Holding my breath, I slowly wiped the smudge twice with my scrubber. On the second pass I let one of my knuckles brush up against the exposed flesh of her ass. I shouldn't have, but I believed that it would come across as innocent. The contact meant much more to me than it should have.
"Okay," she said as she tossed the scrubbers into a chute. "All done. Let's get something to eat."
I followed her once again as she led me to the galley. Walking behind Cinnamon had become one of my favorite things to do. I couldn't keep from being mesmerized by her gait. She gracefully placed one foot in front of another, like walking on a tightrope. The technique created more than the usual amount of motion for her hips and ass. I could stare at her backside for miles.
She stopped abruptly at the doorway as a soft chime sounded, repeating three times. Apparently, it wasn't the microwave. It was a sound that I had not yet heard. Honey eagerly popped out of her room the same time that Cinnamon turned to me with an anxious look on her face.
"Is that the doorbell?" I asked.
"Sort of," my sponge bath partner said quietly. "Someone has already opened the door to come in. Wait in the galley. If it is Sage, we'll need to explain things before she sees you."
I did as I was told but listened carefully to the conversations that occurred just inside the entrance to the vessel. The three women that I was already familiar with went running to meet the new arrivals. I heard names repeated and happy greetings, but it took a moment to figure out that only two of the missing women had returned. Sage and Coffee. Strawberry, the woman that I glimpsed a couple days ago with the red hair, was still missing.
Vanilla informed Sage that they had taken in a refugee. She explained the situation, and clarified that I was a male, in her professional manner. Before Sage could reply, both of the younger two women defended their doctor's decision to let me in. They added a few words to speak well of me before Sage interrupted, demanding to know where I was currently being held. She seemed alarmed to discover that I was unguarded in the galley.
Many footsteps raced up the stairs and down the hall toward my position. I had been standing by the galley entrance to give me the best chance of overhearing their discussion. Upon her approach, I speedily took a seat before the new leader arrived.
The feared woman stopped in the doorway, somehow shocked to find me seated in the closest chair to her. I sat sideways trying to look casual but still be able to witness her approach. As the only crew member that my two friends had not described physically, Sage's appearance caught me a bit by surprise.
Though average height for her crew, she was heavier than the ones I had already met. I guessed Sage to weigh at least one hundred and sixty pounds. Maybe one seventy. Her breasts and hips were large, making her narrow waist almost freakish in comparison. Thick, strong leg muscles caught my attention next. She had a rocking hot body by some standards, but in a completely different way than her teammates.
Sage's emerald green hair was cut short, barely reaching her powerful shoulders. Her skin was light cream, not quite white, but definitely not fleshy pink. Except her hands and wrists. Those were a sparkly green, gradually fading to her forearms. Clear fingernails were a nice contrast to the darker flesh.
She wore the same uniform as the others, only with a dark green stripe. Her identification symbol was a star. I had already learned that it meant she was a navigator.
Mere smudges of the camo paste remained on her flesh, not near as complete with its intent as Cinnamon’s had been. I wasn’t sure if that was because of a subdued scent or enduring a longer separation from the ship. If crucial to their survival, I’d expect them to supplement with whatever was available on the ground.
I was about to stand and introduce myself. I only hesitated to do so because of the object in her right hand. It was a pistol. A futuristic one, maybe a laser gun or something, but clearly a handgun. Though pointed in my direction, it wasn't raised fully as a threat.
"Hello," I said, too worried about being shot to move. "I'm Kash. You must be Sage."
"Yes," was her only reply. She stared at me like she still doubted my existence. I couldn't figure out why. I clearly heard the others tell her who I was and where I was located.
"May I stand to greet you?" I asked, doing my best to show respect for the returning leader of the crew.
"I'd rather you stay seated," she finally said as she moved into the room, dropping the gun to a downward position. Vanilla stood behind her motioning for the other girls to stay back. "Why are you here?" Sage asked.
We stayed in those positions for a few minutes as I answered all of her questions. She clearly doubted my story, despite Vanilla's support. Eventually, the doctor focused her comments on what was important. I was not a threat. I had already contributed to the group by helping retrieve water and showed no aggression since my arrival.
"I'm in charge here," Sage explained as she took a seat two chairs away, her pistol remaining in her hand. "You will follow my instructions if you want to remain in our shelter, eating our food."
"I’m good with that," I told her, nodding obediently. It was not the position that I was hoping for, but much better than being cast back out into this dangerous world. I had learned the hard way when it was best to be passive and when to seek an advantage. The returning authority figure needed to have her power confirmed before I could get anywhere.
"You are not free to move about the ship, do you understand?" she instructed me. "You go where I tell you and do what I tell you. Behave yourself and you can stay. But be aware, I have a short temper. Get on my bad side and I will feed you to the dragons."
"Sage," Vanilla interrupted. "Threats are not necessary. We have already explained your leadership to him before you returned. Kash will not pose a problem. Now, please tell me. Where is Strawberry?"
Sage removed her eyes from me for the first time since entering the galley. "She's still out there somewhere. We got separated. I searched for her for a full day before returning. She has the rifle, so she'll have a decent chance of surviving. I was hoping that she had returned here before us. It is unsettling to find a strange man instead."
"He doesn't need to be held at gun point, Sage," Vanilla told her. "Go ahead and get cleaned up. I'll take responsibility for Kash. Then we can discuss what to do next."
Sage's shoulders slumped as a wary expression took over. She was very tired. Going on alert due to an unapproved visitor being among them kept her from relaxing the way that she should have been able to when arriving home. I totally understood.
Despite having a different viewpoint on whether I should have been allowed to enter the ship, Sage still trusted her second in command. After handing over the pistol, she walked exhaustedly toward the shower room. Vanilla then instructed Honeysuckle to get their commander a fresh set of clothes from the woman's quarters.
My barefoot friend passed by the doorway toward the front of the ship. Sage's quarters were there beside the old captain's room. Neither Cinnamon nor Coffee came into to view. Perhaps they were handling other matters during my interrogation. I looked forward to meeting the darker skinned girl since my two new friends had spoken so well of her.
Sage and Coffee managed to return to the ship with plant, soil and water samples collected during their journey. They had run out of food a day ago, so Vanilla worked to get them a full meal ready for once they were done in the showers. I was asked to retreat to my room until called for, told that it was best to let the two new arrivals get fed and comfortable before they had to deal with my situation.
"I believe that you will be a welcome addition to the team," Vanilla insisted. "Sage was just shocked to find you here. Let her get some nutrients in her, and some rest. If it takes longer than I expect, I'll have the girls bring food to your room."
Being confined again seemed like a step backwards, but it was understandable given the circumstances. The possibility of attractive women in my room was intriguing. Cinnamon was not comfortable sitting with me in my qu
arters before though. Such a visit could end up being brief and unfulfilling.
I settled onto my bed ready to kill some time. There wasn't much to do alone in my room, though. I tried for a few minutes to unlock the tablet in hopes of there being something on it to occupy my time. But I gave up quickly. Not only was the likelihood of me breaking through the security protocols slim to none, gaining access to the ship's systems could set me back in the trust department. I'd have to deal with the boredom.
That was one thing that prison taught me. I ended up a much more patient man than I ever thought possible. When there was no choice, doing nothing for hours was not as bad as it seemed. The mind was a powerful machine. I could imagine or fantasize about my future. Remembering details from my recent past was a good exercise as well. Or, I could play a simple memory test game. Open the lockers in my room, try to memorize the contents in five seconds, then sit back and make a list from memory. Unfortunately, there was no paper and pen. Those formally essential items appeared to be extinct.
Just as I was preparing to develop an alternative to the memory test, I heard a soft knock at the door. I knew that they would not hear my response, so I went to the door to knock back. I was locked in, I thought. However, my approach to the door triggered the green light. I tentatively pressed the button hidden in the frame.
Delightfully, the door opened to reveal two good looking babes seeking my attention. Honeysuckle was the first, standing closest to the door. Her presence was a welcome sight. I had no lack of appreciation for the flirty young lady. I had quickly grown accustomed to her unique appearance and friendly personality.
Behind my friend stood someone new. Coffee. I recognized her from her friends’ description. Medium chocolate skin, a few shades darker than Cinnamon. Blonde hair curled tightly to her scalp. She was the smallest breasted of all the girls, and ultra-lean to match. Only her hips and ass were a bit oversized. What I was not prepared for was the intricate tattoo-like lines all over her body, except her beautifully smooth face. The pattern moved methodically along her skin, like pulsing circuitry. It would be a subtle modification if it weren't for everyone standing still.
"Hi Kash," Honey said. "Coffee wanted to meet you."
Coffee waved her hand and batted her extra-long eye lashes. Another mod, I assumed. Her eyes were very dark brown, almost as black as her pupils, forming deep mesmerizing pools. A bright smile kept me from falling under their spell. One additional thing that I liked about Coffee. She had her top unfastened all the way down to the top of her belly. A couple inches of each petite brown titty was exposed.
Before I could invite them in, Honeysuckle stepped right on past me. I then motioned for Coffee to enter as well. I refrained from closing the door and returned to sitting on the edge of the bed as the two girls looked around the small unadorned space.
"I haven't been in this room for weeks," Coffee said.
"Ah, that's right," Honeysuckle responded. "Koradd tried to get you into his bed, didn't he?"
Coffee didn't answer. I took that as an affirmative. When they were done perusing the very limited contents of my quarters, they crawled onto the foot of the bed and got situated.
I told Coffee my rehearsed story with Honey's guidance through the points that fascinated her. After answering a bunch of questions to the best of my ability I sought to learn more about the new girl. She was also recruited from Infinity Station Vega at the same time as her companions.
At age twenty-one she was actually three years younger than Honeysuckle. They both looked eighteen to me. Coffee was the ship's communication expert. Her duties included talking to ports, other ships, and planetary control stations. She was also trained to read the vast amount of data from the sensors that scanned the planet as they flew over. I got the impression that her skill set was considered more prestigious than cargo management or ship maintenance.
During the course of an hour the three of us inched closer together until we were nearly touching. At one point, Vanilla walked by my open doorway smiling subtly before she disappeared down the hall.
I was getting fond of the new girl quickly. She was even more skilled at teasing men than Honey. The combination of the two of them in my room was getting me very excited. When that happened, I tended to say things that I shouldn't.
"I like how you wear your uniform," I told Coffee. Both girls laughed but said nothing. Then the brown skinned female smiled at me, more with her eyes than her mouth. She then bit her lip as she placed both hands on the unique material that fastened together the two sides of her shirt. I stared intently as she slid her fingers down to release the connection between the two sides.
The fabric continued to hang straight down leaving a six-inch gap between the two sections. The adjustment only exposed a tiny bit more of her modest breasts. But I was able to see the intricate system of designs that moved across the skin of her flat belly.
"Do you have those fascinating lines all over your body?" I asked.
"No," she replied seductively. "They are not on my face." I had already noticed that. "I also don't have them around my vagina," she told me. Honey and I both gasped at the reference to her pussy. "Or, my breasts," she said as she pulled the shirt back to expose both small but pointed nipples. She held the view for several seconds before releasing the material.
"Ah," I said, scrambling to control my mind, and my tongue. "I like it."
Coffee's scent seemed to increase the longer that she was in my quarters. I barely recognized her aroma when she first entered. I noticed that she caught me sniffing the air.
"My scent gets stronger when I get horny," she told me with a soft teasing voice.
"Oh, my stars," Honeysuckle said, pushing Coffee's arm to get her off the bed. "I think it might be time for us to leave Kash alone."
"No!" I blurted out, hoping that it didn't come across too forceful. "That's a shame."
They both stood up and approached the doorway but did not seem to be in an incredible hurry to exit. Was I supposed to beg them to stay? Would that be a good move on my part?
"It was real nice meeting you, Coffee," I said. "I hope to spend more time with both of you again soon."
"Me, too," Coffee replied. Her shirt was still unfastened. When she leaned in for a hug, I felt her lift my right hand and place it on her left tit. I used my other hand to hold her to me tightly for a few seconds until she pulled away. During that time, she slid her right knee up between my legs to rub against my growing erection. I made sure to remove my hand from under shirt before Honey could see. Though only protruding a couple inches from her rib cage, the touch of the soft brown bosom was absolutely sublime.
After Coffee stepped through the door my eyes dropped to check out her ample buttocks and wide hips. She swayed them with exaggeration as she sauntered away. My view was then quickly cut off by the forehead my sweet-scented elfish friend. To my delight, Honeysuckle also stepped into an embrace. Instead of her knee, she used her hand to briefly fondle my goods through my shorts. I reciprocated by sliding my hand down to her firm ass. I had been wanting to do that ever since I met her.
Possibly to not be outdone by her friend, Honey then added a soft kiss to my cheek before her not-so-hasty exit. I stood there slack jawed until they disappeared into the galley. It wasn't until I heard Sage's booming voice in the distance that I came back to me senses. I shut the door quickly to avoid any confusion should she come into view of my quarters.
I laid down on my bed and replayed the whole experience through my head over and over again. I fell asleep dreaming about the two super seductive babes from the future. Their body modifications complemented their assets so well that they were walking works of art. I had somehow stumbled across the best predicament that any man could find himself in. This ship was staffed with the most desirable women by a wealthy man for his own enjoyment. In his absence, I was reaping the rewards of his impressive recruitment skills.
Before drifting off, I started singing another one of my fucked-up versi
ons of a favorite song:
Turn out the light, deadlock the door,
We can make a little love, on the bed and on the floor,
And tonight, your ass is sore,
As I spank your little butt, and make a little whore.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
I awoke to a loud thumping on the roof of the ship. The force of the thunderous impacts with the metal surface were erratic. I couldn't tell if it was a shitload of dragons dancing around up there, or some local atmospheric phenomenon. Fully dressed still, I scrambled to the door of my assigned quarters to see the familiar green lights by the switch. I had not been locked in.
The only person seated in the galley upon my arrival to the centrally located room was Sage. She overcame her shock of seeing me rush in after a couple seconds. I stood there waiting, taking in the scene. She had a small plate of green speckled food squares in front of her, and a short glass of brown liquid.
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