Sasha stormed into the Anavin space dock, passing her pilot's license to the deck commander. He only looked her over once, her fuck off attitude not endearing conversation. She dreaded the visits to Anavin but she was contractually obligated to protect crew morale. She sighed, accepting the inevitable stresses this would bring. Only an all male crew would keep their morale in their dicks.
As Captain of the freighter vessel Fentress, Sasha Petrovich was always the last to leave the ship, locking the dock door so none of her crew became enamored and tried to stow away one of Anavin's companions. Normally, when docked, the crew could come and go as they pleased. But five years in space without a woman often proved too much for a man, even if they were married back on Earth.
"Will you be requesting a companion, Captain?" The deck commander inquired.
Sasha almost snorted. "And what exactly do you expect me to do with one of those three-breasted females?" She glared at the commander. "Not all lady Captains want tits, commander. And until you start catering to both ladies as well as gents, you won't be making money off this ship's Captain!"
Granted most explorers and space workers were male, but it still rubbed Sasha the wrong way that all bordello workers were female or female oriented. Of course she could always abuse her station of power as Captain and take one of her crew as a lover. But the opportunity had never presented itself. The men never looked at her as a desirable woman but as a strong, capable leader. Of course her imposing Russian heritage didn't help matters. At 6'2", Sasha either towered over or met most men head on. Neither was she the tall waifish type, her muscles strong and imposing she could match any of her men's work load.
"Ahh. But Captain Petrovich, we have taken your feedback to heart and hired on a Mokian. It's been fabulous for Anavin's morale. He keeps the women busy during dry spells. I wish I'd thought of this sooner!"
"No offense, Brak, but you have a dick. Why would you think of it sooner?" Sasha threw her duffel over her shoulder and headed to her usual accommodations for the 78 hour dock. Usually she slept through the docking at Anavin, catching up on sleep while her crew rested up in their own way. But her curiosity was piqued. Maybe she'd at least meet the Mokian. What's the worse that would happen?
***
Baen didn't look up when Brak, the bordello commander, shouted into his room. "Room E42, and she's a Captain so see that she's taken care of!"
"Yes, sir." Baen muttered softly, not meeting Brak's eyes. He'd been on Anavin only three months, the time passing by quickly. He'd had very few actual clients. Most of his time was occupied by the companions experiencing dry spells, keeping their bodies satisfied.
As a Mokian, Baen was ashamed to be relegated to a Bordello for work. But he'd been banished from his home planet for falling in love and seducing the King's daughter. As punishment he was sent off planet to this place where his only job would be mating with women he did not love. For a Mokian, it was quite a punishment.
Admittedly, Baen acted rashly when he compromised Nedia. Several years younger, she had succumbed to his classic Mokian looks and enamored praise. Granted she was beautiful and charming, but he knew now it'd been the challenge she presented that made his body burn.
Baen quickly showered and draped his service robe over his body. The garment was a simple drape, covering his body but easy to remove. It was one of the perks of his job; he preferred as little hindrance to his body as possible. He'd never enjoyed the large buckled outfits on Moki. They had been stifling in the heat of his home planet.
When he came to room E42, Baen stood outside for several minutes, bracing himself for the job he had to do. Obligation made sex increasingly unpleasant for him. Before it had been the joy of winning over a beautiful woman's trust and making her fall in love with him that aroused him. Now he was obligated to become aroused to whatever creature he was ordered to please. Baen took a deep breath and conjured the image of Nedia in his head, knowing her body would instigate his arousal to sufficiently service a client.
He knocked on the door and the woman who answered made his tongue swell. Standing a good two feet shorter than him, she was exemplified the definition of round womanhood. Her breasts were high and well formed, her hips spreading wider than her shoulders. By no means was she stereotypically beautiful, but her eyes screamed at him, daring him to live up to her expectations.
"I am Baen," he introduced himself, bowing low.
"Are you?" She snapped. She confused him with her anger. He could clearly see her body was aroused, her pupils dilated, her nipples clearly puckering beneath her uniform.
"I am the Mokian companion. I was led to understand my services were requested." Baen met her challenge, implying she had to accept him in order to receive his services. She stood still for several drawn out seconds, the gears in her mind clearly working.
"You'll have to forgive me, Baen. I'm not accustomed to receiving the services of a companion."
***
Sasha blushed, embarrassed by her defensiveness. How could she find him attractive? He was a bordello worker! The man must have been seven feet tall with the widest shoulders she'd seen in her life. The robe covering his body barely did its job, stopping in the middle of his thighs, with an open V at his chest, exposing his defined pectoral and abdominal muscles.
"I suppose you'd better come in," Sasha swung the door wide, inviting him inside. She wasn't sure what she'd do with him, but she couldn't let any of her crew see him sitting outside like a lost puppy. The last thing she needed were rumors on the Fentress undermining her authority.
"Mistress," he bowed low and entered her quarters. He wouldn't look her straight in the eye, his head keeping to the floor. How very odd, Sasha thought. A man that large shouldn't be shy. A man that good looking definitely shouldn't be unsure of himself.
"My name is Sasha. I'm from Earth." Sasha invited him to sit down at the small settee in her quarters. "Have you heard of my planet?"
He sat down, his body so big she was scared he would break the small chair. He looked like an adult sitting at a small child's tea table. He only nodded at her question, still not meeting her eyes. And for some reason his timidity just bothered her.
"What crawled into your cereal, Mr. Baen? Or are you just pissed off you scored the chubby human chick as your client? Maybe you'd like to see what the men from my ship have to offer you?" If the man was heterosexual that oughta put a bee in his bonnet. Sasha hated it when men acted like she was supposed to be the aggressor. Couldn't they at least take the lead in the bedroom?
"When I agreed to this employment it was with the understanding I would not be required to service men." Baen scowled. Ha! She hit a soft spot there, Sasha thought. But his next words stopped her, "What is chubby?" He mispronounced the word, making it sound like choppy. She had to smile; his confusion was actually kind of cute.
Sasha sat back and looked at him, not sure she wanted to explain what chubby was. The thought of explaining how she wasn't top shelf back on Earth felt like telling a child Santa Claus didn't exist.
"It means highly sexed," Sasha grinned. "You have your work cut out for you tonight." Sasha crossed her legs gingerly as she ran her finger along the edge of her government issued ribbed tank top. She watched his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare, happy to get some kind of reaction from him.
