I Had just been fired.
Not so much of an uncomfortable 'let's break it to him gently' firing, this was the other kind, the harsh, spittle-flying, teeth-grinding 'YOU'RE FIRED!' dismissal. The kind-that-hurts. And as for my precious dignity, well, that's all but shattered - how can I look back upon this moment and recall how I was sacked not face-to-face, but over a vid-link aboard a Galactic Transport Omnibus?
Let me explain. My name is Quinton McRisckai. I work, sorry, used to work for Humphries Insurance Ltd; a dull yet highly paid job, with customary company speeder, attractive pension scheme, four weeks vacation a year, a plush, air-conditioned office … and a grumpy old buzzard for a boss who just so happened to be the father of Ysabella, his nineteen year old daughter and the beginning of my woes.
I remember like it was yesterday - whilst visiting Daddy during office hours one afternoon this charming jezebel, after flirting continuously with me all morning (yes, I admit I was flattered, she is gorgeous) then followed me into the store room where she cornered me, stripped me of my clothing and, I am weak, I am but a man, I discovered that Daddy's little angel has an obscenely foul mouth and a pierced labia!
After tasting the forbidden fruit we made our way back to the office, hot and obviously flustered, bumping straight into old man Humphries. Ysabella merely kissed him goodbye, 'thanked' me for a 'memorable morning' then vanished, leaving me stuttering and helpless to his suspicious mind. Nothing was said, but since that day, over two months ago, he deliberately made my every working day a nightmare.
I didn't quit, would you? And give up what I had so hard worked for? I figured I'd stick it out, he was bound to get sick and tired of it at some stage, and if I stayed out of his way, avoided him whilst still getting my job done then surely it would blow over?
But Ysabella made it so difficult, popping into the office more so, pestering me, hounding me, to the point of harassment, and I am loath to confess that she blackmailed me into sleeping with her again. Why I let it go this far I have no idea, or perhaps I do, I have always thought with my dick, but I knew that this was wrong and that it was going to end in tears.
Mine.
Anyway, this morning I was supposed to have flown out to Ubive, the business administrative institute to meet up with Humphries and other colleagues for a convention which he hoped would put him on the map in the Cegan system. I was booked on a ship that departed at 8.30 hours, there I would meet the rest of the insurance team and together we would plan out the following six-day convention. It did quite surprise me that Humphries wanted me along on this trip, but as I reminded myself he had a personal vendetta against me personally, not my business skills. I grasped this opportunity to impress and try to make amends.
But, would you believe it; I over-slept, having met an off-duty nurse at a bar last night when I popped in for a quiet drink after work. One drink led to another and, with all the good intentions in the world we inevitably spent the best part of the night and early morning in her apartment, sharing a bottle of Leburuan whiskey and each other's bodily fluids. I don't remember returning home nor do I remember climbing into bed, and I certainly don't remember my early morning alarm call. I awoke at 7.45 hours, hung-over and frantic.
In a rushed panic I threw on my suit and dashed out of the apartment block, my briefcase and toiletries bag in hand. Scrambling into my speeder I headed straight for the laneways - and smack bang into mid morning traffic. Wonderful.
I eventually reached the spaceport at 8.40, knowing too well that I had missed my flight - after a frantic search of the schedule board I saw that the next one wasn't set to leave for the Cegan system until 11.30 - just under three hours away. I felt like crying.
Instead, I did a thorough check of all listed and non-listed departures, and through withdrawal symptoms and visions of Humphries wielding a tattered noose I quickly discovered that, bar the 11.30 flight, no ship was scheduled to go anywhere near Ubive, except for a locally run Galactic Transport Omnibus. It would cost a couple of hundred credits and leave at 9.30 - unfortunately it had to make numerous stops on the way, it was, after all, public transport. But it would get me there, eventually, approximately just after 14.30 hours.
Considering that the scheduled 11.30 flight arrived on Ubive at 13.45 I thought I'd feel a lot better actually on the move than waiting around worrying, so without hesitation I paid for the ticket with my credit card and proceeded to the departure gate.
The interior was a lot cleaner than I had imagined, for some reason I had pictured the bus like all modes of public transport, dated and falling apart. I was pleasantly surprised. In fact, I even remembered reading a hiring leaflet from the Omnibus Company boasting about their 'new' shuttles, complete with staff showers and sleeping quarters. Cool. Also, the bus wasn't that full, having the capacity of seating twenty-five customers, only six of us were making the trip, and by the looks of things I'd say I was the only one going all the way to the business conference. (Two Divine Cosmic Spiritual Nuns, a bearded miner in filthy overalls, what I assumed was a teenage runaway, his haversack sat next to him whilst listening to music on earphones, a green scaly humanoid and myself, the 'suit and tie' guy.)
With all passengers aboard and safely strapped in with all main hatches securely sealed the shuttle pulled out of the terminal and slowly hovered along the speedway, positioning itself for imminent blast-off. Before we did, however, the pilot informed us of the various emergency measures and of the numerous stops along the way before thanking us for travelling with Omni Omnibus Transports and wishing us a pleasant flight.
After a brief, couple of minutes the ship began its ascent, slowly at first, until, without warning accelerated to high velocity speed before lifting upwards and blasting into the heavens.
Once we had pulled free of the planet's atmosphere and sped boldly into space I unstrapped myself and decided to freshen up. Entering on of the bathrooms I shaved, brushed my teeth, splashed my face, and staring at my now combed head I reckoned I looked slightly better than I did when I was frantically running around like a headless chicken this morning. Feeling better as well as looking better I suddenly had the brainwave of calling Humphries to inform him of my situation, and to assure him that I was on my way. Sure, he might be pissed that I had missed the 8.30 flight, but better late than never, right?
What an idiotic idea.
I couldn't believe it. Fired. Just like that. And then he cut the connection, leaving me standing in front of a blank vid-link screen.
Well, that was that. Nothing more I could do. Stuck on an Omnibus headed for Ubive I clutched at the faintest of hopes that maybe, just maybe when I reached there that he might reconsider and give me another chance.
Exhausted, not to mention pissed off, I ordered a tea from the on-board food dispenser and slumped back into my seat, deciding there was nothing more to do than to catch up on some much needed sleep. That's if I could sleep.
This whole journey would take just over five hours, I glanced at my watch and it read 10.15. Sighing, I felt my eyes begin to fall, my mind juggling with several pointless questions: what if, what if..?

"Sir? Sir, wake up!"
I was awoken from a dream in which Humphries was chasing me down a never-ending corridor, his daughter Ysabella skipping beside me, giggling. This was really beginning to bug the crap outta me.
"Wake up, sir!"
At first not knowing where I was I opened my eyes and peered up at a beautiful female form that stared nervously at me. Immediately realising I was still on the shuttle I presumed correctly by her uniform and crash helmet that she was the pilot, yet if she was shaking me to inform me that we had reached Ubive then I thought she was being a tad over-enthusiastic.
"I'm awake, I'm awake." I grumbled, rubbing my face. "Are we there?"
"No." she answered. "Er, actually, we've got a slight problem."
"Problem?" I gasped, springing upwards. Looking around me I was surprised to notice that we were the only two left on the transport, the other passengers, I guessed, disembarked at their designated stops.
So what was going on? The ship's stability felt fine, the airlocks (obviously) hadn't blown, far as I could tell we weren't under attack from humanoid, alien or asteroids. So what was she on about?
"Yes, the er, Flux Field containment unit has imploded, I'm afraid we'll never make it as far as Ubive." She explained.
"Wait a minute, is this serious, like could we -?"
"Not really." She replied, smiling uneasy. "With the engine partially damaged we'll never make it as far as the terminus, our best bet is, and this is hoping we don't have a complete systems failure, that we drift to the nearest Repair Station."
"Repair - did you call the Omni terminal? Can't they send out someone to help?"
"They say it would take too long, but that's bullshit, if you'll forgive my language. Besides, they are quite content to let us drift to the R.S, as it is we're only two hours away. I've already contacted them, they're expecting us."
Damn, that's really fucked up my plans with Humphries. Whatever chance I had of persuading him to - nah, who am I kidding, fucker would never have taken me back, not in a million years.
"I can only apologise, sir, for any inconvenience caused. A full refund and - "
"Don't worry about it." I reassured her, smiling. "Not your fault." I've dealt with too many self-righteous assholes that call themselves 'customers' in my time to come down hard on this fretting woman. I personally know some folk who'd demand the resignation of the pilot and would immediately begin procedures to sue the Omnibus Company. Why can't people accept that accidents and genuine mistakes do actually happen?
She seemed relieved, and backing away, said, "Well, I best be getting back to the cockpit, man the controls."
"Is there anything I can do?" I asked her. "I've already slept for a couple of hours and I don't fancy sitting back here on my lonesome doing nothing."
She thought briefly for a moment, biting her bottom lip, before smiling and saying "Sure, why not?"

It was only when I sat next to her in the cockpit that I realised how gorgeously sexy this Omnibus pilot was. Her uniform was a tight, green body suit, with white gloves and boots. Her ample breasts were two firm, round globes that were so wrongly clamped under her jacket. What I could see of her face pleased me, full red lips, blue eyes, a pert little nose. As we chatted I enjoyed guessing what colour and length her hair might be.
The ship's computer had locked onto the Repair station's homing signal, and so, with the minimal of power we drifted effortlessly through space.
Drinking coffee and chatting pleasantly, she said her name was Francesca, and that she had been employed by the Omnibus company for four years now, starting when she was twenty-one. Her Father was a retired pilot, as was her Grandfather, though in those days the buses weren't as sophisticated as they are now, she joked, quoting her Grandfather. Even though her parents never had any boys, she, being the eldest of three girls decided to continue the 'family tradition', and besides, she added, "it was either this or typing some dirty old man's memos all day!"
If she only knew how right she was …
She was shocked to discover that I had recently been fired, and full of apologies when I told her I had boarded the shuttle to plead for my job back. I assured her it was ok, at this stage blame was fruitless. However, I didn't tell her why I was fired, most people either wouldn't believe me or immediately think hat I had indeed been up to something wrong with the bosses daughter! She was, to her credit, polite enough not to ask.
Unlike, however, my boldness. "Francesca, I was just wondering, do you have to wear that helmet all the time?"
"Normally, yes," she smiled, taken unawares. "But considering I don't have to report in to Head Office for the next couple of hours, no, I don't need to. Why?"
"Oh, I was just sitting here trying to guess what colour your hair is, that's all."
"Why Quinton, how forward!" she giggled, as she reached up and, with a flick of her finger switched the magnetic-lock off which held her helmet in place. Grasping each side with both hands she slowly lifted the helmet off her head to reveal a shock of long, purple curls.
"Disappointed?" she saucily asked, adjusting the back of her hair with her hands, her breasts jutting forward.
"Hardly!" I replied, feasting my eyes on her voluptuousness. She was truly stunning. "Purple suits you." I commented.
"Do you think so? It doesn't go too well with the green uniform, though. Luckily I tend to wear my helmet when I'm working."
"And is that the standard uniform?"
"Uh huh. Why?" she smiled.
"Nothing, really, it, er, looks well on you, that's all."
"Really?" she asked. "I think it makes my boobs look too big!" And so saying she ran her hands over her swelling melons, making me break out into a sweat.
"Oh, I wouldn't know about that." I coughed. "They look mighty fine to me!"

"Now why was I expecting that for an answer?" she grinned, getting to her feet to reach over the console to adjust a few switches. Something behind my head bleeped, I turned around briefly then saw Francesca turn to face me, before stepping over my thighs, standing over me.
"Excuse me." She said, bending forward to attend to the bleeping. My face was met with her swelling cleavage, I inhaling her perfumed breasts, feeling the warm glow from them against my face.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you?" I heard her ask from somewhere, thrusting her bosom further into my face. My nose slipped into the valley between them, I couldn't help myself, I kissed her there.
"No, you work away." I managed to say. My hands ran up the side of her hips and cupped her tight ass, her round buttocks feeling soooooo sexy in her latex uniform.
"You seem to have your hands full. " she said.
"You could say that." I replied, gently pinching her firmness, sliding my fingers beneath her ass, and feeling the softness there.
"Mmmmm …" she moaned, squirming in my grasp. "Didn't anyone tell you not to feel up the pilot?"
"I can't say that they did, no." I replied.
The bleeping stopped. "Now, all done." She said, pulling away from me, my hands slipping down her hips once more.
"Are we?" I asked, as she sat on my lap, her knees pressed against my thighs. She removed her gloves, letting them slip to the floor, then tugged at my tie, loosening it, before throwing it to one side.
"Oh no." she said, bending forward, kissing me hard on my mouth, our tongues entwining. Her fingers unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt, one by one, revealing my not-so-hairy chest. "Not by a long shot."
We kissed again, her hands ripping off my shirt, I sucking on her bottom lip as my hands slipped under her gorgeous ass. Suddenly, without warning, she slid downward, her hair and lips tickling my naked chest, and once her knees hit the floor she faced my already bulging groin, and without laying a finger on it she kissed it through the material of my pants.
"Mmmmm," she cooed, smiling up at me. "What have we got here?"
"Allow me." I said, beginning to undo the zip. Playfully she slapped my hand, saying, "Ah-ah! Shuttle-pilot's prerogative!" She undid the zipper with long, nimble fingers and reached inside, and it was only when she undid the top button that she finally pulled my cock free into the opening, all eight and a half inches of throbbing manhood.
"My goodness!" she exclaimed, gently shafting it in her palm.
"Disappointed?" I teased.
"Hardly … " she murmured, lowering her face towards it and lashing out with her tongue, flicking my circumcised knob before wrapping her full wet lips around it, her mouth engulfing me. With a groan I involuntarily arched my hips upward, she opened her mouth further to accommodate me, taking my hard, thick cock deep into the back of her throat, sucking furiously. She swirled her tongue around it, nibbling the underside of my helmet. With slow, deliberate motions she withdrew some of my cock from her mouth before swallowing me again. When she released it again with a liquid pop she held it against her face as she licked and tongued my balls, sucking them, even biting upon the soft hairs there. It felt divine.

With great effort on my part I pulled myself up off the chair, Francesca rising with me. Grinning broadly I reached down and coaxed her upwards, she rose and kissed me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. With my hands roaming all over her luscious body I spun her around, so that she leant over the ship's inoperative console. Stepping out of my pants and underwear I loosened the bottom half of her uniform, and with she wriggling her hips and peering hornily over her shoulder at me I excitedly pulled her leather pants downward, gazing excitedly at her curvaceous ass. Her skimpy, blue thong panties were buried between the moist valley of her buttocks.
"Get these off … " I muttered, kneeling down and, whilst kissing her buttocks and nibbling on the tender flesh there I quickly removed her boots, then concentrated on peeling off her panties. Once Francesca stood semi-naked before me I leant against her, rubbing my great erection between her buttocks. She reached under and fingered herself, carefully parting her wet lips, all the while thrusting her ass back against me. Grasping her hips I positioned my cock at her dripping pussy and gently entered her, feeling her hot tightness wrap heavenly around me, smothering me. She moaned and gasped as I buried myself to the hilt, my balls dangling against the smoothness of her ass. Then we began fucking.
My cock pounded deep into her, every stroke rewarded in squeals from her and grunts from me. Her head bent forward, she suddenly threw it back with a cry of pleasure, her purple curls flaying onto her back. My grip on her hips tightened as I thrust harder into her, feeling her inner muscles squeeze wonderfully around me.
"Want me to lick your pussy?" I asked her, my tongue flicking at the back of her ear.
"Ooh, ooooooh, yeah …" she moaned, as I withdrew from her and practically spun her around. She climbed on top of the console, pulling me towards her, giggling. We kissed again, before I sunk to my hunkers and violently lashed out with my tongue, catching her wet slit. I sought out her clit, found it, then sucked upon the engorged button, all the while flicking it to and fro with my tongue. I orally danced around her glistening, sweet lips, fucking her with my tongue, tasting her, her honey spilling into my kissing mouth.
"That's sooooooooo good …" she dreamily moaned, two of my fingers sliding in and out of her, my tongue continuing it's assault on her clit.
"So sweet …" I sloppily murmured, now caressing her inner thighs as I left her sensitive clit with a last lash of my tongue. I wanted to, no, needed to fuck her again. Badly.
"Put it in, put it in …" she ordered me, as I rubbed her clit with the top of my cock. With slippery ease I re-entered her, enjoying the sensation of her velvet hotness clamping me, and again began a steady, pulsing rhythm. We kissed, she sucking on my pussy-juiced tongue.
"Lemme see your titties." I asked her, starting to unzip her jacket.
"You wanna see my babies?" she replied, her legs wrapping themselves around me.
"Oh yeah, big time!" I said. It was difficult at first, but once her zip broke free I pulled her jacket open and there they were, bound tightly together in a small, lacy black bra, pink nipples bursting through the material. I immediately cupped them, squeezing their weight in my palms, then tugged the bra downwards, popping her beauteous melons free.

"Gorgeous!" I exclaimed, quickening my pace, leering wide eyed as her breasts wobbled to my thrusts, shaking magnificently. Francesca lay back, panting and groaning, one arm out-stretched and clasping the back off my head, her eyes closed and mouth agape, her face tensed and reddening.
"Don't stop! Don't - I'm coming, I'm - " And her body rocked as her orgasm washed over her, seemingly jolting her with electric shocks. She pulled me tighter towards her, her arms wrapped around my neck, her hands clawing at my sweat-drenched hair.
My own climax was rapidly building; I could feel the tingling sensation building inevitably inside of me. My cock swelled inside her, oh fuck I was gonna cum!
"Not inside me!" she exclaimed, as I then withdrew and shafted my sticky cock, she slipping beneath me. I slid in between her heavenly pillows, she squeezing them together, encasing them around me. I thrust once, twice, then let fly my load, splashing her throat and bare shoulders with hot, sticky cum.
"Ooooh, baby!" she smiled, as the last drops of semen oozed out of me, I shaking it onto her nipples. Falling back onto the pilot's seat, exhausted, she bent her head forward and took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around my sagging dick, sucking the gooey remnants of my orgasm from me.
Panting, I tenderly rubbed her purple curls with my hands. "Man!" I sighed, staring down at her as she left a trail of cum from my cock to her tongue before smacking her lips together. She rose and sat on my lap, back where we started, and embraced.
Then we kissed, deeply.

Afterwards, dressed, refreshed, drinking ice-cold sodas (no alcohol was allowed aboard public shuttles) we sat in the musky smelling cockpit flirting like school-children as we observed a distant, tiny asteroid become larger and larger as the Omnibus slowly approached the Repair station. According to Francesca's calculations it would take six minutes before we reached the station, and a further three for the tractor-beam to pull the drifting transport safely onto the landing pad. She also explained to me that though the station was built on solid rock and that though it seemed one was walking on an asteroid in the middle of space several Magnetic Isoton Spheres that orbited the asteroid created a stable and oxygen based atmosphere. An old yet genius devise used for mining barren moons or much larger asteroids, it was also put into good use for small out-post businesses like this.
In my line of work, rather, my old employment one dealt with all types of insurance policies, from tiny firearms to Deep-Space vessels, and though I had drawn up numerous forms on businesses using the MIS this was the first time I had actually witnessed the process in motion. It seemed frightening, just landing on a flattened platform approximately thirty metres long, surrounded by actual asteroid, and worse still when Francesca and I descended the lowered ramp and 'into' outer space. It was like being in one of those Galactorium Image Centres where one can, through the magic of holographic images 'walk' through dazzling Galaxies and spiralling Nebulas. But this, the real thing, was breathtaking.
"So this is really your first time on one of these?" Francesca asked me.
"Yes." I replied, my voiced croaked with awe.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" she continued. "I must admit I don't know - "
"But is it safe?" I demanded to know, knowing all too well that it was, having never heard of disasters about or around the MIS. They were even built with motion-sensors to avoid trailing pieces of comet dust or lone space-rock fragments which could smash into the devises. But reading about them from a desk is one thing, to actually get out there and experience it for yourself is a different matter altogether.
"Of course it's safe!" she assured me. "The whole thing is secured with a Quasi-Ion force field which keeps the air in and meteors out - hey!" she called, waving to a middle-aged fat guy who was leaving the garage complex and slowly approaching us. He was wearing dark, oily overalls, thick leather boots and a red cap with the caption CLIVE'S printed across it. Unshaven, he chomped on a huge cigar that from here I couldn't see if it was lit or not.
"So you finally got here?" he said, wiping his oil stained hands with a cloth before slipping them into his pockets.
"Right on time." Francesca replied.
"Now don't tell me - Flux Field Containment imploded?" he asked.
"You got it." She said.
"Yep, these buckets could never handle that amount of plasmatic energy." He said, running his hands over the shuttle's hull. "Big mistake. You put that amount of plasmatic energy through one of these engines, never mind what type of containment you have, sooner or later the damn thing will shut down. Every time." Slipping his hands back into his pockets he turned back round to us and added, "Good part of my custom is fixing the Flux Field on these. Still, that's what I'm here for."
"How long will it take?" Francesca asked him.
"Oh, I'd say the best part of four hours."
"Four hours?" she gasped.
"Sure, four hours! These Omnibus engines were never the easiest to get to, you know, even with droids!"
"I suppose …" she sighed.
"Now, tell you what." He said, motioning to the complex with his head. "You go inside there and make yourselves comfy, help yourselves to some coffee. Let me and the boys here do all the work."
A pair of maintenance droids appeared from the building, a tall, silver power-droid on tracks and its companion, a hovering, black plated circular thing with multiple metal appendages of which bore countless different types of tools. As they hummed past us Clive tapped his com-link strapped to his wrist.
"Blasted girl must have her communicator off." He said, grimacing. "Say, would you mind having a look around inside for my niece? Tell her she's needed out here."
"Sure." We agreed, and together we headed inside.
The interior was approximately the size of a small warehouse, with several shuttle sized space-craft and ship's engines dangling from the ceiling by chains and hooks or resting on mechanical levers. Numerous droids worked undisturbed on a collection of these parts, efficiently performing their designated tasks.
To the right of us as we entered was a small waiting room, complete with self-service catering. Probably only a coffee dispenser and stale rock cakes, I mused. A joining bathroom and private vid-link booth lay next door. All the comforts of home.
"Quinton," Francesca said. "I've got to use the bathroom then make a call back to base. Would you..?"
"Sure." I answered, feeling like a nose around anyway. "See you inside, hot-stuff!" She let out an "Oh!" of exclamation as I reached across and pinched her ass, she almost blushing as she skipped away.
Making my way into the garage and calling out 'Hello?' I stepped over engine parts; containers half full with dirty oil, discarded tools that littered the floor and strolled passed busy droids of various descriptions. On receiving no answer I called out again, and when I heard no human reply through the clatter and whir of machinery I approached a two metre high, bipedal droid, and tapping it on it's metallic shoulder asked it did it know where Clive's niece was?
"Operating on the Tsell model." It replied, and not knowing what a Tsell model looked like I asked it to be more specific. It almost sighed with impatience.
"Go to the very back of the complex." It continued. "She is operating on the very last engine on the left hand side."
Feeling a tad inferior compared to that walking computer with an attitude I decided not to thank it and felt better for it, carefully making my way to the far wall of the garage. On reaching the hanging piece of machinery the droid mentioned I looked up at the Tsell model, and realised that it was the severed front section of a light wing fighter ship, a ship once used by the Oded Defence Legion before abandoning it for an improved craft. I idly wondered how such an antique fighter ship got out this far into deep space.
"Hello?" I called out, looking around me. Clive's niece was nowhere to be seen. Had she taken a break or something, disappearing without the Metal-Professor over there realising?
Straining to see into the hallowed section of the hanging piece I stepped backwards, foolishly not looking where I was walking, my elbow knocking into a remote control-pad, causing the above holding chains to suddenly drop downward with a noisy jolt, forcing the severed section to tilt forward. Immediately I heard a squeal as a human form suddenly descended from the forward section, landing directly onto me. We fell backwards.
At first I couldn't see anything, my vision blurred. My left hand was wrapped around what seemed to be a small waist, my right hand, I believed, was clutching a smooth, round buttock. Convinced I had banged my head as we hit the floor and knocked my sight for six I relaxed, resting it onto the garage floor. How surprised I was when my sight returned and that I was staring into a gorgeous, though oil-stained cleavage!
"Dammit, what happened?"
Leaving her heaving breasts I looked upwards at this becoming young woman, my eyes feasting on her supple neck and throat, peering into her beautiful, smiling face. Her eyes were big and blue, her nose small and cute, her mouth red and wide, revealing pearly white teeth. Her blonde hair was clipped upwards, hidden beneath a tattered blue CLIVE'S cap. Though she wore oily overalls and smelled of dirty, greasy lubricants, I could almost taste her faint, sweet perfume.
"Hello." I said. "Can I take it that you're Clive's niece?"
"Yep!" she answered brightly. "Why, does he need me?"
"Uh huh, outside. There's an Omnibus which needs - "
"Flux Field Containment?" she inquired knowingly.
"You betcha." I replied, trying hard not to focus on her swelling breasts that hung so tempting around my face. She was also sitting just above my groin, her buttocks resting against my raised thighs. Please don't embarrass yourself, Quinton …
As if unaware of our 'awkward' position she continued telling me of the difficulties of repairing Flux Field implosions and, though certainly not boring me I felt it was time for us to be properly introduced. "Er, my name's Quinton." I said, interrupting her.
Seemingly muddled, she stopped in mid-sentence. "Oh. Um, I'm Leanna."
"A pleasure, Leanna, and even though I would gladly sit here all day chatting do you think you could..?"
"Oh! Yes! Of course!" she said, climbing off me. She then helped me to my feet, I silently admiring her strength. Brushing my now filthy suit she assisted me, stepping closer and sweeping oil matted dust from my shoulders. She also kindly offered to clean my suit free of charge, something that I politely refused, considering I had nothing else to wear!
"We can give you a set of overalls, just like these." She said, motioning to the light brown pair she so curvaceously wore. I assured her it was quite all right, and as we headed for the entrance I refrained from commenting that probably wouldn't fit me quite as well as they did her.
"So, are you the pilot?" she inquired.
"No, just a passenger. The pilot, Francesca, is lurking around here somewhere."
"I didn't think you looked like a pilot." She added, smiling at me.
"Oh? So what do I look like?"
"Someone important, special." She said.
"Maybe once." I mused, and then quickly added. "Your Uncle says it'll take about four hours to repair the ship?"
"Yes, about that." She replied, solemnly.
When we reached the entrance we saw Clive waiting by the Omnibus with a scanning devise in his hand. On seeing our approach he tapped a final sequence of digits into the reader before slipping it away.
"Leanna, come on, you've no time for chit-chat. Work to be done!" he called to her.
"Yes, Uncle." She replied, before turning to me and saying, "I'll probably see you later, Quinton?"
"Sure, look forward to it." I genuinely replied. And with a broad smile upon her lips she backed away and dashed towards her Uncle, who stared at me, expressionless.

Once inside the bright, fairly cosy café/waiting area, which contained three tables and benches each side of the room I helped myself to some coffee and slid into the seat of a bench at the top end of the café. I assumed Francesca was still either in the bathroom or making that call to her employers, and suddenly the thought of employers and employees brought me back down to earth as I sat alone wondering what the hell I was going to do with my life.
Back to insurance, only this time with a different firm? With my qualifications and experience it wouldn't be a problem finding a new position, but contemplating now on the light of what happened I didn't seem to find it particularly appealing.
So, what? Advertising? Sales? Taxes? Omnibus pilot? Yet I was leaping ahead of myself. What I really should be concerned about is what I was going to do once I reached Ubive. Hang out there, possibly meet up with some colleagues, buy a few beers, and visit some of those underground Ubivian sex clubs? But would I be welcomed with open arms? Humphries didn't take too well to disgraced ex-employees fraternising with his staff, no matter what the circumstances. No, that visit to Ubive didn't sound too appealing.
So thinking about it, I reckoned the best thing to do was book passage with Francesca and head for home. But then what?
Going over these tedious questions in my head I didn't see Francesca leave the vid-booth and enter the waiting room. As the door opened I turned round to see who had entered - I was shocked to see she was slightly trembling, an unsure smile upon her lips.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I immediately asked her, sliding off the bench and springing next to her. I took her in my arms and she leaned against my shoulder.
"I, er, I just quit my job!" she giddily exclaimed, as I helped her into the seat, I sitting opposite her. She took a mouthful of my coffee, swallowing hard. "I called them and informed them that we were at the Repair Station." She went on. "They were inquiring about any passengers, and when I told them of you and how you were fine they seemed relieved, but then I added that if it had been someone else then the Company could have been in a lot of hot water."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, I said that if the Field Flux Containments keep imploding then one of these days a very irate customer will take the Company to court and they could lose millions."
"What did they say to that?"
"That's just it, they didn't say anything. They thanked me for my concerns and said that several inspectors would be waiting for me when we reach Ubive to 'brief me on Omnibus policy'. That can only mean one thing, Quinton, suspension."
"Suspension? But that's ridiculous, Francesca, surely they realise that you were only acting in their best interests?"
"Not this company, I'm sorry to say. They don't expect complaints or their staff to rock the boat. They have fired others for much less, believe me."
"But that's - "
"I know, I mean, I just lost it for a second, I'm sick and tired of hearing and been treated like shit, that my so-called complaints or suggestions for that matter go ignored. These fuckers don't give a shit about any of their workers, far as they're concerned they want to make top credit on as little as possible, and if we don't like it screw us, there's plenty more out there looking for work."
"Yeah but, don't you have a Union to take care of you?"
She rasped her lips together. "They abolished that the year I joined, I've never known a Union, unlike my Father."
"Yeah, your Father, what's he gonna say?"
"He won't understand." She meekly said. "Things have changed dramatically since he was there last. But he doesn't want to hear it."
A moment passed.
"So how did you quit, in a blaze of glory?" I asked her.
"No, more subtly than that!" she giggled. "Instead of screaming like the stereotypical female they're used to dealing with I merely smiled, raised my middle finger and calmly said 'Fuck you!' Before they had a chance to reply I disconnected the vid-link!"
"Ha! Good for you!" I grinned, before quickly adding, "But what about their ship?"
"Fuck 'em, they owe me as much!" she slyly smiled.
"What, you're gonna keep it?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, why the hell not?" she said, bending forward and kissing me. "Now, sir, you see before you a free, horny woman with her own Omnibus - is there any part of the Galaxy where you'd like me to fuck your brains out?"
"I'll be sure to let you know - " I began, and then suddenly gasped as she climbed on top of the table, shoving with her hand the cup of coffee and other table contents onto the floor, a look of pure unadulterated lust in her eyes. She grabbed my head and drove her tongue deep into my mouth, I sucking on it as she clawed at my pants, unzipping me. She pulled my semi-erect cock into the open, pulling on it, I growing harder in her hand. She then broke away from me and tugged at her uniform, unzipping herself, her gorgeous titties sprouting forth, barely held together with that sexy blue bra of hers. I reached up to squeeze her breasts as she pulled her green uniform from her shoulders, tweaking her nipples, kneading her warm flesh in my palms.
Knowing it would be too awkward to slip from the entire bodysuit Francesca jumped down from the table and, the uniform pulled down to her knees beckoned me towards her, I sliding out from the seat, erection bobbing in the air.
"What if someone -?" I asked nervously. Making love in public places was never my thing.
"Just fuck me!" she ordered me, grabbing my sleeve and pulling me towards her. I stood behind my horny pilot and positioned my cock to her wet slit, with difficulty I managed to penetrate her, my cock suddenly deep within her tight, wet pussy. There was no time for subtleness; she backed against me as I promptly did as I was told - I fucked her brains out, my hips a blur as I thrust long, hard and deep into her. She was obviously enjoying herself.
"Fuck, yeah, that feels so good!" she moaned, reaching underneath her to stroke her clit with her finger. I could feel her fingernails scrape my thick cock occasionally as she frantically fingered her clit, mouthing her groans of pleasure into the coffee stained table.
"Don't stop, Quinton, don't - stop, - " she warned me, her muffled cried suddenly amplified as I grabbed her hair and stretched her head back. With my other hand I slapped her buttock, my open palm leaving a red mark on her ass. She let out an approving groan.
The table shook as our writhing bodies thrashed together, she gripping the side of it as I slammed my cock deep into her wet puss. If the table hadn't been screwed to the floor I'm pretty sure it would have bounced across the room with us on it
THWACK! I slapped her again, then again, spurning my slutty pilot on, wanting her to cum for me, to cum on my cock. My balls smacked against her ass as I drove my cock deep into her tight, wet pussy, her finger rubbing her clit with a ferocious determination. As I slapped her again, telling her to cum for me, I felt her pussy contract then suddenly grip my cock, the sensation not unpleasant, let me tell you.
"Cum, slut, cum for me!" I told her, feeling her body tensing then shaking violently, Francesca letting out an orgasmic howl as her climax washed over her, all her pent-up aggression and frustrations with her Company suddenly and pleasurably expelled.
And within seconds I followed her, withdrawing from her soaking pussy to pull on my glistening cock, my eyes focused on her gorgeous ass and oozing honey pot, she peering back at me, gripping her cheeks apart.
"Oooooh yeah, baby, cum on my ass!" she cooed, as I grunted before letting fly a torrent of hot, creamy cum, jets of silver splattering her ass, rolling down her hot, round buttocks.
I was quite content to stand over Francesca like this, my drooping, dribbling cock smeared against her ass, her body softly heaving beneath mine, I happy to feel her lift and rise within my arms, when a droid's voice rudely interrupted us. It was the droid I bumped into earlier, its body halfway into the waiting area.
"This is not appropriate behaviour, will you kindly unhand that woman and take your seats, please." It pointed out.
All we could do was laugh.

After an hour of discussing the advantages and disadvantages of our current situation we finally decided that neither of us wanted to return home - what was there for us apart from another 8-6 repetitive job, the spirit-crushing daily routine and the horrors of the inevitable guilt and regret?
Unlike me Francesca was close to her parents, she would call them, sometime, and explain her decision. They wouldn't understand, they would plead her to come home, but she expected that. Besides, if she returned she'd have to apologise to the company, explain her actions to both employers and her Father, who, she assumed, would try and use his influence to reinstate her, only to fail embarrassingly. It made her shudder just thinking about it.
So it was agreed.
We were going to throw caution to the wind (and not to mention common sense) and blast into the great Galaxy together, venturing the vast unexplored cosmos that would surely become a ravenously hot fuck-frenzy!
We'd use the Omnibus as transport for the time being - bearing in mind that we were stealing private property, we did plan to dump the ship anonymously in the next civilised city once our various credit accounts were transacted and purchase a more sleeker, faster model. We'd visit places we've always dreamed of visiting, we'd do whatever the fuck we wanted and answer to no one, and when the credits run out well, there are always options for the desperate travellers! (No, I don't wish to go into that just yet)
On approaching the Omnibus I marvelled at the star speckled, picturesque blackness of space and for the first time in I can't begin to remember I felt wonderful, alive.
Were we mad? Probably. Were we happy? Extremely. Were we engaged? Let's not go that far.
3 hours and fifteen minutes had elapsed as we strode up the ramp into the Omnibus. I had made a conscious decision to rid myself once and for all of this damned prisoner-of-war suit - Francesca said she had a spare uniform on board which would do me until I had the opportunity to get some decent threads. She also came up with the brilliant idea of adding a couple of thousand credits tip onto Clive's bill which would be forwarded to the Omni Company.
Such a wicked, adorable young woman!
The uniform was locked in a cabinet in the back of the cockpit. Francesca said she had to check out the system-fuel-stabilisers or something, with a gentle pinch of her gorgeous ass that resulted in her letting out a cheeky 'Oh!' I left her and headed towards the back of the ship. Reaching the cabinet I unlocked it and pulled the uniform into view. I looked at it; it was green.
Hmmm, maybe not, I mused.
Then I heard it. A muffled noise; coming from one of the rear of the ship, into the bowels of engineering. It didn't sound like the laborious noise of maintenance droids or the busy whistling of astro-mechanics, it sounded like … shouting?
I called Francesca and hushed her as she came towards me. Could she hear anything out of the ordinary? She shook her head, but I followed my ears, walking stealthy up the aisle towards the rear and, when I heard nothing more I was about to put it down to low pitches of sensory readings or something similar. Only I hear it again.
Only this time it was louder, and more distinctive. And it definitely sounded like shouting, and something else … sobbing?
Francesca silently closed next to me, her expression asking me what was going on and what should we do about it? Maybe Leanna had hurt herself in an accident, or, or …
We moved closer to engineering, only a thick hatch standing between us and whatever was going on behind there. I put my ear to the steel plated door and listened attentively.
"Well, what is it?" Francesca asked.
"I can't make it out, I - "
"For fuck's sakes, it is my ship!" she said, slamming her palm off the hatch panel, the door hissing before swiftly lifting upwards. To our horror we saw who was shouting, and who was doing the sobbing.
Clive stood over a trembling Leanna, who squatted on the filthy floor between two hydro-fuel generators, her hand raised defensively as he bellowed down upon her, his hand gripping a metal rod threateningly. Both he and Leanna suddenly grew silent as they peered at their uninvited audience, Clive immediately spinning round to confront us.
"This is not your concern, so turn the fuck around and get out."
"What's going on?" I asked him.
"None of your damn business; now get the fuck out!"
"Leanna, are you ok?" Francesca asked her, approaching her. Clive stood in front of his niece and palmed the metal rod. "She's fine." He told her.
"Then I'll ask you leave my ship," Francesca began, taking a step closer. "Leanna can stay here, I want to - "
Clive suddenly took a swing at her with the rod, narrowly missing her head by inches. She ducked then rolled out of the way. Which is when I leapt upon the maniac. We fell to the floor, I stabbing punches into his rib cage, winding him. Not enough, though - he drew his knee upwards and knocked me onto my back, I landing on the floor with a thump. He immediately bore down on me with the rod, aiming for my face. Luckily I rolled to my right, the rod clanging off the oil-stained floor, causing sparks to fly. Before I had a chance to get up he stomped on me with his boot, pinning me there. I struggled to free myself, clawing his thick calf, he readying to crush my head with the rod. He would have done so too if I hadn't swung both my legs back, bringing them forward so that the heels of my shoes caught him squarely in his chest, he tumbling backwards. He let go off the rod, it falling away from his reach, Francesca kicking it to one side of the room. Roaring like an angry bull he charged for me, his body tensed; ready to crush me if he got his hands on me. I had no choice, I used the oldest trick in the book - I brought my foot squarely between his legs, catching him in his groin. He let out a howl before dropping pathetically to his knees, whimpering softly.
"Bastard!" Leanna screamed, she suddenly beside me, lashing out with a clenched fist, catching him in his jaw, Clive groaning before tumbling to the floor …

It didn't look as she hit him that hard, but Clive was unconscious for a few moments. It was all we needed. We dragged him from the ship to his office where we stripped him fully naked, tying him tightly to his chair. He wouldn't freeze nor starve, I was assured, as Leanna knew of an imminent Jallia shuttle arrival later that day. Won't they be surprised?
Raiding his office I took his wallet and the petty cash, amounting to some 1600 hundred credits in all. There were also a couple of six packs of beer stored in his personal cooler. Come to Papa!
Carrying the last of the beer from his office he began to stir. On seeing me he mouthed foul obscenities, coarse, empty threats that meant nothing. He then began sobbing, calling for Leanna, pleading for her to forgive him. Not wanting to hear another word from him I taped his mouth closed, his wet, wide eyes gazing at me with desperation. Without a word I left him there, resisting the urge to beat him senseless.
Aboard the Omnibus I placed the beer down and looked up as Francesca and Leanna stepped out from the bathroom, both of them giving me a smile.
"She's coming with us." Francesca said matter-of-factly, confirming what she and I had previously hoped. We were determined not to leave her behind with her abusive Uncle.
"That's … if you don't mind?" Leanna asked me meekly.
I took her in my arms and kissed her fully on her mouth. "I suppose so …" I joked, she giggling, I holding her closer to me.
"Leanna has a few things to get from the station," Francesca told me. "Would you go with her while I get the ship ready for take off?"
Quickly, adamantly, she raced into the complex to collect her valuables and meagre possessions. I assisted her, admiring her strength as she ignored her squirming Uncle who twisted in his chair, silently trying to get her attention.
On our second trip back to the station she walked into her Uncle's office where his great bulk protruded through the ropes that held him onto the chair. She stood over him, silently staring at his hairy, over-weight frame.
"You're never going to see me again, Uncle," she said, curling her lips at him. "You piece of shit, I hope you rot in Hell." And with that she spun around and brushed past me, marching towards the ship.
Convinced that we had taken care of everything, we strapped ourselves in as the Omnibus lifted off the platform, leaving behind a pivotal point in our journey together and into the welcoming comfort of cold, dark space.

Relaxing in the passenger seats, the ship on autopilot, Leanna, freshly showered and wearing a bathrobe she took from the station told us her brief yet tragic story. Her parents had been killed in a freak accident when the ship's heat shields they were in failed to activate just as they were re-entering their home planet's atmosphere. They were pulverised immediately. At the time she was 16, and social services thought it best to send her to her only living relative, her Uncle Clive.
She always had an interest in astro-mechanics, so by working for him she could pay her way, save some cash and simultaneously learn a trade. For the first couple of years, she said, he was fine; he actually helped her grieve the loss of her parents, and encouraged her with her apprenticeship. Yet business wasn't great, it started to slack off, and Uncle Clive soon got into debt. He got angry, real angry, hitting the droids at first, and then he started to hit her…
"He wouldn't hit my face," she continued. "Customers often told him I was the only reason they did business with him that he should 'look after' his asset, so he used to beat me with his belt around my back."
"Did he ever … touch you?" Francesca asked.
"No, never. Think he only lusted after money, if the truth were known."
"Bastard …" Francesca muttered.
"Listen, he didn't beat me every day, it's not as if he chained me in a basement and starved me. He had … a temper, and occasionally he'd take it out on me, is all." she said, softly.
"It still gave him no right to hurt you, Leanna." I told her.
"Quinton's right, Leanna. The guy was scum."
"I often tried to buy passage off the station, but no one would take me seriously. I even seduced some of them, having quick sex in the back of the work floor in a vain attempt for them to sweep me off my feet and take me away from all this. But he found out what I was doing and chased the customers away."
"But couldn't you have stolen a ship and - " I asked her.
"I can't fly. He wouldn't teach me, you see."
"I'll teach you!" Francesca said. "Everyone should know how to fly."
"Listen, you guys, I can't tell you how grateful I am," she began.
"Hey, forget about it, we're only glad to help." I reassured her.
"Where are you going, by the way?" she asked.
Francesca and I gave each other a quizzical look. "Erm, we haven't decided that as yet." I replied, and then it was Leanna's turn to look puzzled. "I don't understand."
Francesca began telling her of how we met, how I was sacked, how she quit, how we decided to give everyone the finger and blast off into the great unknown. Leaving out the juicy part, of course.
"Just like that?" Leanna said, awe-struck.
"You betcha." I answered.
"So you've known each other for what, a day?"
"Maybe less." Francesca said.
"And when you were in the waiting room was that the first time you fucked?" she smiled.
Francesca and I looked flabbergasted at one another. "You, erm, saw that?" I asked.
"Uncle sent me out for some parts while we were fixing your ship. Jeez, the noise you guys were making!"
Francesca blushed. "No, not the first time."
"It was a spur-of-the-moment thing," I offered.
"You guys looked hot, you really turned me." Leanna went on.
"You should have felt it from my end," Francesca said, the nasty slut. "God, he has such a big, delicious cock!"
Now it was my turn to become embarrassed. "Erm, I'm sure what she means is - "
"No, what I mean is that you have indeed a big, delicious cock and I'm sure Leanna would love to share it with me, wouldn't you, pumpkin?"
"You betcha!" she replied, before asking, "That's if Quinton is up to it?"

Like sharing a fat candy stick Francesca and Leanna slurped and sucked upon my cock, taking turns to stuffing it into their hot mouths, nibbling on my mushroomed knob with full red lips and probing, rolling tongues. I lay stretched out on one of the passenger's seats, staring down at the pair of them as they fingered and tongued my balls, licking the length of my cock and pulling affectionately upon it.
"Oh fuck, yeah, suck it …" I moaned, Francesca continuing to suck noisily on my throbbing erection as Leanna rose and kissed me, licking my tongue as her hands roamed over my bare chest, gently pinching my nipples. Standing on the seat she squatted over me and presented her wet pussy to my mouth. She was beautiful; lily white skin, full, firm breasts, a flat tummy and curvaceous hips, between her legs was a dash of bright, golden curls. Hungrily I sought out her clit, my tongue working it's way into every soft crevice, prising apart her folds to stub repeatedly at her hard, pink flesh, coaxing it from it's hiding place and licking it into sensitive willingness.
"That's nice… " She breathed, pushing down on me, gently thrusting herself against my lapping tongue. I held her slim wait, sucking the warm juices that flowed from her like thick honey, involuntarily raising my own hips into Francesca's gulping mouth, who swallowed my cock with lustful gusto.
Lifting her wet pussy from my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva dangling from her shiny pubic hair to my bottom lip Leanna slipped down to where Francesca continued to orally consume me, her cheeks puffed with my cock. Offering it to her Leanna sucked me, rolling her tongue around the thick hammerhead, and wouldn't let go of it as I climbed off the seat, determined to fuck this gorgeous blonde creature.
Withdrawing from her mouth, I placed her back against the seat and positioned myself between her legs which tightly clamped me as I slowly entered her, feeling her hot, tight, silk-like flesh deliciously envelope me. Francesca bent forward and kissed her, their tongues entwined, and through wet, burning kisses asked her, "Tell me, what does it feel like?"
"It's wonderful, …" she moaned, returning her kisses. "He's so …"
"Big?" Francesca inquired.
"Mmmmmm, yes … " she groaned, as I began thrusting into her, holding her ankles in my grip and pounding deep into her. She fingered her clit, moaning lowly into Francesca's sensuous mouth. Her breasts shook violently with each thrust of my cock, seemingly wobbling with life of their own. Francesca saw this and, leaving Leanna's mouth took her right nipple between her lips and sucked deliciously upon it, gently nibbling it with her teeth.
Withdrawing from Leanna's sopping pussy I helped her to her feet, she immediately fell to her knees and took me into her mouth. Stretching back on the seat I beckoned Francesca to mount me, who reached across and kissed me before squatting in front of me. I felt Leanna's mouth leave me before the welcoming wet kiss of Francesca's pussy sucked my cock deep into her as she impaled herself on my erection. Without hesitation I began thrusting upwards.
"Oh fuck, yeah!" Francesca groaned, jumping up and down upon me. I couldn't see but I suspected that Leanna knelt between our open legs, licking and fingering Francesca's clit as my cock darted into her. She was beside herself with lust, squealing and gasping as I fucked her, thrusting harder with each lengthy stroke. Her breasts shook magnificently, I reaching around and steadying them, cupping them.
Coming up with a sleazy idea I lifted Francesca off me, she leaving my long, thick sticky cock reluctantly. I placed her on her back on the seat, so that her legs rested against the passenger window and her head next to my legs, her purple curls spilling around her. Kissing and fondling Leanna I placed her over Francesca, so that her ass was over Francesca's face. I teasingly slapped my cock across her giggling mouth, her tongue licking upwards. Suddenly her expression changed as Leanna made contact with her rich, silky cooze, her blonde hair covering her head that was buried between Francesca's legs.
Standing behind Leanna's rounded ass I entered her, filling her tight wet pussy with my throbbing cock. I violently fucked her, grasping her hips, she groaning into Francesca's pussy. I pulled her blonde curls back, her head lifted upwards, she gasping with sexual delight.
Occasionally I would ease my pace, withdrawing from Leanna's sticky quim to be tongued and sucked by a mesmerised Francesca, before re-entering the sloppy tightness and continuing my pace.
And this I repeated, vigorously fucking the moaning Leanna, pinching her supple ass, then withdrawing for Francesca to suck and flick her tongue over my knob. It was heaven, too much for one mortal man - I wanted to cum badly.
With a sloppy 'plop' I withdrew from Leanna, pulling frantically upon my glistening length. Resting my cock in the smooth valley of her ass I let out a deep-throated groan as I let fly a torrent of hot, creamy cum, it splashed against Leanna's ass and ran down her pussy onto the lapping tongue of Francesca, who slurped and licked the thick, salty trails.
Leanna lifted herself off Francesca and spun round, lying on top of her. Together they kissed, before I introduced my wet, floppy cock between their mouths, which they shared in a sticky, sloppy mess of swirling tongues and gurgled cum …

So, that's my story.
Or rather, the beginning of it. I must admit that the thought of leaping into the great unknown with Francesca and Leanna, my two gorgeous, horny fuck-slut companions, enthrals me. Who knows what star-blasting, spine-tingling, pussy-dripping, nipple sucking, cock-spurting, breathtaking adventures awaited us?
Well, for the time being, we had a vague idea. Francesca suggested that we pop back 'home' to pay my sweetest pal Ysabella, that spoilt, poisonous bitch a surprise visit. Apparently, for some mysterious reason our two voluptuous heroines were determined to meet this 'snobby little tart with the pierced labia!'
Oh, what glorious fun days!

The End.

Any comments or suggestions are welcomed by the author who can be contacted at bacteria13@hotmail.com