Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  There was a computer tablet nearly as thin as paper, but it was locked by fingerprint or some other means. A heavy green ball with a smooth surface and an intricate series of lines sat on a pedestal. I wasn't sure if it were for playing a sport or if it was a souvenir. It was too small for bowling but heavy enough to knock down pins.

  There were a few other gadgets, but nothing particularly useful. Cinnamon probably focused on removing anything that could be manipulated as a weapon. That was fine with me. I wanted them to feel safe with me onboard.

  I lifted my pack to the bed and dumped its contents to see what was missing. My knife that had originally hung from my vest was gone. So was my walking stick. They probably thought that it was some kind of nun-chucks. Or, maybe they knew what it was and simply chose to deprive me of it, just in case.

  The bed looked like a solid board covered in cloth. It was only four inches thick. I was pleasantly surprised to find it quite comfortable when I lied down. The pillow was firm and thick enough to use while lying on my side. The thin blanket was like a see-through sheet, with a web of contents that I assumed regulated temperature. Could it cool me down? The temperature inside the ship was slightly lower than outside but still too warm for sleeping comfortably in my opinion.

  I figured at least twenty minutes passed as I waited for someone to come for me. Maybe as much as a half hour. I spent that time thinking about how best to endear myself to these women. Show respect to all of them, regardless of rank. Do my fair share of the work, when they let me. Resist the urge to search the ship once they let me roam. Things like that.

  I had never been on a spaceship, of course. It was normal to be curious. I imagined by the layout that I had already seen that the control room would be right beside my quarters. It made sense too. The previous occupant was the pilot.

  There were three knocks on the door to my new bedroom. It sounded like the noise was made with some dainty knuckles. I expected the door to open immediately after, but it didn't. Maybe they didn't want to take a chance on me being naked.

  "Yes?" I asked through the door. I wasn't sure if they could even hear me. I heard nothing from the rest of the ship while behind that door. After a few seconds I stood up and approached the door just as it whisked open. Standing beyond was the resplendent pale green form of Honeysuckle. Her aroma flooded me and made we feel comfortable once again. They say that memory is more closely tied to the sense of smell than any other of the senses. The petite girl in front of me proved that.

  "In the future," Honeysuckle said. "When someone knocks at the door it will mean that we unlocked it. Then you can press this button right here," she pointed at a piece of the framework that barely looked like a button at all. "It will open the door so you can come out."

  "Oh," I said, taking in her beautiful smile and incredibly stunning white eyes. She was getting more comfortable in my presence I could tell. "Thanks. Do you prefer to be called Honeysuckle, or should I use an abbreviation?"

  "Honeysuckle is good for now," she replied. "Only my closest friends call me Honey."

  "So, I should never call you Suckle?"

  "No," she feigned offense. "Why would you call me that?" I just smiled back at her. "Ah, I get it. You are joking with me. I like it. Okay, our chat is over. It is time to eat. And Vanilla has some questions for you after all."

  When she turned and walked back toward the galley, I couldn't help but study her body from the back, just like I had done with Cinnamon. Though slightly different in many ways, they were both real lookers. I would be lucky to get intimate with either of them.

  "What's for dinner?" I asked as I followed her.

  "A cube of meat, starch paste, and vegetable sticks," she replied as she turned the corner into the room where the aroma of cooked food was coming from. I eagerly followed her in to find Cinnamon and Vanilla already seated on the other side of the first table.

  "Stars, Honey," Cinnamon said. "You make it sound so good."

  Honeysuckle took her place across from Cinnamon and motioned for me to sit beside her. Both places already had a tray full of food. The other two girls appeared to have just started eating. The food looked exactly how the green girl described it. These were obviously meals from their food storage. Nothing had been taken from this world.

  I took my seat across from Vanilla and smiled at everyone before grabbing the stubby fork by my plate. The scents of the three women created a symphony of pleasantry. I had expected that having them within such close proximity would make it hard to breathe. Instead, it was like walking through a garden full of blooming flowers.

  I cut a piece of the meat cube first and tasted it. It was much more tender than I expected and tasted like a well-done beef steak, properly seasoned. "This is really good," I said while chewing. The two younger girls laughed but Vanilla gave me a stare that told me she was stricter on table manners.

  I made sure to completely chew and swallow my first bites of mashed potatoes and cut broccoli before announcing my satisfaction with them as well. That's what they tasted like, but I wasn't sure what they were actually made with. I got the impression that the woman seated with me were getting tired of eating these flavorful rations.

  Vanilla allowed me to nearly finish my meal before she started asking questions. Cinnamon pulled four cubes of fruit from a refrigerated cabinet as we talked. They were green like a lime with dozens of tiny red seeds in each. They bounced slightly when sat on the table like gelatin.

  "Kash," the temporary leader of the group addressed me. "We have some things that need doing. Chores, I believe that you called them. Were you being serious when you said that you would like to help?"

  "Sure, what can I do?"

  "We are running low on drinking water," Vanilla explained. "We have filters that can process any water from this planet sufficiently, but they won't last forever. That's why the other girls went looking for a fresh source. First order of business will be to bring back to the ship several large containers of the freshest liquid that you can find. Are you interested?"

  "Yes, absolutely," I replied. "Are you expecting to go by myself?"

  "No, of course, not. One of the girls will go with you. We haven't decided which one yet. Since they will have the weapon and you will not, they will need to spend more time on guard. That will likely have you doing sixty to sixty-five percent of the work. Are you fine with that?"

  "Yes, that sounds reasonable."

  "Excellent. I'm glad to hear it. After that is accomplished, and you have had some rest, I'd like to send you back out again looking for our lost girls. That mission will surely be more challenging."

  "I'm cool with that, too," I replied. "Sounds like maybe I can have my machete back for that one, though."

  "If you are referring to your oversized knife, yes. I believe that would be reasonable. But let's deal with those specifics when the time comes. There is a more pressing matter before either of those tasks can be undertaken."

  "Oh, yeah?" I asked. "What is that?"

  "I need to give you a physical examination."

  That got my attention. Did she want to play nurse with me? Was she asking for permission? Did she really have no idea how appealing the opportunity sounded to a guy like me? I glanced to her hands as I imagined them touching my body. The brown shimmer could be seen traveling across her white skin two or three times per minute. It had to be part of her modification. The brown color of her fingernails stayed constant, unlike Cinnamon's, but perfectly accented her appearance.

  "I understand why you might be hesitant," Vanilla said. "But there are some serious risks involved with the mingling of people from two different worlds. The fact is that you are probably much more vulnerable to a potential problem than we are."

  "I understand," I told her, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. "I'm okay with it."

  "I want to make sure that there is no confusion," Vanilla said as she leaned toward me. I could see the other two girls paying very close attention. I didn't look their way. I
t was all I could do to avoid glancing at the nurse's breasts pressed together by her gaping uniform top. "You will need to be completely naked for the examination."

  I then finally glanced between the three of them. There was a hint of a smile on the faces of the two younger women as they awaited my response. I got the impression that they were close friends and shared secrets readily. I would have to keep that in mind when dealing with either of them in the future.

  "I'm fine with that," I replied, trying not to need to clear my throat as I did. Restraining my nervous excitement was harder than I expected.

  "I told you," Cinnamon then said as she held her right hand into the air over the table. Her forefinger and middle finger were extended. Honeysuckle touched the tips of the same two fingers of her hand to Cinnamon's. It looked like a celebration. They were happy over the notion of me agreeing to get naked. I was certainly liking how things were progressing so far.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN:

  After dinner I was guided to the toilet and shower facility. Both cramped rooms were side-by-side along the other hallway, opposite the medical bay. Along the way I passed by the control room, which was completely dark. I expected flashing lights, illuminated screens, but there was nothing. Honeysuckle explained that there wasn't any reason to keep the room active until they were ready to take flight. Most of ship's ‘docked’ functions could be handled by remote units. Those that couldn't were accessible from the engine room on the lower level.

  My wispy green-skinned, white-haired friend informed me that she rarely spent any time there anyway. Her job was the ship's mechanic. I didn’t think that she was physically well-suited for it, but on a ship staffed full of eye candy, that was to be expected.

  Shower technology didn’t seem to advance much in the last century and a half. The water dispensed from the ceiling with adequate force to do the job. Two dispensers were embedded into the shower wall, one for soap the other for lotion. There was a blow dry function that required patience, but towels were also provided. I took the opportunity to remove my beacon bracelet and place it in a cargo pocket.

  Once thoroughly cleaned up, I was guided to the doctor's examination room that I had seen on the way in. I expected her to have a paper gown or the like for me to change into. Instead, she simply asked me to undress.

  "I'm sorry for the awkwardness of the situation," Vanilla confessed after closing the door. "Unfortunately, it is hard for us to trust outsiders. I cannot leave the room or turn my back while you disrobe for security reasons. We can't take the chance on you doing something that you shouldn’t. Our very lives may be dependent on how vigilant I stay during this process. It is nothing personal."

  "I certainly mean you no harm," I replied. "I know that is impossible for you to accept that at this point, so I will happily follow your instructions to make you feel more comfortable."

  "Thank you," Vanilla said, looking genuinely appreciative. "There are two options, Kash. I rejected the first for the sake of your privacy."

  "What was that?"

  "To have one of the girls guard you while I do the examination. That would be unfair to you, since you will be completely nude. So, we'll need to go with option two," she told me.

  I debated on how I would feel about either Cinnamon or Honeysuckle seeing me naked. In a sexual situation I would be all for it. Gawking at my assets in a medical scenario would be different, though. I felt it best to demonstrate some level of modesty for the doctor. It could go a long way in making her more comfortable with me as part of their team. Influencing her recommendation to Sage should be a huge focus for me.

  "Once you disrobe, I will need to place you in these arm restraints." She pulled two poles from out from the wall. Each had a padded metal cuff on the end. "Since I will need to view your entire body, I won't be able to have you sitting down while restrained. Again, I'm very sorry about this."

  "Oh, I see."

  It was clearly not an ideal situation, but as an inmate, I had certainly endured worse. I looked into Vanilla's gentle creamy eyes and saw genuine empathy. Despite her current position of authority, she was a soft-hearted person. That made a big difference for me.

  "No problem," I told her. "Let's go ahead and get this over with."

  I focused on what I was doing instead of the good doctor, but it was obvious that she was refraining from staring at my body as I pulled off my clothes. My shirt went first. Then my socks. I hadn't put my boots back on after the shower. Honeysuckle went barefoot through the hallways. I figured I could just wear my socks without causing any concern. My hikers were still fairly new. I hadn't totally broken them in yet. My feet could use a break from the constraint.

  When I dropped my shorts, I sent my underwear right down with them. I glanced back to Vanilla to see her looking at the top of my head, avoiding making me uncomfortable with her gaze. Once completely naked, I backed into the restraints and watched as she locked them around my arms. They adjusted for size but were just tight enough to prevent movement. It wasn't painful if I held still.

  The fair doctor then pulled out a couple instruments for the examination. Neither looked like anal probes, so I let out a slow breath. There were no sharp blades either. I had a brief moment of wondering if this was going to end up as a scene in some interstellar horror movie. Nothing but the arm locks suggested that possibility so far. As she was preparing her instruments I started thinking about her name and chosen scent. I was also curious about how old that she was but knew that was an inappropriate question to ask a classy lady. Instead, I blurted out something possibly worse in my nervousness. My comedic defense mechanism had kicked in.

  "So, how long have you been a spice girl?"

  "Excuse me?" She didn't get the joke. Why would she? The spice girls haven't been around for nearly two hundred years. But she had to know that Vanilla was classified as a spice. Unfortunately, I bombed on that one.

  "I'm sorry, Doc. I'm just a little nervous."

  "I understand, Kash, but there is nothing to be nervous about. In fact, I'll explain what I'm doing every step of the way. If at any point you are too uncomfortable to continue, please let me know. However, the risks will remain if I am unable to complete my examination."

  "I got it," I replied. She had not yet glanced at my lower body. Her professional demeanor had her looking into my eyes each time that she turned toward me.

  My brain was in a tug of war between several extreme thoughts. First of all was the possible danger. Vanilla seemed like a legitimate doctor and a nice lady, but I didn't know her well. Having my arms restrained was not a good feeling. But I could always kick her if she tried to do something drastic like chop off my penis.

  Speaking of my privates, they were the subject matter of the next three thoughts. With the angelic hottie eventually focusing on my body I knew that arousal would be uncontrollable to a large degree. Her body was not as slender as the other two girls, but she had a fabulous shape. Her breasts were not huge, but larger than both of her friends. They were perfect for her build and gave that hourglass figure that every man enjoyed. Before I had entered the room, she had already fastened her top to eliminate my view of her cleavage. However, her proximity was going to make it difficult for me to stay off a full-blown erection.

  Sexual arousal in the presence of a physician was embarrassing for most people. As a prisoner I had gotten over that somewhat. With my attraction to this woman came a desire to get to know her better. With most of the physical examinations that I have had in the past, that would not be a feasible option. For that reason, I'd prefer not to put my chubby monkey on display. The awkwardness could form a wedge between us that slowed the progress of our friendship. Her view of me as a gentleman was critical to my near future.

  But the flip side of that coin was just as important to me. If my willy were to stay limp and shriveled up during the exam, it would not make me appear to be a viable candidate for sexual relations with any of the girls. Honeysuckle had told me that the captain and the pilot both had
erectile dysfunction. I wouldn't want them to deduce the same about me.

  Vanilla was a professional physician. However, in my experience, women that were close friends liked to talk. About their sex lives and about their men's abilities. I was pretty sure that my doctor's impression of my manhood would become known to others one way or another.

  The final thought battling in my head was that the purpose of this examination may be, in part, to clear me for sexual contact with the girls. Certainly, the approval of my love piston would be vital if I were to have a chance of developing an intimate relationship with any of these lovely ladies. But all that could just be wishful thinking on my part.

  What should I do? Think about something undesirable, like being eaten by a dragon, to keep my cucumber cool? Or, do I visualize all the things I would like to do with this divine beauty right at this moment to produce an impressive bouncing boner?

  "The first thing that I'm going to do is take readings from a few parts of your body. Your mouth, nose, ears and eyes. After that I'll get bloodstream readings from your neck, wrists, chest and thigh. I'll warn you before each."