First Recruits

by Marilyn Foxworthy

  I like analogies. They help us to frame our thoughts. In bonsai, I take a plant with a messed up tangle of roots, branches, and leaves and prune, clean, and train it into something more pleasing for myself and others. I work with the plant to help it be better.

  A lot of people on Earth believe that the planet would be better off without us. That people are the problem. I didn’t think that way. I believed that sensitive people helped nature fulfill itself. A skilled tree trimmer brought out a better tree. A tree that bore better and sweeter fruit. A more beautiful and healthier rose bush. A place of harmony. Left to itself, the jungle was full of chaos and death and conflict. The parts of the Earth that were well cared for, the parts that were tended to in loving ways, were happier. And I felt that they were probably a bit grateful for the people who took care of them. I fed my bonsai. I fertilized it in the right amounts. I kept it from freezing or being scorched on hot days. I kept it free from harmful parasites and bugs, but I let the bees stay. Bees were good for the plants. I was good for the plants.

  This situation couldn’t be more like that. If I had left nature to run its chaotic course, all three of these beautiful creatures would be dead. If I didn’t give them a place to be safe with me, they would all be dead soon. If I didn’t help them fulfill their sexual nature in a way that suited them, they would eventually die without having known that and other forms of happiness. Ee was happier having experienced orgasm.

  Hey, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t saying that I was their savior, well, in some ways I quite literally was, but this could sound perverted in several ways. I was not saying that I was going to do something against their will to “help” them see the light. Not by any means. I just meant that I was going to help them get what they wanted, not what I wanted. I didn’t force my bonsai into a shape that it didn’t want and I wasn’t going to force these women into anything either. Ee had asked me to shower for her. Michelle had asked me to have sex with her, even though we hadn’t really done it yet. Ee and Michelle wanted to experience companionship and bonding. I wasn’t forcing anything.

  Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by a violent tremble that ran through the ship.

  I asked quickly, “Ee, what’s happening.”

  Ee said huskily, “What do you think? You accomplished the goal and you won the game.”

  And then I saw exactly what was happening. I was standing behind the Unit with her facing away from me, my naked body pressed against her back with my erection between her thighs and my left hand caressing her breast and my right hand “washing” her vulva.

  I said, “Oh!”

  Ee said, “Don’t stop! For goodness sake, don’t stop now! Oh, please don’t stop now! We like it!”

  I guess I was liking it too. Both Ee and Michelle had encouraged this, so why not? Turning the girl around to face me, I washed her head, neck, and shoulders quickly and then rubbed her to another quick orgasm. Both she and Eevona shuddered again and then the new Genie was ready for drying. I sure hoped she was happy with the way that I had handled her when she could tell me about it. But why wouldn’t she be happy? This was confusing. Hormones and sex always are.

  As the drying started, I said, “Ee, have Michelle bring me a blanket to wrap her in.”

  For the next few minutes I had the girl hold her hands out to her sides, spread her legs a bit, and stand still in the warm, dry air that blew around her. Michelle entered the room with a blanket and we waited a few more seconds. When the dryers turned off, I helped the girl step out of the little booth and I wrapped her in the blanket. Instead of leading her by the hand, I picked her up and held her in my arms and carried her back to the stateroom.

  On the way I said, “We’ll call this one Bailey.”

  Michelle said, “I like that. Bailey.”

  She sounded subdued and quiet. I asked what she was thinking and feeling.

  Michelle said, “Jimmy, I feel overwhelmed. I feel better than I could have ever expected. I feel safe. In fact, I feel loved. I feel like a person. And I feel afraid.”

  As we entered the stateroom, I asked, “How? I mean, why? Why are you afraid?”

  I carried Bailey to the shower and set her on her feet so that we could apply the skin conditioner.

  Michelle said, “I’ll help you if you want me to. I feel afraid that this won’t last. That my present is wonderful but my future is uncertain. I’ve never seen what is happening to us. I wasn’t trained for this. My conditioning tells me that this is impossible.”

  Michelle and I got into the shower with Bailey and started slathering her body with the lotion. We worked efficiently. This time we weren’t trying to give the girl any stimulation. We were doing a medical procedure.

  I started to lift Bailey into my arms again, but Michelle asked to handle her instead.

  Michelle said, “Jimmy, sit on the sofa, at the end. Here. We’re going to put Bailey’s head in your lap. Hold her during her recovery.”

  Michelle laid the girl in my lap and I cradled her head and shoulders with my left arm under her neck. Michelle put the blanket over us and sat in the chair facing me. Then she got up and moved the little table that separated us and moved the chair as close to me as she could get, her knees against my own.

  As Bailey seemingly slept in my lap, I said, “Michelle, you are having the same problem and conflict that I am. We are distracted by the possibilities of the future and the programming of our pasts.”

  She said, “Jimmy, you don’t really know anything about us, do you? How could you? I take so much for granted. How old do you think I am?”

  I said, “I don’t know. 28?”

  She said, “You mean 28 Earth years. Actually, it’s more like 36 days. We are manufactured. It takes some time to grow my biology in a fluid tank, and then I am awakened with only involuntary autonomic functionality. It takes about 36 days to train me to walk, talk, feed myself, and then to add highly developed functions and behavior. At the end of 36 days, as long as I pass all viability tests, I am given my assignment parameters and placed in storage. Bailey is essentially an hour old. She will awaken with her mission training and the experiences that she has collected since you gave her the first stimulant.”

  Ee said, “Michelle, it won’t be much longer. You might want to get the hydration and injection ready.”

  Michelle went to fill the drinking bottle and returned with it and the stimulant cylinder.

  She said, “So, I’m a day old. Bailey will be born in a few minutes. Yes, we come out with speech and understanding and free-agency and technical training, but our experience starts out blank. We are trained what to expect, but what happened wasn’t what we were prepared for.”

  I said, “Me too.”

  I waited quietly and then broached the subject of relationships. I wanted to hear it from Michelle explicitly.

  I said, “Michelle, you said that I would offer Baily the same relationship with me that you and I have. Or will have.”

  She smiled and said, “Of course. It’s really more than that though. I’m not sure exactly how, but it is.”

  I said, “So, Bailey will be my um, lover as well?”

  Michelle said, “Of course. If you and I are going to be mates, she has to be too, doesn’t she?”

  I said, “I guess so. I can’t see another way.”

  Michelle said, “Is there a reason that you don’t want to have her be the same as me?”

  I said, “No. I just don’t want there to be any problems.”

  Michelle said, “What kind of problems?”

  I thought, well, jealousy, rivalry, envy, things like that, what do you think? But I didn’t say it. Michelle didn’t see a problem so I didn’t need to introduce some.

  I said, “None in particular. I just wanted your input. OK, I’ll offer Bailey the same deal.”

  Michelle said, “Let Eevona and I explain it to her. It will be much faster that way.”

  Ee said, “OK, It’s time. Give her the stimulant.”

 
I looked at the girl in my lap and she pointed at a spot on her neck and turned her head to make room for me to inject her. Michelle handed me the cylinder and I put the device against Bailey’s flesh and pressed the button. The girl shuddered and took a deep breath. She didn’t speak, but looked at me and smiled and pointed at her neck again and I gave her a second dose, just like I had done with Michelle.

  Before the girl said a word, the strange high-speed buzzing that indicated that Ee and Michelle were communicating directly started. The girl in my arms smiled and snuggled against my body. Less than five seconds later, she switched to English.

  She said, “Hi. I guess I’m Bailey. Thank you. I’m glad to be here. And thank you for the shower time. That was special. I never expected anything like that. It was nice. Ee thought so too. I’m going to help her with her damage. I’ve never heard of anything like it, but I’ll help her and we’ll be just fine. I like it like this, but could I just get a look at you, if you don’t mind. Obviously, you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever seen, or we wouldn’t be doing this. I would like to see for myself what you are.”

  Bailey wiggled out of my embrace and sat up and I stood beside the sofa so that she could take a look at me.

  She grinned and said, “I see what you girls mean. He is pretty. And yep, sized more appropriately for a more full-function relationship for us, I will say. Michelle, you and I have some studying to do. My training included some amount of sexual and mating custom familiarization, but that was all academic. We’re actually going to have sexual relations? That’s cool.”

  She put out her hand and ran it up my leg and said, “So, just to be sure, Captain, would you describe the ‘offer’ that you have for me if I accept all of this information about being salvageable and free to take on a new partnership?”

  I said, “Bailey, oh, are you OK being called Bailey? I was told that you don’t have names normally.”

  She said, “Bailey is very nice. I’d like it very much if you and the others will call me Bailey.”

  I said, “OK, good. So, I guess what I told Ee and Michelle was that I’m never leaving them and want to stay together forever. Michelle explained the whole partnership thing to me, but I told her that I want you girls to be people, not drones. So if you want a relationship that includes sexual activities…”

  She interrupted and said, “Which I definitely do.”

  I continued, “Then the deal is that we become mates, spouses and um, wives. And to hell with what the rest of the galaxy thinks about it.”

  Bailey said, “Hah. Just like that? I wake up in your lap, naked, and you wag your lovely man bits at me and I’m supposed to say sure, I’ll marry you?”

  I noticed that as she said it, she pulled away the blanket from her waist and spread her legs. I couldn’t help but glance down at her “lady bits”.

  I gulped and said, “Um, no? I mean, no? Should I put some pants on?”

  Bailey grinned and said, “Eh, you know what? Most of the benefits are overwhelming but there’s this one sticking point that makes me hesitate.”

  I said, “Should I put on pants?”

  Bailey shifted her knees so that they went wider and I looked again.

  She said, “Oh, I don’t think that would help right now.”

  I said, “So, what is the issue that you are having? I’m new at this. This worked for Eevona and Michelle, but I’m flying by the seat of my pants here.”

  Bailey said, “You aren’t wearing pants. But neither am I,” and she wagged her knees again.

  She added, “The issue, the only issue, the only thing that makes me hesitate at all, and I do mean that there is no other reason for me to hesitate to jump you right now, except for the fact that I’m pretty tired and probably need a restorative nap very soon, so any conjugation of our respective male and female sexy bits is, and I say this with the most respect for your crew and their abilities to do the best that they can, given the damage and unusual circumstances, going to need to wait, but to be very specific and direct, the issue is whether I can exist and be happy on nothing but hydration drink, which I’m sure I’m going to need a lot of because damn if you ain’t a sexy beast and if sex is in the cards for us, we’re going to lose a lot of fluids through sweat, so what I really need to know is, does it come in other flavors?”

  Bailey grabbed the drinking bottle and sucked on the nipple suggestively.

  I said, “What? Bailey, are you asking if the drink comes in other flavors? And that’s your only hesitation?”

  She grinned and said, “It seems pretty important to me. And do we get sandwiches and cookies at some point on the flight?”

  Chapter 9 - Diplomat

  Bailey laughed again and said, “Hey, I’m teasing you! I see what’s going on and how this is not only good for us but better than anything else. I know you. Everything I’ve said so far has been a test of your honesty, intentions, desires, and attitudes about protection, abuse, sex, and commitment. You can’t wait and neither can I. You are a very attractive mating partnership candidate. Not only physically, but that too, and not just circumstantially, but that too, but from a perspective of character and integrity. I see lies as clearly as you see naked pussies. That’s a funny word. Your English has a lot of words for sexual activities that I’ve never heard of in any galactic language. I am about to fall asleep, I swear, so let’s do this thing. Ee said the magic words and asked if I do, so yeah, I really do! So, get down here and kiss my pussy and show me that you mean it in a way that proves to me that this is all real and not a storage induced hallucination! If we’re really doing this, show me.”

  Without thinking, I dropped to my knees and Bailey scooted herself forward on the sofa in a way that placed her crotch right at the edge of the cushion. Sliding my hands up the insides of her thighs, I reached the top and used the thumbs of each hand to massage the edge of her mound, spreading her lips as I went. My face felt irresistibly drawn to her and in the next instant, I was licking her inside and out. Placing my hands under her knees, I pushed them upward, opening her legs even more.

  She tasted…unusual. Sweeter than I would have expected. And that drove me forward more eagerly. Forcing my lips against her crotch, I ate her. Not only was her taste unusual, but the feel was as well. It was slicker and slipperier than any natural lubricant could be. Was it that as a “manufactured biological” that her fluids were genetically engineered for some kind of super sex? Or were all women out here in space this way? It didn’t matter.

  Suddenly, I felt Bailey’s vagina clench around the tip of my tongue and she went limp.

  Michelle said, “She’s asleep.”

  Oh, I had forgotten about Michelle. She sounded happy though.

  She said, “Let me carry her to bed. I know you could do it, but it’s easier for me.”

  Following Michelle into the bedroom, I watched her lay Bailey on the bed and then cover her with the clean sheets and blankets that Michelle had put on the mattress. When Bailey was comfortable, Michelle turned and faced me and smiled.

  She said, “That was wonderful. We should…” but I cut her off.

  Putting a hand on her shoulder I said, “Sit down. Now lean back on your back.”

  Michelle sat down and lay backward and I pulled her legs up and set her feet at the edge of the mattress. Moving forward between her feet, I took my shaft in my hand and pointed it at Michelle’s sex. Her eyes were wide but she didn’t say a word as I laid the tip against her slit and pressed along the crevice, opening her lips with the head of my cock. Bailey had excited me and I was hard and it was time to finish what I’d started with Michelle earlier.

  I said quietly, “Ee, if something comes up, it can wait. I don’t want to be disturbed now.”

  Ee said excitedly, “Oh, no sir! No, I’ll make sure nothing comes up that needs your attention more than this. Oh, yeah! This is exciting.”

  Michelle was still staring up at me but as I pressed forward, just beginning to enter her tunnel, she closed her eyes and moa
ned.

  There was no resistance as I moved to dock my cylindrical craft in her friendly port. No, she was as slick as Bailey had been and I slid in all the way to the root. Her vagina was tight but very comfortable. I took her continued moans to mean that it was very comfortable for her as well. It didn’t last long. This wasn’t a marathon. I wanted her and she wanted me to want her, and after a few long strokes and a few squeezes from her incredibly warm luscious lady fruit, I was coming. And so was she. And so was Eevona. It wasn’t as violent this time. It was more comfortable. More friendly and inviting. More comforting.

  Michelle trembled with several aftershocks, and at one point had another full-blown climax during which she grabbed me tightly and groaned.

  I smiled and said, “That’s better. Let me know when you are enjoying it.”

  She shuddered again and gasped, “Oh, I’m enjoying it.”

  Then she said, “We need sleep too. Can we sleep like this?” and she scooted up the bed, leaving me standing at the foot.

  She spread her legs in invitation and said, “While you are still erect? Will you just climb back in and we can sleep with you inside me?”

  I smiled and lay down on top of her and entered her easily once again. We wrestled the sheets over the top of us and I lay against her shoulder as we fell asleep.

  I woke up later. We didn’t have a clock. It was dark in the room. There were warm bodies on each side of me and the girls were talking in whispers.

  One of them rubbed my chest and said, “Good morning.”

  It was Bailey.

  She said, “We convinced Ee to go ahead and make a time base for us. It’s flexible, but it’ll work if you don’t get too picky. Right now it’s morning.”

  I said, “Oh, good. What time of morning?”

  Ee said, “I told you it wouldn’t work.”

  Bailey said, “Of course it will, Ee. You have done a wonderful job with absolutely everything so far and this is no exception. Isn’t that right, Jimmy,” and she pinched me as a signal that I took to mean that I should agree with her.