Space Leisure Utility Team

It took Maryn several minutes to realize where she was when she awoke. She was warm and comfortable, and a soft arm was draped across her stomach. When her mind woke up enough to remember, she knew she was in Vela's bed on O7. Her new coworker was spooning her, their legs tangled together, their torsos not quite pressed against each other but a mere inch apart. Vela had an arm slung over the other woman's stomach, and her fingers delicately skimmed the exposed skin at Maryn's naval, gently scratching back and forth.

She luxuriated in the stillness for a while longer, until there was a soft alarm from one of the panels next to the bed. Vela stirred, sighing contentedly.

"Morning, gorgeous!" She said in a sing-song voice, stretching and silencing the alarm. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I was super comfortable. Thank you again for letting me stay with you until my room is ready."

"Ohmygod, it's totally no big deal! Let's get ready so we aren't late to morning meeting."

The women threw on clean clothes and washed up before heading to the SLUT locker room, where the morning meeting would be held. As they traversed the halls, Vela explained that they met as a team once a week in the locker room to go over any pressing issues, changes, or events to look out for. It was a chance for the whole team to be together in the same room and connect, which Vela said made them feel more cohesive.

"I have to admit," Maryn said as they boarded a silver and glass elevator, "everyone is so much nicer than I expected. At the Academy they make it seem like it's every woman for herself."

"Oh, I know," Vela answered, rolling her eyes. "I remember it being like that too. I was so nervous to start because I thought everyone would be so bitchy! But it couldn't be more opposite than that, especially here. The other girls are my best friends. We all try really hard to support each other. There's no point in having it any other way - there's enough dick and credits for everyone!"

Maryn smiled. She was so grateful to have Vela as her friend right from the beginning.

Once they arrived at the locker room, Vela tapped her data pad on the door panel to grant them access. "I bet you'll be getting yours today," she told Maryn as they entered.

The locker room was even more lively than it had been the day before. She recognized several of the women she had already met, plus a few new faces. They were all gathered in the central part of the room, chatting and waiting for the meeting to start. They joined the circle of faces, and Vela immediately introduced Maryn to Beim, who sat at their right. She remembered Vela mentioning that one of the SLUT members was an alien race, and she quickly realized it must have been Beim. The woman had soft, purple skin - the color of lilacs - and her face was dotted with adorable, bright yellow freckles. Her eyes were dark and deep, and her fingers were long and slender, like the rest of her body. She knew right away the woman was from Tabeon and she was eager to learn more about her. There had been a few alien girls at the Academy, but she they tended to keep to themselves so she didn't know any of them very well. And if she remembered correctly, Tabeons had a slightly different anatomy, which would definitely be interesting to see.

She recognized Witty, the gorgeous, curvy redhead, who gave all three of the women cheek kisses in greeting and cooed "Morning, my darlings!"

Looking around the circle, there were two other women she hadn't met, but Damona cleared her throat before she had a chance to talk to them.

"Morning, gals!" Damona began, and the group all responded jovially. She stood facing the circle, looking over notes on her data pad. "I just have a couple of things to go over today, so this should be a fairly quick meeting. I'm going to let Vela kick us off!"

Vela, who had been sitting on one of the room's benches, hopped to her feet, her breasts bouncing with enthusiasm. As she did so, every woman in the room let out a coordinated "ahh-woop!" and clapped in unison. It was like some sort of summer camp chant and Vela giggled. "Thank you, ladies! Ok, so first and foremost, we have something very exciting to discuss this morning. As your SL, I would like to be the first to welcome Maryn to the SLUT O7 team!" Everyone in the room cheered and clapped, and Vela pulled Maryn to her feet.

"Thanks, everyone," she said, blushing.

Vela continued, "Maryn, I am already totally obsessed with you and we are all so happy to have you joining us! You're gonna love working here and we are all here to help you." She turned, addressing the rest of the smiling group now. "She's going to be observing mostly this week - Damona and I will be coordinating all of that and making sure your clients have signed their waivers - so make sure to help her out and answer all of her questions when you can. Yay, thanks everyone!"

With that, she sat back down next to Maryn, looping their arms together and giving her a squeeze. Maryn was overcome with gratitude.

Damona then took over the meeting again and went over a few things that flew right over Maryn's head - something about a scheduling software change and floor maintenance that would be coming up. "Last, but not least," she continued, reading from the data pad, "don't forget that the Gnida 5 docks here in two weeks and we're all invited to the welcome gala. It's usually a fun night, so make sure it's on the calendar. Other than that, Maryn will be observing Witty this morning, then she'll observe Fawn later this evening. Vela will make sure you know where you're going, Maryn, and you'll be able to watch like you did yesterday."

Maryn nodded. Her stomach churned with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She would be seeing two other women work today, which meant she would also be watching two gorgeous ladies fuck. Definitely not a bad way to spend the work day.

During the meeting, Witty had been sitting on the floor and painting her toenails a deep red, her sweatpants rolled up to the knees. Hazelle sat on the bench behind her and slowly rolled Witty's red locks up into curlers while they listened, hair pins sticking out of one corner of her mouth. And she wasn't sure which woman Fawn was - she hadn't been around yesterday - but there were two women in the circle she didn't recognize, a petite Owaa woman and a tall woman with light features who Maryn guessed was from Surn.

Vela must have noticed her confused look, because she pulled Maryn to her feet and called across the room. "Fawny, come meet our new bestie!"

The Owaa woman turned upon hearing her name, and flashed them a dazzling smile. Her long black hair hung straight down her back, almost reaching her ass, and she was wearing a seafoam leisure set that looked comfortable and expensive.

She flounced over to the women. "So nice to meet you Maryn!" Her voice was silky and sultry, even in casual conversation. She lifted her arms for a hug, and she was so short that Maryn had to crouch down to reach her.

They exchanged pleasantries and Maryn learned that Fawn was meeting her client out for drinks later that evening. "He wants to show me off to some people from work, I think, but then we'll head back to his room. Tech should have cameras all set up so you can watch the whole thing, though I can't guarantee that part will be interesting." She tossed her shiny hair sweetly over a shoulder.

"That's great, I'm just excited to see you work," Maryn said. Fawn put a hand to her chest and cooed like she was flattered.

"She's the absolute cutest, right?" Vela giggled. Maryn knew she was blushing, but she figured she would have to get used to that. Who wouldn't feel bashful when two perfect women called them cute?

After some more chatting, Vela took Maryn up to the security suite and left, presumably to do some work of her own. The usual security officer wasn't there -- shift change, apparently -- and the one working was older, polite, and generally uninterested in chit-chat. Which was fine with Maryn. She didn't know how she would make it through another day of squirming in her seat if the guy was paying too much attention to her.

She got set up on the computer, put on the headphones, and waited. The screen showed a hallway and she watched as several people passed by. She knew she was waiting for Witty to arrive, but she wasn't sure how long it would take. Engrossed in the motion on the screen, she nearly jumped out of her skin when someone dragged a long fingernail across her shoulders.

Hazelle stood behind her, a hefty bag on her arm. She was smiling and pulling a chair forward, seemingly to join the viewing.

"Hey, Hazelle! Are you observing today too?"

"Just for fun!" She sat in the chair and plopped the bag onto her lap, rummaging inside. "I didn't have anything this morning and Witty is my girl so I thought I would join you if you didn't mind! She's so fucking hot to watch, no one does it quite like her, you'll see." She grabbed another pair of headphones from the desk and slipped them on, then passed Maryn a bright blue package she had pulled from her bag. It was a pack of fruity candy, and Hazelle settled into her chair, opening her own bag of candy, and grinned at the screen with anticipation.

Soon, Witty appeared on the screen. She was wearing a long black coat, the belt pulled tightly around her waist. Her hair was gorgeously curled, styled like an old Hollywood movie star. She patched into the door and entered the room.

The man she was seeing was on the older side, but was fairly handsome. They exchanged pleasantries, Witty kissing the man on both cheeks, then he walked into the bedroom, settling into a chair that faced the end of the bed. It appeared they had an established routine and didn't need to have much preamble.

Witty followed him into the room, circling the chair seductively. She traced a red gloved finger across his chest as she slowly walked behind him. Whipping the belt from her coat, she bent down and tied his hands behind his back. She gave the belt a hard tug and Maryn sucked in her breath.

There was music playing, though it wasn't clear where it was coming from. Witty circled back to the front of the chair, in full view of her client. She stared into his eyes, the definition of a sultry look, as she slowly unbuttoned her coat. Before pulling it open, she ran her hands down her body, showing off her ample curves and teasing what was underneath.

Hazelle slapped Maryn's arm with the back of her hand, and Maryn pulled off one ear of her headphones.

"She does kind of a burlesque thing a lot of the time. Grew up a classically trained dancer, so she has a super unique style. Guys go mad for it. And obviously, her body is to die for. Just wait until you see!" Hazelle winked and slipped the headphones back on.

On the screen, Witty was facing away from the man and began sliding the coat down her arms. Underneath, she was wearing a sheer red dress with feathers on the trim. It hit just below the curve of her ass, and you could clearly see the matching lingerie beneath. Garters held up sheer red stockings that went to her thighs.

Dropping the coat, she spun to face the man once more, and Maryn gasped again. Witty really was stunning - that porcelain skin contrasting with the red of the lace and her hair was so striking, but Maryn found herself practically salivating to see what lay underneath. Her breasts swelled tantalizingly in the dress, and it flared out at her wide hips, showing off her thick legs. She hadn't even taken her clothes off and Maryn thought she looked good enough to eat.

Witty continued her performance, sliding a hand up one arm before slipping the glove off, biting the middle finger and pulling it downward between her tits. She moved fluidly to the music and Maryn found her heart was beating wildly. Once the gloves were gone, Witty began removing the dress, slipping it from one shoulder, then the other. She let it run over her boobs, caressing the flesh with her hands as it went, then dropped it to the floor. Her tits were practically overflowing from her red lace bra, the soft skin begging to be tasted. Her round stomach jiggled as she moved, and she spun slowly, revealing her phenomenal ass, framed by a red lacy thong.

Maryn had never seen an ass quite like Witty's. It was utterly perfect - large and round, smooth and delicious looking. A ripe peach begging to be devoured. She imagined what it would feel like to squeeze, what it might be like to have that ass sitting on her lap. She crossed her legs, feeling moisture already forming between her thighs.

The client, still tied up in the chair, groaned loudly, his head lolling from one side to the other, lust glazing over his eyes. Witty leaned over him, planting her hands on the chair over his shoulders, and pressed her cleavage towards his face, just out of reach. As he leaned forward, understandably desperate to taste her, she leaned backward, teasing him further. He lapped at the air and she grinned triumphantly.

Leaning back, she turned again, shimmying over his lap. This time, she allowed her body to touch him, settling her ass on to his legs, grinding on him. He let out a louder groan as she gyrated, bending at the waist.

Maryn snuck a glance at Hazelle, who was watching the show with an amused grin on her face. She noticed Maryn looking at her and mouthed "so hot," then popped another piece of candy in her mouth.

Back on the screen, Witty had exited the man's lap and was now on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass in the air facing him. She must have untied him, because he was rubbing his cock through his pants, watching her ass cheeks bounce back and forth. Her back arched, and Maryn could see the pink glisten of her pussy peeking out of the thong. Maryn licked her lips, unable to look away.

The man got up from the chair, falling to his knees before the bed. He grabbed the thong on either side, sliding it down Witty's round hips until it reached her knees, leaving her fully exposed, pussy pointing to the ceiling. Her cunt was fat and swollen, glistening with moisture. Maryn imagined how easy it would be to slide her fingers inside, curling them to find just the right spot. She wondered how Witty would taste. She had thought more about eating pussy in the past two days than she had in her entire life. She glanced sidelong at Hazelle and saw she was still smiling, idly tracing a finger in circles on one nipple. They were clearly both enjoying themselves.

But not as much as Witty's client, who dove into her pussy, face-first, like it was water in the desert. He sank between her thighs, lapping and sucking with abandon. Witty's back arched more, her stomach pressing against the tops of her thighs, as he continued eating her. Maryn could hear his loud slurping mixed with Witty's moans. He sucked her clit into his mouth and pulled slightly, then dove back in, licking his way up to her asshole. He buried his face in her ass, rolling his head back and forth with lustful enjoyment. The sights and sounds were overwhelming, and Maryn felt her pussy start to throb. Hazelle was squeezing her left tit in earnest now, not bothering to hide it.

Witty cried out suddenly, bucking her hips back against the man's face. Maryn was surprised he wasn't knocked over by the sheer force, but he kept licking and slurping at her until she cried out.

"Fuck, daddy!" Witty screamed, clenching her thighs around his head. Her legs and ass were suffocating him, but what a way to go! He licked the cum leaking down her legs as she came down. Then, he stood, removing his clothes. Witty flipped onto her back to watch, sliding the thong off fully and unclasping her bra. She tossed it aside, watching him.

If Maryn thought Witty's ass was fantastic -- which she did -- she wasn't even prepared for the perfection that was her tits. They were huge, swollen and round, with bright pink nipples the size of a lemon slice. She wanted to suck them into her mouth, taste them, tease them with her tongue until they puckered and hardened.

The client clearly felt the same, because his cock was standing fully at attention as he mounted the bed. He was a good size, if not terribly thick, and Maryn thought about how it would feel in her mouth, how she might roll his balls in her palm before taking him.

Witty spread her legs into a wide V, and the client lined his hard cock up against her pussy. Grabbing her thighs, he thrust forward and took her hard in one motion. Witty threw her head back with pleasure, her mouth open and her red lipstick smeared on her cheek. The man started pounding into her, slowly at first, but then gradually faster, but always hard. He grunted savagely with each thrust, while Witty let out the sexiest little squeals. She clutched her massive tits in her hands, squeezing them, rolling the nipples between her fingers. The man's head rolled back as he continued thrusting, his groans getting louder, until he shouted her name, slamming into her with full force.

Maryn realized she had been holding her breath. Now that the client had come, she breathed deeply. Her heart was racing, her hands clenched into fists in her lap, and she knew her pussy was soaked. Witty had this effortless poise and sensuality about her, and Maryn tried to file away as much of the performance as possible so she could learn from it, but her horny brain just wanted to fuck someone -- anyone. She thought of the toy in Vela's shower longingly.

Hazelle squeezed her on the thigh, pulling off her headphones. "Holy shit, that was amazing! I told you she was incredible." Her hand was warm and Maryn's skin tingled in its absence when she stood. "Ugh, I have to go, but that was so fun. I'm gonna be so inspired for my sesh later. Thanks for letting me sit with you, girlie!"

"Of course, um, anytime," Maryn said, unconsciously clenching her thighs together.

Hazelle blew her a kiss and left the security room. Maryn watched for a while longer as Witty and the client kissed and cuddled in bed before exiting the suite. She wanted to wander around and find a bathroom, but she knew she was soaked and one touch would be loud enough to give herself away if she tried to get off. She would have to wait until she could truly be alone this evening.

After getting herself together, she had some lunch, met Damona for a training session on the scheduling system, then circled back to the security room for her second observation of the day. The image of Witty bent over on the bed, perfect ass in the air and fat pussy glistening, had been playing on a loop in her mind all afternoon. She knew she wasn't as focused as she should have been during her training, but she was doing her best not to fall apart completely.

She was alone -- aside from the same security employee -- this time. She knew Fawn was meeting her client out at a restaurant before to begin their appointment, so she waited as the screen loaded up a view of a dimly lit dining area. O7 boasted hundreds of restaurants, so she couldn't be sure which one this was, but it looked luxurious. Dark panels, meant to mimic natural wood, lined the walls, and red lamps and upholstery gave the whole place a speakeasy vibe.

The room was milling with people, but Fawn was immediately easy to spot. Maryn felt her mouth go slack when she saw her -- Fawn was dressed in a skin-tight black dress that skimmed the top of her thighs. It had a slit going up one leg that showed her smooth olive skin almost all the way to her hip, a shiny faux safety pin holding the fabric in place. Her silky black hair was blown out and flowed behind her as she walked, and she wore impossibly high heels that showed off her toned legs and ass. She was magnetic, and every head in the room turned to gaze at her as she passed. Maryn watched as she spoke to the host of the restaurant, who motioned her towards the bar. She spotted her client, a handsome man in an expensive looking suit, who was sitting at the bar waiting for her. He rose to greet her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. He set his hands on her hips and held her away from him so he could take her in. The restaurant was full of chatting people, so it was hard to make out what he was saying to her, but it was obvious he appreciated her outfit. She blushed appropriately at his compliments and trailed a hand down the front of his crisp shirt, peering up at him from beneath her lashes.