The small tug bumped to a stop on the rocky surface. Three small rocket driven grapples drove into the surface anchoring the vessel to the speeding rock. It seemed small in the dark vastness of outer space. After a short period of time, the airlock of the craft opened. It was eerie in the loneliness all around. Then there was a rush of air that dissipated instantly into the vacuum. A clumsy lone figure emerged in a shiny silver spacesuit and slowly backed down the landing ladder to the surface.
He clipped the life line to the reinforced ring at the edge of the airlock. Safety is the first rule of a sole prospector in space. There was no one in the area to assist if an accident occurred or if he drifted off helpless in the weightless atmosphere to his doom.
The suited figure did a thorough inspection walk around the area of the anchored tug, searching for any dangers the scans hadn't picked up from orbit. In the process, he collected a bag full of rocks to run through the small assay device on board. The results would confirm the scans made from orbit.
They had disclosed that this asteroid was made of an amalgam of rare and valuable ores which, when sold would fund the prospector's life at a level of extravagance he had only dreamed of. He had found the "Lasseter's Reef" of legend.
Since the human race had embarked into space, the metals used in space vessels had sky-rocketed in price and created a new gold rush into the ether and vastness of the universe.
It was a lonely, friendless occupation as a Space Prospector, with the only human contact at the far flung frontier outposts. Where repairs and supplies could be obtained and a man could get a drink and a whore. Here hard men, disgruntled with the life on Terra, had fled to make their fortunes or die in the attempt.
It was amazing the advances man had made since the First World War when the alien hordes had descended on Terra to rape it of its natural resources. Finally mankind, all races, colour and creed had joined forces to defend the home world. It had lasted almost a decade but eventually humans had beaten the aliens, driving them out of the solar system. It was thanks to the infinity drive that Win Enterprises had developed giving man faster than light space travel and unlimited energy to power the new wave of laser cannons and photon torpedoes. It gave humans the power and equipment to overcome the invaders.
After the war, still in the euphoria of victory, humans were united for the first time ever and started to work together for the benefit of all mankind now known as Terran's. Hunger and disease had been wiped out in the following decade. All mankind were equal. Free health care became universal, peace reigned in the world for the first time in history. All the time, effort and money was now used to make the world a utopia for all the peoples of this great planet. It was a world of good.
With all the advances though, there was nothing seriously changed with human nature. Man would always be man, greedy and envious of someone else's successes. It had spawned the masses of space pirates who plundered the lonely outposts of space, in particular the Space Prospectors. Hundreds of prospectors and their space crafts had disappeared without trace after reporting sightings of space pirates.
The lonely spaceman was a skilled prospector and cast his experienced eye over the rocky surface. He was excited by what he saw. The next two weeks would be spent in mindless sampling of the big asteroid. The assays and sonic maps of the asteroid would be enough to sell a percentage of the rock to a mining company. He would get them to do the mining and sit back and think how to spend the money that would flow in.
First things first though, he had to get to a settlement with a Registry Office and register his claim on the asteroid. He already had one in mind. Just thinking of the rough settlement he had in mind made him smile. He had a friend that ran the local bar and grill. A red head, mid-thirties, trim figure and a touch over 5'6."
He was looking forward to catching up again. The last visit had ended badly when he got into a bar fight and virtually destroyed her bar. It had been wrecked in the past but not like that. It was after all where the hardened miners congregated to blow off steam and get with some human company, decent food a good hangover and some female affection. But when two men have designs on the same woman at the same time, serious trouble isn't far behind. Testosterone and pride rears its ugly head.
With the assaying completed and a small amount of raw ore, Fury secured the tug contents and prepared to head back to civilisation. The ore would give him enough credits to exploit his find and enjoy himself. With the ship stowed, Fury fired the infinity drive, jettisoned the landing grapples and lifted gently from the surface.
With the ship orbiting the asteroid, Fury programmed in the 3 dimensional co-ordinates of the Asteroid Bar & Grill, double checked them twice and sent the ship into the void for the week long journey back to civilisation.
He climbed into the stasis bed ready for his prolonged sleep. His thoughts drifted back to the last meeting with the woman who haunted his thoughts day and night...
They were in her private dining room lined in deep red velvet, separated from the noise and activity of her bar by being on the mezzanine floor and blanketed by a wall of heavy drapes. The room was lit by several candles. The wine was on ice in a silver ice bucket on its own stand and the food was of excellent quality. A rare experience on the frontier.
Above all else was the company. She was everything he desired in a woman, a redhead (always a sucker for a pretty redhead) intelligent, fiery temperament, pale skin, excellent breasts, shapely legs and a strong toned body.
His thoughts drifted past the early evening and on to the later evening as he escorted her to her accommodation and the long sweet good night kiss; how she had invited him in for a nightcap. After a short period of dancing to the music, how their kisses had gotten stronger, deeper and more demanding. They explored each other's bodies until she took his hand and led him to her boudoir.
She pampered him first with a hot oil massage, relieving him of all his tension and once relaxed, she lay beside his naked body in nothing more than a pair of transparent panties. He saw they were already damp at the crotch. Her head rested on his chest while her finger traced the spider web of scars across his chest. There were plenty of them earned over a rough life.
Her finger was seductive, slowly moving downward at a snail's pace until it circled his navel. They chatted softly in to the night, while she continued to trace his chest. The dull roar of the 24 hour bar never far away in the background.
Her finger continued its idle search of his body as they chatted but decided to change to a more seductive explore. It descended, coming to the wiry mat of pubic hair. She carried on, twirling his short, curly hair and then gently grasped his cock.
His breath caught in his throat, and his heart rate jumped in anticipation. She slowly stroked his manhood and her lips kissed their way down his body towards her active hand. She reached the tip of the shaft, slowly teasing him with her lips, with her tongue and grazing teeth. The seduction caused him to arch his back from the bed. Eventually she kissed the head and slowly took him into her mouth.
Sighing with sublime pleasure, he relaxed as she gave him a blow job, raising him to surf the edge of climax and by manipulation of his shaft, bringing him back down from that edge. Only to repeat, building back to the point of no return and again denying him his climax.
