Danica Williams
Copyright © 2012 Danica Williams
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.
Danica Williams
Copyright © 2012 Danica Williams
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.
Chapter 1
At 5 Am officer James Zimmerman was alerted by his captain that he was needed in her office immediately. He tried to act as awake and ready as possible when he responded “Absolutely sir!” as he sat up in bed. The cold metal floors always shocked his feet when he stepped onto them in the morning. It’s nothing new though, everything was made of metal in this place. Getting up he scouted around groggily for his clothes and put them on in a hurry.
James worked on a mining station on a new planet. The station is state of the art since Gideon Industries is funding it. There are five office complexes, eight mining facilities, a very large recreation facility and ten housing facilities. He didn’t live in the best housing facility in the station but they don’t get creative with them anyway, whether you’re in the office or at home everything is the same dark grey metal.
On the lift to the office deck James encountered Megan heading up as well. She was his co-worker and she’d been recently training him. He was still new at Gideon Industries but she’d been there almost a year and she was excellent at her job and an impossible perfectionist in every way.
“You’re called up early too, huh?” He asked her in an attempt to act casual. Her presence always raised his blood pressure and made breathing harder to keep quiet.
“Yep,” she said, turning to face him with a smile that made his stomach flutter. “Do you know why?”
“Captain didn’t say,” He replied. “Though she sounds more tense than usual.”
“Indeed,” she said, looking back at the number display that told what floor the lift was at.
“Did you have a good evening?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation going even though she usually gives her “indeed” or other short response when she is done talking. Megan turned to him with an expressionless face and simply nodded.
“Good,” I replied. “Mine was too. Caught up with some family back home. Do you have family?”
“No,” she said.
James sighed to himself. Why does she never want to make small talk?
The lift doors opened and they headed over to the Captain’s office together. Megan entered first, the door closing behind her. He could smell her light, flowery perfume and got lost in thought thinking of her beautiful brown eyes and her long golden blond hair that she always kept in a ponytail. At least he was distracted from the nervousness of entering the Captain’s office. When Megan walked out and closed the door she nodded at him as she passed.
“Your turn.” She smiled.
“How was she?” he asked.
“She’s been happier before,” she said. “I believe she’s just stressed. I’ll see you later.”
“See ya,” he said while gazing after her tall, slender body as she walked away in her well fitted blue uniform. It complimented her perfectly tight butt and showed off her muscular hips. He forced himself to break away and enter into the Captain’s office.
“Zimmerman,” she said when she saw him. She was standing behind her desk as usual. Word around the offices is that no one has seen her sit, ever. The Captain’s female body was still very attractive even though she was far more muscular than most women he liked looking at. The woman was always in shape. Her breasts always jutted out in front of her and are always a distraction that’s hard to overlook—whoever doesn’t avoid looking at them is disciplined.
“Captain Stevens,” he responded.
“There’s a problem in the cryostasis room,” she said, looking at a clipboard and not bothering to make eye contact with him. He took the opportunity to quickly sneak some glances at her breasts. “I want you to see why the temperature in the room is too high and fix it. Report must be on my desk in the morning. That is all.”
“Yes, Captain Stevens,” he said with a salute that she didn’t see and turned to leave.
The cryostasis room was definitely too warm. All of the cryo tubes were filled with people about to travel. It’s protocol for any person travelling in cryo sleep to reach the full state of sleep before departure. I looked at all of the passengers, stripped down to their underwear. The female half of the room provided some very good views. One woman’s choice in undergarments had been especially enticing since they had become transparent in the temperature change. She was gorgeous, fit and beautiful. He knew her; she was a mining officer who had dated a friend of his. The control room was in the back so and he walked over there slowly, taking his time walking by the sleeping females.
When he opened the door the room was unusually dark. The door closed silently behind him and he looked around, trying to let his eyes adjust. Lights flickered on multiple panels to his side and down the hall there was a curtain strung up in the back. Having not seen that there before he approached it quietly. When he was standing next to it he could hear breathing behind it. He slid a little of the curtain to the side and saw the cause of the noise.
At first he could only see two silhouettes moving close to each other. There were two small red electric lanterns were placed on either side of the control room. The lights were off behind him off behind and in front of him so he wasn’t very visible. The woman lying on the inflated mattress was one of the newer workers he travelled here with named Sheila. She was naked and squirming, biting her lower lip and gripping the edges of the mattress. Her lean and sexy body glowed red in the lighting but he knew her to be a very pale woman in a normal setting. Her black hair was pooled around her and shoulders but it still glistened in the red light.
Between her legs was the head of a man. He was moaning, as Sheila was, but was also working his hand back and forth, thrusting his fingers into her pussy. He licked and sucked on her, James could hear it from where he stood. Sheila grabbed the back of his head and ground her hips into his face, moaning, closing her eyes and breathing hard—her full breasts were heaving up and down, the glowing red outlines made them appear very seductive.
The man stood up and James could that see he was also naked. His body was very trim; he gripped her legs by their ankles and positioned his pelvis between her legs. Looking down on her made the red light catch his face. He was James’s friend, Ron. He’d known Ron for many years and he’d been the one that got him to work on this station. Ron’s penis was rock hard and engorged as he slid it slowly inside of Sheila. Her legs were spread wide and held in the air by Ron. He pulled her closer to him; he stood on the metal floor while she was lying down and he pulled her body closer to his to thrust himself inside of her. He went slowly at first, sliding in and out of her gently and leaning forward to grab her hips and pull himself inside of her. She gasped and groaned, bending her legs around his waist and to hold him to her.
James was getting incredibly aroused just watching them. His penis was getting so hard it was straining against the uniform. His breathing was getting heavier but he stayed hidden behind the curtain as I watched them. Ron leaned further forward and kissed Sheila’s neck as he thrust into her. The red light made their bodies glow as
he kissed his way down her neck and over her collar bone and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Sheila threw her head back and held Ron’s head in place, making him remain there. James looked around behind him, saw that no one was around, and resumed watching them.
Ron was turning Sheila over, her ass looked amazing cast in black and red. He spanked her ass as she got onto her hands and knees. I could see her breasts hanging between her arms as Ron held her hips tightly and pounded his cock into her—her ass shaking with each deep thrust. They both grunted and moaned, Sheila was pushing her body back into him.
“Harder,” she said. “I want you to do it harder and faster.”
He could see sweat glistening on their bodies in red dots as he thrust harder and harder, spanking her so loud that the smacking sound echoed in the metal room. James felt a hand gently place itself in his back and, startled, he turned to see Megan standing there behind him.
“Oh,” he whispered. “You scared me.”
“What are you watching?” she asked me in a very low whisper, a smile starting to lift the corners of her lips.
“I think that’s Ron and Sheila,” he whispered. “They are… they seem to be…”
“Having sex?” she offered.
“Um, yes,” he replied.
She looked past him, and he turned to look at the couple too. Ron was pounding as hard as he could into Sheila, she was on her side with one leg held in the air and he was shaking the entire mattress and holding onto her and grunting, both of them sweating profusely.
“They are really going at it,” Megan said in an amused tone.
“Sure are,” he said. “What should we do?”
“We could be courteous and let them finish,” she said. “We could also be polite and not spy on them.”
“Courteous sounds good,” he said.
Megan looked at him, her smile widened.
“Not polite, though?” she asked.
“Well…” he said. “Do you not want to watch?”
She looked at them, a gleam of interest in her eye he’d not seen before then she looked back at James. She was standing so close to me him body nearly touched his. Her face was closer than it had ever been. Her perfume, her natural scent, along with him already being turned on, made the situation intoxicating. They returned our attention to the silhouettes as they were just getting into a different position where Sheila was riding Ron’s cock, her breasts bouncing in front of her as Ron reached up and squeezed them. He slid his hands down her body and grabbed her hips and thrust himself up into her. Sheila put her hands on his chest and for the added stability rode him harder and harder.
James touched the small of Megan’s back and she quickly turned her head to look at him.
“What are you doing, James?” she whispered sharply.
“I… don’t know,” he replied. he slowly took his hand off of her back.
“Thank you,” she said, and we resumed watching Ron and Sheila rock that mattress in the red light.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Sheila got louder and louder then threw her head back and her lower body started to spasm and jerk amidst the thrusting and the riding. Ron held her hips tightly and continued thrusting during Sheila’s orgasm.
“Harder! Harder! Right there! Yes!” Sheila yelled. Their groans and Ron’s grunts echoed as well. As Sheila’s orgasm passed the peak she collapsed onto Ron’s body and he held her gently to his body and thrust into her slowly, letting her orgasm come to its gradual end as he slid slowly in and out of her. They kissed and he let his hands slowly roam her naked body.
Megan and James exchanged glances, both of them apparently more self-conscious with the display of tender affection than lustful sex—probably because the affection made this look more like us intruding on a private scene. The notion served to make James even more aroused and only increased the urge to touch Megan again. It may have been his imagination, but it seemed like Megan’s body got a little closer to his.
Ron and Sheila rolled over so that Ron was on top of her, thrust slowly in and out of her as they kissed more. Sheila caressed his face and shoulders and Ron’s thrusting got harder and harder even though his speed never increased. Soon he grunted so she broke their kiss as he got upright over her and she reached down, stroking his stiff cock with both of her hands as he came all over her chest, abs and waist. Sheila moaned in delight of his orgasm, and Ron barely contained his pleasured yell.
As if this was their cue, Megan and James quietly stepped away and headed towards the door at the end of the long hall in silence. When they were outside they looked at each other again. The brightness of the cryostasis room was surprising at first.
“I’ll fix the temperature later, give them a moment,” he said.
“Very well,” Megan said. “I have a question for you.”
“Yes?” he asked.
“Why did you touch me?” she asked. Her face seemed mostly neutral, though the very faintest trace of a grin could be seen.
“I… felt compelled to,” he replied.
“The only way you can touch me is in a SCP,” she said.
“Ooh,” he said. “A Simulated Combat Program, how romantic. Is that a challenge, Megan?”
“It was not intended to be,” she said. “But I’m not opposed to it. Tonight, then?”
“It’s a date,” he said, grinning.
“It most certainly isn’t,” she said, though her smile was more obvious now.
He watched her wonderful body walk away and leave. He was so aroused that he felt like running to her and engulfing her in a romantic embrace. Shaking his head he tried to clear away the fantasy thoughts and headed off in the opposite direction.
Chapter 2
That night James was eager to sit in his room at the simulation chair and attach the headset to his temples. He sat back, eager to get started. He sighed nervously and activated the computer. His vision dimmed to complete blackness as his mind opened to the computer.
The lobby’s wall by the sign in monitors had a large DIGITAL AGE logo on it, they design and engineer our training programs. The digital lobby was mostly empty; he hoped that was because there weren’t many logged on tonight not that a lot of programs were taken. James looked down at the clothes that he chose to log in with. His black clothes were tight like a scuba suit, though the fit was customary for combat training. He’d earned the black edition by doing a lot of stealth training.
“Hello James,” he heard Megan say behind him. “Nice to see you could make it.” He turned to look at her and she looked stunning. Her hair was back in a ponytail but was curled and had black stripes in it. Her clingy red uniform showed of her body even more than her work suit. Her breasts looked bigger, her hips fuller, her legs even longer.
“Hi Megan,” he replied. “You look radiant tonight.”
“Thank you,” she said. “I think black suits you. It makes you look… taller.”
“Taller?” he hadn’t expected that reaction. The word he was going for was ‘dashing.’
“Yes,” she said. “It makes me think you may be my height.”
“Aren’t I?” he asked.
“You are nearly two centimeters shorter than me,” she said.
“I didn’t know that...” he said, a little taken back.
“So what kind of combat training shall we do?” she asked, looking at the sign in monitor. “It seems most of them are free. Lucky night.”
“Let’s hope so,” he said. She smirked at that. “Oh, zero gravity sounds fun.”
“Have you done that one before?” she asked, smiling with only one side of her mouth.
“Um, no,” he replied. “Have you?”
“Many times,” she said. “Let’s do it. There, signed us in, let’s go.”
“Ok,” he said, now intimidated. “Cool.”
Taking deep breath, he straightened the digital clothes and they entered the training room. The walls were a deep obsidian color to it with thin purple lines running in a vertical directi
on up and down them. The walls looked at least ten stories tall with a ceiling and floor that matched the walls. He turned and saw the door they’d entered through close and disappear—that part would always creep him out a little. The lighting in the room seemed like it was fluorescent but there were no light sources in the room.
“Computer,” Megan said loudly and there was no echo in this digital world. “Activate space background.”
The walls and lines dissolved and all around us the stars of space appeared. In the distance to our right was Earth’s moon and behind us was Earth looking not much bigger than a beach ball. Above us was a depiction of Earth’s sun in the distance. I looked at my feet and I knew I was standing on the floor still, but it looked like nothing was beneath me. This was the first time I’d experienced this and I nearly got motion sickness. Megan turned to me, her face looking cheerful but almost mischievous.
“Computer,” she announced again. “Staff training activate and zero gravity activate.”
Five foot long combat staffs appeared in their hands, hers red and his black. What he noticed most was that the floor had fallen away but he stayed where he was and began now slowly drifting upwards and forwards.
“Are you ready, James?” Megan said, grinning in a way that frightened him a little. She looked beautiful but also predatory.
“Sure thing, Megan,” he said, not sounding as confident as he’d hoped to sound. Megan shifted her staff to one hand and made a powerful swimming motion and propelled herself towards him at surprising speed. He tried to block her blow but she’d already brought her staff down on his shoulder. James’s shoulder buzzed, indicating a hit but it didn’t hurt like he expected it to. She continued to fly past him and struck his back as she did. That blow pushed him forward and away from her. He turned and swam towards her but she deflected all the blows and sent him in a different direction while she swam after him in the air to hit my legs and stomach. Finally James was able to block the next two hits then used his free hand to grab her staff and hit her in the shoulder, her side, her hip and knee. She kicked his hand holding her staff and freed herself then hit him on the top of the head. The dizziness from the buzzing indicated the hit and he groaned loudly. Megan paused and watched him.
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