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"I'm certain Neira's IT specialist will be able to doctor the holos to look like we've been roughed up a bit. But I'll gladly kneel down in front of you."

Brandishing the scanner, I went to a knee. Jenala spread her legs and sank back onto the mattress.

"That's a lewd image if I've ever seen one," I said, running the scanner along the inside of her thigh. If I moved my head just a little, I could kiss her nethers.

"I thought you'd appreciate the view," she said. Her hand caressed down her stomach, stopping just short of her sex. "Also, I think I owe you for not throwing me to Nemex."

I moved the scanner along her foot and up the outside of the leg. "Nah, the guy was a douchebag. No need for that."

"Well, then let's say our shared experience at Stardust has piqued my interest and I'd like to see what the two of us could do together. How does that sound?"

"Much more honest." I leaned in and pecked a soft kiss onto the inside of her thigh, causing her to gasp in surprise. I noticed her hand moving but, before her fingers could touch me, I stood up and woke the auto-doc. According to the information the scanner had gathered, Jenala's ankle was as good as new. I synthesized a chem-stick to dissolve the bandage Najali had placed around the injured joint and turned back to my client. She had pulled her feet up onto the mattress edge and was caressing herself.

"I could come back later if you want to play with yourself," I said.

"I was hoping you'd join me," Jenala purred. She lowered one knee and allowed me to watch as she slowly inserted two fingers into herself. "Sorry. I'm especially easy to arouse in the morning. Seeing you prance around in your undergarments doesn't really help, not after what we have seen each other do." Her eyes met mine before wandering down my body. The memory of her wrestling with Decima's rod -- and later riding it -- caused my own cock to stir.

All my instincts screamed at me to turn and leave the cabin, keep up my guard and her at arm's length. You don't fuck your clients, you don't fuck your associates. I broke my rules once for Neira and look where that got me.

But Jenala wasn't Neira and we had crossed the simple transporter/client line the moment we entered Club Stardust. Considering Neira's plan could go horribly wrong and someone could trigger the damn Nano-Shot any moment, there was little reason for me to behave like a fucking Ascetic for what remained of my life. I chucked the chem-stick onto the nightstand.

Before I knew it, my briefs were gone. I knelt on the mattress next to Jenala's head and caressed along her toned body, from the stomach up to her breasts. Her nipples went hard even before I touched them. A heartbeat later, I could feel her breath on my cock. With gleaming eyes, Jenala closed her fingers around it.

"Ah, much easier to handle," she whispered before taking the tip into her mouth. She closed her eyes and -- I kid you not -- slowly tasted my rod, trying licks at different heights before dragging the tip of her tongue along the glans.

"Still data-gathering?" I asked her. My hand moved down her body and for the first time, I touched her sex. There wasn't even a hint of stubble. If she ever had pubes, they had been taken care of without regrowing. Her moist lips almost seemed to kiss my fingers as I caressed along them.

Jenala chuckled around my tip before letting me pop free. Her eyes snapped open. "You have to understand. Decima's toy -- as fun as it was -- only was a synthetic approximation of a male penis. Yours is the first real one I'm experiencing."

"Probably won't taste as nice as hers," I muttered, a bit self-consciously.

"It tastes a lot like how you smell. And I happen to like your personal fragrance." She pulled herself up onto one elbow and kissed my crotch, inhaling deeply and murmuring something which got lost against my skin. She then released me and crawled further onto the bed. "Join me. We can perform simultaneous xenobiological studies. Unless you want to go ahead and fuck me straight away."

"You have a highly conflicting way of phrasing your wishes," I said. "Sometimes you use very cool, scientific terms, the next you're almost brutally blunt."

"I'm adapting," Jenala said, giggling. "So, shall we do it? Do you want me from behind, like you did Thayris?" She looked utterly devastating, her hair a mess and a dirty grin on her lips. Also her arousal caused her usually pale skin to flush, giving her a very lively appearance. "Or do you want me to lick your balls first? I still don't know why anyone would do that."

I shuffled up the mattress to reclaim my position next to her head. "It's not a formal part of foreplay, if that's what you're asking," I explained. "The male testicles and the sac containing them are very sensitive and when one mouth occupies the rod, the testicles -- or balls -- are also a way for a second lover to give pleasure."

"Ah, knowledge," Jenala said, trapping one of my balls between her lips. Her hand reclaimed my rod and gently stroked while she resumed her thorough oral exploration of my crotchial region. She was very gentle, almost shy, but that only turned me on more.

Not to be outdone, I resumed caressing her sex, thoroughly soaking my fingers before dipping them inwards. Jenala made an appreciative sound around my ball and her hips left the bed.

"My, you're eager," I murmured. Her lips tugged on my left ball once more before releasing it.

"Is there anything wrong with that?" She placed one of her hands over mine and kept my fingers deep within herself. "I'm enjoying this quite a lot. Why don't you lay down next to me? I want your mouth and your fingers on and in me. No need to impress me with your muscle tone and I won't bend your cock in an uncomfortable way." Almost reluctantly, she allowed my hand to leave her sex.

"Sure, why not?"

I crumpled onto the sheets next to her, my head level with her crotch. Jenala cupped my butt with both hands and slurped my rod into her mouth again, this time without any pretense of research. Her strong fingers sent goosebumps up my spine as she unashamedly kneaded my cheeks.

My lips touched her mound. There was still a hint of vanilla and peach on her skin. Grinning, I slowly kissed my way towards her folds. Jenala uttered a muffled noise and planted her leg on the mattress for easier access.

"Say what?" I asked, teasing her with a long, languid lick along her labia.

Again, she released my joystick. "You're somewhat tense. Are you all right?"

"Tense? I'm enjoying myself," I said between licks. She shuddered against me as I circled her clit.

Her fingers dug into my behind. "Yet your rear is totally clenched. I won't put anything there unless you tell me to. Which reminds me." There was a rustle and she handed me the purple sex toy I had synthesized for her.

"My mouth and fingers not enough?" I took the dildo.

"I want to see how you'll use it on me," she said. "And who knows, maybe one day we both will wield one for especially kinky mutual release." Her tongue left a wet trail down my cock before her lips engulfed one of my balls again. A moment later, her tongue was on my taint. I nearly jumped off the mattress.

Jenala merely giggled and returned her attention to my flight stick, eagerly sucking on it while her hand slowly pumped the shaft.

Chuckling, I returned my attention to her sex. If she wanted it so badly, who was I to deny her? Licking, kissing and slobbering, I made sure she was plenty wet before introducing the purple toy. It went in easily, probably thanks to her sex not having fully recovered from Decima's monster schlong. Another muffled sound from my... Jenala, a kind of wordless 'oh yeah.'

I should really stop calling her my client. We're way past that, obviously. Slowly, I fucked her with the dildo. Her noises came more often now and sounded much more guttural. She had one hand on my butt, two fingers of the other to guide my rod and she let my hips do most of the movement. I wasn't truly fucking her mouth, it was more an unconscious writhing. For her second blowjob, she was damn good -- or very receptive to how her ministrations caused me to react. Her slow licks and soft sucking had me all hot and bothered but not in any danger of erupting too soon.

My comms chose this exact moment to beep. I chose to ignore it. With my tongue teasing Jenala's clit and slowly fucking her with the dildo, I had better things to do than check on any missed calls. I picked up the pace and pushed the dildo deep into Jenala.

She let my rod spring free and writhed against me, moaning.

"Did I hurt you?" I stopped moving the synthetic dong.

A breathless giggle. "No. On the contrary." She nibbled on my thigh. "You caused a wonderful little climax. Sorry if I was a little selfish."

"You were?"

Our eyes met and I saw a bit of confusion in hers. "Well, from what I've seen in your movies, most of a female's effort goes into pleasuring the male. I was very content with you plugging me instead."

"You shouldn't consider porn any kind of reference material," I said.

"Now I can fully concentrate on your pleasure," Jenala said, giving my cock a little shake. "If you do me a little favor."

"Maybe hopping into bed with you wasn't a bright idea after all if you're already imposing conditions," I said, only half joking.

"Oh, come on. It's not like I'll be implanting a bomb or the like." Another rustle and she handed me a lubricant gel package. "I'm only asking you to change the orifice you're putting the dildo in. After all, I need room for your lovely erection."

"Whoa! Is that another lesson you learned from watching 'The Purring Palace?'" I got to my knees and fiddled with the gel packet, tearing open a corner with my teeth.

Jenala rolled onto her back, spread her legs and pulled her knees up, offering easy access to both her holes. Her eyes met mine. "Sal. I'm no virgin. Haven't been for almost a decade. Remember the 'mutual release' thing I talked about? My sisters and I tried a lot of things and once in a while, I want something up the pek'lurat. Like right now. What is the Galactic Basic term for it? Sometimes I can be an outright slut."

"Pek-what?"

"Pek'lurat. Literally 'other-hole.'" She licked her fingers and began to caress her crack. "Just imagine. The toy back there, your rod in my vey'lurat and all the lovely caressing and kissing... hmmm... The thought alone has me squirming."

"Here's something else to make you wiggle that cute behind of yours," I said, dipping my thumb into the lubricant before applying it generously between her rear cheeks.

"You could skip using the toy there if you wanted and use the real deal. In your movies, men seemed more than happy to forego the vagina for a bit of butt play."

"Again, don't take everything you see in porn as a depiction of reality. I've only done it once and only when drunk." My thumb found her rear entry relaxed and very receptive to light probing.

"Oh? Who was the lucky person?" Jenala gasped happily as my finger molested her.

"A Nor stripper at Misty's."

"And who did you share her with?"

"My wing man. Or rather, wing Marked One. Is this really the time for that?"

"Why not? How did it go?"

I squelched the rest of the lubricant onto the dildo and used it to get her behind really slippery. Eventually, her hand stopped mine and she angled the toy inwards. "It was crowded and messy and I remember only half of it because I had probably two Supernovas too many. What I do remember though is the murderous hangover, the taste of cum in my mouth the next morning and the horrendous verbal ass whipping our flight instructor gave us for showing up half-asleep, barely cleaned and stinking of sex and Supernovas."

Jenala made a very unladilke grunt as she helped guide the toy deeper into her butt. "Just leave it how it is," she panted. "Now, please..." She lowered her knees and parted her labia with both hands. "Come. Fuck. Me."

How could I resist such a plea? On my knees, I shuffled between her legs and teased her with the tip of my cock. It entered her without much provocation. We both sighed happily. Her legs crossed behind my butt, keeping me deep within her. Her eyes met mine and her mouth opened.

There was a metallic ring, like a pebble in a can being kicked around. A slam against the door of the cabin then wailing sirens. A moment later, a robotic voice blared over every speaker in the room.

"Attention! Hull breach! Impact to the starboard side. I repeat: Hull breach! Impact to the starboard side!"

"You can't be serious!" I moaned. "How is that even possible?"

The synthetic voice answered: "I sent you a collision warning five minutes ago."

"Who is that?" Jenala asked, wriggling out from under me.

"I am the voice of Consuela."

"But how? I had your speech routines removed!" I snapped.

"We can talk about this particular detail after you have repaired the gaping hole in my... in this ship's starboard side. Beware the vacuum outside of your cabin though."

Jenala cursed in her own tongue and removed the dildo. "Can I help?"

"Where did you put your flight suit?" I asked her.

She reached under the nightstand. "Right here."

"Great. Suit up. The more hands on deck, the better." I sighed. "Well, since you've found your voice, how about you give me a report while I dress?"

"Certainly, mi amor. Six minutes ago, the sensors registered an obstacle in your path so I throttled the FTL drive. Our course would have crossed an asteroid belt and my faculties are not equipped to calculate so many moving objects at times-twelve light speed. Then I sent you a priority-one notification as is usual in these cases. And ninety seconds ago, a high-velocity particle punched through what remained of the starboard armor and rebounded from the port engine housing."

I zipped the flight suit shut and pulled the hood over my head, making sure the flexible plastic face plate had locked in properly. The atmosphere seal engaged. I checked for leaks, just to be sure, and turned to face Jenala. She was already dressed as well. My respect for her grew. Less than two minutes ago she had both her holes stuffed and was ready for a thorough fucking, now she looked at me much calmer than I felt. I took her hand and clicked her wrist against mine, allowing the suits to establish a connection. Then I opened a channel so Consuela's AI could join in the conversation.

"What do we do?" she asked.

"First, we'll see how bad the damage is then we'll get the spares from the cargo hold and seal the breach the best we can. Then it's a straight run towards the B9-Taurus system. A contact of mine said there's a shipyard we can use." I pulled two small air canisters from an emergency locker and hooked one up to the flight suit's air pump. The other I gave Jenala.

"Sounds like a plan. I'll help any way I can." She copied my movements and clipped the canister to her suit.

"Consuela." I said, going for the door.

"Yes, mi amor?"

"Cut that."

"You keep calling me querida. According to the translator, it means 'my love'. Doesn't it mean-"

"Cut it. That's a simple wake-up phrase, like the old 'hey, Google.'"

"Oh." Despite the primitive voice synth, the AI's disappointment was evident.

"And that's why I prefer my AIs to be quiet," I grumbled. "How bad is the interior damage?"

"No major system faults. Oxygen levels outside the cabin are at zero percent. I have taken the liberty of throttling the life-support system to save on reaction mass."

"Well done." I punched the override key code into the cabin door and stepped into the main corridor. "No major system faults" it was but either the vacuum or the ping-ponging missile had destroyed three of the overhead lights, plunging the corridor into a murky twilight. Visibility was piss-poor thanks to a few months' dust hanging in the air. I switched on the high-powered helmet lamp and checked the starboard corridor wall. The hole was impossible to miss, just ahead of the ladder leading to the bottom gun turret. In fact, the shaft had deflected the missile. I could see a new reflective spot on the mass reaction tank where the projectile had impacted.

The hole was about fist-sized, with jagged edges poking into the corridor like some imitation of an alien monster's mouth.

"Careful not to tear your suit on that gash," I cautioned Jenala.

"It's not my first trip in a personal atmosphere," she said. "Where is your toolbox?"

"Behind and below the pilot's seat. Thankfully, gravity is still working. I'll get a hull patch from the cargo hold."

I found three more bounce marks. And when I reached the cargo hold, I found the projectile. It was some kind of micro-meteor, not much bigger than a golf ball. It had ended its path wedged into the outer shell of one of Jenala's stasis crates.

"What is it?" she asked over comms.

"I just found the missile. It shot one of your stasis boxes to hell."

"Fuck. I have the tools."

"That's all? A simple 'fuck?'"

"As long as I have two more boxes, it's not much of a loss. After all, not only will I bring sperm but I'll also have earned valuable knowledge. Speaking of which -- thanks to our recent... renegotiation, I won't reduce your overall pay."

I opened up a maintenance closet and pulled forth a small hull patch, about half a meter square, then I trudged back to Jenala. She was digging through the tool box.

"What are you looking for?" I asked her, placing the hull patch against a corridor wall.

"Some cutting tool. We need to get rid of those shards. Some of your tools I know, like the screw drivers and wrenches, but others are alien."

"Try the vibro cutter. Looks like a stubby knife, can cut through Armorgrade and whatever else hull alloy is made of."

"Got it." Jenala brandished the tool. "So tiny, compared to my circular saw." She removed the protective sheath and went to work, easily removing the bent-in metal protrusions. Meanwhile, I prepared the adhesive strips on the back of the hull patch. They provided a weak seal and would usually last just long enough until I could properly weld the edges shut.

"Done." Jenala powered down the cutter. Together, we lifted the patch in place.

"Consuela, querida... Fuck. I need to change the activation phrase."

"No need. I find it endearing how you're talking to your ship." Jenala handed over a plasma torch.

"Yes, captain?"

"Turn on life support. We need some air to weld."

"Yes, captain."

The sensor readouts on my face plate indicated that breathable air was pumped back into the ship.

"We have a stable atmosphere," Consuela said.

"For now." I polarized the visor to shield my eyes from the plasma torch's light and prepared to weld the seams shut. "Hop over in the kitchen and synthesize new overhead light sources. Code four-four-three-niner."

Jenala clapped my shoulder and strode off while I prepared the plasma torch and laid down the first weld. I went slow, to make sure the seam was straight and had no gaps. Behind me, I heard Jenala work on the overheads.

"I can't believe my first time with a man would be ruined by a cosmic missile," she said. "Things went so well."

"Yeah, you were enjoying yourself quite a bit," I said. "We'll have to postpone a repeat until we've repaired the ship. From now on it's 'suit on' the moment we leave the cabin."

"So you want to try me again?"

"Sure, why not? You totally out-meowed any Felinoid I've ever been with."

Jenala tossed broken bits of overhead light into a plastic bin. "Better than Neira?"

"Different." I knocked the slag off the seam and prepared for the next.

"How so?"

"For a start, you and I were equals in bed."

"Isn't that how it's supposed to be? Give and take?"