Jack Harrington
Jack Harrington looks at the tablet on his desk. The image it shows of the orbital parking garage. Or the “OPG,” as it’s called by the tech weenies that think electronics are the end-all be-all of our lives. The day-to-day people who use the glorified parking lot call it just that: the parking lot.
Jack shifts in his chair. The image shows 50 spaceships of all shapes and colors docked to a large cylinder-shaped object. With a row of airlocks facing away from the planet and room to dock 3 on the planet side. But the worrying thing to Jack is in the background behind it there is a fleet of 10 ships flying in formation headed directly to the station. They look like avocados. If avocados had more guns than an Iowa-class battleship.
Jack stands up. He fixes his Hawaiian shirt and sets the tablet up with a kickstand. He opens the contact list and hits the button for the lizard person liaison. He paces back and forth as a horrible sound from his nightmares plays in the background—the sound of a Skype call connecting.
After 30 seconds a face appears on the screen. “EARTH MAN,” the lizard person says in a loud, choppy version of English.
“Why are you amassing a fleet in Earth orbit?” Jack asks, holding his glass of whiskey; he takes a sip of it. He leans forward, interlocking his fingers. “You are dangerously close to violating the treaty,” he says as he sets the drink just out of frame.
“WHERE IS THE CHILD?” the lizard person says. His tone is flat, and his English sounds as if he is reading from a phonetic translation card.
“We are looking for them right now; we should have them back within the day.” Jack Harrington lies, “For now, why don’t we have a face-to-face?”
“WHERE IS THE CHILD?” the lizard captain repeats.
“Ok, see you at the parking lot in 2 hours,” Jack Harrington says with a sigh and hangs up.
He looks around the room for his bodyguards. “Get Izzy and Jacob and pack your bags; we will be gone for a few days. Make sure to bring your leashes and extra food.”
Marlon pokes his head into the room from the hallway. “Yes, sir,” his imaginary tail wagging.
Izzy and the shoes of destiny
Izzy and Jacob are sitting at the bar. The cat is leaning over the bar, head on hands, chatting with Izzy. “So he just walked away? As a human?” The cat’s tail flicks back and forth, his smile creeping towards creepy.
Izzy nods her head, her mixed drink half drunk. “Just walked away.” She imitates a pair of legs walking across the bar with her fingers.
“A literal cure for vampirism,” he says, looking over at the green, semi-transparent creature trying to figure out how to use chopsticks to eat his ramen.
“Crazy, right?” Izzy says, putting her hand on Jacob’s lap comfortingly. “And he tried to eat me.”
“There is that,” the cat says, his grin finally reaching creepy.
Trever walks into the bar, his black suit with charcoal tie looking immaculate as ever. He sits next to Jacob.
“Trever,” Jacob nods.
“Jacob… and Izzy the boss wants you to come to the parking lot,” Trever says calmly.
Jacobs eyes go wide. “The one in space,” he says, putting his hand on Izzy’s on his lap.
“Yeah, that one pack enough clothes for 4 days; we lift off in T – 3 hours,” Trever says.
“Lift off into space?” Jacob says, squeezing Izzy’s hand.
“Yes Pack supplies for 4 days minimum. See you in 3 hours outside reception.” Trevor smiles and nods his head to Jacob. He swivels around and leaves the bar.
“Well, that’s rude. Can he do that?” Izzy says to the door of the bar that Trevor has just walked through. She swivels around and looks at the cat. “Can he do that? Just order me to go places?”
The cat smirks. “You did sign on the dotted line; you better get packing.”
“Space,” Jacob says dreamily as Izzy finishes her drink and stands up. He follows Izzy back to their motel room.
Izzy walks into her motel room and starts to pack a bag. “It’s not that I am not excited about going to space, but I just don’t like that he can order me around.”
Jacob starts to pack a bag as well. “We signed the contracts; we knew what we were getting into.”
Izzy shakes it off. “Jacob, do you think they will have artificial gravity?” she says, flitting through her clothes in the closet. “Like, do you think a dress is a bad idea?”
Jacob stops and thinks about it. “I have no idea; it’s best to be safe and not bring a dress.”
They spend a few seconds digging through their clothes.
“Izzy, do you really think we are going to space?” Jacob asks, packing 4 pairs of underwear.
“Yeah, I do,” Izzy says, packing a random selection of bras and panties, socks, and shorts.
Jacob stops mid-folding of a t-shirt. “What about launch?” he asks, his heart racing.
“What about it?” Izzy asks as she dumps out her bag on the bed and begins packing again from scratch.
“Do you think astronauts pee a little from the g-forces?” Jacob asks, eyeing the diaper bag.
“Maybe? No way?” Izzy thinks about it as she decides she did like her selection of clothing and starts packing it back into the bag again. She stops and thinks about Jacob’s question, “Maybe?”
“Shouldn’t there be a bunch of training for this?” Jacob asks, picking the diaper bag up; he rifles through the bag, pulling out 2 plain white diapers, the least embarrassing ones he could find.
“I’ll diaper you if you diaper me,” Jacob says, his biggest fear of peeing on a car ride amplified by 100. He imagines floating in a cloud of tiny pee drops, everyone knowing exactly who did it, and having to abort the mission and land. He swallows hard.
“Don’t be silly; I don’t need one,” she says, repacking her clothes for the third time. She stops mid-packing and turns to see Jacob visibly nervous.
“Fine, lie down,” she says, walking over and taking the diaper from him. She watches as he removes his clothes. Admiring his body, a small knot of sexual tension growing as she looks at his cock, hard and inviting. She whispers, “not bad.”
Josh looks up at her. “Did you say something?” He lies back on the bed, moving her clothes out of the way to make room.
“No,” she mutters, chastising herself for talking out loud. She unfolds the diaper and struggles to get it under his butt. She puts his legs on her shoulders and lifts them clear off the bed, the diaper sliding into place.
She digs in the bag and powders him, rubbing it in, making Jacob moan. “Easy there, Jacob, it’s just powder,” she laughs.
He hides behind his hands. “It feels good; I can’t help it.”
She feels his warm cock in her hands and feels the knot growing in her stomach. She strokes him more, listening to how he moans, the tension growing more. She strokes faster, watching his expression. “Does someone need to make cum?” she teases.
Jacob bristles at the childish way she is talking to him but nods his head. Somewhere inside him, this is pressing buttons he is not comfortable having.
She bends down and licks the very tip of his penis, a small drop of precum transferring to her tongue. She tastes his sweetness and strokes him faster.
Jacob moans and tries not to thrust his hips into Izzy’s mouth. “Oh Izzy, yes,” he moans.
She grins and takes another lick as she strokes. “Should I let you cum in my mouth?” she says with a grin borrowed from the cat.
“Yes, please, Izzy,” he whispers, looking out from behind his hands, seeing her mouth inches from his cock. It’s slightly open, inviting, and waiting for him to cum.
Izzy looks up at Jacob with her most seductive look. “Cum for me,” she says with her eyes.
Jacob feels himself getting close. “Izzy,” he whines, so close but not over the edge.
“Come for me then; I want to kiss you,” she says before putting his tip in her mouth.
Jacob grunts and tries not to cum. “Izzy, I don’t,” he starts to say before losing control and filling Izzy’s mouth. He lies there dazed as Izzy scoots up the bed and kisses him. Long and slow, his cum filling his mouth, he swallows, burning with shame and regret.
She kisses his forehead. “Now let’s get that diaper on.”
Jacob lies there tasting his own cum as Izzy pulls the diaper up between his legs and tapes it tightly. Not as good a job as Audrey can do, but good enough; she rubs the front of his diaper.
“What about you?” Jacob quietly whispers, still floating.
“I think I am ok for now.” She rubs his belly. “I will save it for when we are in space.” She goes to the bathroom and washes out her mouth before she grabs a few pads and returns, tossing them in her bag. She looks over at Jacob, still half awake. “Get packing!” she orders.
Jacob gets up and begins packing again, hiding the thick diaper under a pair of shorts. He packs 2 spare diapers at the bottom of his bag, blushing, still tasting his own cum. He packs nothing that isn’t stretchy, figuring space will be a place where soft is the king.
They finish packing in less than 20 minutes; they sit on the bed next to each other. “What now?” Izzy asks.
“I don’t know, back to the bar?” Jacob replies with his own question, his hand seeking the comfort of hers.
They grab their bags and walk back to the bar. Jacob is feeling self-conscious about the crinkle of his diaper. He sits next to Izzy, and the cat slides down. “Oh, Jacob, you need an orange juice?” he grins.
“What, why?” he asks.
The cat shrugs, “Suit yourself.”
