Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  "When you informed us that Kash is a healthy, capable male," Coffee pleaded as she began to stand while closing her top. "I thought that was permission to proceed. Did I miss something?"

  "No," Vanilla replied, glancing at my tented shorts. She was no longer the only one to have touched me down there. "I'm just saying, let's be discreet."

  "Wait a minute, doc," Coffee said with a laugh. "Are you getting jealous?"

  CHAPTER NINETEEN:

  My assigned quarters, those previously occupied by the pilot, were the foremost on the right side of the ship. The captain’s quarters were on the front left. Only the control room was between the two. A circular hallway looped around the galley, washrooms, and medical bay. The rest of the crew's cabins lined down the outside walls of each hall. It was a very logical and efficient set up.

  Passing by the captain’s quarters I found the door closed as I expected. I wasn't sure if the highest-ranking officer on the ship had taken the room over or not. I had no idea if the cabin designated for the ship's leader had any advantages worth coveting. I didn't believe that mine had any, but I was not able to compare with any other quarters from the inside yet.

  The door was open at the next room down the hall, and the light was on. Sage's name plate was still there, so I wasn't surprised to find the green haired woman inside working on her tablet. She had chosen to remain in her assigned quarters after becoming the new captain.

  "What's up, Kash?" she asked when she noticed my presence.

  "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute," I replied as I lingered outside the doorway.

  Sage was not tall, I estimated about five and a half feet. But she was thicker than the other girls. Not obese by any means. In fact, her waist was shockingly thin compared to the rest of her body. I had to guess that both her ass and breasts were part of her body modifications, since they were huge in comparison to her frame.

  Thick but curvaceous legs extended out of her black uniform shorts, knees up, green feet flat on the surface of the bed. Her unpainted toenails sparkled from an unknown source. From her ankle to her toes she was skinnier than expected. Her wrists and hands were the same way.

  Sage's black top was wide open. I expected to see her huge bazongas bouncing around uncontrollably. In fact, it was the first thing I checked for when I noticed her sitting on her bed. Unfortunately, she had a thin light green t-shirt restraining those impressive melons. Her midriff was completely bare, though, exposing another green section of skin around her belly button. It was so inviting that I had to control the urge to reach for it.

  "Sure," Sage replied to my request while still focusing on the thin computer screen in her grip. "Come on in."

  I stepped inside the room but stopped short of the bed. These rooms were cramped by average house standards on Earth, barely enough space to walk between the bed and the lockers.

  "I like your modifications," I told her. I had learned already that was a great opening line when approaching a woman.

  "Thanks," she replied, looking up from her tablet. "They have served me well."

  "I bet they have," I said, almost under my breath, unsure of whether that would be taken as a compliment. It was intended as one.

  "Is that what you are here to talk about?" she asked plainly. "My body?"

  "Um, no. I had a couple questions, if you don't mind."

  Sage placed her tablet face down on the bed on the far side as she pulled her legs toward her into what my mom always called Indian style. Then she patted the sheet in front of her where her feet had just been. She was inviting me to sit down on her bed. This was a warmer reception than I was expecting.

  "What can I do for you?" she asked.

  Given the setting, that sounded like a loaded question. Her expression, though, was all business like.

  "I was wondering how heavily you all are banking on being rescued. I ask because to me there doesn't seem to be a lot of focus on how to survive here long term, if need be."

  Sage stiffened before replying, "Are you questioning my leadership?"

  "No," I answered fervently, reaching forward, nearly touching her knee before retracting. "I'm just trying to get my head lined up with yours. It is no secret that I would like to stay with you and the crew. I have nothing to go back to really. But I get ideas while I'm resting, and I just want to know what suggestions would be helpful. I'd like to be a valuable member of the team."

  She studied me for a moment, her shoulders relaxing as she did. "I appreciate that, Kash. I do. But what you are asking is a delicate question."

  "How so?"

  "These women have never been stranded on a planet before," she told me. "I haven't either. In fact, if you most know, we have lived fairly pampered lives compared to you. We grew up on space stations, then moved onto ships like this one. Roughing it in the wild is not a skill set that any of us have. Food and drink have always been at our fingertips. I have to keep these girls united and hopeful regarding the future."

  "I can appreciate that."

  "To a degree, maybe," she replied. "But things have changed a tremendous amount since your time. Mental stability is as precarious as this ship teetering on a cliff. I'm struggling with it myself, if I'm being honest. I'm not sure why I am telling you this except maybe that you are the only one that I can talk to about it. Given your background."

  What background was that, I wondered? Me living on a planet? My lie about being trained for portal missions? Or my actual criminal background that she might be sensing?

  "The point is," Sage said as she leaned forward. Her emerald eyes drew me in like a bewitching evil queen trying to cast a spell. "We need to believe that a rescue will come for us soon. In reality, it is hard for us to know for sure. The captain didn't share with us much about this planet before his death. Some of what he did reveal could have been lies just to keep us calm. I have no idea if another ship will be able to find us, or even hear our distress beacon. But we must cling to that hope."

  "I see," replied, trying to stay focused on my reason for being there. Sage was very distracting in her own way. I felt like she might just pounce forward onto me and rip my throat open with her teeth. "So, any efforts to improve our circumstances here must be seen as a temporary project, or something to help us pass the time."

  Sage squinted those eyes at me again, still leaning forward, less than twelve inches from my face. "What is it that you have in mind?"

  "I noticed that clean drinking water is hard to come by on this planet. But there is a form of precipitation in way of a drizzle mist a few times a day. I'm wondering if we could trap that moisture somehow."

  Sage's eyes got big then, like a light bulb turned on inside her head. I must have flipped the switch. "That could actually work," she told me. "You can work with Cinnamon and Honeysuckle to devise a system. What supplies we lack might be found in some of the cargo cubes. Let your girl Cinnamon take care of that part. Alert me before taking your project outside, though. You'll need guards as you work."

  "Thank you."

  "Was there anything else?" she asked as she finally leaned back, extending her legs to place her feet against my knees. I wasn't sure what to make of it.

  "Yes, actually," I answered, totally thrown off by this woman's body language. One moment she was a strict boss. The next she was explaining the delicate psyche of the staff. After that she looked like she was debating between kissing me or killing me. Then, she was relaxed and making body contact.

  "As I mentioned before," I shook the confusion away as I spoke. "I want to be a valuable member of your team, and not a cause for trouble. As the only male on the ship, there is bound to be some, um, how do you say..."

  "Sexual friction?" she suggested as her feet caressed my legs, working their way up my thighs as if they had a mind of their own. Her expression still told me that this was a serious conversation.

  "Yes, I guess that's accurate. How do you want me to handle that?"

  "There is no protocol on sexual rela
tionships among the crew," Sage explained as she retracted her feet to rest just her green toes against my knees again.

  "Okay, well how was it handled when you had two men in the crew?"

  "Kash," Sage addressed me, leaning forward again, placing one hand on my lower thigh. "Those men were different. They hired us to have something to look at. Don't get me wrong, we are all capable in our particular jobs. But they were not what you would call relationship material, in more ways than one."

  My blank stare begged for an explanation, but really, I just wanted some guidance to avoid potential problems.

  "They were inconsiderate, arrogant, selfish individuals," Sage explained. "They were incapable of caring for a woman emotionally. Possibly just as important, though, was their inability to do so physically. I am told that you are not like them in either way. Some of the girls are already warming up to you. Your personality is rare in our line of work, I must say. Additionally, Vanilla tells me that you have fully functioning genitalia."

  "Excuse me?" I replied in shock. Talking to this woman was like a roller coaster ride. Between her sexy curvaceous body, tantalizing modifications, and contact with my lower regions, I already felt a surge in my loins. Nothing too drastic, or alarming, I thought. Until this statement from her. Then there was the possibility that the angelic nurse revealed our little secret to her superior officer. "Fully functioning?"

  "Yes," Sage replied with a smile. "I have not seen one in quite some time. Vanilla tells me that it is somewhat impressive."

  "Really?"

  "Don't get too big of an ego," she told me. "It is easy to impress the deprived. May I see it?"

  "Ummmm, that doesn't sound like a good idea."

  "If you want to get in good with this commanding officer, you should consider honoring my requests. As a real member of this crew, if that is what you truly want to be, I could order you to pull it out."

  I was caught between being eager to free my growing erection, embarrassed of exposing myself, and scared of what this woman might do to me at the same time. When Sage reached for her tablet, I thought that maybe she had quickly lost interest. Two swipes and a tap on the screen later, the door to her quarters slid shut.

  Sage raised up onto her knees, placing those jumbo titties at my eye level. Then she motioned for me to do the same. Once in position, she pulled back the waist of my shorts and briefs with one hand, then went noodle diving with the other. It didn't feel right at all, but I wasn't sure what to do. After being groped by another inmate, this had both a negative and a positive vibe to it. I tried to focus on how attractive this particular molester happened to be.

  A moment later she had it popped over the top of my shorts. It was growing in size but not quite hard yet. While I was still in shock, she pulled down the sides of my pants until my balls hung free.

  "I want to get it hard," she told me like she was explaining the next step in an experiment. She grabbed it with both hands and started yanking. "Will you be able to get hard for me?" she asked.

  "Yes," I replied with a heavy breath, staring at her hefty t-shirt stretchers. Knowing what I was gazing at, she used one of her hands to pull the shirt up over one humungous round titty. It was tight like an inflated sports ball with a large green nipple. When she guided my hand to it, I finally consented to letting this happen.

  Her technique for a handjob was anything but perfect. Slightly painful, stressful on my tender skin, occasionally smacking my balls accidentally with her knuckles, but it was a sexual favor just the same. I grew stiff quickly while caressing her overinflated breast, trying to get the dark nipple to poke out and beg to be sucked. I wasn't sure if an invitation was needed before doing so. She had not yet placed her mouth anywhere on me, not even a kiss. The whole sequence was severely lacking in the romance department.

  "Are you going to cum?" she asked with zero passion in her tone. She might use the same voice to ask if I was going someplace on the ship.

  "Not yet," I said.

  "Let me know when you are close."

  "Can I suck on your..."

  "No," she replied emotionless.

  I continued to fondle her breast as I visually took in more parts of her body, including her face. When she stared back at me there appeared to be absolutely no desire in her eyes. I compared it to having sex with a service droid. Somehow, I managed to find that very exciting. I had no idea what it triggered in my mind, but my lack of sex had to be a major factor.

  "I'm getting close," I told her as I leaned forward, expecting to be denied a kiss with those full lips and even wanting that rejection while I climaxed.

  Suddenly, she stopped jerking and withdrew her hands. Swatting my hand away from her body as if I hadn't obtained permission, she covered her breast with the t-shirt and fell backwards into her previous position of leaning against the wall.

  "That's all that I wanted," she told me.

  "What?"

  "You are free to have a relationship with any of the girls, just try to be discreet," she told me. When I stayed motionless in shock, my pecker still aiming for her, she told me to get out.

  I covered it up as best I could with my shorts and stumbled off of her bed. The door whisked open as I approached. Thankfully, there was no one nearby. As casually as I could manage, I went around the hallway by the control room to avoid being seen in that aroused state and dodged into my room feeling painfully awkward and embarrassed.

  Closing the door and sitting down on my bed, I wondered, what the fuck just happened?

  CHAPTER TWENTY:

  While I was confused by Sage's mixed signals, allowing myself to be vulnerable in her hands (literally), she used the opportunity to demonstrate her control. She dominated me and sent me away with my tail between my legs (literally again). I got to touch her giant boob, but she did much more to me. The most important point was that she took me to the edge and denied me the right to finish. I got played, abused even.

  I learned a lot from that experience after given time to think. Was it worth it? Hell, fucking no. But I would be more careful in the future. Instead of completely focusing on fitting in here, I would have to analyze every situation. Always ask questions: Would Sage be gaining something? Was I setting myself up? Could I manipulate a scenario to my advantage instead of letting someone else do it?

  The war was on! You don't just jerk a man to that point and then tell him to get lost. It hurt more than just his balls.

  I tabled my distaste for the big tittied woman for the moment and strolled down the hallway looking for my real friends. That was after a couple minutes in my room getting my pants to flatten out and fit right again.

  I passed by Coffee's room to find her resting in bed, those slender dark legs crossed, one of her feet bobbing in the air. She smiled and waved as I went past, quickly eradicating all anger from my mind. Sage did not say to enlist her with the water harvesting project, so I decided not to stop, as much as I was so inclined. I had nothing to gain by not following her instructions in this instance.

  Cinnamon was in nearly the same position in her room, reading messages on her tablet. She smiled when I stopped in her doorway.

  "Hey," I said to her. "I have a project that we can work on."

  "I know," she replied as she half flipped her petite body like a gymnast to land in a sitting position on the side of her bed. "Sage sent me a message. I was just making a list of what we could use."

  "Cool," I replied. I imagined that there was a lot of communication going on with their data network that left me out of the loop. "She said to include Honeysuckle, too."

  "She's already on board. I think I heard her bare feet on the steps a minute ago. She's probably already pulling out supplies. Trapping the mist water is a great idea, Kash. You are proving yourself quickly around here."

  "Thanks," I replied before asking a question. "Does Honey always run around in her bare feet? Even outside?"

  "No, she'll put her boots on before going outside, I'd think. She's just letting her
feet enjoy some freedom. The captain never allowed us within sight of him without footwear."

  The three of us went to work in the lower level with shared enthusiasm for the project. We didn't have near enough pieces among the ship's supplies to make it work. Fortunately, we had tons of fabric in storage cubes, as well as metal rods. I could sense that the crew was just beginning to come to terms with the possibility of being stranded on this alien world for a while. They had not previously opened any of the cargo cubes in hopes that they could still be sold for a profit.

  After a half hour, Coffee decided to join us of her own free will. There was only so much that she could do each day as the team's communication specialist. Her bubbly personality was a welcome addition to our project crew. The lithe girl’s flirty nature entertained Honeysuckle who was not quite able to keep up but earned her some strange looks from Cinnamon. I didn't want to cause any trouble or limit my options, so I tried to keep everyone playing nice. The three of them had all been friends since the first week that they boarded the ship, so it wasn't that difficult.