The Space Noir Bar, Michael Marino [people reading books txt] 📗

Chapter Thirteen - The Disco Ball IUndegroiund

 

Flashback! The time is 2970. Those goddamned 70’s! The Age of Dystopian Disco! The event…the last days of the Antarian Wars were raging on the outer limits of the Magellan Galaxy. The Antarian planet was home to the closest life forms outside of our own Milky Way, but it also had the the most adamantly rebellious who would rather die off as a race then join the Dystopian Empire. The Dystopian die was now cast.

 

Antararian President Narco Marx, yep, the same escaped war criminal Narco Marx who wanted the Strip Tease Falcon to get even with Dystopia and would kill us to get it, launched the first offensive of it's universal wide conflagrations that engulfed our home galaxy in bloodshed and war. It would end in defeat for the Antarians even with their superior balance of determination and cosmic chutzpah.

 

Link Wray weapons of mass destruction filled the battle orbs... spies, such as Dystopian Com-Reds Asrini and Maddie were recruited and put to work to gain valuable intelligence on the "enemy" who is defined as anyone in the opposite camp.

 

Maddie Harry was the cream of the crop. An exotic dancer, planetary performer, temptress, seductress, courtesan and one of the most sexual spies of all time along with Asrini. Here I was now at a cafe cabaret with both of them at my table. A delightful piece of male meat between two pieces of sweet bread from the ovens of the Estros Asteriod...bakers to the stars!

 

She used her sexual skills, fetching good looks and ample body parts combined with not just a little bit of nudity to work to her magic on her target marks extracting information from them in greater quantities than a male ejaculation. In fact, in many cases, it was the male erection that enabled her to lead her prey around literally by the short hairs for the long run.

 

Soon she was making the rounds of the local cabaret stages as an exotic dancer. Sex appeal was dripping from every pore on her body on stage and few men, and some women, couldn't resist her gyrating gravitational pull. She was a whole package of promiscuity with a body that was built as shapely and as firm as a Spica Star shithouse. Her fame spread faster than the legs of a ten space dollar whore who was offered a one thousand Canadian space dollar Loonie.

 

She was A List. A hot property. Her most famous trademark was her stripping for the audience, slowly to let each layer of clothing shed and flesh revealed to claim victory over the male hardon and the protruding nipple factor of her female admirers in the audience. She soon was shed of clothing, and all she would end up wearing was a gaily colored jewelled bra with a dazzling display of arm bracelets and ornaments including a beautiful studded belt fashioned by a jeweller named Nudie who had a small orbiting design shop inside the Constellation Mall of Orion on Radiant Rodeo Drive.

 

As her fame spread, her clothing was shed. More nude photos, more nude dancing which all led to trysts with the enemy of both sexes and multiple partners at the same time. Of course the effete artsy Antarian crowd thought her act cheap and tawdry, and maybe it was, but 10,000 Antarian male erections Can't Be Wrong!

 

Along with fame she was a courtesan to numerous wealthy patrons due to her sensuality and eroticism. She primarily had affairs with military men from different Antarian armed force branches. These same military men would be her sworn enemies as war would break out soon.

 

Some high in the military hierarchy were aware of their officers loose lips sinking space ships with the flirtatious minx with small breasts and a hungry sexual appetite. She was a true Bohemian but the Antarian intelligence agencies of began to see her as a dangerous woman because of her promiscuity, and also as a valuable tool to garner intelligence information from the enemy for the same reason. While her vagina would do all the talking, she would listen carefully.

 

As the war intensified..Maddie Harry disappeared. Was she captured and killed by the Antarians or by the Com-Reds who may have suspected her of being a double agent. We thought we never know the truth for sure, but as they say, whoever “they” are...The Truth is out There!

 

She was an original. The first Femme Fatale that even James Bond would have fallen in love with given out secrets known only to Britain’s MI-5. It was a film noir scenario, before there was film noir. She managed to be a Bond Babe and when it came to sex and spying Maddie Harry was the space age Pussy Galore!

 

 

 

Chapter Fourteen - Captain Kirk & The Velvet Underground

 

While waiting for Maddie to arrive I kept ordering drinks and thinking about the room we had just checked into. It was one of those retro jobs, the kind of deco decadence you find in old Miami where retired earthlings used to flock to to retire and die in a tropical Jewish cemetery amid the palms and psalms.

I noticed the hallways, foyer and our rooms had a plethora of paintings of a velvet underground nature. If you end up buying a sleazy motel with hourly rates I have found the perfect decor art to go with the shag carpeting, mirrors on the ceiling, stained mattress and broken towel rack with hand towels made from Brillo Pads.

 

Velvet is Velveta! Elvis on velvet? Captain Kirk on Velvet? It's what garage sales are made of. Ok, so maybe it's not high-brow fare found in the Louvre, but, after all, art is in the eye of the beholder, and this particular genre is certainly part and parcel of the "velvet underground" that can trace it's roots of fiber artistry to the 14th Century in the Far East. Elvis may have left the auditorium five centuries ago, but, fiber arts is here to stay in Retropolis and now I find on Roboia as well. It is a weird discipline, but such an individualized one it's a more free form free spirited craft, similar more to improvisational jazz than to a structured symphonic piece.So, the next time you see an Elvis on Velvet at a local garage sale, look at it differently. Perhaps it’s a result of basic urban arts evolution in the field of arts, and not a mutant piece of pop space culture kitsch. Maybe, just maybe it will leave a lasting legacy for posterity as this form of art is passed down generation after generation. Kirk Out

 

As I amused myself musing, the door to the cabaret opened and in walked a vision that could have adorned a velvet holographic painting..it was Maddie herself in the flesh and not a series of holographic hallucinations on a cheap space motel wall.

 

Maddie was stunning! Asrini was stunning! As they kissed the greeting that long lost friends give each other, stunning was not the word. Super Nova is a word that comes to mind. I was watching two brilliantly beautiful breast adorned comets with blazing tails collide, leaving me in a debris field of degenerate high voltage vulva voyeurism. I could imagine making it with both at once...but bullshit...we’ve a job to do first...do or die..life or death in a race to outrun our own home team, the Com-Reds and outfox the Link Wray legions of Narco Marx not to mention getting a camel toe toe hold on Toho treachery that lie ahead of us..a hidden deadfall waiting to impale...and as the man once said…”I never impaled!”

 

Asrini was smiling as bright as the Northern Lights on a light show dark night. “Maddie, this is Doc Yucatan, the best detective space bucks can buy!” I let the sarcasm ride like a winning streak pile of casino chips on a roulette table. My smile was juvenile I’m sure, intimidation intimated by my lack of a cohesive sentence in response. “Yeah, nice to meet you Maddie. Heard a lot about you, and been a big fan,” I blurted out before it was too late to take it back. A Fan? what the hell was I thinking? That may have been the very problem...I wasn’t thinking!
As she sat down it was with such quiet sexuality all I could say to myself was “The Eagle has landed” and I wanted to plant my flag on her surface and collect her moon rocks.

She was all business however, and got to the point. “I’m glad you came Asrini, for a number of reasons. Mainly though to warn you that Narco Marx knows you’re here and his agents have been following you since you got clearance and docked.” This didn’t bode well, I thought. “I know where the Strip Tease Falcon is and your sister too. Narco has your sister, she’s here on Robotia and is planning to turn her over to the Tohos if you don’t cooperate with him to find the falcon and hand it over to him. Otherwise your sister is destined to be a cyborg hooker and you and Doc will be toasted by an army of Link Wray Evapo Ray guns...batteries not included.
The game was afoot! No one spoke like this anymore so I never spoke it aloud but enjoyed the words as they rattled around my head as if they were a load of ball bearings in a disco ball pinata. I wasn’t all that familiar with Narco Marx. Who was he? Where did he hail bop from? How did he get so powerful anyway? So many questions and Maddie had the key to unlock the mystery of Narco Marx and after a few Soma’s was ready to spill her guts.

 

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Her story began to unfold as mysteriously as a stripper shedding her feather boa and exposing her heaving upper heft to a delighted, yet drunken crowd of cosmic degenerates.

 

“Narco Marx, or Dr. Karma Ghia as he as known then was one of the best scientists on Retropolis. He and his associates assigned to the Atmo Agency were working on a way of