part with red and green.
"Just coming to take a look at the goods," Jade lightly replied, though she swallowed as she moved closer to what was by far the shop's largest display case.
"You've almos' cleaned out the shop," Hal told her, eyes enthusiastically bright behind rimmed goggles. "You is Mamma's favourite customer."
"I can't imagine why," Jade said dryly.
"Pearls!" Hal was a bit slow. "We can always count on you to keep the Garage tickin' over. So," the rhino-sapien began, leaning in, "you interested?"
He was referring, obviously, to the Space Engine. The thing was huge, revolving slowly in anti-gravity to allow potential buyers to appreciate its every pitted, worn looking angle. No, it was most certainly not fresh off the production line, but it would do the job. She hoped. For thirty pearls it damn well better. Of course, the trouble was Jade didn't have anywhere near the number of little shiny balls Mamma and her boys was asking for.
"Hal," Jade said, turning to look up at the rhino-sapien, "I wonder if we could talk in private."
His eyes grew even smaller behind his goggles. "Private?"
The young woman inched a little closer as she looked away, and turned just so. Hal had a good foot and a half if not more in height over her. She felt his gaze slide right off the top of her head and plunge down her top. Jade waited a moment or two longer before lifting her eyes again.
"I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, Hal," she said quietly, "and - well, I think it's better we keep this between the two of us. Do you have an office or something?" Jade asked, and as she leaned forward - just a bit - the corner of her lips slowly, carefully lifted. "Somewhere quiet."
Heavy rhino-sapien breathing filled the room. Even Hal knew what was going on. Perhaps. He nodded quickly either way. Jade offered an encouraging smile. And a touch to the thigh.
"Then lead the way."
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