Deep Sea Wars 11.1

11.

The Surface

Lady Jan took her drink to the window balcony. The drink was a vintage drink of over a hundred years. It was made from the fresh grapes and then pressed for the juice before it was fermented over in a barrel for over a period of time. It was then preserved in the cold and dry place for over a longer period before it was shelved for over a hundred years. It was dry and yet tangy to the taste. She sipped the drink into her mouth and left it there to open the pores at the tongue. The pores there permeates to the taste nerve points and that effect will assail the mind to a higher level of satisfaction that even the drugs may not achieved in its peak.

She had the use of the suite over looking at the pier when she was there. The suite was kept to the minimum in furnishing but by that standard, it was grand in design with the light feather large bedding to the larger than usual bathroom with the threesome sized tub, and the living area held the expansive bar counter.

She stood there naked before stretching her body to the full length and then arched her back fully to the back. It was better to do it at her own home in the country side on the vast land of her home but out there on the island, she cringed at the soot and coal inlaid air. She finished her drink and disappeared back to the suite. She walked to the bathroom and immersed herself in the large tub.

“You ought to climb back into the bed.” Lord Ian Stuart called from the bed. “It’s getting chilly here.”

Lady Jan looked up from her comfortable position in the warm water. She stretched her body in the water before she raised her right hand at the Lordship. On her right hand, her middle finger stretched out.

“You are a bore, Lady Jan.” Lord Stuart bored his way into the lady on her knees before him. It was his humping which woke her up. She was not his bed partner but she valued the act between man and woman although she favoured the later more.

“My fleet was refused entry into the port.” Lady Jan voiced out.

“It’s the Army. They won’t listen to me anymore.” Lord Stuart heaved up his hips to gain more leverage. “General Clarke is no more the top honcho there.”

“Then he is no more of use to us.” Lady Jan stepped out of the bath water. She walked over to the bed and looked at the girl who was subjected to the lust of his Lordship. She stepped up over the girl’ back and sat on the spine of the girl. She grasped her legs tight on the girl’s waist before she grabbed his Lordship by the face with the h3r left hand. She buried his face into her flat chest while her right hand grabbed his left thigh. She grabbed it hard and forced his pushes.

“Arghh!” His Lordship screamed out on his final push. So did the girl who was being humped. Lady Jan stepped off the body and off the bed. Both the girl and his Lordship collapsed on the bed.

“I hoped you enjoy that. It’s a form of sexual release when your breathing is hampered.” Lady Jan smiled. “Some call it sexual asphyxia.”

“Now that you have your fuck. Tell me who the new head honcho is?” Lady Jan asked.

Across the city in the Army Military Office, General Clarke stormed into the office that was once held by him for four years.  He ignored the salute from the sentries and marched his way to the office. He did not bother to knock and opened the door in.

“Good morning, General Clarke. I was not expecting you this early.” The voice carried over across the office space to the doorway. “You may do kind to close the door first. I am still a lady first and my hairs are in a mess.”

“General Ellen Gale.” General Clarke did the gentlemanly approach to close the door before he approached the other ranking officer. General Gale held the same rank as himself but by war ribbons, she had less than his. The lady General was dressed like most lady officers in her fine uniform and matching skirt with the dark flat shoes. Her peaked cap differs from Clarke’s as her’ have the two sides bent upwards. On the peak were the two rows of braided gold leaves. However at that time General Gale had not on her cap for her hairs was in curlers. The Army had changed on its ruling then when the female recruits are allowed certain feminine styles.

“I trust you are not here for tea so I won’t offer you any.” General Gale sipped her cup of morning tea. “Don’t you hassle over that for my cookies ain’t are limited. A general works is never ending and my baking has to be left in the oven most times. ”

“General Gale, I was told that you have refused entry to the special fleet of the …”

“The reputed pirate ships of the Far Eastern Empire. Yes, I did that. I can’t have them docked on my ports unless they have sprung a leak in their hull.”

“But General Gale, they are here on the request of the Lord Chamberlain and their ….”

“Fishing contributions are not my concern. If the Lord Chamberlain wants to have them fished here then he can bloody well appeal to me. Why the overly concern on it? Do you understand the implication of having a fleet of …..pirates berthed in your own backyard?”   

 “General Gale we have needs of their ships to counter the sea predators and more to that we are on diplomatic …”

“General Clarke, I am the commanding officer now. What I command take precedence over diplomatic issues. So fuck off and let me have my tea in peace.” General Gale showed her true colours to the stunned peer of her’. “I can assure you Gale is not only my family name but our freakish behaviour. Stand off my ground or be prepared to be swept away.”

With that General Gale reached for her cup of tea.

“Darned tea is cold.” Nevertheless she gulped it down.