Disclaimer: Not mine. Nope not at all. Website: Amused and Abused Note: This was written for Peja’s Exotic Dancers/nymphos and rentboys challenge.
Beka sighed in relief as the Maru landed safely, mentally cursing Bobby for getting caught stealing on Topagne Drift…again. Three months of hauling ore, contraband and medical supplies with only a pilot on board had left the Maru in need of an overhaul. Beka patted the console in front of her. "Don’t worry: I’ll get you fixed up in no time. With the money we make from this run we should be able to fix you, get Bobby out of jail and have enough left over for some new dice." Beka batted the furry dice hanging over her head and tried to smile. Smiling was hard. Fixing the Maru on the move was hard. The last three months had been hard. Beka needed something hard. "Shit!" Beka said and jumped out of her chair. Bobby would be back as soon as she’d paid his fine. The thing was, she was still mad at Bobby. Her body might be jumping for joy at the thought of Bobby’s hard body and even harder cock, but the head wanted him to suffer for a while. Beka stared angrily out of the window. "I hate planets." The planet her species had evolved on. Now that was a depressing thought. All she could see through the rain was a cracked landing strip, a burnt out shuttle and the garish neon sign of the spaceport brothel. The sign depicted almost every imaginable sexual combination. It was a really big sign. Beka stared at it for a while before she noticed she was, A: turned on, and B: seriously considering buying some good lovin’. "Fuck! Beka you don’t need to buy it. You can get it free at any bar you walk into." But that would mean walking through all that weather to find a bar. And there might not be too many human men there. This was Nietzschean territory after all. Beka looked back over at the sign. ‘Human girls, human boys. Cum and try our blonde fuck toys’ the sign read. "What the Hell." Beka grabbed a plastic sheet and some currency chips and headed for the airlock. ^^^^^^ The door was open and the sound of Perseid dance music was drifting out. Beka stuck her head in the door and surveyed the lobby. It looked relatively clean and quite quiet. Beka guessed that not too many people came out in the rain. "Lookin’ fer somethin’?" Beka jumped at the voice. Turning to her right she saw a scrawny old woman perched on a stool wedged into an alcove. Taking a deep breath Beka stepped in and said, "Yes. I’d like a man for the night." "No problem there dearie: we’re prac’ly empty tonight. Fuckin’ rain. What sort of man d’ya want?" Beka thought about it. Normally she went for the big muscular type, but right now that would just remind her of Bobby and she definitely didn’t want that. "Small, young, fit. Able to go all night. Not too young though: I want one that knows what to do with a woman." The crone grinned, "Got just the boy for you. Want all night?" "Yes." "50 Imperials. Room 8." Beka threw over the money and walked off in the direction of the rooms. Room 8 wasn’t hard to find and Beka stood in front of it wondering if she should knock. Deciding that asking permission to come in would not give the impression that she was in charge, she opened the door. To chaos. Beka looked around the room, machine parts and tools were strewn all over the floor and there was the smell of ozone in the air. Suddenly a blonde head popped up from behind the bed. "Oh crap! Ummm…Are you here for…um…? Give me five minutes, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come out in the rain." The boy grabbed the edge of the tarpaulin that Beka had mistaken for a rug and dragged the whole mess into a big bundle that got shoved into a cupboard. "All done." Beka couldn’t help but laugh at the look of faked innocence on the boy’s face. "Does your boss know about you doing repairs in your room?" A slight flash of panic, quickly concealed. "I’m not doing repairs. These bit and pieces are just junk. It’s just a hobby. I don’t get paid for it. Really." "It’s okay kid: I won’t rat you out," Beka said and kicked off her boots. She studied the boy as he picked up the last of the tools and put them away. She hoped he wasn’t as young as he looked. Small, skinny but rather appealing in the thin cotton shirt and pants he wore. "What’s your name kid?" "Whatever you want." "I want to know you aren’t as young as you look and I don’t like to call someone ‘kid’ in a moment of passion." "Uh…okay. I’m Harper. And I’m not as young as I look. I’m about 20. I think." "I’m Val." "Okay Val. Nice to meet you." ^^^^^^ Beka sighed and relaxed in the afterglow. The kid…Harper had definitely known what to do with a woman. Not that he’d had to do much: Beka had been wound up tighter than she’d realised. She’d cum almost as soon as he’d put his mouth on her and twice again as she rode his surprisingly big cock. He’s looked so…cute, lying back on the pillow as she’d bounced up and down on him with an enthusiasm for fucking she hadn’t felt for quite some time. She felt him wriggle beside her. "Uh, I hate to break the mood, but did you pay for more than an hour? ‘Cause the Hellhound charges extra if you go over your time." "Chill k...Harper. I paid for the night. And I’m not finished with you yet. I’m just getting my breath back." "Wow. I guess I know why you came out in the rain. Are you always like this?" "My boyfriend’s been away for three months. I didn’t realise how much tension I’d built up." "Better now though huh?" Beka grinned and swung up over Harper again. "Getting there kid. Getting there." Beka pulled Harper up until he was sitting up with her straddling his lap. She pushed her breasts at his face and he went to work: sucking and rubbing. Beka purred, it felt great to be the one in charge, getting exactly what she wanted for a change. No ‘suck me Beka’, no ‘I want’, no Bobby calling the shots. Beka felt Harper getting hard against her and wriggled closer. She noticed a couple of small nicks and cuts on Harper's hands as he caressed her and remembered about the parts he'd stuffed in the cupboard; they'd looked like pretty good quality components to her. "So what were you really doing with all that ‘junk’? Beka asked. Harper looked up. "I’m an engineer." "If you’re an engineer why aren’t you…engineering?" "I want to get off planet. And the only way I can get engineering work on a ship is to be FTA registered. You wouldn’t believe the size of the bribes you need to get FTA anything on Earth. They really hate Nietzscheans. Working here is the best way to earn enough." "Do you like working here?" "Yeah, sure. When I get customers like you. Female customers are few and far between. Hot female customers are almost unknown." Harper circled her nipples with his thumbs and smiled when she arched towards him. "Mmm. Nice. Keep doing that." Beka gripped his shoulders and saw him wince. Rubbing the skin lightly she wiped off the concealer that covered a nasty looking bruise. Harper saw her expression. "It’s not as bad as it looks. It’s not as bad as you think either." He pulled her hips up and let her settle down on his cock. They rocked slowly in silence for a while until Beka came again, shuddering and gasping. Beka slid down onto the bed, pulling Harper with her. Wrapping her long legs around him she pushed up at him and sighed as he kissed her neck and thrust hard and fast into her, finding his completion too. "God!" Harper sighed happily, rolling off Beka and smiling at the ceiling. "All night huh?" "Yeah. All night." "I can do all night. Just call me the Love God baby." They both dissolved into giggles. ^^^^^^^^^ Beka dried her hair. The shower here was actually pretty good: plenty of hot water and great pressure. She guessed that must be one of the few benefits to living planetside. No shortage of water. "Are you any good as an engineer?" Beka asked the limp form on the bed. Harper looked like he’d…spent all night satisfying her. In other words: exhausted. "Val honey, I am a fucking genius!" Beka grinned. "No, really?" Harper pulled himself up. "I’m not kidding. I’d passed all the stupid boards that the FTA requires you to do by the time I was fifteen. If I’d grown up anywhere but here I’d have been registered back then. I do stuff under the table for a guy over at maintenance depot twelve. Two more years and I’ll have enough for those damn bribes." "Two years huh?" Beka pulled on her clothes and flipped him a currency chip as she left. "Good luck kid." ^^^^^^^^^ Beka thought about what Harper had said as she handed over a significant portion of the money she’d just collected for her cargo to a greasy engineer for fixing the Maru. She couldn’t help but think a permanent engineer would be a good thing to have aboard. She was still pondering when she found herself outside a huge hanger. ‘Maintenance Depot 12’ was written in foot high letters right in front of her face. Beka took it as an omen. "Hey! Anyone here?" Beka shouted into the vast space. "Depends on what you want," the reply floated back from somewhere inside. "Information on one of your employees. Uh, nothing bad: I just want to know some stuff." "Oh yeah?" A rangy man ambled into view and eyed her suspiciously. "What sort of information are you after and about who?" "Harper." "No one by that name works for me," he turned to go. "Wait! He told me it was all under the table, so his…other employers wouldn’t know about it. I just want to know if he’s a good engineer." "Why?" "I need an engineer." The man hesitated. "He’s not FTA registered." "I know. That doesn’t really matter: it’s easy to get registered if you pass the boards, have a job and aren’t stuck in a gravity well. He’s probably got enough saved up to get registered already if we go somewhere like El Dorado Drift." Beka did her best ‘good girl’ smile. "I just need to know if he’s worth the risk of smuggling past the Niets." The man grimaced. "If I was twenty years younger I’d say no and take the job myself. But I’m not. Harper’ll drive you crazy with his mouth but he could make a slipstream drive out of empty Sparky cans and glue." "Thanks." ^^^^^^^^^^ Beka strolled back into the brothel and tossed a chip at the ‘Hellhound’. "I want the same one as last time." The old woman glanced down at the chip and smiled, waving Beka through. Beka opened the door to room eight and grinned at the very surprised engineer on the bed. "Come on kid: I’ve got a job for you on my ship if you want it." "You do? Doing what? Scratch that Val, I don’t care what I have to do." Harper was pale. "You’ll take me off world?" "Yep. And it’s Beka, Beka Valentine. Grab your stuff. We’re leaving." And they did.
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