SCS Space Relations

"Well, thanks again." Washington tried to bump knuckles with the man, but eventually had to explain the concept until Crumly got it right.

He pressed the elevator's call button a second later, and had to smile as Crumly excitedly excused himself to go and show Mary's picture to the other drivers.

The ride up was uneventful. When Washington exited, he did in fact come face to façade with a classy receptionist's desk. He frowned when he noticed that it was unmanned. The room was a funnel to the rest of the floor, the lieutenant realized, as he started walking around the desk and into the passage behind it. He frowned once again, when he saw the single passage break off in three different directions. Washington started wondering if he should choose a direction at random when he heard a people laughing nearby.

The door where the laughter had originated was ajar. After a moment's hesitation, Washington stepped over and rapped his knuckles on it.

The door opened by several inches when he did this. His eyes took in a nicely decorated conference room, whose large oval table held several bowls of chips, dips, and pretzel mixes, as well as sandwiches wrapped in paper towels. Around the table sat no less than eight Space Corp executive officers, he could tell by their patches. Of these, a full seven were male, and a full eight of them were white. The lone female was the only one to get up to greet him.

"Oh, hi! You must be Lieutenant Washington." The woman strode over, showing off a pretty smile. She reached out to shake his hand. "We were expecting you a little earlier."

"We were held up by traffic." Washington explained. "Must be a pretty big game."

"Oh, you're not kidding." The woman said. "I'm Barbara, but the people here in the office just call me Barbie. I don't get it, because I'm a brunette and not a blonde, but I'd rather have them call me Barbie than something worse. Right?"

"Right." Washington chuckled. "May I ask what your position is here on the ship?"

"Supply logistics." Barbie answered. "I move stuff around from where we have too much to where we have too little, and I order out when we're running low."

"Is that a demanding job?"

"It can be, at times." Barbie said. "But it can be fun, too."

Several of the men started booing at once, prompting both Barbie and Washington to turn and see why. He hadn't noticed a large Magna-Vision screen mounted on a wall, partially concealed behind the door.

Barbie watched the screen for a few moments. "They're watching the highlights from the last game, when the Strider's handed us our butts."

"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you from the game." Washington said. "Could you please point me toward Commander Braxton's office, and I'll get out of your hair?"

"I'm not a big football fan." Barbie admitted. "As for Braxton's office, I'll take you there myself. Follow me."

Full of purpose, the woman brushed past him and started down the corridor. Her pace was quick enough that the taller lieutenant had to increase his stride to keep up.

As they walked, Washington tried to keep his eyes focused straight ahead, but he frequently found them wandering to Barbie's frame. She was a little on the chubby side, he thought, probably from sitting around most of the time while she worked. Still, she was pleasing to look at. Her hair was a simple bob, ending at the collar. Her waist could have been a little narrower, but Washington didn't mind a woman with a little meat on her bones. What made the strongest impression on the lieutenant were Barbie's buttocks, which were big and round, and swayed in a very delicious way.

The two continued deeper into the executive area, making one final turn before they ended up in a short corridor with three closed doors. The door on the end had the words COMMANDER BRAXTON spelled out in a large, military stencil.

"Here we are." Barbie strode right up to the door and placed her hand on the knob. She didn't turn it right away, however, as instead she turned toward the lieutenant. "I should have told you earlier, that I'm part reader. I've been reading your thoughts for the last four minutes."

Washington gulped. "I am so sorry."

Barbie shrugged. "You shouldn't be. I know I should be hitting the gym a little more than I have been lately." She turned the knob and opened the door enough to poke her head inside. "Commander Braxton, I have Lieutenant Washington here to see you."

The voice that answered was both cold and imperious. And perhaps a little bit evil, as well.

"Send him in."

Barbie motioned him inside.

"Thank you." Washington nodded, as he took his cue and entered the room.

As the door closed behind him, the lieutenant took a moment to scan through the lavishly appointed office. There was a bookshelf, full of what looked like legal books and ancient philosophical classics. There were two stands whose tops were covered with little glass domes. One of these showcased what seemed to be a fragment of a meteor, while the other exhibited an ancient glove from one of the earliest space missions. In the center of the office, and rather obtrusively, sat a great desk with a sinister black top and dark gray edges. It had a slight contour to it, giving the lieutenant the impression that it was a short wave of death.

There were three black, egg-shaped chairs in the office, the one behind the desk, and two before it. Braxton was at her desk, her features slightly clouded by two extremely bright fluorescent pillar lights set close behind her. A lean, gaunt looking man occupied a second chair. For some reason, this man's features reminded Washington of a vulture.

The lieutenant waited for an invitation to take the last chair, but none ever came.

"Lieutenant Washington, is it?" Braxton asked. The skin of her face was tightly stretched over her cheekbones and chin. Her brows and eyes were permanently set in a stern expression.

"Yes." Washington said, simply. He had the distinct impression that he was about to get reamed.

"This is Lieutenant Commander Sessler." Braxton motioned.

"Hello." Washington nodded.

Sessler held a remote control in his hand, he noticed.

"We have something we'd like you to see." Braxton said. "Right behind you."

Washington turned, noting a panel of three large screens set into the wall. They all showed black faces at first, but one soon flickered to life. It showed a clip of Mary, sitting on Crumly's lap as the electric cart that carried them wove it's way through the Neptune's dock. The second screen lit up, and on it was the single image of Cruz sitting in the driver's seat. As the last screen came to life, Washington grimaced. It showed Cummings and Margo flipping off the dock personnel, and came to a stop when Cummings pointed his butt out of the cart.

"Explain the actions of your crew, lieutenant." Braxton demanded.

Washington turned back. "Well, we've all been cooped in the starship for a few days, and some members of the crew decided to cut loose a little. There was no harm done."

"You would think," Braxton stated. "That a commander on his maiden voyage would have his personnel a little better disciplined. Your people didn't make it from the door of your little ship to the end of the dock before they made a mockery of everything that Space Corps stands for. Have you failed to understand what an honor it is to serve in Space Corps?"

"No, I have not." Washington answered, firmly.

"But yet you have your crew running around like undisciplined schoolchildren." Braxton rebutted. "I've half a mind to throw you off my ship this very moment."

Sessler chuckled. It was the kind of chuckle that made a man like Washington want to shove his fist down the man's throat.

"Would you like to know why I'm not throwing you off?" Braxton asked.

Washington stiffened up, as he had plenty of ammunition to lash out with, had he been standing before an academy instructor for example. The bad thing was that Braxton could take away his post on a whim and have him sent back to Earth as a civilian. His career would be over, just like that. He decided to remain silent.

"The reason I'm keeping you on board is this." Braxton revealed. "I am keeping my cameras on every single member of your crew that has set foot on my ship. I will be recording every thing they do. I will be preparing a full report of my observations and findings that I will forward to Admiral Cocksander the moment your little tin can departs from the Neptune."

"We'll be watching you and your people very closely, lieutenant." Sessler added, as if to rub salt on his wounds.

Washington found that he hated both of them, very, very much.

"That will be all." Braxton callously waved him away, epitomizing the queen bitch persona he'd imagined earlier.

The door slid open, slightly.

"Commander?" It was Barbie's much sweeter sounding voice.

"Yes?"

"You asked to be informed when the last member of the Space Relations left the ship. He's waiting by the dock officer's booth right now."

"Thank you." Braxton said. "Please close the door, Barbie. Lieutenant, you will be staying for one moment longer."

"Yes, Commander." Washington said, begrudgingly.

Once Barbie had gone, the cold woman once again set her scrutiny on Washington. "Let us see what your last crew member is up to, shall we?"

They both turned, as Sessler punched up another image. The first screen soon showed Brukenfooken, wearing a yellow sweatband around his head, and a matching jogging suit. He looked sweaty and slightly out of breath.

"Another buffoon." Braxton said. "This one was too dumb to catch a cart and had to run his way across my dock." The cruel woman pushed a few buttons on her intercom. A moment later, the dock coordinator's voice answered. The commander spoke to him tersely. "Mulligan, have somebody drive that big lout to wherever the others are." She rolled her eyes and cut off the connection a moment later.

Sessler made that atrocious laugh again. "What an imbecile."

The anger flared up in Washington's face. Cruz, Mary, and the other culpable parties he could understand. For Braxton and Sessler to berate his combat technician, however, when the strong man hadn't done anything wrong yet, was unacceptable. As he turned back toward the commander, his jaw quivered with barely reigned contempt.

"Struck a tender spot, have we?" Sessler chuckled. He pointed out both of his index fingers and bumped them together, to imply that Washington might have some sort of relationship with his combat tech. "Does this look familiar?"

Washington said the first thing that came to mind. "I have lain on that man's bunk, on occasion."

Sessler's eyes widened. For once he seemed at a loss for words, before he glanced over to Braxton.

"Get out of my sight, lieutenant." The woman said. "We will be watching you."

Barely, Washington kept his composure as he stepped out. The lieutenant nearly slammed the door behind him, possibly hard enough to knock some of the letters off. He realized that was exactly the type of reaction that Braxton and her lackey were expecting from him. He shut the door as he normally would, noticing that Barbie was still standing out there in the hall. The woman was watching him closely.

Without a word, Washington strode off. He hoped he made the correct turn, as he was too angry to remember how he'd gotten to Braxton's office. Luckily, he'd chosen the right path, as the receptionist's desk soon came into view. He made his way over to the elevator and almost punched the call button with his fist, except he didn't want to risk breaking it and having to wait on that floor a second longer than he had to. Washington soon exited at the right spot. As sure as Crumly had predicted, there was only one electric cart left in the parking stalls.

The driver snapped to attention when he saw the lieutenant emerging from the elevator area. "Hello, sir."

Wordlessly, Washington got in the seat furthest to the back, where he crossed his arms and sulked.

The driver took a moment to call some dispatch to tell them he was leaving the area, requesting that another driver come out to take his place. After, he glanced back at the lieutenant. "Where to, sir?"

"Anywhere." Washington growled. "Anywhere but here."

The cart rolled back out of its stall. Just as it was preparing to drive forward, a woman's voice called out.

"Wait! Wait for me!"

It was Barbie.

The driver paused, as the woman hurried over carrying a satchel. She tossed the item on the middle seat, before she jumped into the back seat with Washington.

"I had to run back to grab my things." She admitted. "Since everybody's taking the day off because of the game, I figured I'd go home and work on my paperwork there."

Washington turned his glowering face away from her.

"Destination, ma'am?" The driver asked.

"Uh, Section F." She said. "And take the long route, please. We're not in any big hurry."

"There's nothing in Section F." The driver said. "It's all under renovation."

"Oh, I know." Barbie said. "We just need some time to talk, and to unwind a little." And, the cameras aren't activated over there, she thought at the lieutenant.

Washington turned his head, but he was still too angry to look the woman in the eye. "I don't think I'll be very good company at the moment."

"I know that Braxton can be a bitch." Barbie admitted. "I work with that woman every day. She didn't have to say those things about you or your crew, but when she sees an opportunity to stick a needle in someone, she makes sure she takes it. Tell me, did you really sleep with that big, blonde guy?"

Despite his foul mood, Washington found himself sniggering. "No. It's part of some bizarre experiment my two science ensigns thought up, for me to tell people that so it would get me noticed by... well, by somebody like you. It's the first thing that popped into my mind after Braxton and her jack-off henchman were insulting my ensign, for absolutely no reason."

"She does that sometimes." Barbie said. "Her and Sessler are real shits. Anyway, I knew you were a good guy, from the moment when you first knocked on the door of the conference room. You just give off a good vibe."

Washington brought his gaze as far as the woman's thighs, and no further. He was still too mad to look into her eyes. "I noticed that all of her executive people are white."

"Braxton doesn't like colored people." Barbie admitted. "She never has."

The lieutenant hated hearing those words, as he'd always hoped things would advance far enough in the universe for racial inequality to be a thing of the past. Why couldn't everybody just get along for once? He sighed. "Can you give me a happy kiss?"

"What's that?"

"That's were you put all kinds of good emotions together, and peck me on the cheek so that I'll feel completely happy for a while." Washington described. "I have a telepathist on my ship that can do that."

"We're at Section F." The driver announced. "Any particular area you'd like to check out?"

"Just drive all over." Barbie said. "We'll tell you when to take us back."

Washington noticed a lot of scaffolding, taped up walls, and a half finished chamber with very wide, ascending steps, among other things. "What are they building here?"

"Oh, some of the bigger ships are being retrofitted with their own mini-resorts." Barbie explained. "That's going to be a little theater stage, but we're also going to have a mini-golf course, restaurants, a movie center and a nice shopping area. All the comforts of being back home, without actually being back home. Anyway, I'm sorry, but I can't make you a happy kiss. All I can do is read thoughts when I set my mind to it. I'm just not that good with my psychic talents."

"Oh, that was just wishful thinking, I didn't really expect you to."

"I can do something else for you, though."

This time, Washington was curious enough to look Barbie in the face. Barbie was smiling at him. She looked so pretty that way that he soon found himself smiling as well.

"You think I'm fat, don't you?" She asked. "That's what you were thinking while you were staring at my butt earlier."

"Now, you know that's not true." Washington said. "All you have to do is take a look at what I'm thinking right now."

"I don't like doing it that way." Barbie said. "It's too much like cheating, when I just stick my mind into somebody else's and read what they're thinking. I'd rather hear it from a person's own lips."

"Okay. In that case, I think you're beautiful, and intelligent, and sexy. I love the way your butt looks."

"Am I attractive enough to fuck?" Barbie asked.

"You are attractive enough to make love to." Washington corrected. "Fucking is what animals do. I'd like to think that I'm a few steps higher up on the evolutionary ladder than that."

"Have you ever made love in an electric cart?"

"No, but I'm about to." Washington leaned closer. He placed his arm around the back of Barbie's neck, and brought her head in close so he could kiss her.

Her lips were warm and soft, and so different from Margo's rough and demanding ones, he compared. When Barbie introduced her tongue into the fray, it was a slippery eel that darted around the crevices and plains of Washington's mouth. His own tongue felt like sandpaper against her cottony one, and he almost felt cruel to invade her velvety mouth with it.

As they kissed, Barbie's hand found it's way to his thigh. A minute later, it became emboldened enough to slip over his crotch. She gasped and drew her head away to see what her fingers had discovered.

"Whoa." She said. "What is that thing, a rattlesnake?"

Washington suddenly felt shy. "It's not that big."

"Oh, yes it is!" She fumbled through her pockets for something. When she couldn't find it, she leaned over and started digging into her satchel next. She pulled out her phone. "Can I take a picture of it?"

Washington's first thought was of what Braxton might say if she were ever to view such picture. "I don't know. Maybe that's not such a good idea."

"It'll be just for me, I promise." Barbie said. "If you let me take a picture of it, I will give you the best blowjob you've ever had."

For two-point-five seconds, Washington thought this over. "Okay, let me get my pants down." (The lieutenant, it should be mentioned, is a sucker for blowjobs.)

Suffice to say, the picture was taken, and the blowjob was soon underway.

When the electric cart started rocking in an unexpected way, the driver happened to glance back in the rearview mirror. That's when he saw the pretty logistics lady leaned over the middle seat and moaning out loud. She was fully nude, the driver was startled to see. Her tits were being flung about all over the place as she was being jostled from behind. The captain of that little ship that had just come in was equally naked and pummeling into her like a lunatic.

This was much better than that picture Crumly was passing around, the driver thought, as he pulled out his own phone and set it to record the action. He mounted it on the cart's dash and kept on driving. He could watch the romp later, as he didn't want to accidentally crash into any of the construction equipment and materials that were lying around everywhere.

Some ten minutes passed before the driver dared to take another quick look back. The couple had changed positions, he saw. The captain was now sitting on the back seat, and the logistics lady was straddling him so that they faced each other. She had one nice ass on her, he whistled, softly so as not to be heard.

The driver heard them both climaxing. Soon, their movements weren't affecting the cart so much, so the driver quickly stopped the recording and hid his phone. Crumly was about to be shown up, he thought, and then some!

In the back seat, Washington was no longer hard, but this didn't stop him from placing his mouth all over Barbie's perky breasts. Barbie started quivering again, both from the black man's mouth and from his long fingers playing within her. She half-croaked, half-moaned another orgasm.