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The Two Companions Pt. 01

By: rondori



We don't make any money in Joss's verse, we just play here. 

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PART I- Post BDM: in which Inara teaches a couple of novices the tricks of the trade.

Prologue: When the original colony ships had arrived, the society was largely egalitarian due to the long shipboard confinement and huge sacrifices and death rates involved in terraforming and settling the raw worlds they found. Sacred prostitution by both males and females was seen as a public service and was actually done on a rotating basis among the whole population on some ships and in the early colonies.

As the core worlds gained in prosperity, the companions began to be elevated in status. As the clientele gained wealth and status, the guild chose to bar from their membership all but the most highly trained companions and excluding the more common prostitutes that serviced the working classes. The companions also began to incorporate elements of geisha and Greek companion standards and practices.

The settlement of the rim worlds also saw the rise of neo-Puritanism and the consequential rise in discrimination against the common prostitutes in their midst. The companions of the core worlds continued to rise in status while they in turn elevated the cult of Isis to ritualized ceremony with few actual believers.

The rim world colonists who largely came from the poor classes of the core worlds looked back with nostalgia on the culture and glamour of the core worlds and especially the companions.

With prestige, the guild gained power and became a significant player among the power elite. People who know how to manipulate lust, desire and considerable funds have to operate in the real world if for no other reason than self protection.

And for self-protection, the guild had always maintained an elite group of covert agents drawn from within their own ranks who discreetly provided protection to the companions. Of course, all companions were trained in a variety of self-defense arts including weapons. It was a point of honor that no-one ever robbed or forced a companion against their will without suffering severe repercussions including death. 

Unlike the corporations, with their top-down hierarchical organization, the companion guild was always run by an association of elected officials with leadership coming from the most skilled practitioners and teachers of the sexual arts: that is: the priestesses. Like traditional prostitutes, most companions were female and the males as they got older tended to gravitate towards administration or enforcement.

Setting: Inara's shuttle: As Inara sat in the pilot's seat, going through preflight check, flames lanced past her cockpit window. Like the true professional she was, she was extremely thorough. "I see Kaylee tightened up those coupling sleeves. I don't detect even the slightest leak." Their friendship and the adoration of a young mechanic meant that her shuttle always received loving attention. 

Inara paused to look outside at the flames blasting past the window and admired their beauty and thought once again "This is what the first astronauts must have seen". And with each buffet of flame she thought "There but for the buffer dampening shield, I would just be a puff of ash".

River's voice came over the intercom. "OK, Inara our speed is dropping down to MACH two and you're good to go". 

"Thanks Mei-mei, undocking, three-two-one undocked." As the shuttle cleared, Inara pulled up on the yoke, kicked the rudder and pulled a complete Immilman turn and headed towards her appointment. She then pulled a barrel roll out of sheer exuberance.

One thing that Inara had never confessed to Wash, Mal, or even River (though she was sure River knew) was that she loved to fly. Just then River's voice chirped "Yahoo, cowgirl -- have fun."

"Thanks, I'll do my best. See you at the rendezvous. Out." As she hung inverted in the sky over Boros, Inara thought "Worlds like marbles in the sky and stars like dust beneath her feet" Such was the glamorous life she imaged when she set out to become a companion.

Of course, life these days was different. Ever since Miranda, she had become known as 'that Companion' who had helped to embarrass the Alliance and the major corporations who were running the government. Since most of her wealthy clients were corporate or government connected, and the point of having a companion was to show off their conspicuous consumption, Inara was suddenly without clients. Being publicly connected to a known terrorist (who obviously hated freedom as the corporate media put it) was not something they could afford. The plebs lionized Inara and her charms were publicly sung about and often embarrassingly exaggerated. But plebs could not pay her fees, nor could she cut her rates without violating guild law.

Inara had decided to utilize a little known pro bono clause because it was considered temple duty and released her from guild dues and fees. Inara would use her considerable skills and talents as a relationship counselor. This was also to mollify Mal's puritan prejudices. She conveniently neglected to mention that her services would include sex therapy.

Inara had always enjoyed the relationship and couple client classes at the training house and as a companion she had often been hired by celebratory couples for special occasions. She remembered with pleasure a unique night with two male dancers whose stamina was prodigious and only rivaled by their sweet nature and fashion sense. 

Speaking of which, she could use a relationship counselor herself for her relationship with Mal. They were strongly attracted to each other but they couldn't seem to get past her profession and his Puritanism. But that would have to wait; right now she had to earn a living. 

As she dropped in towards the town of White Pine, Boros, she couldn't help but notice how raw the world looked. Terraforming had stabilized Atmo and gravity and accelerated soil formation. But the soil was only inches thick and would not support real vegetation. The local community was operating under a boom economy due to rich and rare mineral deposits. Consequently local government employees were relatively impoverished. 

A couple she interviewed over the cortex both worked at the local terraforming quality control testing lab. On any settled planet they would have been comfortable middle class, but on this planet, planetary inflation had pushed them into poverty. Consequently they now qualified for pro bono services when they applied for relationship counseling.

During separate interviews Inara had established that the relationship was going on seven years with one child. They remained loving and committed to each other but somewhere the sex part went south. He complained that she was repressed and inhibited and the pressures of work left him with little time for romance. She complained that he often seemed disinterested and that when they did make love he was often finished too soon and she was left unsatisfied. 

Both of them seemed intelligent and described themselves as open-minded both were also overawed that a glamorous and legendary companion would deign to give them counseling and amazed that her fees were so reasonable. 

As her shuttle entered the landing pattern for the white pine spaceport she noticed the usual cluster of rough housing in cheap bars and casinos and brothels. They had grown up between the port and the workers quarters which were laid out in the traditional pattern of the terraforming authority with another cluster near the local mines and processing mills. 

Inara thought. "Oh well, this is how Londinium and Shinon had started out hundreds of years ago."

Once landed she contracted with a healthy looking and good natured Pedi cab driver who gave her a running commentary on the local sites such as they were. She had chosen a nondescript traveling cloak with hood and a sturdy traveling kit on wheels that Book had given her as a parting gift.

When she had arrived, Inara paid her driver and announced herself. She then greeted her clients in the traditional manner. Their child had been sent on a sleepover with trusted friends. 

After they welcomed her in, and they shared tea, Inara silently appraised them: Gabriel was a tall, muscular good looking man with a good mixture of African ancestry and Mocha colored skin. Harmony was a willow thin oriental of striking beauty. Both were obviously techno-geeks. Gabriel hid his nervousness and discomfort by being over solicitous and was obliviously relieved to be sent off on a superfluous errand. 

Inara and Harmony settled into girl talk and while the chatted; Inara asked her how she felt about her sexuality. Harmony replied that she had been raised in a traditional Chinese household with repressed sexuality and her few experiments in tech school were brief and unsatisfactory. She always felt that she was unattractive and that men felt intimidated by her intelligence. Inara laughed and stated that based on her looks, brains and grace, Harmony would have been considered as an obvious candidate for companion school.

Harmony blushed at the compliment and Inara took her hand in hers and said "Let's make you beautiful for Gabriel." While Inara supervised her toilette, she selected several items of jewelry for Harmony including toe rings and a belly necklace that would compliment her long delicate toes and tiny waist.. Inara also selected perfume, aphrodisiacs and sex crèmes. 

As Harmony dressed, and Inara washed, they talked about the life of a companion. It was clear that Harmony was starting to display a schoolgirl crush on Inara. She also confessed that she was secretly disappointed in her first encounter that Gabriel was a virgin with even less experience than she; however, his good looks and sweet nature had won her over.

Inara laughed and clapped her hands "Excellent, It looks like we have our work cut out for us, don't we?" Harmony charmingly blushed and smiled at the floor. When Gabriel arrived, Inara sent him into the shower with a simple garment and instructions to shave and put on a very small amount of his best cologne. When he emerged, they were all dressed in a simple toga-like silk garment that was clasped at the shoulder, the standard companion training outfit for the sex practical labs.

Candles had been lit, and Gabriel stood there in awe of the two beautiful women who stood in front of him, the glamorous companion and his suddenly gorgeous wife. Perhaps it was the aphrodisiac scented incense that Inara had lit or the seductive perfume that his wife was wearing. Inara then had Gabriel light a recently purchased pipe full of spice weed.

Inara then told them that they should consider themselves companions in training and that she would be their instructor. "Now I realize that we are all clean and relaxed, but I want to teach you how to wash each other's feet." Inara then taught them her specialty by example and had them repeat on each other and then on herself.

When they were pleasantly relaxed, Inara began to describe how beautiful she thought Harmony looked that night. She praised her shiny blue black hair and the smooth texture of her "old ivory" colored skin. "Now Gabriel, I want you to forget everything you know about Harmony and approach her as if pleasing her was the most important task of your life." 

Gabriel nervously swallowed and nervously reached out towards his wife. Inara was secretly both amused and touched at the slight tremble with which he stroked the mother of his child. Inara then had him approach Harmony from the back and smell her hair and neck while he stroked her arms and pressed her palms to his lips. At Inara's command, he loosed the clasp at his wife's shoulder and began a light massage and kissing of her back. "Now, Harmony, I want you to turn to Gabe and let him look at your breasts. Gabriel, really look at them and worship her perfectly conical breasts with gentle kisses and caresses" Inara again smiled inwardly at the tender and marveling manner that these life partners were treating one another.

As Harmony lay back on her bed, Inara had Gabriel kiss down her torso to her stomach and remove the rest of her toga. At that point Inara poured a small amount of a liquid into Harmony's navel that she had been warming against her own skin. She told them that it was an aphrodisiac and would increase Gabriel's stamina when he licked it out of her belly button. 

Inara instructed. "Now I would like you to kiss down one leg to her toes and then back up the other leg."

As he neared the juncture of her thighs, harmony began to open up her legs. When he hesitated, Inara asked Gabriel how much he knew about cunnilingus.

Gabriel turned a pleasing sort of pink and stammered "Next to nothing." 

Inara smiled "Good, I prefer to pour into an empty cup."

"Before we begin I want to stress that we will only be working on basic techniques that will be easy to repeat and that you will both enjoy. More advanced techniques are often complicated and stressful for beginning students of the sexual arts. Now, watch very carefully as I demonstrate because you will have to repeat the procedure." With that, she began kissing and licking around Harmony's bush, working her way to the soft and sensitive skin between her legs and mons. 

When Inara had approved Gabriel's attempts to copy her and Harmony was starting to moan, Inara took out a small vial filled with glittering dust. Unscrewing the cap, she extracted a feather and used it to lightly dust Harmony's nether lips. "This is an antimicrobial and antifungal herbal mix which will reduce friction and increase her sensitivity and tastes good to boot." 

She then lowered her head and with an open mouth, blew on Harmony's mound. Harmony groaned and raised her sex to Inara's lips. The companion lightly flicked her tongue up and down Harmony's labia. Harmony began to tremble and collapsed back on the bed. Inara looked up into Harmony's lust lidded eyes and turned to Gabriel "Now you try." 

As Gabriel began to imitate her, Inara guided Harmony's hand to top of Gabe's head in order to guide him in his ministrations to her now swollen and gleaming lips and protruding button. With both Inara and Gabe lying between Harmony's bent knees, the companion couldn't help but notice Gabriel's growing bulge pressing against her leg. "Now Gabriel, aren't you sorry you didn't try this before?"

Gabriel tried to respond but it came out something like "Yesh mamm"

Inara laughed "Don't try to talk with your mouth full." When Inara moved up to tell Harmony not to press Gabe's head so hard she placed her hand on Harmony's bicep, Harmony suddenly grabbed Inara's hand and pulled it to her breast. She arched her back, clamped her thighs on Gabe's head and began to buck up and down while her eyes rolled wildly in her head. Suddenly, she screwed her eyes shut and her face flushed scarlet while she gave a wild and beautiful scream of pleasure "Lao-tyen boo!" and collapsed back on the bed like a rag doll.

Gabriel looked up in surprise and Inara said "I think that's enough prep work Gabe, just hold her and let her catch her breath."

Harmony tremblingly pulled Gabriel into an embrace and kissed him "Xie-Xie, honey that never happened before!" Then she turned to Inara and kissed her too and gushed "Xie-Xie, Inara, Runtse de SHANG-DEE, you are a wonderful teacher!"

Inara nodded her head modestly "No, I just had good teachers." She paused. "Well, if you are ready, it is your turn to be the student and Gabriel will be the subject. Gabe, sit up and let Harmony take off your smock."

Gabriel complied and the lifted garment revealed a very large erection. As his face reddened under Inara's gaze, she commented "Well, Gabriel, your 'Trumpet' is very impressive but let's make sure you don't sound it too soon." Gabriel laughed and Inara could see the tension go out of his shoulders. "Now Harmony, what do you know about felatio?"

It was Harmony's turn to look embarrassed " Well, my girlfriend and I tried to experiment on a male techie back at the U." when Gabriel looked astounded, she defended herself "Look, honey, nothing happened, he was too drunk to even get it up."

Inara exclaimed "Excellent, another tabla Rosa to work with. Harmony, I want you to start with Gabe's chest, lick and kiss him, paying particular attention to his very sensitive nipples." While she was dong this, Gabriel attempted to fondle Harmony's breasts. Inara swatted him away "She's the student and you're the subject, wait your turn." 

When Harmony inquired if she too would be drinking from Gabriel's navel, Inara replied "No Mei-mei, orgasm just gives women more energy not less; besides, with Gabe here at full gantry, I doubt if you could even get to his navel." 

Harmony laughed nervously "I don't even know where to start."

Inara smiled "Start by kissing and licking in large circles everywhere but his genitals, gradually weave your net tighter and tighter. Remember, you are not a dog and this is not a bone. Instead, think like a cat playing with its' prey." To Gabriel's alarmed look, Inara calmed him with "It's only metaphors, silly."

When Harmony had worked her way inward but still hesitated, Inara approved "Good, now let me apply this gel. It will reduce his sensitivy and it's anti-microbial and I think you will like the taste." With that she applied the gel with both hands and her fingers laced and working them up and down in a swirling pattern (thinking, "Sweet Buddha, this thing requires two hands!"). When it was completely glistening, she cupped her hands under his basket and lowered her mouth to gently blow up and down his shaft then lick with a flickering tongue back up to his glans. She slowed down to bathe the head and then to pop it into her mouth like a large ripe strawberry. The sight of the beautiful companion performing expert felatio held both her clients in complete awe. 

When Gabriel began to rapidly pant and twitch, Inara gave the base a firm squeeze and raised her head to look him in the eye. "Daoist health theory states that the ratio of your wife's orgasms to yours is in direct proportion to the health, longevity and the sexual prowess of both of you. Therefore, the more you can hold back, the better it will be for all concerned." 

Inara then turned to Harmony and releasing her grip on Gabriel "Now you try, and remember to monitor the tightness of the skin of his basket and tighten your grip on the shaft when he starts to get excited." Monitoring Harmony's technique and offering helpful comments, Inara noticed that Harmony was spending too much bobbing of her head up and down and trying to jam as much as possible of him into her mouth. "No Mei-mei, "that technique will produce a tired jaw and would only be useful in getting him off which is not what we are striving for, is it?'

"Sorry, Sufi, I was just getting into it."

"Well, that's enough hors 'd orderves; let's move on to the main course. I want you both of you to lie down on your right sides with Harmony in front." "Harmony, place Gabriel's staff of jade between your legs and apply this lubricant to him while working your cinnabar gate against him as you rock back and forth. Both of you should use your left hands to touch one another because it's the best path to the right brain and that's the quickest way to learn."

When Gabriel finally did push into Harmony, she saw Harmony's eyes glaze over and her lids grow heavy with lust. When he had achieved full penetration, Inara told him to stop and just experience the moment and the feel of his wife and to carefully explore her cinnabar gate while Harmony should cradle his sack of gold in order to appreciate his virility and to monitor his excitement.

"Ok, Gabriel, now pull out until only the head is still in and make small, shallow thrusts alternating with slow deep penetration in a ratio of seven to one. Gradually decrease the ratio until its all deep and then reverse the process. This will produce a pattern of peaks and troughs to her arousal."


The Two Companions Pt. 01



Inara watched with approval and smiled with amusement when she noticed that Gabriel was silently counting his strokes. She reached over and slapped his butt "Lighten up Gabe; this is a dance, it's not a formula. Listen to the music and pay attention to your partner." 

"Don't worry; it's also the way he dances." Gabriel laughed and Harmony panted as she threw her leg over his and clasped him closer. As the two of them began to work together, a sweat formed on their bodies. Increasing their pace, they began to syncopate until Harmony suddenly froze and reached down to squeeze Gabe. "Not yet, please Bao-bei, not yet." When they began anew, Harmony looked up at Inara and with a mix of gratitude and pleasure; she grasped the companion's hand.

Inara returned the clasp with a tender touch and for a moment there was a silent communication and celebration of the sexual spirituality and communion with the goddess that was the highest form of the companion's art. As Inara gazed down on their mutual writhing, she marveled at how beautiful they were in both raw sexuality and in the tender mutual labor of love and how unlike her wealthy core clients and their posturing and pretense. The sight, sound and smell of good sex surged over her washing away all her detached and critical reserve.

Just then Harmony's face clouded over and her eyes rolled back in her head. Pulling her husband into her, she cried "now, Bao-bei, for sweet Buddha's sake, now!" Both of them gave a mighty roar and shuddered and jerked to a powerful climax. Inara's own vagina clenched in sympathy and she trembled in the sudden wash of feeling.

Harmony turned to Gabriel and gave him a long tender kiss and then pulled their teacher to her to deliver the same kiss. "Sufi, please join us."

Inara smiled "How could I refuse such wonderful clients? But as your teacher I need to remind you that once I was as green as you and that only through long practice with a light heart can you become the great lovers that lie within you."

The companion then dropped her own garment to reveal the loveliness of her olive skin and the perfection of her body. And with a feral grin and a twinkle in her eye she lay down beside the lovers. "Now let's have fun, shall we?"

With the dawn, Inara slipped out of her new friend's home still tingling with the feel of shared delight (and Gabriel's 'horn') and not a little of the tenderness that comes with a good workout. She stepped to the Pedi cab stand buoyant but tired and noted with surprise that her Pedi cab driver was still at the curb sitting with his conical hat pulled down over his face. As she stepped closer, he rose with a sly smile and she noted with alarm that it was not the same man and took a step backwards only to feel the slap of an expertly applied cosh to the base of her skull from a second man who had slipped up behind her. As she slid towards blackness, she thought "How stupid...."

To be continued... 



The Two Companions Pt. 02



(In which Inara must teach two more and meets her master.)

As Inara groggily awoke, she became aware of the presence of two men standing over her. She kept her eyes shut and assessed her situation. The companion was lying on her back on some kind of bed with her wrists bound with what felt like plastic zip ties. Her legs were bent and from the cool air on them, she was evidently naked from the waist down with her gown bunched up on her belly. From the sounds of the street outside, they were on at least the second floor of a thinly walled building. Moreover, she could feel a certain cloudy haze around her thoughts tempting her to relax and drift with her emotions. That combined with a burning at the corners of her eyes told her one thing: Drops! Instantly adrenalin flooded her system as she realized that she was in deep trouble.

"It looks like she's coming around; go outside and keep watch while I start breaking her in. We'll take turns until she's ready to cooperate." 

The other man whined "But it's my turn to be first."

"Listen, go-se for brains, I'm the boss and I'm always first!"

Inara heard the door close. She opened her eyes to see a rough and scruffy man removing an incongruously fine linen shirt and unbuttoning his pants. "Ah yes, my little coney, I've checked you out and you're prime stuff alright. Everybody on Boros knows I'm the boss of this town, why didn't you come to me first before you tried to peddle your wares in my jurisdiction? Now you'll just have to learn the first lesson of life around here, Always give your betters their due." With that he began to lift her calves up onto his forearms.

"You're never going to get away with this, I'm a companion!"

He paused and laughed. "Yes, and I'm the King of Londondinium, with a shiny hat on my head. Now you just relax, if you please me I'll make you part of my stable. If you don't, you're still screwed only you'll be doing it as a slave on some dump like Higgins' Moon begging to sell what's left of your body for drops." As he paused to spit on his palm and lubricate himself, Inara slid her legs up his arms towards his shoulders. "Shiny, you're a bright one, you get the point straightaway don't cha?"

Inara suddenly slammed her ankles into the sides of his neck, locking her toes behind his head and began to squeeze his carotids, jugulars and the nerves running along their sides. "I'll kill you to Gorram Emma's' Hell you piece of go se pimp." The inverted companion was rewarded by the glazed look of the pimps' bulging eyes as he froze in paralysis. Inara thought "I don't have time for this; his partner could walk in any time."

She gave a mighty twist and hurled him headfirst at the window with the aim of defenestrating him through the glass and out into the street below. Instead, the pimp smacked into the window and bounced back to crumple on the floor. "Gorram Plexi." Inara grumbled as she brought her knees to her chin and her wrists past her feet. As she gained her feet and was fighting off wooziness, she spotted her bag against the wall. Out of the corner of her eye something was rushing at her head. Instinct and training turned her face to the side and her body arching back so that the powerful roundhouse blow merely grazed her ear as she fell backwards onto the bed.

Instantly, the pimp was on top of her with his powerful hands around her throat. "I'll kill you, you gorram whore!" He hoarsely roared as he locked his arms and began to squeeze. 

Inara countered by dropping her chin and tightening her neck muscles while wrapping her legs around his midsection exerting a crushing pressure on his internal organs with her powerful thighs. The pimps' face turned from red to purple as his grip weakened and he turned to claw at her legs. "Gotcha sucker!" Inara thought as she dropped her still bound wrists around his neck and rotated the radii until the formed an even more effective vice than her ankles had previously. This time she held it for what seemed like an eternity until his drumming feet and the suddenly dead weight between her legs told her that the pimp had gone on to his richly deserved reward.

Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and rushed to hide behind the door as the lookout burst in. "Sweet Buddha, What a smell! Did you really kill another one?" His voice trailed off as he beheld his former boss sprawled with his tongue hanging out of his purple face.

Inara quietly stole up behind him to drop her arms around his neck in an embrace with her shoulder behind his head and her cheek beside his ear. "Good bye, Go-Se." she whispered as she launched herself feet first backward to land with a smack on her belly. Go Se landed flat on his back but his head was still straight up on a neck that was suddenly much longer than it was before the companions ministrations. She scrambled up to grab his boot knife and release her wrists from the zip ties and quietly steal down the stairs with her cape and bag.

Go Se was suddenly standing beside his boss at the gate to Emma's Hell. "Gorram it Leroy, that was the toughest hooker you ever picked on!"

Inara moved quickly but quietly down the early morning streets towards the spaceport and the relative safety of her shuttle. 

Suddenly, a male voice yelled behind her "Inara; Inara Sera!" Inara dropped her bag and whirled in a combat stance to face a hooded figure a few yards behind her.

The hood dropped to reveal the coal black face and short dreadlocks of a very handsome man. "I do not hear the song of the birimbau or the beat of the dun-dun. Why do you greet me thus?"

Inara relalaxed and rose to give the slight bow of respect of a caprista "Maiestre." She intoned with a wry smile.

He continued in his role as her teacher."And what of these bruises I see on you?"

"They are the kisses of the training floor Maiestre."

"You are training here? And what of your pardner?"

"Partners actually, and they dance with the lord of the underworld now."

"Ah I see, is that why you hurry then?"

"Yes," she said. "I fear the wrath of the vice police that have suddenly lost their paymaster."

"Good, then I will take your bag and we can move more quickly."

"Thank you, Jorge."

When they reached the relative safety of her shuttle, cleared and launched without incident, Inara turned to inquire "What are you doing here? The last I heard you were still Master at Arms of House Madarassa and well on your way to becoming the first male companion to head the House." 

Jorge observed Inara's pale complexion and trembling fingers and the fatigue and stress in her voice. "We had better set down some where. I can see that we need to perform the cleansing ritual."

While they were quietly sponging each other on the floor of her shuttle sitting on a quiet hill Jorge began his tale. "I was sent on a mission of retribution. A wealthy client had beaten a young companion on her first solo assignment because she had displeased him. He then tried to bribe her into silence and when that failed, he had her killed. I took it as a point of honor to be chosen to avenge her death. His death was fitting and went without incident. However, when I returned to House Madarassa all of the young companions' records had been purged and the House publicly disavowed me and my mission and named me as the clients' murderer. I've been on the run ever since then. I truly believe that it was the work of the Vice-Priestess and a conservative faction opposed to the idea of a male Head Priest."

Inara interrupted in a shocked tone. "Jorge, that's terrible! How will you ever clear your name?"

"I don't know but in a few weeks, the uploaded financial records of House Madarassa will be coming out in blogs all over the cortex detailing the financial dealings of a certain faction and heads will start to roll. By that time, I plan to be sitting zazen and chanting sutras with a shaven pate and an assumed name in a monastery on New Mount Heiai."

Inara's eyes widened and she started to laugh and then collapsed in tears against his bare ebony chest as a sense of overwhelming loss overtook her . "Have we both fallen so low that we live on the run now with no place to call home?"

Jorge just held her and stroked her hair as she cried herself out against him. "You know, Inara that you were my first training client."

"As you were mine," she replied.

He continued. "It seems so long ago; were we really that young once? I was so nervous knowing that there were hidden monitors and that we were getting our final grades based on how well we performed. You were so calm and strong: you made everything seem so easy."

"What? I was the nervous one; you were the one who got us both top marks." She looked up into his dark eyes and gave Jorge a soft lingering kiss. She smiled with her eyes glistening. "Let's finish the cleansing with Tantric meditation. After all, we have to get you in shape for the monastery, don't we?"

"I sincerely doubt that form of meditation will be in use among the monks of the monastery; but I could never resist you."

"I can see that!" as she looked down at his lap. "I can see that the maestre's staff is as good as it ever was. Why don't you just put a cord and gourd on that and use it for a birimbau?

Jorge just grinned and pantomimed playing the birimbau using his own curving shaft to represent the bow of the instrument. "You can see I already have the gourd." As he cluched his sack "That is what a birimbau is supposed to represent anyway."

Jorge laughed, and dragging out a buckwheat zafu that he sat upon and quickly folded his legs into a full lotus posture. Inara stepped up to straddle him while he lubricated himself. 

Jorge looked up to find himself face to yoni with Inara's nether region. "Oh, what a beautiful rosebush that catches mine eye." He quipped as he inhaled her clean and musky scent.

Inara looked down at his brilliant white smile and replied. "You're terrible." And then she sank down on his member as she wrapped her legs around his buttocks, forming a gracefully erotic sculpture of her light olive beige and his purple black skin. "Oh you cheater, you used the warming gel!" as a warmth flooded her inner regions. 

"Nah, that's just your yoni welcoming her old friend, my lingam."

Inara laughed, "That may be true but you still cheated."

"What else could I do when confronted with these four beauties?" as he quickly kissed both her breasts and squeezed her buttocks.

"Stop that!" Inara lightly slapped the top of Jorge's head. "This is supposed to be meditation."

Jorge responded by straightening his back and neck into a perfect plumb line and placing his outstretched arms on her knees, touching his middle fingers to his thumbs while Inara did the same on the tops of his arms. Together the chanted: Aum sahanaavavatu Sahanau bhunaktu Saha viiryan karavaavahai Tejasvi naavadhiitamastu Maa vidvishhaavahai

May we be protected together. May we be nourished together. May we work together with great vigor. May our study be enlightening May no obstacle arise between us. 

Both their tongues bent to touch the roofs of their mouths while their breath became one slow and regular inhalation and exhalation of "Ohm." Mentally, they traced the flow of energy up through their chakras from the Swadhisthana where they were joined to the Anahata of their hearts to the Sahasrara at the top of their heads and then down their spines to meet again at the Swadhisthana. As they continued to synchronize their breathing, gradually their heartbeats coincided and the pulse at their joining began to generate a sympathetic harmonic resonance which had its own ebb and flow.

Inara at first tried to control the wave of emotions that cascaded over her and threatened to overwhelm everything. All of her frustration and heartbreak with Mal, the death and destruction of Miranda, the loss of Wash and Book, the transformation of her career, Jorge's disgrace and the recent trauma of dealing death built and threatened to crush her under its terrible weight. But then a single memory of herself painting the name 'Serenity' on the side of the old firefly transport that had become her home came to her rescue. She thought. "We are all ronin (soldiers of the wave) and we have to learn to ride the waves we cannot tame."

Then there came to her a golden epiphany that she was complete and whole and the love she carried within herself and brought to others in both sacred and profane forms was sufficient in itself. Her only duty and obligation was to share this deep understanding of love in all its forms. 

With that realization came a sudden shivering which triggered a series of involuntary convulsions in the depths of her yoni propelling her over the edge into a profound orgasm. This shook her to the core and she clutched Jorge tightly and began to rapidly impale herself on his up thrust mast. Jorge's orgasmic response was almost as reflexive as he pulled Inara closer and by old habit he placed the tip of his forefinger on the rosebud of her anus. Since he still had some warming gel on his fingers, Inara completely lost her head and began to scream and babble as she released all her stress and frustration into the safe communion with her old lover.

Together they climaxed and shuddered to a panting stop which gradually returned to a gentle lovemaking in which they re-explored the familiar contours and territories of their first love.

"You know too many of my secrets Jorge."

"As you do mine, but I think I just found out another secret."

"What?" She responded.

"When you first started babbling in my ear, I thought you were criticizing our technique in Latin but then I realized that you were calling out the name of your 'pirate' captain and I knew the rumors were true."

"Hun Dan!" Inara slapped him on the ear and jumped up to hotly deny his accusation but then she realized that Jorge probably knew her better than she did herself. She slumped and looked at him. "Please don't share that with anyone."

Jorge returned her gaze in full sobriety. "As the former chief of security, I know how to keep a secret."

"Ah yes, former seems to describe us in all our aspects." She sighed with nostalgia.

"Inara, you can't step in the same river twice. Each incarnation has many incarnations within it just as every cell of our bodies is replaced over time. We can only strive to achieve virtue with what we are given. You have to believe and have faith. "

"You know, you're even starting to sound like him?"

"You mean my predecessor: the former Master at Arms turned Sheppard; the one we used to call 'Old by- the- Book?"

"Well he did write the manual on covert operations." Inara replied 

"I know and he was a great instructor."

"Yes." She said with glittering eyes. "He was a good man and a fine Sheppard and I still do not know why he renounced the world and House Madarassa, but I do know that his was a true reincarnation and he brought every fiber of his being into the fulfillment of his own virtue. Please don't share that with anyone either, after all, he carried that secret to the grave."

"Of course." And with that, they rose to cleanse themselves, dress and resume their journey to rendezvous with Serenity.

As they were docking, Inara called over inter-ship. "Captain: request permission to bring a passenger aboard."

"What now?" Mal sighed.

"He's a friend of mine, a former companion."

"Tai-kong suo-yo duh shing-chiouh doh sai-jin wuh duh pee-goo!"

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Two Companions Pt. 03



(In which River presses her attentions on the new Companion and winds up on her backside)

Inara and Jorge came down the steps into Serenity's cargo bay to face the scrutiny of the crew assembled in a rough semicircle to gawk at the new arrival. Zoë, Simon and Kaylee were there in friendly curiosity while Jane stood with his arms crossed in annoyance that the companion was a male while Mal was just plain annoyed that here was another non-paying mouth to fill with food and air.

Mal opened with "Great, other useless, broke, fancy pants, core-worlder on the run; just what we need."

Kaylee interrupted. "Now wait a minute Captain, I'm sure that he has his good qualities." Less sure of herself, she added "You do, don't cha? By the way, I'm Kaylee Frye, ships' mechanic."

"Hello, I'm Simon Tam, ships' doctor. Are you from Shinon, like Inara?"

Jorge responded "My name is Jorge Mayweather. It's true that I came from House Madrassa but I was born in space. My people were spacers since before we left Earth-That-Was. Mayweathers were ship's crew on the colony ships. My family took our flight and settlement bonus and built and operated some of the first 'verse' transport ships."

Jane was obviously not impressed. "Mayweather, eh; no wonder ya turned out sly."

Jorge gave a small grin. "It's Jane isn't it? No, I am defiantly not sly. You of all people should know that what your name is or what you do as part of your job does not define who you are. But I am highly qualified in that aspect of my profession if that is what you are interested in."

"Bull, Mayweather, sly is as sly does no matter what." Jane responded with his hands tightening on the bulging biceps of his crossed arms.

"Jane, I can tell that you did time. Is what you did there define what you are now?"

Jane suddenly flushed in embarrassment. "Who told you about that?"

"You just did." And the bay erupted in laughter. Jorge reached into his rucksack to produce a bunch of fresh plantains and a bottle of 60 year old rum. "Let's continue this in the galley and then you can decide whether to space me or not."

After Jorge had prepared a delicious meal of plantains and saffron rice, they started eating and passing around the rum.

Zoe spoke first. "I'm Zoe Washburn, First Mate. Are you any kin to the blockade running Mayweathers of the 'Cutty Sark' what got hulled over Shadow at the beginning of the war?"

Jorge was suddenly very sober. "Yes, that was my family and I was the only survivor. My cousins and siblings used to have races to don our EV suits and I always won. I wished I was slower for a long time afterwards. The feds picked me up out of the wreckage and then sold me into slavery because I was too young to go into the detention camps."

The table went silent as everyone acknowledged that here was someone else who had suffered as the result of the war. Zoë just reached over and silently hugged Jorge. 

Kaylee broke the silence. "Slavery, how did ya get outa that?"

"Well, I always was a good cook. A traveling recruiter from House Madarassa tasted one of my meals at a rim world tavern and promptly bought out my contract and brought me back to cook at the House. It was only later that I tested for Companion."

Mal spoke up. "Ok, Mr. Mayweather, I'm glad to shake the hand of anybody from the Cutty Sark. The way those hun-dans drilled your ship without even a warning shot was what got me to join up with the browncoats in the first place."

Jorge reached over. "And I'm proud to shake the hand of anyone who was at Serenity Valley. Is it true that you jumped into that hellhole?"

"Jumped? Zoë and I were pathfinders. We HALO (High Altitude-Low Opening) ed from 20 klicks up and opened or chutes at just under one third klick to get under their radar. We set up the beacons for the first space-borne wave of the Overlanders to take the high ground at the Valley. Our motto was 'Fall like a cannonball, strike like a bayonet."

"20 klicks?" Jorge exclaimed. "Don't you need oxygen for that?"

"Nah." Zoë answered. "If you just hold your breath in a head down, streamlined attitude, terminal velocity at over 300 KPH will get ya into breathing air before you have to take another breath. We were jumping Fireflies back then and that's why the Cap here bought Serenity after the war."

Jane interrupted. "Oh great, more space-borne stories, pretty soon Mal n' Zoë are gonna be singing "Blood upon the risers and doing parachute landing falls off the galley table!"

"Oh no, they won't!" Simon interjected. "The last time that happened, I used up all of my sprain medicine and we were fixing furniture for a week."

Mal spoke up. "If you were a rebel and Inara was for Union how did you wind up friends with her?"

Inara laughed. "You should have seen the fights we had!"

Jorge quipped "I still have scars from the things she threw at me!" 

Just then River stepped down from the cockpit "Not just fights but hurts deeper than scars."

Inara suddenly lost her gaiety but hid it with her drink. 

Mal turned. "And this little mistress of the non sequitur is our pilot River Tam, lucky albatross and little sis to the Doc."

Jorge looked up and the sight caught him like a blow; this was the superwoman that so many Alliance agents had been seeking until Miranda had changed the 'Verse'. She was so small and lovely and yet her bearing and grace spoke volumes to the dancer and martial artist in him. Jorge was a natural empath, being able to read emotion in clients and opponents as well but here was sensitivity itself. Mal and Zoë were warriors but here was Kali and Shiva in the flesh. He was Scarlatti to her Mozart and he knew it. Her combination of innocence, genius, beauty and the promise of her ripening sexuality set of a wave of desire in his subconscious. Her next words completely floored him.

"Maestre, will you dance to the birimbau and the tam-tam with me some time?"

On River's part she saw the good looks and read the dancer, fighter, lover and adventurer within but the images, sounds and smells of lovemaking that flitted through his brain and the desire that flooded out of his subconscious produced a resonance which flushed her skin and made her nostrils flare. An older and more experienced woman would have recognized these feelings and ascribed them to just lust and infatuation. However, lust and infatuation were new emotions for River and though she understood them emotionally and had eavesdropped on them in other peoples skulls, this was the first time that she owned the emotions and they rocked her to the core. Unfortunately, her unfamiliarity with the emotions provoked flight or fight responses. She picked Caproerea out of his psyche; the images and memories intrigued the dancer and martial artist in her and thus the challenge. 

Mal, Jane, Kaylee and Simon didn't notice anything in the exchange but Zoë did and she folded her arms and considered shooting Jorge on general principle while Inara just murmured into her drink. "Oh Lordy, here we go."

The next afternoon, ships time, the crew was gathered around to watch the entertainment on the clear area of the ship's cargo deck. The betting in ship chores was running heavily on the ships favorite: River, but Inara was backing Jorge even though she was unsure of the outcome.

Inara consented to play the birimbau and Jane's experience on the bongos was put into use on the tam-tam after Jorge taught him the beat. After preliminary ceremonies and stretches River in tight t-shirt and drawstring pants and Jorge in just pants began dancing and weaving around each other with mock feints in order to judge each others' responses. River tried to 'read' Jorge but all she could see was her own self in his eyes along with a vague sense of loving protection and a desire to push her limits. 

River opened with a backwards spinning roundhouse kick at his head but Jorge just dropped under her arching foot and swept her supporting leg with his foot. Only her superb balance and pre-awareness allowed her to spin in mid air to land in a crouch. She came back up with a lotus kick and he responded with an arching backwards summersault. River advanced with a series of muy-thai punches, straight and scythe kicks but he just faded like smoke before her onslaught dancing just out of reach to the rhythm of the music. Once, she almost caught him with a combination punch and roundhouse kick but he turned a graceful cartwheel that caught her behind the leg and sent her of on an awkward cartwheel of her own.

She began to analyze the sound of the birimbau and she realized that Inara was 'suggesting' various openings and Jorge was creating tactical 'gaps' that were dictating her attacks. River responded by trying to goad Jorge. "Why don't you attack? You're the Maestre!" She panted. 

"Attack requires planning, you're a reader. You'd know it before I did. I'm better off just responding to your initiative, besides I'm just lazy." He grinned.

The sight of his grinning face and the light sheen of his ebony skin vs. her reddening skin and dripping sweat provoked her into launching a screaming flying crane kick that switched from left to right foot in mid flight. Jorge merely leaned to the side and his hand appeared from out of nowhere to grab her ankle and send her crashing to the deck.

The crew gasped but River caught herself on her out spread fingers and toes, caporea style. "Excellent save, little albatross!" The Maestre complemented her.

With a roar born of humiliation, rage and frustration, she came off the deck in a ferocious head-butt aimed squarely at Jorge's solar plexus. Instantly his ebony six-pack turned into a padded brick wall as he tensed his abdomen. River bounced off his mid-section to land stunned and sitting on the deck rubbing her skull and neck. "Ow, that really hurt!"

Everyone expected Simon to rush up in protective outrage to comfort and defend his little sister; instead he commented. "It serves you right, River." And turning to Jorge he explained. "You don't know how many times River did that to me when we were kids and she lost her temper and knew I couldn't hit her back."

The hold erupted in laughter and Jorge announced: "Magnificently played!" He then produced another bottle of rum and passed it around to congratulatory toasts from all. "I hereby give you the Caporea babtismo name of 'Alcatrazista,' long may you fly!" 

As they were leaving the hold, Simon noticed that Jorge was limping. "Mr. Mayweather, were you injured back there?"

"Please, just Jorge. No, this is just a souvenir of my last encounter with bounty hunters. I caught a ricochet and I was able to treat it but it's still lodged near my femur."

Simon blanched and hauled Jorge into the infirmary. "Ricochets are often jagged and that's near your femoral artery."

Half an hour later, Jorge was lying face down and prepped on the operating table while Simon was administering a local into his spine and Inara was assisting in the surgery. 

Jorge looked over his shoulder. "Thanks for the local, Doc. I don't trust being unconscious around Inara. The last time I got drunk with her and her friends I woke up painted green."

"Well it was St. Patrick's Day and you made a lovely leprechaun."

"Is that why you painted my nuts gold?"

"Sure and begorra, every leprechaun needs a pot of gold at the end of his rainbow. Oh look, we've gone and made the Doctor blush!" Inara then apologized to Simon for their rowdy companion humor. "After all, you come from a refined background."

"I didn't have time for much but studies and later 16 hour shifts in the ER as an intern didn't leave much time for anything but sleeping...alone!" Simon added. After a tense silence, he managed to remove the jagged bullet in one piece. Astonished, he remarked. "Maybe you do have the luck of the Irish, half a millimeter closer to your femoral and I'd be doing your autopsy rather than stitching you up."

Jorge looked up "Maybe you could paint a bull's eye on my butt, it might improve their shooting." 

Inara laughed "With a butt that sticks out like yours, who needs a bull's eye?"

Simon interrupted "When I was growing up, I thought Companions were much more sophisticated than this. When they came to our house, I thought they were so refined and graceful. Every anniversary my parents would contract a Companion and there were a few times I secretly wished that I was the product of one of those encounters."

Inara and Jorge just looked at each other. 

The next day as he was recuperating, Jorge limped down to the engine room where he found Kaylee lovingly ministering to her 'girl' and fighting her endless quest to keep her in the air and not on the drift. Jorge offered to assist and they began to talk spacecraft.

"You know, this takes me back, I practically grew up in an engine room, I wasn't born in one but I do know that I was conceived in an engine room." Jorge remarked looking around the environs of Serenity's beating heart.

Kaylee looked at him in surprise. "You mean...your parents? I thought because I was turned on by engines that it was just something that made me a freak."

"No Kaylee, in my family, being conceived in the engine room was the mark of a real spacer, what we called a boomer. As we saw it that type of start was lucky and kept you from harm on the ship. We kids would sneak through the ductwork to watch and I think that was the beginning of my sexual education and my fascination with the art and poetry of sex."

Kaylee laughed "I guess that I've been one of River's instructional aids. But then again, it's gorram hard to keep anything from that girl. I don't know why Simon even tries but he's alla time looking over his shoulder when we're lovin' and it's getting on my nerves. Course he'd still have to know what he's doing. Gorramit!" as a wrench slipped and she barked a knuckle.

As she sucked on her knuckle she looked at Jorge. "Say, you're a Companion and a male, do you think you could give Simon some pointers? I love him and all but as his sister says, he's a boob when it comes to women n sexin'." 

"Of course, besides, I owe him my life now." Jorge thought a while. "Aren't we putting down on New Kashmir next week? I've got a cousin in Nuevo Bahia who was going to shelter me in the restaurant he built after the war. I'll borrow Inara's shuttle and take you two to dinner."

"Really?" Kaylee replied "But me, 'hick girl', out with two sophisticated core-worlders at a fancy restaurant?"

Jorge laughed "The Doc is just as lacking in social graces as anyone else. He's just a nerd who spent all his time fixing bodies the way you fix engines. And I'm just an old boomer masquerading as a sophisticated Companion. You'll do fine."

"But how's all this gonna improve Simon's sexin skills?"

"Well, since Simon, like most surgeons is a visual-kinesthetic learner, I doubt that anything I say will have a chance to sink in without demonstration and supervised practice. I'm afraid that once again you will have to serve as an instructional aide.

Kaylee's eyes widened as the thought sank in. She blushed and then grinned. "Shiny!" was all she said.

TO BE CONTINUED



The Two Companions Pt. 04



(In which Jorge makes dinner, Simon makes new friends and Kaylee makes a sandwich)

We don't make any money in Joss's verse, we just play here.

*

After Jorge contacted his cousin Armando and arraigned for dinner he found that they would arrive in the middle of Carnival. "Great, what better place to hide ourselves than in a crowd?"

When they had landed on New Kashmir, Jorge was talking to Mal at the top of the loading ramp in the pleasant early morning air "I guess this was a pretty hard fight during the war."

"Yea, Intel screwed up and we got dropped right on top of a heavy roller Division. It was practically a reenactment of the battle of Arnheim from Earth-That-Was. Zoë and I were part of the rear guard in the operation that got us out of the city for extraction. When the rollers came out onto that plain after us, our bombers suddenly showed up and pounded them into the landscape. That's when we started calling them our angels." Mal paused and looked around. "I'm glad to see the city rebuilt after what those hun-dans did to it."

Just then Jane walked up the loading ramp. "Mal, what in Emma's hell are you thinking? You're taking on more cargo? We're practically full now! Where we gonna put it all?"

"Well Jane, I generally as a rule don't turn down cargo. And I recon Mr. Mayweather here can give us some of his space savvy and help us out." Mal joked, challenging Jorge's background.

Jorge cast a practiced eye on the hold and then turned to Mal. "Give me a copy of your manifest and I'll organize your cargo boomer style by port of call and date of shipment."

"Right," the big man fumed. "And guess who's gonna be doin' all the work!"

Jorge just cocked his head at Jane. "We both can do this, I'll pitch and you catch."

Jane quickly backed up "I told you I don't do that anymore."

Jorge laughed and called to Kaylee over intra-ship. "How much gravity can you kill in the hold?"

"In the bottom of a gravity well? It'll be tricky but I recon about point nine."

"Great! Jane, fetch some E-V suits for us."

Donning the suits but leaving the tops off so that they had the mag boots for traction, they only had to deal with inertia. Jorge began to propel the crates using leg power for propulsion and his arms for guidance. Jane used his bulk and upper body strength to catch and guide the cargo into place. After a few mishaps, they quickly developed a rhythm that turned the old firefly class transport hold into boomer ship-shape. While they worked, Jorge asked the bigger man how he came by his name if he didn't mind telling.

"Oh, my Ma named me after her family religion. We were sky-clad but I got tired of bein' nekkid all the time and practicing temperance and non-violence and no possessions, so I just up and run off. I guess you could call me a 'jack' Jane."

Jorge laughed "Well, you're the first non-stockbroker Jane I've ever met."

After a couple more hours with gravity restored and the suits off, Jane beamed with appreciation. "Come on Maestre, let's go get us a drink!"

"Sorry Jane, but I'm taking Kaylee and the doc to dinner down in Nuevo Bahia this evening and I have to go get ready." In return for his cargo work, Jorge borrowed Mal's formalwear and he and Simon dressed for dinner. Meanwhile Kaylee was in Inara's shuttle nervously fretting about the upcoming evening. "What if I make a mistake and embarrass myself in front of Simon and Jorge?" 

"Don't worry Mei-mei, It's Jorge's job to help you through everything. If you are unsure, Jorge will quietly whisper what you should do for the occasion. Not to change the subject but I am sure that Nuevo Bahia will be too warm for your ball gown so why don't we pick out something a little lighter?" Inara laid out several silk dresses for Kaylee's selection.

"Oooh, pretty! Are you sure Inara?"

"The way you fixed my coupling sleeves; I think this is the least I can do. Let's work on your hair too, after all the point of fixing a woman's hair up is all about when she lets it down." And Inara began to fuss with Kaylee's mahogany brown tresses.

When Jorge and Simon arrived in silk dinner jackets and vests, Kaylee's hair was piled up and she was in a lime-green silk sheath slit to mid thigh and high at the collar but with bare arms and a embossed dragon running from shoulder to hip. Simon whistled in appreciation while Jorge announced "Lady Frye, your ebony and ivory escorts await."

Inara in a comfortable kimono bid them a pleasant evening and gracefully headed to the galley as the trio pulled out in her shuttle.

Half a continent away, close to the equator on the tranquil sea of New Kashmir, the shuttle settled into the dusty field outside of Nuevo Bahia. Kaylee looked out at the thick whitewashed walls of the medium sized town. "It looks kind of dead; hot too."

"That's just because everyone is resting during the heat of the day. Armando's has evap-cooling and both of you can rest while I prepare our dinner with my cousin."

After a joyous greeting, Armando showed Kaylee and Simon to a darkened room and a wide hammock and bid them rest until dark. "Don't worry about us; mechanics and ER docs know how to nap when they can."

Later, as dusk was falling, Simon and Kaylee were aroused with a fresh batida made from tangerines, passion fruit and cachaca (fermented cane juice). 

"Whoa, that's good!" Kaylee praised and asked for more.

Jorge helped them out of the hammock. "All in good time, little Kaylee, in this culture you have to learn to pace yourself. Now freshen up in the necessary and we will join my cousins at dinner."

When they arrived in the dining room, the tables were set with the finest linen, silver and crystal. The place was packed with a well dressed crowd. The streets outside were also crowded with carnival goers; all were in boisterous spirits. Armando's family was already drinking cachaca toasts and warmly welcomed the new arrivals. The aromatic dishes being set out and included vapata: a tasty mix of corn meal, cashews, peanuts, red pepper, shrimp, coconut, salt, ginger and onions. There main dish was a wonderful lobster - fish moquica that had Simon complementing Armando. He demurred that Jorge was the chef.

"When will you join my kitchen Jorge? We always have a place for you."

Jorge smiled "I think I'll have to become a Zen monk first. I know what you pay your staff and I know I'll have to take a vow of poverty in order to work here."

The table erupted in laughter and Armando countered with "Monk eh? Well at least with your head shaved, your hair won't wind up in the moquica." The meal continued with wine and cachaca toasts and finished with a fine old rum and sugar cured cigars.

As the table cleared and everyone bustled off to prepare their costumes for the festival, Kaylee longingly remarked "That looks like fun, too bad I'm out with two wanted men; bein' tourists, we'd stick out like sore thumbs."

"Au contraire, mistress mechanic; I have everything in hand. Here are the basics of the Samba, if Richard Feynman can learn it, so can you." Soon Jorge had them performing rudimentary Samba steps as he accompanied them on the guitar.

"What about costumes?" Simon inquired.

"Just so" Jorge left and returned with a set of white wings, three shiny bikini pants and elaborate feather masks, one white and angelic with halo and two red devil masks. Simon sputtered. "We're not going to stick out like this?"

"That's the beauty, in these outfits nobody will be looking at our faces."

"Where's my top?" Kaylee inquired.

In reply, Jorge just held up red and white cans of glitter spray body paint. Simon and Kaylee just stood there with their mouths open.

Half an hour later with Kaylee as a shiny white angel trying unsuccessfully to conceal herself with her wings accompanied by two even less attired attendant devils, joined the similarly clothed members of the Armando Samba School as it took it's place in the carnival lineup. Everyone applauded Jorge's and Simon's good looking torsos and Kaylee's shapely curves. Bottles of cachaca and splifs of spiceweed were passed around to calm the jitters at the beginning of the competition.

Kaylee at first was shy and self conscious but Jorge whispered in her ear. "You are a very beautiful woman, nobody knows you here. Your charms have been hidden far too long- flaunt them, this is your night to shine." By mid-parade, under the influence of the alcohol and the excitement of the swirling dancers around her, Kaylee was dancing with wild abandon and wide open wings and beaming under her mask. Simon gamely kept up until they reached the judges stand. There Jorge had him lie down with Kaylee standing triumphantly with one foot on his hip. Armando's school swirled around them under the expert direction of his wife while Jorge contributed with acrobatics and dazzling Caproerea moves that had the crowd screaming for more.

When the school took second place with honors, they all celebrated with more cachaca and all of the males made a point of embracing Kaylee while the females hugged Simon to their paint covered bosoms while making sly comments about his large 'basket'.

As they returned to the shuttle, Kaylee was covered in smeared red and white paint and singing Samba songs. After they all washed each other off, Kaylee clearly buzzed by the night and alcohol and the sight and feel of much naked flesh, pulled Simon towards Inara's bed. Still wearing her wings and a wicked grin, she said "Maestre, I think it's time for the Doc's lessons."

Judging that Simon was also aroused, Jorge began "Ok, Simon, the first thing to keep in mind is that she should always feel that she is beautiful and desired in your eyes. Start by stroking her hair while she lets it down and compliment her on how beautiful she is tonight. Really look at her and comment on what you see. Now stroke her arms and thighs. then massage her sore muscles and loosen her neck and shoulder tendons. Kiss her head, neck and shoulders."

Kaylee just closed her eyes and shivered with pleasure at the touch and attention she was getting from her sweet Bao-bei. 

"Now Simon, I want you to kiss Kaylee, kiss her eyelids, kiss her ears, kiss her cheeks, kiss her chin. Brush her lips with your eyelashes and then devour her mouth with kisses. Some slow and lingering, some rapid and ravishing, some chaste and tender, some in which you imagine yourself penetrating every orifice in her body."

When Kaylee began to clutch at Simon, Jorge told her that she was still the instructional aide and just to relax and enjoy the class. "Simon, kneel in front of her and continue to kiss her neck and shoulders while you cup and fondle her breasts. Brush, twist and tweak her nipples. Kiss them and suck them. Slowly kiss and lick your way down the ribcage and across the belly."

Kaylee dropped her head back with a beautiful and lust lidded smile and lay down on her wings with a resigned but sensuous sigh.

As the doc started to peel off the shiny bikini, the companion instructed him and demonstrated how to kiss each revealed inch down her outer thighs and calves to linger at her beautiful feet before working back up the inner caves and thighs to the tender skin between her thighs and the dark mahogany haired mound of Venus.

"I'm sure you're up on your female reproductive biology, but cullingness is not about that. It is more like cooking by flavoring to taste and bringing everything to a boil after a long simmer. Make it clear where you're going but don't rush; tease and tantalize before giving relief."

Jorge paused to kneel between Kaylee's knees. "Let's prep the field." He joked to Simon before dusting her 'nethers' with a feather applicator.

Propped on her elbows, Kaylee watched in fascination as Jorge's large lips completely covered her sex and he blew a hot, wet breath to activate the powder. An electric jolt ran through her system and set her to trembling while she watched him kiss and nibble with his incredibility white teeth first the inside of one thigh and then the other before nuzzling and licking her mound while his gaze was locked with hers. Just before he traded places with her Bo he gave her a playful wink. As in a dream her lust filled mind observed Simon duplicating the companion's ministrations.

Jorge chuckled to himself as he watched Simon kneel with his hands upheld facing himself in the age old surgeon's habit of approaching a patient before he caught himself and placed his palms gently on his lover's inner thighs. When the companion had approved of the doc's technique, they switched places again. "Simon, my technique requires a strong tongue but the results are well worth it." And he began to strongly lick her outer and inner lips avoiding her tender clitoris except for feather light caresses. When she began to moan and shiver, he put his lips around her button and sucked it until she groaned. When Jorge finally thrust his tongue into her and reached up behind her clit to lap her g-spot, he was rewarded with a scream of pleasure as she convulsively clutched the sheets. 

When Simon replaced him and duplicated his technique, Jorge noted with approval Kaylee's heaving, flushed breasts, wildly rolling eyes and her pleasure arched brows. He mentioned that Simon might want to place the tip of his forefinger to the rosebud of her anus. When he had done so, Kaylee suddenly grabbed the back of his head and clamped her thighs on him to lock her ankles in the middle of his back. With her toes curled and her back arched she soared into an all powerful and mind-consuming orgasm that had her bucking and twitching for several seconds.



"Sweet Buddha, I've died and gone to heaven." Kaylee gasped as she collapsed on top of her wings with her legs splayed wide and the glow of post climax that suffused her rose petal complexion from her auburn tresses to her pearly toenails.

Simon just gaped down at her. "This is probably the most sacred and profane thing I have ever seen." 

Kaylee just gave a low throaty growl and sat up to yank down her boyfriend's increasingly tight pants. Without even pausing to fully remove them, she grasped his manhood and pulled it into her mouth. 

With the tight elastic around his thighs, and his most sensitive parts firmly embedded between his lover's lips and her hands on his buttocks and his brain on 'reset', Simon was caught and jerking like a gaffed fish.

Jorge grinned but something about Kaylee set him to rummaging in his companion bag of tricks. "Ok, time out; Kaylee, have you been in my bag?" He queried as he held up a half empty bottle of red liquid. 

Kaylee raised her head with a sheepish grin and glistening lips from Simon's shaft. "Sorry, I was thirsty after all that liquor and it tasted like strawberries". 

Jorge admonished her. "You wouldn't like it if I got into your tool kit and stared fooling with Serenity's engine and you wouldn't get into the doc's bag and start taking things out of there. This aphrodisiac is a very powerful stimulant and you shouldn't take it unsupervised." 

Kaylee nodded with downcast eyes and Simon looked on with concern. "Will she need medical attention?"

Jorge looked up and said "No, but you might before she is finished. I have some royal jelly extract that will help you and aid your stamina". 

After swallowing the jelly Simon said "Ancient Western medicine can help here too. That little blue pill in the side pouch of my bag could be of great assistance." He panted.

After making some correction to Kaylee's technique and teaching her how to monitor Simon's arousal and how to use a squeeze technique to prolong and delay his climax, Jorge had her kneel on all fours on the bed and had Simon approach her from the rear "Doc, I want you to start slow alternating shallow and deep strokes." 

As he entered her Kaylee gasped clutched the silk- like sheets with spread fingers with the wings still on her back and her breast swaying and his thighs slapping her pink flanks, Simon said "No, this is the most sacred and profane thing I have ever seen." 

Jorge smiled again and said. "Make it less mechanical doc, remember the Samba." Jorge reached over to lightly slap a samba rhythm on Kaylee's up thrust butt. Kaylee just grinned at him and began pumping back against Simon's syncopated rhythm. 

In time a sheen began to form on their bodies and their movements became more frantic. Suddenly Kaylee screamed. "Cao, give it to me, Bao-bei, give it too me now, oh Cao." And she began another powerful orgasm. Simon peaked right after her and they both collapsed on the bed. 

Jorge sat leaning on his arms looking down at the beautiful spent couple next to him. They were both flushed and bathed in sweat. Kaylee recovered first and said. "I bet we look a sight don't we?" Glancing at his lap she said "And I can tell from the strain on your pants that you think it's all shiny." She reached over to playfully pat his bulge but paused to stroke the long curve of him. "What you got in here Maestre, can I look?" Without waiting for permission she fished his manhood out and with up thrust brows exclaimed "Wow, Simon you're well hung." 



She looked over at Simon's exhausted form and said "Bao-bei, do you mind?" 

Simon just smiled and shrugged. "Why not? It's your night."

Jorge inquired "Are you sure Simon?" 

Simon laughed and said "I can use all the help I can get with this beautiful little grease monkey". 

"Grease monkey eh? Well just you watch with I can do with this tool here." Kaylee countered and began a very vigorous felatio on his 'tool'. Kaylee laced her fingers and thumbs and around Jorge's birimbau and began to skillfully weave her hands up and down while swirling her tongue around his glans. When Jorge complimented her on her technique she paused and said "Nara taught me this with a rubber dildo a while back; glad you like it". 

As Simon watched his girl still in angel wings stroking and sucking on Jorge's ebony shaft, he suddenly felt revived and began to thrust into Kaylee's slippery 'nethers' eliciting pleasure moans from her lips around Jorge's now gleaming sex. 

After a period of worshipping the coal black phallus in front of her and being plumbed from behind by her boyfriend, Kaylee climaxed again and paused for breath. Waggling Jorge playfully, she said over her shoulder "This is all very nice, but this big old door knocker is getting wearisome on my jaw bones. How bout you two switch places?" 

As Jorge removed his pants Kaylee looked at the two men and whistled. "I'm one gorram lucky girl here. You know I've had a powerful hankering to do this again since that night with the Olsen twins before I met Bester." 

As Kaylee began her linked finger techniques on Simon, Jorge eased himself into Kaylee with both of them lying on their side. While she moaned in pleasure she threw her leg over Jorge's thighs and he began to stroke and caress her exposed erogenous zones with even more skill than he played the guitar earlier. 



Simon in the thrall of Kaylee's oral ministrations thought to himself "like father like son. I just hope I'll be a better husband and father than he was." 

Kaylee thought to herself as she sighed in pleasure. "Shiny: neither one has gorram batteries." 

Jorge thought to himself "Lao-tyen boo! I'm going to miss this in the monastery." 

And so the two men began what became a pleasurable but very long night of having Kaylee's lovely but voracious body between them in every possible combination. That had Jorge wondering if Kaylee had been memorizing Inara's copy of the Karma Sutra until the finally triumphant mechanic rose and stretched like a well satisfied cat. Looking down at their smiling sweaty, supine forms she said "Say you lazy bones, dawn's comin' up: don't you think we better get back to Serenity?" 




The Two Companions Pt. 04



Jorge roused himself with a flask of hot coffee from Armando's and got the shuttle lifted and on the way while Kaylee snuggled in Simon's unconscious arms. 

After docking, Inara stepped into her shuttle and appraised the innocently sleeping nude couple, Kaylee still in her wings and Jorge's obviously worn condition. "Debauching angels now eh, Maestre?" 



"Hey, I barely survived myself. She got into the red aphrodisiac and it took the two of us to even keep up." Jorge sighed as he sipped his coffee. "But you know the old companion saying, it's still not as bad as.."

"..final exam week at House Madarassa." They both completed together. "And as the ancient philosopher Woodrow Allen stated: 'The worst sex I ever had was wonderful.'" Inara laughed and then turned sober. "Well, get them up. Mal wants his mechanic in the engine room and the doc in the infirmary ready for action and he wants to know if you know how to handle a gun." Inara grimly announced as she reached under the bed for her crossbow. 

Kaylee suddenly sat up with her hands in front of her privates and asked with alarm "What is it, Reavers?" 

Inara looked at her "No Mei-mei, but it's almost as bad. It's the Longshoreman's Tong"

To be continued....



The Two Companions Pt. 05



(In which Relationship counseling takes on a whole new meaning when guns and heavy weaponry are involved)

When Inara and Jorge emerged into the cargo bay and Kaylee and Simon had exchanged furtive embraces and scuttled in dishabille to their respective stations, Mal called to Kaylee "If you hear gunfire and I give you the word, I want you to slam the inner airlock closed. That should buy us some time if things go south."

*

"That's S.O.P.(Standard Operating Procedure) Cap." she yelled over her shoulder.

"Right." he acknowledged. "How many other boats even have a 'If things go south' S.O.P.?" he muttered to himself. 

Jorge noticed Jayne nervously selecting weapons and ammo from his own extensive armory. Zoe was calmly checking the load on her sawed off Winchester "Mare's Leg" carbine. He also observed with alarm that her belt contained several high explosive and fragmentation grenades. Even River was bouncing on the balls of her feet, nostrils flared and cocking her neck back and forth to loosen up her shoulders. Mal was absent mindedly fingering the Taurus 85 in his fast draw rig while he hefted an Independent assault rifle in his left hand. Mal's gaze was out the open cargo bay.

Outside, a threatening crew of well muscled Orientals armed with crowbars, machetes, baseball bats and cargo hooks milled around the entrance while in back of them thugs armed with rifles, shotguns and submachine guns covered the open cargo bay door.

Jorge retrieved a well worn but well maintained Sten gun with a folding stock and a flash and noise suppressor from his rucksack. "What's up Cap?" he asked.

"We're Landlocked, even the outer bay door. There's also a cortex block on our transmission. Your little trick with the cargo yesterday earned us a violation of the local longshoreman's contract." Mal answered.

Just then, a dapper little man stepped forward with a sheaf of high quality paper covered in dense legalese and began to spout writs of violation while an even better dressed ruggedly handsome gentleman smoking an expensive cigar walked up behind him.

Jorge sputtered "That's Fei hua, Captain; ship's crew have always been able to move cargo inside their own ship."

The lawyer paused and smiled with an evil grin. "That is precisely the point Mr. Mayweather: you are not ship's crew." and to Mal "Don't even think of lifting the landlock either, the port master is in our pay."

"Great, we're humped." Jayne muttered. "They brought Lawyers, guns and money".

The Better dressed gentleman interrupted. "My name is Sun, and I have the honor of representing the Long shore and Cargo Hauler's Tong of New Kashmir Spaceport. Now if you will allow us to take Mr. Mayweather into our custody, we can make all of this disappear."

"Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng"{frog humping sonovabitch}"As of today, he's crew and you're not taking anybody from the 'Cutty Sark' chu fei wo si le! {unless it's over my dead body}!"

Momentarily nonplused, the Tong leader considered his cigar before addressing Mal with a grin "That too can be arranged."

Just as Mal was about to shuffle Mr. Sun and his lawyer 'off this mortal coil', various weapons on both sides were cocked and aimed and the high pitched wine of rangefinders and windage calculators powering up filled the air. Having been in this situation before, Mal just shoved his thumbs into his belt and looked down at the two men and favored them with his most disarming smile."Afore we start adjusting the landscape with assorted bullet holes you should consider that me and mine have considerable more practice at dodging and delivering high velocity steel and explosives than you and yours and that right now all three of us are standing in the path of a lot of it. So you might want to reconsider your position."

The Lawyer blanched and started to stammer. "P-Perhaps in the light of present circumstances..." before suddenly turning tail and heading for the nearest cover. Mr. Sun had a quite a bit more grit and just stared back at Mal thru the lazy coil of smoke rising from his cigar.

Into this 'Mexican standoff' a large black reproduction 1930's earth-that-was touring sedan roared, followed by several Mogadishu styled 'technical's' (hover cars mounted with 50 cal, 20 mm auto cannon or recoilless rifles). They were loaded with a motley group of highly armed men dressed in a variety of body armor bearing the logo of crossed hand axes. The sedan screeched to a stop and out of the drivers door a young well built driver with double 45 automatics in shoulder holsters leaped to open the back door while an equally good looking hood in double-breasted pinstripes and fedora hoisted a full-drum Thompson from the front passenger side.

From the depths of the gleaming black car a very beautiful oriental woman dressed in a red silk sheath dress slit to mid thigh and high heels emerged. She strode with a long legged, hip swinging gait directly toward them carrying nothing more than an ornately carved ivory long stemmed cigarette holder and smoking cigarillo. 



"Who's the dragon lady?" Jayne asked over his sights.

"Da-shiang bao-tza shr duh lah doo-tze {The explosive diarrhea of an elephant on my head}, that's no lady, that's my ex-wife, Madam Chang, head of the Port Security Tong!" Mr. Sun fumed as he slammed his cigar to the tarmac. 

Zoe came up from behind a crate and sighted down the barrel of a LAW (light anti-roller weapon) at the new arrival.

The beautiful woman paused in mid-step. "That's a bit of overkill for just me, my dear."

Zoe calmly replied "The LAW is for the limo, Mam."

The two hoods quickly moved behind more substantial cover.

Madam Chang briefly glanced over her shoulder before nodding at Zoe. "Ah yes, you do know how to strike at a girl's weakness; I hereby promise that I will be on my best behavior."

"Perhaps there is room for negotiation here." Inara announced as she descended the stairs dressed in a low-cut, flowing golden silk gown offset with a maroon shawl tied at a bias from waist to hip. She carried a steaming pot of tea and service for three on an ornate tray. Silently she thought at River."Get yourself into something from my closet and borrow something small and concealable from Jayne." To Jorge she spoke. "Get yourself cleaned up and presentable as a Companion, while I entertain these two eminent members of the community."

"Where did the tea come from?" Mal asked as Inara passed him.

"Oh, that's the first thing I do. Why do you think they say trouble's brewing?" She shot over her shoulder.

"Oh,....What?" Mal replied, obviously caught off guard by her wit.

Inara just smiled and descended the ramp to greet the rival Tong leaders. On a quickly set up table in the shade of the overhanging cockpit and with a pleasant breeze from Serenity's atmosphere system, Inara and the Tong leaders went through the Companion's greeting ceremony.

When River arrived in a simple silk pantsuit with frog closures running from hip to neck on the left side of the tunic and her hair in a bun held by chopsticks, she was introduced as a 'companion-in-training'. Inara begged the two leaders to allow her to be in attendance so that she could observe the finer points of companion diplomacy.

Inara opened with the observation that all of this armed force was clearly not just to arrest some scab worker who had inadvertently violated union work rules and probably should only be fined. Mr. Sun replied that Mr. Mayweather was a dangerous fugitive with a price on his head and wanted for murder.

Glancing at the crowd Inara replied. "Meaning no disrespect, that description could easily apply to many individuals on both sides here." "Me too," she thought after her last visit to Boros. She saw River give her a curiously appreciative glance.

"None taken, but that is exactly why you should surrender him. Our murderers outnumber yours." Mr. Sun replied with a slight smile.

"Perhaps you have heard of the Firefly crew that fought off a shipload of Reavers a few months back. They say that after summing up the body parts there were over a hundred Reavers in the attack. You should know that this is that same crew. And while you are counting up your advantages you should also consider your own body count if you try to force this issue. I know that the Tongs will have to pay both death benefits and hospital bills. Surely the price on Mr. Mayweather's head and any favors you get from the feds or the Guild won't pay for all that." Inara replied with an equal smile as she saw the gears working behind the tong leader's countenance.

"Perhaps we should just take you. I saw the way Captain Reynolds looked at you, I am sure he would trade some fugitive for two beautiful women no matter where his personal loyalties lie." Sun countered with a slightly evil grin.

Inara just arched her eyebrow. "Before you do that, you should know that this young woman here is really a companion-in training for the guild security force." River raised her tunic just enough to reveal the butt of a small caliber target shooter's automatic fitted with a silencer tucked into the waistband as she continued to scan the crowd. "That pistol had a twelve round clip. She has already identified your best shooters and in the time it takes to tell the tale, twelve people will die and the first two will be both of you. I strongly advise you to take that option off the table."

Mr. Sun blinked in surprise but Madam Chang just smiled and nodded " My dear, I like the way you think and I'm glad I don't have to consider you a rival. What I would like Mr. Mayweather to consider is my invitation to safe haven. I realize that the charges are trumped up and that the guild leadership is on the verge of collapse. I plan to negotiate with whatever clique takes over. If they want him back for master-at-arms or even head priest, I will give him back; if not, I will help him on his way to safe obscurity." Clearly she had very good intelligence and had discerned the heart of the matter.

Inara gracefully suspended the discussion and promised to convey the invitation to Mr. Mayweather. When she and River joined Jorge as he emerged from the shower and was toweling off, Inara grabbed River to turn her away but River just rolled her eyes. "I've seen him naked enough in your mind, especially when you're alone and you fantasize about him and Mal on that deserted beach..." Inara turned white as a sheet and clapped a palm over River's mouth. Jorge roared in laughter and Inara turned scarlet and thought various death threats against both of them until she considered the absurd nature of the situation and began to laugh herself.

"Ok River, What about Madam Chang's offer?" after Inara finished relaying the Invitation.

"Well, she does plan to keep him safe but she also wants him for something called a Toy Boy." 

Jorge laughed again, "That's Boy-Toy River, and given her looks, that would not be such a bad fate; however I do value my freedom."

Inara again queried "River, did you read them deeply enough to find out what they really want?"

"What they really want, oddly enough, is each other. Mr. Sun is still desperately in love with her. The problem is Madam Chang's weakness for good looking men and her flamboyant taste. Mr. Sun doesn't mind the infidelity so much and he would secretly like to watch but he is deathly afraid of being labeled a cuckold and seen as weak in the eyes of his men. In fact, his number two is hoping that shooting does break out and that he will be able to 'off' his boss in the confusion. Madam Chang really loves Sun and his tough, hardboiled ways but she has her eyes on higher goals than being the wife of a smalltime Tong boss on a backwater planet."

Jorge looked at Inara, smiled, and said "Ok, here's my plan."

When Inara gracefully descended the ramp to the truce table, she opened with "Mr. Mayweather thanks you for your generous offer of hospitality but respectfully declines due to a prior commitment. He does however have some interesting counteroffers. The Mayweather Clan still runs a substantial portion of the commercial haulage and passenger lines in the 'Verse' and he thinks New Kashmir would be an excellent transshipment point. He feels that the clan would be glad to build new warehouses and in return for safe handling, security and a minimum of pilferage could offer substantial 'rebates' to the Tongs."

"In fact, I think rebuilt New Kashmir would make an excellent vacation spot in this postwar economic boom." Jorge interjected as he strode down the ramp dressed in sandals and a flowing caftan with his smile, skin and dreadlocks gleaming in the sunlight. When an errant breeze caught the thin material of the caftan and pushed it against his body it was clear there was nothing between his skin and the fabric, displaying his beautiful and powerful physique. Inara also caught the sent of powerful peheromes. Clearly, he had his 'sex game' 'on'.

Inara thought "The Good looking black Hun-dan {bastard} sure does know how to make an entrance." Observing the light of avarice in Sun's eyes and the lust in Madam's she thought "Ok, bait swallowed." She addressed the two leaders. "Yes, this is a lovely place and all it needs are some trendy people to start visiting in order to make it happen. I am sure that the Tongs and their new wealth will find the means to get in on the backing of new resorts and casinos and will be able to provide peace and security to go along with the trade."

"And who is more fashionable or higher status than Companions?" Jorge continued in his most seductive manner "Inara and I still have many friends and former students who would accept our recommendation of New Kashmir in general and the two of you in particular if you are willing and able to contract for their services. In fact, The Mayweather Clan could probably provide transportation and defray some of the initial costs in order to build up the tourist trade."

Inara could see that the visions of high society and social notoriety that would come with being the hosts of the crème de la crème had Madame practically drooling and the possibility of wealth and power had Mr. Sun in its thrall. She thought "All right, hook set: Showtime." She asked aloud; pouring on the charm. "Have you ever been with a Companion Couple?" Knowing full well that nobody within thirty parsecs could even command that type of expense or prestige. "If you would like, we could evaluate you as suitable clients in my shuttle."

Mr. Sun blinked. "Do you mean,.. Like, Now?"

"Why yes, Mr. Sun, I do mean Now." Inara rose and offered her hand.

Jorge beamed and offered his arm. "Madam?"

As the foursome walked past them and up the stairs, a dumbfounded Mal and Jayne just stared.

River cheerfully remarked to nobody in particular "Among the Bonobo primates on Earth-that-was, every individual and community conflict were settled with sex."

"Considerable less messy and painful than shooting, stabbing or exploding." Zoe nodded solemnly with the memory of her husband's loss fresh in her mind.

"Huh." said Mal.

"I'll be in my bunk." Jayne muttered.

During the lull, the various armed men began to get bored and fraternization began to break out. River discerned that one of the older tong members was a master of 'pushing hands' and respectfully requested the favor of instruction. The master was delighted to have such an eager and charming student and soon found her to be both supple and sensitive adept in what amounted to a graceful toe to toe physical version of a three dimensional chess match.

After a while, Jayne rejoined everyone and got into a craps game with some burley longshoremen in the shade of a shelter on the tarmac. A security guard recognized Mal and Zoe as fellow former browncoats and came up to offer cigars and a hip flask and to trade war stories.

The Doc and the mechanic emerged from their stations to sit on the cargo. He leaned back and put his arm around her while she put her head on his shoulder. Kaylee smiled "Ain't this nice? Everybody's relaxing down here while they're up there getting sexed just like we was last night." 

Simon just shook his head in amazement. "I don't know how Jorge does it. Maybe because he is a professional; I know that I can pull an 18 hour shift in the ER if the bodies just keep coming in and I have seen you do the same for Serenity when she's hurting so I guess he can do it if it's necessary."

Kaylee gave him a playful poke in the ribs. "I know I ain't as exciting as a pile of bleeding bodies but don't you think I might be a little more fun?"

The memory of Kaylee's lovely sweaty body between his and Jorge's last night triggered a surge of lust in him which Kaylee verified with a quick grope. "We could use my bed." He offered.

"Nope, my hammock in the engine room is better in case somethin' happens. It'll take time to haul bodies to the infirmary and you can get dressed on the run but the Cap's gonn'a want this boat sealed and in the air quick'rn spit if'n somthin' goes south. And speaking of going south......" Kaylee kissed him and pulled him towards the engine room.

Meanwhile up in Inara's shuttle Inara and Mr. Sun were enraptured by the sight of the poetry of Ebony and Ivory in front of them. Inara was administering to Sun's staff of jade with a mixture of tongue, lips and mouth while she monitored his arousal with a cupped hand under his sack of gold and controlled him just below the peak with her other hand. The male Tong leader had his own talents and his stroking fingers on her thighs and within her tender folds had her in her own pleasurable state of frisson. He kept her writhing just below the peak herself. "OOh!" she murmured, "I can see how Madam fell for you."

Jorge was engaged in his own sweaty samba of teasing and withdrawal combined with sudden powerful delivery of his black birinbau to the depths of the beautiful Madam Chang's Cinnabar Gate. Madam had her caves locked on the backs of his muscular thighs and her fingers digging into the globes of his solid gluts while she was mesmerized by the sight of the gleaming Pecs and abs of the dark handsome male between her legs. Her own lithe frame was dancing and pounding back in equal measure to his beat and the thought of her excited ex-husband watching her a few feet away was almost too much to bear. Jorge's skilful dance between her thighs was dazzling and made it clear that her boy-toys were just that and a real man was what she wanted. Her arousal just kept building in successive waves that threatened to drive her into a mindless frenzy.

Inara was admiring Jorge's talent and gleaming buttocks while thinking "How did I ever let him get away?" and answering herself "You left him, you wanted independence, so did he. You couldn't agree on anything. You fought all the time. The question is: are you going to let the same thing happen with Mal?" 



Just then a sudden high keening filled the air as Madam started to peak and Inara looked to Jorge's face to see him give a quick glance to her and a small nod before driving his partner over the edge into a screaming scarlet oblivion while he quickly joined her. Inara also brought her partner to a rigid jerking and roaring climax before allowing herself the pleasure of 'Le petit mort' as she enjoyed the triumph of a shared simultaneous orgasm with her old lover and their two clients.

Outside, River gasped at the sudden wash of feeling which allowed the Pushing Hands instructor to suddenly stagger her backwards a few feet. She smiled again and bowed deeply thanking him for his generous instruction. He beamed and returned the bow, pronouncing her an excellent student and welcoming to resume her lessons anytime she was in port.




The Two Companions Pt. 05



Jayne was down to empty pockets about to loose his favorite t-shirt and was in the process of switching dice when Zoe noticed the impending disaster and yelled "Ok, break it up; they're coming out." Jayne looked up into several pairs of angry eyes, snatched his shirt and headed back towards the ship as a beaming Mr. Sun emerged and was followed by a glowing but demure Madam Chang.

As they descended the stairs, Jorge noticed that Inara was also glowing. "I noticed Mr. Sun's technique, it reminded me of old what's-her-toes: you remember the digital manipulation instructor that used you for a demonstration the first day?"

Inara smiled at the sudden memory "I had such a crush on her after that. I think that was my first orgasm."

Jorge continued. "I went to her for personal instruction because of that demonstration."

"Oh ho, I thought you seemed a little too good when it came time to get paired up in the practical labs. I think that was the first time I ever really noticed you."

"Yeah, and I rigged the class assignments too." Jorge confessed.

Inara laughed and made her own teasing observation. "Well you seemed to Enjoy Madam Chang's beauty; she looked very well matched to your style. In fact I'll bet that when you are sitting in the depths of Zen meditation in New Mount Heai, some of the female demons that the mind conjures up to distract itself will have her face." 

Jorge grinned. "After Kaylee all last night and Madam Chang today the only sitting I'm thinking about involves a warm tub and some Epsom salts. Besides, I've been meditating for a long time. Been there and done that and all of those demons had your face." 

At the top of the ramp, Mr. Sun was addressing the two Tongs and describing the prosperity of a future New Kashmir and their share in the new wealth. When it came to the part about the two Tongs merging and his remarriage to Madam Chang (who would serve as his number two in the Tong) along with special bonuses for all, cheering broke out and not a few weapons were fired in the air in celebration as casks of New Kashmir brandy were brought out and opened up.

The former number two of the longshoremen's tong suddenly realized his own demotion and saw red. He raised his weapon vowing revenge but a small hole suddenly appeared in the middle of his forehead and he fell back into the cheering throng and was not noticed until after the celebration died down.



A hundred yards away, River lowered her smoking pistol without even looking and handed it back to Jayne. "Anton Chekov once wrote that when you introduce a gun into a play, someone will have to fire it."

A puzzled Jayne just looked at her and shook his head. "You know you're still crazy, litl' girl." and he went off to get his share of brandy.

Jorge walked up beside a smiling Captain Reynolds who was standing with his arms crossed and smoking a cigar as he watched the celebration. "Sorry Cap, about all the go-se {dog shit} I got you and yours in the middle of."

Mal just smiled and tapped the ash of his cigar. "Dust in the slipstream, Jorge." He laughed. "The last time I was here, a whole Armored Heavy Roller Division was trying to kill me. I guess I should be used to it by now." Mal paused after consideration. "Can't say that I don't think that you and Inara's way of settling differences isn't a better way." Glancing at the blushing Madam Chang and the happy Mr. Sun. "Also looks to be a considerable bit more pleasurable."

Jorge just gave him a tired but happy smile. "It's what I do, Cap, it's what I do."

To be continued...

*

A tip of the hat to ol' Milton Caniff and "Terry and the Pirates."

In addition, my Tai-Chi and Push Hands instructor, the late Marshall Ho, told me that as a young man he wore two 45's and was a driver for the Tong in the Bay Area, this is also for him.