Dirty Girls

by Rodzil LaBraun

  When it was time to take our prototype contraption outdoors, Sage grabbed the energy rifle and stood guard. She gave no inclination to the others that her and I had just recently had a thing in her room. My insistence of not paying her much attention probably contributed to that matter.

  Coffee was provided the pistol that Sage had returned to the ship's weapons locker yesterday. The dark-skinned beauty kept leaving it laying on the ground, more focused on assisting us than standing guard. That caused our bossy leader to keep an eye on the discarded weapon as much as she did our surroundings. Fortunately, we didn't have any lizard monster visitors while piecing together our project. Just some smaller critters that were easy to chase off.

  The test unit was approximately ten feet long and five feet wide. There were five thin layers of high absorbency fabric, one above the other, pulled tightly to the frame. Wide shallow metal pans were placed under the sheets of material to catch drippings. Expectations were that most of the moisture would remain trapped in the fabric. Then we could develop a process to efficiently ringing it out.

  A superfine hard material, nearly transparent was then attached to pegs around the sides of the project to keep out smaller animals. Pesty insects would have to be removed from the fabric afterwards. Honeysuckle showed me a tool that she used that could measure the moisture levels. The readings would then be available on her tablet. She expected the fabric to not reach full capacity until the next day. As a test, though, there was no reason for the first harvest to wait that long.

  Colorful birds passed overhead occasionally. They varied in size, but all communicated by clicking instead of chirps or whistles. Larger versions would drop to the ground to snatch up a bug from time to time. I just hoped that none would contaminate our new water supply with their shit. Or rip it apart with their claws.

  Once the work was complete, we gathered up our supplies and transported them to the ship's entrance. I compared the layout of the crashed vessel to a human body. The control room was the head. The galley was the heart. With digestion being a big part of health, it made sense to think of the medical bay as the bowels. Though strapped to the body, the crew's quarters were the arms.

  The engines and fuel tanks comprised more than half of the ship. Both sides were connected but they left a ten-foot-high tunnel down the middle to guide us back to the entrance. It also served to provide some protection before entering the ship. So, anatomically, if the engines were the legs, then the lone entry point was positioned like the asshole.

  Sage disappeared inside before we managed to get everything in through the doorway. That was fine because Coffee still had the pistol to protect us should something come down the tunnel to attack. Once everything was safely in the storage area, Honeysuckle and Coffee went about the task of organizing the items for future use. If the water collection method performed well, we should be able to build two more of them the same size, or one big one.

  Removing the scent-blocking paste had become a common routine after re-entry. Sage was like me in that her aroma was slight in comparison to the others. Ours didn’t need to be coated on as thick.

  Cinnamon offered to show me the app that could be used on her tablet to measure the moisture collected. She said that it had a lot of features that I might be able to use on additional projects, given my ingenuity. After clean-up, she guided me to her room where she had left her personal computing device. Before I could enter, I stopped at the sound of my name being called out by Sage.

  "Kash," she said again as she approached. She was headed downstairs to look for me when she saw us in the other passage. I wasn't sure why she was seeking me, but I was glad to have Cinnamon by my side if there was going to be a confrontation.

  The green haired voluptuous tyrant waddled her big ass as she slowly approached. I knew that she could move faster than that easily. Her diminished pace was intended to make us wait, since she considered herself more important than us. I fought off a smirk and stayed focus on what she might want, and how I should then respond.

  Once within reach, she thrust a tablet toward me. "Here," she said. I reached for it hesitantly. "This one is yours now."

  "Wow!" Cinnamon said from slightly behind me. She had already entered her room and was watching the proceedings from the doorway.

  "Don't get too excited," Sage said, glancing briefly to my crotch with a smirk of her own. "Access to most of the ship's services and data logs have been blocked. But there is enough there help you get things done. If you don't have access to something that you need, just let me know."

  "Thanks," I replied as I looked at the screen. It lit up with the Arketa Koreta logo on the screen, which was an abstract image that included a spaceship, a rifle, and a nude female silhouette.

  "Your girl here can train you how to use it," she told me, referring to Cinnamon. Then she turned and strolled away without another word.

  Though it was a very simple transaction, I over analyzed it just the same. There were nuances to her manner during the brief exchange that were distracting. But the main point was that she was providing me with a computer as if I were a regular member of the crew. I knew what I had to gain from that, but what did she?

  Additionally, she referred to Cinnamon as my girl. When I turned to look at my friend, distaste for Sage lingered in her eyes. I wasn't sure if it had to do with the woman's last comment, or if she just disliked the commanding officer in general. I knew that she had not spoken incredibly fond of the woman while she was still missing.

  "Come on in," Cinnamon told me, closing the door behind us. She crawled across the bed to grab her tablet, exposing that fine tight ass of hers trapped in the uniform shorts. Those sexy slim legs with their smooth skin and mod dots were just as appealing. When she sat on the far side of her bed, I waited for permission to join her. A simple wiggle of her fingers toward me as she manipulated her computer was enough. I slid right up against her body.

  I watched as she expeditiously read through some new messages, most of which were periodic reports from the ship's computer. She had set up a wide variety of parameters, she explained. Weeding through these updates were a big part of everyone's job, even during space flight. I waited patiently as she filtered, labelled or deleted more than two dozen communications.

  "So," I said, needing to start a conversation instead of just drooling over her irresistible body. "Are you my girl?" I asked.

  "Huh," she chuckled. "I'm pretty sure that was a reference to me offering to train you."

  "You offered? Thanks."

  "I wasn't the only one, apparently. I'm not sure if she has chosen me alone for that task, or if she just took advantage of us already being together. Either way, I'm happy to train you on everything that I can. Your tablet will probably have a lot of limitations. Don't read too much into it, though. It is standard protocol to start new crew members off that way."

  "So, I'm officially part of the crew then?"

  "Looks so," she replied with a smile. "Congratulations."

  We spent the next half hour going over how to use the tablet. It was incredibly intuitive but not the least bit private. Mine had no lock, and all of my activity could be viewed by the rest of the team. I was warned that Sage would be monitoring me regularly for a while. If I had anything to hide, I should avoid keying it into the system.

  "That includes any intimate conversations that you want to have with the girls," Cinnamon explained.

  "Intimate conversations?"

  "Yes," she replied. "It's clear to see that you are as interested in my two friends as they are in you. They'll have the ability to mark communications as private, but you will not. When you open or reply, the whole conversation will become visible to the others, should they go looking for it."

  "Can I ask your advice on that matter?" She nodded and gave me her full attention. Her face was so beautiful when it was clean of the brown de-scenting paste. I felt my heart skip a beat anytime that she looked into my eyes. I wasn't in prison anymore. I should be getting
over this nervousness around these fantastically attractive women.

  "I don't want to cause any problems within the crew," I explained. "That first and foremost applies to you."

  "Me? Why me?"

  "Well, if you don't already know, I feel closer to you than any of the others. Initially that was probably because you were the first person that I met on this world. But honestly, I'm just drawn to you the most."

  She blushed at my comment but said nothing. I was hoping for some verbal reciprocation. But at least I got a smile instead of a worried look.

  "The other girls are nice," I told her. "I'd like to be close friends with all three of you, and more where possible. I'm just not sure how that works. Socially acceptable practices have probably changed quite a bit since my time."

  "Yes, they probably have," she replied. "But some of it is going to be on an individual basis still."

  "What do you mean?"

  "Well," Cinnamon explained as she placed her tablet on the bed. "I'm going to react differently to things than Honey will, or even Coffee. You should understand that the women of this ship have never competed for a man before. Where we were before joining this crew, we had no shortage of interested men. But for the last few months, we've had only Captain King and the pilot. They wanted us, for sure. But none of us had any real interest in them."

  "Are any of the women," I tried asking awkwardly. "You know. I mean, without suitable men, do any of the girls go the other way?"

  "Go the other way?" she chuckled. "Are you asking if we have sex with each other?"

  "I'm sorry. I guess that was inappropriate. I was just curious. I didn't mean to offend."

  "No, that's okay," Cinnamon replied. "It is kind of a sore subject, though. But the answer to your question is that I only know of two of the women on this ship that are bisexual. Sage and Strawberry."

  "Really?"

  "Does that turn you on, Kash?" she asked, unable to hide some distaste for a man that was intrigued by that.

  "No, not really," I lied. Cinnamon was my first priority. If she didn't like homosexuality or a man's interest in watching two women go at it, then I wouldn't openly approve of it either. "Is that why it is a sore subject? You don't approve of bisexuality?"

  "What? No. I don't care if the girls want to find intimacy with each other. It's understandable really. Though some of us aren't wired that way."

  "Then why?" I asked, hoping that I wasn't pushing too hard. She was the one that brought it up as a sore subject.

  "Well, don't tell anyone that I said this, okay?" I agreed as she got all serious, even rising up from her reclined position. "Captain King liked to watch. When he found out that Sage and Strawberry were into each other, he ordered them to perform for his entertainment. I was told that the first time wasn't too bad. But then he invited Koradd to watch, too. By the fourth performance, the Captain started touching their bodies while they were involved in sexual activity. Sage threatened to not only put an end to it, but to report him to the merchant association. That didn't go over very well."

  "Oh, I see. How long ago was that?"

  "Three days before we crashed here," Cinnamon whispered like she was sharing a conspiracy theory. She leaned toward me before adding, "And get this. Sage was the only one outside when the captain was killed. Some of us think that she may have been involved with his demise."

  Oh no! That was not good news. If Sage was capable of murder, and had a bad recent history with men, I needed to be even more careful than I was already committed to being. A ruined orgasm could be the least of my worries.

  "Hey, didn't I hear that those guys drank some the green stream water? I found out from Vanilla what you meant by side effects."

  "Yes," Cinnamon replied, even more hushed than before. "When I said that the men were touching them, it wasn't just with their hands."

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:

  Cinnamon and I worked another hour on tablet training before our conversation returned to personal matters. I felt us getting closer as we spent time together on her bed. She never shied away from coincidental body contact, but I never made any advances either.

  "Cinn," I addressed her. When I used my pet name for her she always seemed more eager to hear what a had to say. She smiled a bit more, particularly with her soul-searching brown eyes. "Is it safe to say that you are a more bashful than your friends?"

  She laughed as she nodded.

  "Please tell me when I make you uncomfortable," I told her as I slid my fingers between hers, then pulled her dainty hand to my lips for a gentle kiss. Her expression softened, as she inhaled more sharply than usual. I saw no worry appear in her eyes this time. "I would like to be more than just friends. Is that something that you are interested in?"

  "Yes," she whispered. "But I'm afraid that I will move too slow for you. You might be better off with Coffee or Honeysuckle."

  "But I want you," I whispered back to her as I gently pulled her mouth to mine. I watched as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft touch of our lips. Her full facial grin as she pulled away was heartwarming. This was one of those decisions that I would look back on fondly. You never know until you try. The path of least resistance would have been to wait for her to show more interest in me before making another move. I'm glad that I didn't.

  "I'm happy that you do," she said. "But it doesn't change the fact that I'm not ready to take this relationship swiftly from one level to the next. You will experience more sexual release over the next few days with another girl. I'm just being honest, because I like you, too. And I want this as much as you. Maybe more. We just need to go into it with a good understanding."

  "As long as we move forward and communicate, I'm good with that," I told her as I pulled her in for another kiss. This one was a triple smooch, but our mouths remained closed. I wasn't about to pry hers open with my tongue if she wanted to take it slow. "I can fend off the other girls, I think."

  Cinnamon laughed again. "You don't have to turn them away if you don't want."

  "What do you mean?"

  "You have sexual needs," she explained, remaining close. "I understand that. I'm sure that Coffee is eager to help you with those. Honey, too."

  "But wouldn't that affect our relationship?"

  "It doesn't have to," she answered as she rested her head on my shoulder. We leaned back against the padded wall comfortably. The headboard was contoured perfectly for sitting in bed. Working from your quarters was probably common in this day and age.

  "I'm not sure how that works," I told her, though I was eager to find a way. Cinnamon long term, Coffee immediately. That sounded like a win-win for me. "I'm worried that I would screw it up."

  She smiled so big before replying, "That's the correct answer, Kash. That's why you can probably pull it off. Just be discreet. Don't let one of us see you in the act with another. Refrain from kissing or excessive touching in public, but don't push us away if we initiate it. Coffee is the only one that might get out of hand in front of others, so you'll have to handle that delicately. But it is not like Honey and I don't know how she is. We love her dearly, so there will be no lasting damage."

  I had just been given the keys to the kingdom. I knew for a fact that Coffee and Honeysuckle were interested in a sexual relationship. I could have my favorite girl Cinnamon once she was ready, without having to turn away the others. Maybe eventually the goddess nurse Vanilla would come around as well. We could take the next physical exam to a more intense level. Strawberry was a hot little redhead. Would she want to Kash-in also?

  Sage was a completely different story, though. A lot would have to change between us before she touches my willy again. The next time that she demands to see it will be the day that I straight up refuse to follow her instructions. Just as I thought about that, I remembered what Cinn had told me about the Captain abusing her. Maybe I was being too harsh. Then I recalled what was rumored to have happened to the captain.

  I took Cinnamon as far as she was comfortable before we retur
ned to work. We did touch tongues but controlled our passion for each other. I did my best to follow her lead, backing off when my enthusiasm surpassed hers. I was permitted to caress the skin of her belly, legs and arms, but her breasts and crotch area were still off limits. She also made zero effort to make contact with my privates. When she spotted my pants popper she giggled, but no made additional reference to it.

  I was speedily getting comfortable with operating the computer tablet but hit locked doors quite regularly. I didn't want simple curiosity to prompt requests for access, though. I needed to pick and choose what applications really mattered if I wanted to appear like a good little follower.

  "I see that there are ways to analyze and even adapt the local food sources for consumption."