Coquetry Will Cost You
“So,” the man said, flashing Calliope a charming smile, “what’s a nice girl like you…” He trailed off as he noticed her belt with its dangerous-looking attachments and her large hover boots.
“Oh, you know,” she replied to his unfinished question. “Sometimes a girl needs to unwind.” She leaned forward, giving him an eyeful of cleavage above the half-open zipper of her flight suit. “Care to buy me a drink?”
Back on familiar ground, his smile broadened. “What’ll you have?”
“Something girly,” she said with a giggle. “Synthfruit, little umbrella…”
He motioned for the bartender. “Tequila sunrise for the lady, please.”
“That sounds absolutely decadent,” Calliope murmured. “Can I ask what you do for a living?”
He coughed. “Commodities broker, nothing exciting.”
“Really?” she said. “I thought you were indentured.”
“Why would you think—”
Before he could blink, he found himself fitted with a pair of restraining cuffs.
“Because I’m with the IRS,” she said, grinning. “Bartender, can I get that drink to go?”
Tags: Calliope Cervantes, Micro fiction, Microfic
