Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  Vanilla then took something that closely resembled a cell phone into her hand. A red light emitted from the end when she pressed the screen. I had seen delivery people in my time using similar items to scan packages before releasing them. She pointed the beam at the areas of my face that she had previously mentioned, pausing to read the display after each.

  After announcing that she was moving on to the bloodstream portion, I began to get nervous. The last reading would be taken from my thigh. Whatever I had going on down there would be quite visible. She would not be able to ignore it. I was still undecided on how I wanted to present myself.

  She placed the back of the device against my neck for roughly five seconds before pulling it away and reading the results on the screen. Then the same with my chest. She was forced to look down when it was time for my wrists but appeared to be focusing on the task at hand. I used that opportunity to visually check my goods.

  My third leg was growing, but not near full length or girth yet. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to slow it down. The more I looked at it the faster it grew. I could feel the blood pulsing through it. I quickly turned away and tried to think about something else. Thoughts of surviving on this planet just made me think of coming across the beautiful Cinnamon, covered in dirt. Thinking about eating food brought to mind how close Honeysuckle was sitting beside me in the galley. Finally, I tried to think about the pain and suffering that could be inflicted on me if I screwed this thing up.

  "I'm going to get readings from the inside of your right thigh, now," Vanilla announced, looking me in the eye once again. She was maintaining a very professional demeanor. When I nodded, she dropped down to a squat and placed the device between my thighs, just inches from my junk. I risked another glance at what kind of show I was putting on down there.

  Vanilla's beautiful narrow, white skinned face was dangerously close to my flagpole raising ceremony. The woman was so lovely, her long hair gently falling forward over her shoulders as she focused on her readings.

  I watched, almost in horror, as the foreskin rolled back off the head of my penis. Each surge of blood thickened the shaft and raised the barrel toward her gorgeous creamy eyes. By the time she pulled the device away, my pole was already horizontal, bobbing up and down for attention. I simply couldn't control it. The natural chemicals pumping through my flesh made me not even want to. My body was screaming for her to look at it. Touch it, even. My brain was no longer sending out convincing arguments.

  When Vanilla went to stand up, she accidentally knocked into the head with her wrist. I felt another, stronger surge through the barrel. I thought, oh no! Please don't ejaculate all over her legs! Being deprived of sex for so long, then being in the presence of this ivory goddess, made the possibility quite real. I gritted my teeth hoping that would help.

  "Okayyyy," Vanilla said as she returned to standing before me, making a concerted effort to keep things business like. Even with the three-inch heels she was a couple inches shorter than me. I recognized discomfort in her expression for the first time. My erection had made her uncomfortable. I fucked up.

  "I have all the readings required, but I will still need to examine your flesh for any signs of problems. Are you okay with that?"

  I nodded, not wanting to open my mouth. I was trying my best to prevent my balls from releasing a load of embarrassment.

  "Before I start," Vanilla said, glancing to my crotch. "I think that it is best that we address an issue. I noticed that you have a firm erection."

  Oh shit! I fucked up! Damn it! Why was it so difficult to keep my hormones under control? My imprisonment was a major contributing factor, but I couldn't let her know about that. Do I repeat the lie from earlier, claim that isolation was required during my mission training?

  "Is this something that happens often?" she asked, wincing slightly with the awkwardness of the conversation.

  "Excuse me?" I gritted out between my clenched teeth.

  "What I'm asking is, do you ever have difficulty getting an erection when you want it?"

  I shook my head.

  "Well," Vanilla took on the expression like she was going to comfort me. "That is a good thing, Kash. It is nothing to be embarrassed about. Now, I have another very personal question for you, and I believe that it is important that you answer me honestly."

  I looked her in those creamy eyes, glimpsing the same tawny shimmer that I had earlier seen on her skin, and nodded slightly.

  "Do you feel like you might ejaculate soon?"

  I nodded vigorously then, knowing that I was not expressing myself as the cool dude as I had hoped. Her speaking about my balls emptying was making things even harder.

  "Well, let's take care of that before we continue, shall we?" She then retrieved a basin from the cabinet. It was similar to the stainless-steel bed pans from an infirmary. "I'm going to release one of your arms. Which one do you prefer?"

  When she saw my right arm flex, she unfastened that restraint without me needing to answer. Once my arm was free, she held the pan in front of my surging boner prepared to catch my release. I can't say that I've never stroked myself off in front of someone before, but it certainly wasn't in view of a beautiful doctor that I barely knew. I was surprisingly hesitant considering my condition.

  "Go ahead," Vanilla encouraged me. "Stroke it. Don't be shy. I wasn't planning on getting a semen sample today, but it could prove helpful in the future."

  A very unexpected thing then happened. Even though I placed my hand around my bulging shaft, my testicles clamped up in protest. My body reacted to prevent this lovely woman from seeing my orgasm. I glanced over her sexy body, then her beautiful face, fantasizing about things that we could do to complete this task. I was even considering requesting her help.

  Vanilla was staring at my cock intently, no longer looking as professional as she had up to this point. When I saw her casually lick her lips that was enough to do it. I grunted fiercely as I increased my speed, pumping my jizz into the pan. I could hear it hit the metal like tobacco into a spittoon while my eyes were closed from the intense orgasm.

  "Wow," the doctor said once I was done as she set the pan on the counter.

  "What?" I asked as I was catching my breath.

  "I'm sorry, Kash. That was a scene that I have not witnessed in quite some time. Additionally, you have provided us with a rather large sample of your semen. I imagine that you must feel a lot better now that we got that out of the way."

  "Yes, actually. I do."

  Vanilla then allowed me a moment to wipe my hand before she reattached the restraint to my right arm. Once locked up again she continued with the physical exam, checking all of my flesh for any problems. She started at my head, pushing my hair this way and that as she examined my scalp. I allowed my arm and the back of my hand to make contact with her uniform shirt as she did so. It was childish, but I was feeling more relaxed.

  After my chest and arms, she went around to my back. When she pulled apart my butt cheeks, I felt another twinge in my penis. My pink anaconda was still large but no longer firm. The poor thing looked tired, head drooping toward the floor.

  "Oh dear," Vanilla said when she came back around to the front. "I guess we should have wiped you off a little better. You are dripping."

  "I'm sorry," I replied, not nearly as embarrassed as I was before.

  "No problem," she said as she grabbed my limp dick with one hand and used a soft thin towel to wipe the tip. "It's my fault. I apparently didn't get it all."

  I watched as she pinched my soft head to get the rest of it out of the hole. With no free hand to catch my face slobber, I sucked inward and closed my mouth before my saliva could land in her flowing hair.

  As she continued down my legs checking over my skin diligently, her face often came within inches of my manhood. I could feel my attraction to her building again. My willy was even beefing up slightly. By the time that she was done with my feet, more of my semen dripped to the floor, barely missing stray strands of her hair.


  "Oh," Vanilla jerked back quickly. Wiping my juicy head once again before addressing the spill on the floor, she said. "This looks like it might be a new batch, Kash. Are you getting aroused again?"

  "I can't help it," I said. I felt so vulnerable, but somehow at peace with it. I could say almost anything to her at that moment. "You are so beautiful."

  The doctor blushed noticeably. I saw a flash of redness across her white cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered. "Perhaps you would like to handle this next one in private."

  "I'd rather not," I replied, surprising myself. I had already ejaculated in her presence as she watched. What was there to be embarrassed about now? She was obviously impressed with the display. Maybe I could recruit her help with the next orgasm. If she'd let me, I'd give her one of her own first. Of course, the restraints would have to go. Again, I was allowing wishful thinking to overrule logic.

  "Uuuhhh," Vanilla said, gazing into my eyes. I did not see the lust that I was hoping for. "I think that this examination is over. I appreciate your cooperation. I'll release your restraints. Afterward, please allow me a moment to step back before you begin putting on your clothes."

  I nodded, disappointment showing despite my efforts. Not only was I not getting more sexual attention, I embarrassed myself with my forwardness. As I was getting dressed, I asked, "How many people will know about this examination?"

  "Basic results will be shared with everyone, Kash," Vanilla replied. Despite the recent awkwardness, she looked friendlier than ever. "They'll want to feel safe from contagions in your presence. However, if you are referring to the semen sample, and the means of its extraction, I will keep that information to myself. No one else need to know what happened here that was of a sexual nature."

  "Thank you, Doctor."

  "You can call me Vanilla," she replied with a smile. "I do hope that you are permitted to stay with us. You would be a welcome addition to our crew. With your permission, though, I would like the girls to know that you are a healthy, fully functioning male. Preliminary tests look good. Once the results are final, do you mind that others know that you are capable of sexual intercourse?"

  "No," I replied eagerly. "Not at all. Please do."

  CHAPTER TWELVE:

  On the way back to my room unescorted, I noticed both Cinnamon and Honeysuckle sitting in the galley. The table was clear, so it wasn't for work or a meal. They were just talking. That room was likely the primary space for social interaction.

  I was still feeling a little off after my physical examination, so I went straight to the quarters that had been assigned to me. I had no intention of touching myself again so soon, as Vanilla suggested, so I didn't bother shutting the door. If they felt the need to keep me contained, let them come lock me in. I didn't believe that the lock worked from my side anyway.

  With the door remaining open I could hear the two girls talking in soft voices, casually for their proximity. It wasn't like they were sharing secrets. Then I heard a pair of hard shoes walk down the hallway toward me. The frame of the bedroom door was blocking my view, but I knew that it had to be Vanilla. Instead of continuing to my door, she stopped at the entrance to the galley.

  "Where's Kash?" Vanilla asked the girls. My room was dark, so she didn't notice me.

  "His room, I think," Cinnamon replied.

  "You didn't keep track of him?" Vanilla asked, not sounding all that shocked.

  "I can check on him now," Cinnamon suggested.

  "That's okay," the doctor replied. "I need to talk to him anyway."

  "How did he do with the exam?" Honeysuckle's soft voice asked. Her tone was a little lower than her friend's but still very youthful. "Did he mind getting naked for you?"

  "He did fine," Vanilla answered simply. Then came the sound of her shoes continuing down the hall to my door. I sat up on the edge of the bed as she stepped inside.

  "Kash, can I speak with you for a moment?" When I nodded, she glanced back toward the galley. "Do you mind if I close the door?"

  "That's fine," I replied, noting that she was weaponless. Her concern over my presenting a danger must have diminished significantly. "Is something wrong?"

  "No, not really," she said. When she looked at the edge of the bed beside me, I patted it to invite her to sit. I was glad to see her do so. Though she was getting more comfortable in my presence she seemed a little concerned. "Did you drink any of the green water from the streams?"

  "No. Why do you ask?"

  "I noticed some properties in your blood that are unique to that liquid. Are you sure?"

  "I waded through the stream ankle deep," I told her. "Could something get into my blood that way?"

  "Maybe." Her thoughtful expression concerned me.

  "My feet and toes tingled after that. I got sleepy afterwards, too. Cinnamon said that it was from the river. But the effect is long gone now."

  "I see," Vanilla replied, deeper in thought.

  I risked contact by placing my hand on the back of hers. It was resting on her lap, just below her skirt. The gesture surprised her, but she did not complain or pull her hand away.

  "Is something wrong?" I asked.

  "The stream water has some side effects," she explained as she turned sideways on the bed, pulling her knee toward me. My hand continued to rest on her leg when she raised her hand. Again, no complaint over the body contact, so I left it there. "We first noticed it when Captain King and Pilot Koradd drank the water. I'm trying to figure out if it affected you the same way."

  Captain King? His name was King? Or did he just make everyone call him that for his ego? That wasn't important, though. These side effects may be. I remembered Cinnamon mentioning them and then glancing at my crotch. Was there something wrong was my penis? Oh no!

  "What side effects?" I asked in fear.

  "Those two individuals had a condition that plagues many men in our galaxy. I don't typically reveal personal data regarding other patients, but they are both dead now. And I need to use that information to clarify something. You see, they could not get an erection on their own. That was until they drank the murky green water. Then they were as physically aroused as could be. Much like you just were in my lab. I'm just curious if you were being truthful with me. It wouldn't be a big deal if you weren't. It is a very personal matter, so it is totally understandable if you lied. But it is best to know the truth now."

  "You want to know if my erection was from my contact with the green water?"

  "Yes." The topic was professional, so she had no difficulty maintaining eye contact.

  "No, it was not. I never have a problem getting hard on my own. In fact, it happens more than it should."

  "I see," she replied. Either she wasn't convinced, or she had another question. I waited. "So, you don't believe that your attraction to me came from an outside influence?"

  I laughed. She must have been flattered when I couldn't control myself in front of her. Finding evidence of the mysterious liquid crashed that self-confidence. "Are you serious? You are smoking hot! Surely you know that."

  She blushed once again, looking down timidly. Her modest smile was crazy sexy. "Thank you, Kash."

  After a pause I couldn't prevent my stupidity from leaking out of my mouth, "Would you like to examine my penis again? Just to make sure?"

  Vanilla stood up abruptly. My joke, which was sort of a sexual invitation as well, did not go over as I had expected. Touching me in my room meant something completely different to her than doing so in her medical bay as part of an examination.

  "No, thank you," she said as she returned to a more business minded manner. "That won't be necessary. I appreciate your honesty in this matter."

  She left the room more hastily than she had entered, stopping again at the entrance to the galley. The girls ceased their conversation, anticipating some news from the doctor. She had not bothered to close my door again, so I was able to overhear.

  "You'll be happy to know," Vanilla told them with an indifferent tone. "Kash is
clean of any issues regarding contagious health concerns. He is also a healthy and very capable male."

  "He's a what?" I heard Honeysuckle ask. Vanilla did not respond. Instead, she continued down the hall to return to her workspace. Tilting toward the doorway from my seat I watched her hoping that she would give me another glance. She did not.

  Still, no one had come to lock my door. I was completely free to roam the ship, unless there were security measures in place that I didn't see. I decided that it was in my best interest to stay put and wait for what might happen next. Though it was hard to tell from inside the ship, I knew that it would be getting dark outside soon. Maybe it already was. Our mission to retrieve water for the filtering system would have to wait until tomorrow.