The second the Anything Goes came within communications range of KekTan, Customs alerted Jack, who then sent Kitty LeMieux this message:
“Madam LeMieux, residents, and crew of the Anything Goes, welcome to KekTan. Your friendship and services have been highly recommended by Klon, the crew, and the residents of the Trakennad Dor. We anticipate pleasant and mutually beneficial interactions. Please enjoy our hospitality planetside, and let me know personally when you are ready to meet with us. In the meantime, the Mek will take care of your every need; you have only to ask.
Sincerely,
Most High Ambassador Kek John Jack Knott.”
Attached to the missive was Jack’s contact information.
Customs officers took their usual excellent care with guiding Kitty LeMieux and her entourage through the orbital station and customs processes, and turned them over to a guide who escorted them to their chosen hotel. Kitty had left the sexers on the ship and allowed the overworked technicians first crack at shore leave planetside. The crew would be next, and then the sexers, along with the skeleton crew that had been left behind to handle basic ships systems while the majority recreated. Once Kitty hit dirtside, the environment so charmed her that she decided to spend as much of the three rotations she’d allocated for herself on world as business allowed.
Someone had arranged for them to have all four of the enormous, luxurious suites on the top floor of the luxury Nok Resort Hotel. They weren’t even charged for their stay. Being a ferocious businesswoman, Kitty appreciated this generosity, which she assumed was designed to soften her and weaken her negotiative stance.
Their attempt wouldn’t work. Iffy had already analyzed the planet’s potential in regards to her business; its wealth, wealth distribution, and class structure. The society was extremely rich, the residents as well. Even the lowliest, by most standards, was what was considered in most societies upper middle class. The “class structure” was primarily honorary, as the spread of wealth was generous. Everyone who could work had some kind of position, compensation was excellent, and public utilities free. Still, the madam businesswoman appreciated the gesture.
Kitty had met with Klon regarding his inclusion of Cherish and Ravish in the great extravaganza, and that giant hairy beast had been a tough negotiator. She only managed to negotiate two percent of the concession sales and cover charge for the fight night her sexers would perform in. Klon would not share the betting fees, and Kitty, seeing his immobility regarding this matter, acquiesced, but only after Klon showed her recent concession and cover charge earnings. He explained that these represented only average sales, and told her that seats for the fight of Ghee, Cherish, Ravish, and Buster would be much sought after. Also, Kitty wouldn’t be asked to pay for any advertisement, the corporation would handle those costs.
They decided Cherish and Ravish would each receive an additional one percent for their participation, which would make them quite wealthy, and any medical or funerary care which might be needed. After these settlements, Kitty felt quite satisfied. Of course, these had been closed-door negotiations.
Kitty quietly (she thought) researched the Mek’s sexual proclivities for a week, and contacted Jack to find a biological scientist to help design Mek-shaped ‘bots. Jack passed the request on to the University’s biological sciences annex; they found a candidate, a female Mek named Dan. She accompanied Kitty to the roof of Jack and Ghee’s building so Tem could chauffeur them all to the Anything Goes for a look-see. Kek and Nok were invited to come as well.