Episode One: When Howie Met Cinda
Part 1
Early one Monday afternoon, Dexter Spielmann, the new manager of MicroHard's outlet on Ganymede, set the store controls for
Welcome Customers
so that he'd be alerted if anyone entered the sales room. He then stepped into the dark storage area, closing the door behind him.
"Cinda?" he asked quietly.
"Right here where you left me, Honeybunch-Loverboy," she cooed as the lights came on.
"You know you can't call me that," Spielmann cautioned with a frostiness he didn't really feel.
"Would you prefer 'Cutie-Cock'?" she asked, tilting her head coquettishly and clasping her arms behind her back to show off her delightful breasts, then pursed her lips. "Or how about 'Big Mr. Girl Pleaser'? Or wait, wait - what about 'My Gigantic Gash-Gagging Goo Gusher'?"
"You're going to get us both in trouble." He tried to scowl, but the corners of his mouth kept sneaking up into an insuppressible little smile. "If you..."
"Where have you been, anyway, Lover-Lips?" she interrupted, stepping forward and taking hold of his arm to draw him to her.
"Don't call me 'Lover-Lips'," he continued with all the severity he could manage. "And don't interr..."
"What do you expect?" she broke in again with a hint of disapproval. "I haven't seen you in almost 4 hours. You're my very first boyfriend. And I'm beginning to suspect you must have found yourself a new girl."
"Not likely," Spielmann snorted. "Especially not here, the place where Hell actually
did
freeze over." His last assignment had been to the company's flagship store in Mumbai, and the climate of Jupiter's Galilean moons frightened him a little.
He held her at arm's length and a faint sadness crept into his smile. "You know that I'm not really your boyfriend, and that I can't be, though I sure wish I could," he said. "And you know that I've got to call your real boyfriend to let him know we've arrived at Ganymede. And you and I both know that he'll be over here pretty damn quick to check you out."
Lucinda shivered with excitement.
The lump in Spielmann's pants grew noticeably larger as he inspected her carefully.
She's just flat-out gorgeous
, he thought.
As pretty and as sexy as anything I've ever seen, even in the holo-porn vids.
She had long legs and small, but perfectly round breasts, green eyes and long, flame-red hair with more body than a weightlifter. She had on spike-heeled shoes and a low-cut, tight, green dress with a hemline just this side of pornographic. Her puffy, bee-stung lips glistened with bright pink lipstick and she wore lavender eye shadow and a sultry expression that made Spielmann's stiff cock throb and twitch.
"But, before I call, I think one last test procedure is in order," he murmured, sliding his arms around her and allowing her to press those wonderful tits against his chest. "Just because we at MicroHard are so fiercely dedicated to ensuring customer satisfaction."
His hand reached under the back of her dress and into her panties. As their lips met, Lucinda ground her hard clit against his thigh. His finger found her hot, puckered, little anus and she groaned in agonized pleasure. She deftly lowered his fly and began to massage his rock-hard cock while he teased her rigid nipple with the fingers of one hand and poked gently at her hungry asshole with the other.
"Just remember that these testing procedures are strictly proprietary and totally subject to your project integrity guidelines," he whispered in her ear. "That means you can't tell anyone."
"Oh, shut up and shove it into me," she whispered back.
"Can't do that quite yet," he sighed.
"O'Brien," he shouted in the general direction of the adjoining workshop.
She tried to slide down to her knees so she could take him into her mouth, but he held her tightly to prevent it.
"O'Brien," he screamed impatiently. "Get in here… now! And bring the testing protocol with you."
She undid his belt and his pants floated slowly to his ankles in the light Ganymedian gravity. She was yanking hard on his boner now, kissing his neck and nibbling on his earlobe.
"We don't have to wait for him," she rasped with an undertone of urgency. "We know the test procedures by now. I do anyway." She stepped out of her panties with her left leg, leaving them dangling from her right thigh. "I even know the extended, in-depth, comprehensive, six-month performance evaluation process. And it's almost time for it. We could do it a little early. And O'Brien's probably just playing holo-games or watching holo-porn or reading dirty stories and whacking off, like usual."
She stood on her toes and bounced up and down, making repeated attempts to impale herself on his stiff prick. But he held her by the hips and kept her just far enough away. Still, once or twice she came so close that, to her immense frustration, her wet pussy lips wound up slithering the length of his cock.
"Cripes," she hissed. "It's not fair to get a girl all excited and then not take care of her. If a gentleman tells a lady he's going to fuck her, he at least ought to have the courtesy and common decency to do it. Anything else would be really rude."
Spielmann squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back. Desperation and anger now mixed in equal measure in his voice. "Hal?..... Hal?" he bellowed. "Where the fuck are..." He opened his eyes and saw O'Brien's lanky figure leaning against the doorjamb. "...you, Hal," he finished, his tone chilled to quiet fury.
"Maybe, just this once, I could conduct the testing?" Hal grumbled. "You've tested her three times already in the 24 hours since the two of you arrived. And I bet you tested her pretty damn thoroughly on the way out from Earth, too." He addressed his manager, but his eyes were glued to Lucinda.
"Besides," he added, "I'm the technician here, and this is a technical procedure. You're just a glorified salesman."
"Geeze, Hal," Spielmann replied, "Don't you care about the integrity of the testing process? Each evaluation has to be conducted under exactly the same conditions for the results to be comparable and valid." As he spoke, he nudged Lucinda slowly and gently backward. "I did the previous tests, so I have to do this one too, or the accuracy of the data will be seriously compromised."
He interrupted his monologue for a few seconds of passionate kissing, then continued. "We have to set aside personal desires and think only about product quality," he concluded.
He now had Lucinda pinned against the rear wall of the little storeroom. They kissed some more, writhing and grabbing wantonly at each other. She spread her legs eagerly.
An obscene bulge had developed behind the zipper of O'Brien's pants. "Whatever," he droned resentfully as he snapped open his electronic notebook. "I'm receiving transmitted data."
Spielmann pressed the tip of his hard prick against the opening of her hot cunt. She groaned in anticipation as her juices began to drool thickly down his shaft.
"So ask the damn questions," Spielmann ordered.
"Please, if I have to stand here and watch, at least don't make me ask the questions," Hal begged. "If I ask the questions, I have to listen to the answers, and that makes watching even worse."
Lucinda tried to force her dripping snatch down onto Spielmann's boner, but he stymied her attempts by backing off a little, so that his bloated tip just slid back and forth between her swollen pussy lips and brushed repeatedly against her rigid clit.
"Why do we have to wait for the stupid questions?" she whined in frustration.
"It has to be a legitimate test process, or I could get my ass fired for doing this," he answered apologetically.
"Ask the fucking questions, or pack your fucking bags for Pluto," he barked at O'Brien.
Hal O'Brien gawked at Lucinda. Watching a drop-dead adorable tramp like her struggling to get fucked had to be the most provocative thing he had ever seen. He fought the urge to put down the notebook and stick his hand into his pants.
He took a deep breath. He tried to look away, but couldn't.