The dark confines of the space port were ideal for aliens, humanoids and humans to mingle together freely. Although it was always driven home humans were regards as fourth class citizens, only good for their labor if male, and for other 'services' if female.
The ADD agent Maeko Kikuchi slipped from shadow to shadow, avoiding groups of boisterous alien ship members. She knew what might happen if discovered without an 'escort'.
Finally reaching the dark alleyway to meet her contact, she slunk against a wall, trying to melt into the surroundings of this decrepit district on the alien world. Even aliens had their own scummy backwaters.
The young Nipponese agent still had the seasonings of many missions. Though the last almost proved her undoing. Repeated sexual encounters and conditioning had actually transferred some alien DNA to her, enhancing her sex drive, greatly enhancing her breast size to the point of hindrance and widened her hips giving her an air of profound femininity. Her Asiatic features sharpened by the strange dna made her profoundly beautiful..
If caught she was a much sought after prize.....
And only the ADD council knew for sure why she ws still being sent out into the field.

(Would you mind if I joined?)

Sure, if you still would like to after my prolonged absence!

(Why, certainly!)

Little did she know about her grey-clad stalker, a five-foot high figure, lurking in the shadows, as silent as night. He carried a worn, rusted blade in his right hand as if his grip on it was the only thing keeping him alive.

The young woman stopped, her heightened sense tingling. surely she hadn't been spotted by anyone? Looking around furtively, she stopped, trying to still er breath to listen to the night sounds.
Strange smells came to her in this alien environment. Exotic spices, strange food smells spilled into the night from open windows.
Savagely she thrust down the yearnings inside her as she also scented the pheromones given off by some passing alien males. After her previous encounter that 'enhanced' certain of her physical and psychological attributes, she was keenly aware of how vulnerable she was to alien males sexually.
Gathering herself, she got ready to start forward again....

He continued to walk after the agent, blending with the shadows, moving so fluidly that he put water to shame. His body was colored black and dark purple beneath the cloak, with a similar-colored armor over his torso, forearms, and forelegs. The armor was no thicker than cloth and made no sound as he stalked the agent.

Finally, when he was near enough to touch her shadow, he did so, landing inches behind her. He placed his arm across her chest, pinning her arms down, and placed his blade lightly against her throat.

"Don't make a sound," he whispered. His breath was hot against the back of her neck, his armored forearm cool on her chest.

Maeko gasped at the touch of the blade to her throat. Still, she maintained her calm remaining motionless in the intruders iron grip. Her survival might depend on her remaining calm.
The Agent was surprised she hadn't been more forewarned of his approach, only the slightest hint had been brought to her of being watched.
She knew she wouldn't be able to overpower the creature/humanoid? She would have to outwit him enough to break free from physical contact , till she would be able to kill him.
It would have to be silent.... or her presence on this filthy planet would be announced to everyone and everything. Something she definitely wanted to avoid!
"What is it you want?" Maeko asked.

"You A.D.D. agents are pitiful," he spat, pressing the blade a little more firmly against her neck. His long tongue oozed up the side of her neck until it reached her ear.

"What do I want?" he asked. "For starters, you can come with me."

"All you had to do was ask!" Maeko said, grittin her teeth. Even with being in this tight situation, her body responded slightly at the wet, slithering touch of the alien's tongue along the side of her neck.
"I'm just here to take care of some business then I'm leaving........ is there something you wish to discuss?"

"Very well," he said, withdrawing the blade. "Dangerous times we live in made for different tactics than in the past." He stepped back from her.

"The name's Forte."

Maeko kept her own grin to herself. Now the alien himself was within her own knife point. But..... killing aliens was for sport, not for business.
"You wanted me to come with you, may I ask upon what business? If you are the one I'm to meet, please give me the identity authentication chip I was told you'd have.. And if not..." the young Agent let her voice trail off.

He looked at her seriously. "Of course," he said, handing her the chip. He had distracted the agent's genuine contact some time ago, long enough to steal the chip and reprogram it. It now verified that he was Maeko's contact.

He continued to hold his weapon in his hand, as if afraid to let it go.

Please..... we both have the same interests don't we?" I asked as I moved closer. "There's no need for your weapon any longer," I said, moving slowly, touching his hand as I gently urged him to lower his weapon.
"Please, my orders to were to follow you to a rendezvous point to meet with our source within the space pirates guild. It'll be quite interesting to find out their forces disposition and their future plans won't it?"

"I can't remove the weapon," he said, waving his hand idly. "My hand is just as attached to the handle as your arm is attached to your shoulder."

He looked down at the ground guiltily before returning his gaze to her. "Shall we go?"

Apparently human females were thought to be quite stupid by most aliens. But, if that's the way he wanted to play it, oh well.
Pulling the hood of my cloak back over my had to mask my features, I gestured to him. "Lead the way then, it's best if we didn't attract any attention to myself. If we're found out, we know what would happen to me..... and what would happen to you for consorting with a free human female, let alone an ADD agent who's here to buy information from your group!"
I let a hand slip into a pocket where I kept a throwing knife. I fingered my old friend lovingly, remembering the many less dominant aliens I had sent to Hades with it.