Mercury Going Down

by Brambach, C. S.

  Susan had a voracious sexual appetite and a bit of a new jealous streak. Which made my once or twice a week dalliances with Lynette all the hotter. I thought Jazz would get depressed at being left out, but she was just happy to be with me and wait on me hand and foot. She was coming in handy now though as an anchor, she stuck a foot behind the rail under the view port, and grabbed Susan by the waist, as Susan grabbed me. Jazz would wrap an arm around Susan and with her free hand massage Susan’s tits and pussy from behind while I, with an arm wrapped around Susan’s neck, played with her tits and ass with the other, all the while working her mouth with mine.

  We had found out that Karen was preggers by Dave and that Dave had planted the idea of killing me, initially. Karen had just magnified it and refined it. He had wanted Susan and Karen to himself. He had figured with the insurance settlement and the money he was scamming from the numbers running he was doing, him and the girls would be set for life. Karen had played him like a cheap guitar.

  Lynette had left the planet about two weeks before us. I had made arrangements for her kitten, a Russian Blue, which she had named Freud, to travel with her through Winn Lee, who had procured the kitten for her, from me. She loved that damned cat.

  I had requested that Lynette be part of my ‘team’ and, after a stop on Luna, she would be on her way to Venus. She’d just about finished with her study of man trapped in a closed environment and was looking forward to Venus. Jake and Fox 2, now named Sugar, were on the same ship as us.

  I had been promoted to the post of official company ‘Trouble Shooter’. No problem too big or too small for me to take a crack at solving it. There was some trouble brewing on Venus, but I would have to hit Earth for a month or so after a week on Luna, meet with the press, the Presidents, (of the company and the country) and meet the new inlaws.

  Susan gasped as I slid my fat cock into her tight wet pussy. She felt so good on my dick that I groaned softly into her ear. She dug her nails into my back and gave a slight shudder as I buried myself to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around me and tightened her grip as if to force me in deeper. I felt Jazzes loose hand on my ass.

  What I liked about Susan was that she was a medium. Stunning looks, smart as a whip, a very good cook, a great, if slightly warped sense of humor and, while she wasn’t easy to get off, she wasn’t all that hard to get off either. It depended on the situation. Like after a good dinner at one of the nice restaurants on base, we’d go dancing and she would suddenly grab me and take me into a stall of the ladies room and fuck me silly and she would gush in a matter of a few minutes. There would be times though, in the room all alone, the soft jazz playing, a few drinks, a dose of cannabinol, and I’d have to work her for like a half an hour. But, most importantly she always, or always admitted to, getting off.

  It made her quite the refreshing change from Karen who was moody and a tough cookie to get off. She really only had orgasms after oral, and man, I could work my jaws and tongue to the nub before she’d even get a little tickler. Even though she claimed she loved me...

  Susan had mountains of patience, which I really appreciated in a woman. More than any other quality. She tolerated my shit, and I tolerated hers.

  Which made her a medium. She was really a fine, well developed young woman, (she was fifteen years my junior). I told her, not as an ultimatum, that she would have all the time in the world, but actually only till after we met with the Presidents, of the company and the country to decide if she wanted to marry me. She had given me a tentative yes right before we took off on the freighter and agreed to have the ceremony on Earth.

  Where as Karen had been dark and moody, Susan was sweetness and light. We had taken to making it once in the morning and once every night. Or twice every other night. She had mentioned she wouldn’t be ready for kids for another three years. We talked about settling down on Earth or Mars. And raising kids. I actually entertained the notion.

  I felt I had the patience to raise kids. Finally. It tickled me pink, the notion of another little me running around driving everybody bonkers.

  Susan traced the whole disaster to her sharing of Dave and then me. Basically she blamed Karen’s psychosis on herself. Which necessitated her visiting Dr. Barber twice a week till the Doc’s departure for Venus. I was only able to fuck Jazz when Susan was out at an appointment with Lynette making them both too busy to see me. I was still able to see Lynette twice a week. For my official ‘therapy’. A little talk, a little wine, a whole bunch of hot raunchy sex. I don’t know if it was the whole Euro thing, but Lynette liked it in the ass, which is usually where I finished up dumping my load.

  Lynette was happy to be a mistress. She was way too busy to be a full time girl friend but as a lover, she was great. She turned out to be a very good friend as well. It was handy to have someone to talk to about the whole twisted affair who wasn’t connected to it in some tangible or intangible way.

  I had been well compensated, I had been awarded a bonus of 5 million credits, (as well as another twenty five thousand shares), it seems I had a flair for systems analysis and improvement in Engineering. I had come up with some system improvements that would save the company time and money. Literally millions of credits. First I had come up with a system of bins to transport the raw ore from the end of the conveyor belts on the way to processing which saved time and loss. I had proposed some system overrides that would prove useful and help with safety in the future.

  Then I had proposed the radical idea of outright purchasing of the Robots used in the mines. The cost outlay for leasing was way too high and the maintenance contracts were killing us. What the fuck was ‘Robot maintenance’ anyway? Basically the company that we leased the Bots from sent software updates because there was no way any of their candy asses were coming to Mercury to actually work physically on the Bots.

  So with our personnel actually doing the real work it seemed stupid to spend all that money on service that we weren’t really getting.

  I had received a call from Dick Johnson, president of the company for that one.

  “Drew, you son of a bitch, you’ve done it again!”

  “Just trying to do my job, you know, make the most of it.”

  “Well, sir, you stirred up a hornets nest down here at corporate.”

  “I just calls ‘em as I sees ‘em Mr. Johnson.” He laughed.

  “Your lack of complacency is very refreshing.” He didn’t get yet that I didn’t really give a flying monkey fuck about him or his company’s bottom line. I was a mercenary, in the strictest sense. I was only in it for the money. The proverbial change jingling in my pocket.

  “I look forward to meeting you, the lovely Susan, Jazz, and that young friend of yours, Jake, as soon as you get to Earth. I think you and I need to get together and drink some of that Irish whisky I hear you’re so fond of, I own a distillery in Ireland, you may have heard of it, Castle Knappogue, when we ship you out on your next assignment, you’ll have a few cases going with you.” He smiled with glee.

  You’d have thought I had come up with the idea of putting birth control in the drinking water. The Chinese had beat me to that one about fifty years ago. If you wanted to have kids in the last communist country on Earth, you had to have an official prescription for non dosed water. They were finally getting their population under control. Of course with the high standard of living, the high education rate, the reduced population pressures and the reforestation of the Middle Kingdom it looked like, after one hundred and fifty years of rule, the Communist Party was on the way out. Which made sense, the average dynasty only lasted two hundred to three hundred and fifty years. It was just their time.

  “So start thinking about what you’d like your title to be. We’ve been kicking around the term, ‘Head or Chief Investigator’. What do you think?” He asked, tickled pink.

  “How about ‘Chief Inspector’. And make the department under me, under my complete control, call it ‘Special Services Quality Control’. That will keep everybody guessin
g. Divert their attention long enough for me to get an idea of where the real problem, or problems, lie.” I smiled a knowing smile. He shook his head.

  “You are a cynical fuck Drew.”

  “Just calling them like I see them.”

  “Just so long as you see ‘em.”

  “I like to think I have a clear eye...”

  “And a steady hand?”

  “Well, I don’t know about that.”

  “Well, I do. I’ve made arrangements for all of you to stay at my personal island in the South Pacific. That’s where we’ll have our sit down. Susan’s whole family will be there. You can spend a month and relax there before shipping out to Venus. We’ll discuss the terms of your new contract with us there. You guys can have the wedding there if you want.”

  Shit, was there anything this guy didn’t know?

  “A bit premature there Sir, she hasn’t said yes, yet. But I’m sure she’ll be happy to accept the invitation.”

  “I think you underestimate your power’s of personal persuasion son.”

  “Anything you say sir.”

  “Cut the sir crap, call me Dick.”

  “Okay, Dick.” He laughed then, a deep, resonant laugh, from the gut.

  “I don’t care how you say it, you sarcastic fuck, just as long as you say it, kid.”

  Zero G was having the same effect on my ability to come as water was, which is to say that I was having a hell of a time getting off. Susan had come at least twice before I finally disengaged, spun her around and, as Jazz locked her lips on one of her luscious tits, whispered in her ear.

  “Time to loosen you up honey.” I licked a thumb and slowly, gingerly, inserted it in her ass while sliding my cock into her by now sopping pussy. I worked my thumb in and out while stroking away with my throbbing dick. I was so ready to bust a nut.

  Then, once I ascertained that her sphincter was loose enough, I leaned forward and said,

  “Relax, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  “Oh, I’m ready, baby, give it to me good.” She gasped as my cock left her soaking pussy and felt the head of it pressing against her asshole. With Jazz now holding us both around the waists I slowly pushed it into her ass.

  “Ouch!” She half gasped, half moaned in a state of heightened excitement. With one hand around the back of Jazzes head she took the other hand and grabbed me by the hip.

  To slow me down. I took it slow. At first.

  I ruminated then on what it had all resulted from. How one pussy crazy bitch, pussy crazed broad, had caused so many deaths over a simple obsession. How it could end with her death at her own doing. Her doing was her undoing. In a sense. The need for life had been the end of so much of it. Karen’s passions and petty jealousy’s gone like a dream on waking. Wondering if the next day would find her world a sadder place, or a happier one. Oh, well, I was fucking Susan now. Feeling her sphincter tighten around the shaft of my pulsing wrought iron rod of love all I could do was pound harder, more savagely...

  Of course there was always the money. The millions of credits, between what I’d bank rolled from the job, plus the insurance settlement, that was worth ten mill. Yeah. That many credits could buy you better than your standard 1/100th or 1/200th of an apartment/flat with free power and water and sewer, what with the photovoltaic’s on all the roofs and small gardens. That was a life of cheap museums, free gallery opening nights, a little work, a little party, put up with the squeezing that was life down on the lower socio economic levels of a planet that was providing more for more but at a slow though amiable pace. That’s what Karen had planned, with that many credits, woo, you could buy a large loft, some real space in the city and salt enough away, what with all the stocks, to live pretty good with just the sale of the occasional piece of art, rather than always have to be on the make. You could afford a fat steak at a fairly posh restaurant, or a real sushi bonzai on the West side of the city... go out for real expensive drinks at the Standard, or Top of the World. Afford a trip down to Central America, hell, she had relatives down there, her mom was from down there, places to stay, hot people to hang with and fuck, at her leisure. Yeah, what a life...

  A fun life, too bad so many people had to pay for it with theirs...

  I also knew that I was almost sorry Karen wasn’t there, enjoying this fun fuck with me, she would have appreciated the view of the sun and the planet arching across the fire lit night of far empty cold deep space. The art this view would or could have inspired.

  Ah well, whom the gods destroy, they first make mad.

  Her legs scissoring with every plunge. Susan started talking, in a rush.

  “Yes! It hurts but I like the pain, fuck my ass, fuck my ass harder, HARDER! OH! I love the feel of your huge COCK in my ASS! FUCK MY ASS!” While she said that I remembered to pound harder when I felt like I was going to come. While Jazz held us in place, (while licking Susan’s pussy at the same time), I thrashed her butt as I slammed into her and came with a rush like the crescendo of a Beethoven symphony. I let out a guttural moan as I shot my load. After I came, I floated there, spent, and looked out the port and saw Mercury.

  I wondered, what did I burn for? I had kept my heart locked up for so long, but I knew it was burning in there, somewhere. Had I really loved Karen, or had she just been convenient? What did I really feel about Susan? Did I love Lynette more? And what about Jazz, I was raised that it wasn’t right or proper to love a thing, but was she really just a thing? Or was she really a she, a true being capable of all the thoughts and feelings a true human being was and therefore capable of being defined as a being and therefore an object worthy of affection? Had I found the woman, or women of my dreams, or was she still out there, wondering like I was...

  I floated there by her back, my dick trying to shrivel up in her ass, buried deep inside her and stretching up my arm past the right side of her face, almost brushing hair into her eye, pointed out the porthole.

  I breathed a great side shuddering sigh and said,

  “Look, it’s Mercury...”

  “Oh, I felt you up in my throat.” She murmured. She clenched her ass and shivered.

  She laughed a short throaty laugh.

  “Is it rising?” She asked as she reached back to pat my ass.

  “No. It’s Mercury. Going down.”

  Shortly, so was she…