Back home, Dean took charge. He dressed me in an outfit he had picked out for the occasion. The shortest possible shorts, nice and tight. And a string... bikini top of very thin material. Black high heels completed my wardrobe.Dean likes the way I tend to thrust my pelvis out as I walk in them. He says I’m very sexy wearing heels. Of course there was no underwear. Dean believes that a slut shouldn’t wear underwear.Dean drove me to the club. I was feeling the convergence of the very. They would notified all races and if none contested it we could begin a colony. Our expansion slowed as we began to meet and live with more races. A new system was found with a stunningly beautiful world.The only problem was another race’s ships arrived at the same time as ours. We both left beacons and sent in the location as the scouts did surface scans. This time it came back with a claim from a race we had no contact with. The Kaire were humanoid but the vid images looked like they had. Hers was mostly office work, but she did have to make the tour of the warehouses each day and make sure all of the guards and checkers were on task and doing what they were supposed to be doing. “Hmm,” I said. “So no problems for you then?” “No, had to fire a couple of guys who were stealing merchandise. Not too bright the two of them. Their checkers’ sheets didn’t match up with inventories. Nailed ‘em before they even got out the door. Like I said, no sweat,” she said. We were happy the two. So I threw on some clothes and wandered over the road.I walked in and could pick Matt out straight away and he saw me. Hugs like old mates. I hadn't met his new wife, Lisa before, and again Matt chose a smoking hot wife (brunette this time instead of the Norwegian blonde). It was just like old times and Matt was telling embarrassing stories about me that I had honestly forgotten about. We were laughing so hard that people were looking at us like maybe we were the drunk people. We weren't....