The two companions : Part V

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.

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.