Space Leisure Utility Team -

There were three sharp raps at Maryn's door.

"Open up, slut!" A voice called from the other side. Maryn laughed as she fastened the strap on her shoes. Pressing a button on her data pad, she opened the door.

Vela and Sylver stood in the doorway, the former holding two cups of iced coffee drinks. "Morning, gorgeous!" She cooed, waltzing into the room with ease. Vela entered every room this way, like she owned it, and Maryn wanted to be just like her.

"Morning, you two!" Finished with her shoes, she rose to meet the two women, kissing them each on the cheek. "Oh my god, is that for me?" She motioned towards the extra coffee. Vela smiled and handed it over. "You're literally an angel."

Vela tossed her hair. "You say that to all the girls." They all laughed easily, comfortable in each other's company.

Maryn had been on O7 for a few weeks now, and she had spent most of her time observing her peers as they worked. And by worked, she of course meant fucked. She had watched the two in front of her in many comprising positions, had watched Rho tie a man up and tease him with her crop for hours, and had seen the other girls taken on dates that ended with them on their knees, screaming with pleasure. And each night, she came back to the small apartment she now thought of as home, and stroked herself furiously in her bed, or used the detachable shower head to blast her clit with pressure.

But her observation period was coming to an end, and she was slated to have her first client appointment in a few days. She was more than ready, but also reasonably nervous. She wanted to do well, wanted to make her new friends proud of her.

That's why Vela and Sylver joined her that morning - they were taking Maryn shopping so she could get something alluring to wear for her appointment, as well as some new lingerie to sport underneath. Also, there was a luxury pleasure craft docking at O7 for a few days - the Gnida 5 - and the station would host a massive party to welcome the guests. All of the SLUT employees were invited, and Maryn had been told these parties were legendary. Not only were they a great opportunity to catch the eye of a tourist who might be a potential client, but the parties were said to be decadent and a roaring good time. So, they were meeting several of the other girls at one of the luxury shops for a private shopping day, since everyone wanted to look their best for the party.

Caffeine in hand, Maryn and her friends made their way to the luxury shopping district on O7. They walked part way, then took a tram until they came out onto a bustling courtyard, artificial vines and flowers adorning the raised walkways, lit up by the flashing billboards that loomed overhead. O7 was one of the biggest space stations every built, so there were endless options for shopping, but this particular wing held the higher end shops that attracted wealthier residents and visitors. Maryn had to admit that she was a tiny bit apprehensive about shopping here - while her coworkers had earned plenty of credits working with their wealthy clients, she had yet to start work and didn't have a lot to spend. But Vela had assured her, worst case scenario, if she didn't find anything she liked she could always borrow some of her clothes.

They passed richly appointed shop windows for brands Maryn had never even dreamed about owning. Wealthy women paraded down the walkways, arm in arm, huge shopping bags slung over their shoulders. Eventually, they reached Holesy, a luxury fashion house and retail store. Maryn had never dared shop there, and doubted she could afford anything inside, but she shrugged her apprehension aside and decided to have a good day with her friends, regardless.

Sylver pressed the buzzer outside the door, and a well dressed man led them inside the large boutique. The open space was lined with racks of clothing, all perfectly pressed and arranged. The shop clerk - Thorren - led them through the main room and into the dressing suite. There, soft, creamy lights and similarly fashioned furniture lined one wall of a large hall, while wood doors lined the opposite. On either end stood floor to ceiling mirrors, positioned so a shopper could see their outfit from every angle. In the center of the room was a large, round platform, presumably so a customer could stand and admire themself while trying things on.

Witty and Fawn were seated on one of the plush settees, chatting animatedly. They rose to greet the girls, cooing niceties and kissing their cheeks.

"I'm so pumped they shut down the store for us," Fawn said, falling back onto the couch. "I need to look hot for this party. Well, hotter than normal."

Vela giggled and joined her on the couch, linking their arms together and snuggling into her friend's side. "Obviously! And we can't forget, Maryn needs something for her first official appointment!"

All the women, save for Maryn, did the whooping cheer she had seen them do in the team meeting. "Aaah-woop!" They sang, then clapped in unison. Maryn turned, hearing someone clap behind her as well, as Hazelle joined them in the changing suite. Hazelle flung her arms around Maryn's shoulders, nearly spilling her coffee in the process.

"Morning, gorgeous ladies! You're not starting without me, are you?"

"We wouldn't dare," Maryn laughed, hugging her back. And with that, they set themselves upon the racks in the main shopping area.

Maryn was right to suspect the store would be too expensive for her -- most items cost more than she currently had in her credits account. She fingered the fine lace garments, appreciating their beauty, but didn't pick anything up like the rest of the girls had.

Vela bumped her shoulder with her own. "Hey, I told you," she said softly, "don't worry about the price. This is just supposed to be a fun experience! Try on whatever you like, there's no pressure to buy anything."

"Thanks, Vela." Maryn felt herself relax a bit. Vela gave her hand a squeeze and flounced away to look for her own fashion finds.

A few minutes later, they were all congregated back in the changing area. There were only three rooms in the suite, and Vela insisted Maryn be in the first batch to try things on. Inside the room, she slipped on the lingerie set she had chosen, and pulled the deep purple dress over her head. She admired herself in the mirror, running her hands down her toned body, feeling the rich fabric clinging to her curves. She had to admit, she looked pretty damn good. With a deep breath, she opened the door to the central room and was met with whoops and wolf whistles from her companions.

"Ohmygod, yes mama!" Witty called from the sofa, snapping her fingers in appreciation. "Hop on the platform, give us a twirl!"

Blushing, Maryn stood on the wooden platform and looked at the outfit from every angle while her friends continued to throw compliments at her.

"Your ass looks incredible," Sylver drawled from her spot leaning against the door frame. Someone had brought out a bottle of champagne and Sylver was refilling her glass. Maryn twisted to see her ass in the mirror. It looked pretty good, and though she didn't always love being the center of attention, she did find it kind of exciting to have all of the girls watching her. Fawn and Hazelle were both leaning out of their dressing rooms to give their approval.

"Ok, now let's see the good part!" Vela called, raising her champagne glass.

Maryn blushed deeper. "What, the lingerie?" Surely, Vela didn't expect her to strip in the middle of the room. Even if she had seen her coworkers in more... compromising positions, she felt a little bashful.

"Of course, the lingerie! That's the most important part!"

Maryn didn't feel like she could say now, so she twisted an arm back to reach for the zipper, but she couldn't quite reach it. Vela jumped up to offer her assistance. She held Maryn's waist with one hand as she slid the zipper down her spine with the other. Before Maryn could realize what was happening, Vela was peeling the tight dress down Maryn's body for her, revealing the lavender set she had tried on underneath. She felt goosebumps flood her body, partly from being undressed by a woman she had a bit of a crush on, and partly at being so exposed in front of her friends.

But she needn't have worried, because the cheers and whistles just intensified. Laughing, Vela took her hand and helped her spin around, showing the set in all its glory.

"Oh, that's a good one," Witty concluded, to which everyone else heartily agreed.

Maryn still couldn't pay for it, but the validation was nice. Maybe she could find something similar at a boutique more in her price range. With a little curtsy, she took up her discarded dress and stepped aside so Fawn could show off the dangerously low-cut burgundy dress she had tried, and Hazelle could model the red lace panties and pushup bra she was trying on. Maryn watched, slightly mesmerized, as Sylver smoothed her hands over Hazelle's breasts, tucking them into place, before concluding she probably needed to go up a cup size.

Would she ever get used to the casual caresses these women seemed so comfortable giving each other? Maryn wasn't sure, but she changed into another outfit and repeated her performance. This time, the group decided the metallic dress she tried on was not quite right for her frame, but that the black lingerie set underneath was even better than the last.

After a few more outfits, Maryn was done trying on and was ready to let someone else have the room. The others were changing out as well when Sylver clapped her hands excitedly.

"Omg, you know what we should do right now? We should go live on my GalaxyStar!"

The others gasped in agreement. "I have my tripod!" Vela offered.

"Perfect!" Sylver removed her data pad so they could use the camera. "I'll stream on my page, and I'll just split profits with all of you. It'll be so fun! I do try-ons for my followers all the time, so I bet we'll do crazy numbers with all of us on."

Maryn's pulse jumped. She was still getting used to the fact that they were allowed to have GalaxyStar accounts, but she felt a little flutter of excitement at the idea of people watching their shopping day. Thinking back to when she had watch Vela make her own content, she wondered if they would do more than just try on clothes...

Sylver and Vela set the data pad up on the tripod in front of the platform. Maryn settled onto the couch with Hazelle, who handed her a flute of champagne. She took a big gulp of the drink, feeling the bubbles fizz in her throat and warm her body over. Sylver started the stream and greeted her followers.

"Hey, sexy bitches! My and the girls are doing a little shopping and we thought some of you might like to join." She winked at the camera and Witty slung an arm around her waist, waving at the camera. Sylver kissed her cheek playfully. "Ok, we're gonna get changed and you all can let us know which looks you like best."

Sylver, Witty, and Vela all disappeared into the dressing rooms. There was silence for a moment, then Fawn stepped in front of the camera, peering at the text on screen. She blew a kiss to the camera, then said "Hey, everyone! Thanks for hopping on!" She twisted her hips and posed exaggeratedly, pursing her lips.

"Work, honey!" Hazelle called from the couch, and Maryn giggled. She thought back to when she had been so nervous about fitting in here, and it was almost laughable now.

When the dressing room doors clicked open, Fawn skittered out of the way, laughing, and plopped down next to Maryn on the couch, pressing into her side.

Sylver emerged first, wearing a sheer, gauzy white dress that spilled down her long legs and onto the floor. She stepped onto the platform, admiring herself in the mirrors, then slid one of her legs out the side slit of the dress. Her dark skin contrasted with the creamy fabric and highlighted the length of her toned legs. The girls on the couch cooed appreciatively, as Sylver ran her hands down her sides, emphasizing her curves. She turned, showing her ass to the camera. The dress was fairly sheer, so you could see the outline of the white thong she was wearing underneath. Maryn's eyes swept her strong, sensual body, and could also tell Sylver wasn't wearing a bra, as her nipples poked out of the thin fabric.

After a few moments, Sylver turned and extended a hand to Witty and helped her onto the platform. Witty showed off the backless black satin dress she was trying, and she ran her fingers teasingly up and down her arms in her signature burlesque style, much to the delight of the girls watching from the sofa, who applauded her performance. Witty giggled, then made way for Vela. When Vela stepped onto the platform, Maryn audibly gasped. She was wearing a hot pink lacy bra with matching panties, which rose high above her hips and showed off her fantastic ass. Vela smiled and turned for the camera, showing off every bit of her incredible body.

Sylver, who was monitoring the camera and comments coming in, piped in "Ooh, Vela, I think that one's a winner! The fans seem to really be enjoying it!"

"Oh, yeah?" Vela asked, with mock incredulity. "They really like it?" She turned so her back was towards the camera, then ran her hands over her ass. Sylver cheered, so she smacked both of her ass cheeks, making them shake. They all cheered then, as Vela bent at the waist and shook her ass for the camera. She twerked so skillfully, and Maryn was instantly turned on by the sight, but she cheered with the rest of her friends as if she was unaffected by the display.

Vela then motioned for Sylver to join her on the platform. The tall woman stood in front of Vela, who pulled the thin fabric of the dress from Sylver's shoulders. She undressed her slowly, and Sylver closed her eyes, relaxing into Vela's body behind her. These two really knew how to perform, Maryn thought, as Vela slipped both straps down her shoulders. Before her nipples were exposed, Vela slid her hands around and cupped Sylver's high, firm tits, hiding them from view. The dress slid down her hips and pooled on the floor, exposing the white thong Maryn had spied earlier.

"Now, that's my kind of bra!" Witty chimed in, eliciting more giggles. Vela squeezed Sylver's tits gently, massaging her slowly before sliding her hands down so the woman was fully on view to the camera. Sylver shimmied her hips, shaking her tits back and forth, and raised her hands in the air. As if they had rehearsed it, Witty and Vela each took one side of the thong and slowly pulled it down until Sylver was totally naked. She squealed girlishly, as if she hadn't at all expected to be naked, and dashed into the dressing room, leaving the rest of them laughing.

Vela, Witty, and Sylver changed into new outfits and repeated a similar performance. Maryn was starting to feel turned on. She couldn't wait to be alone so she could bury a vibrator in her cunt until she saw stars. Fawn looked at the comments gracing the screen once again.

"Looks like they want to take things up a notch," she said with a grin. Sylver bit her lower lip, then turned the tripod so the camera faced the couch. Maryn's eyes went wide as she was suddenly in the frame of the stream. She and Hazelle waved, but Maryn wasn't sure what else to do. She hadn't thought she would be participating, but the last thing she wanted was to seem like she couldn't hang. Thankfully, though, Sylver motioned her over, needing help unzipping the dress she had tried on. She hopped up eagerly, and Vela took her place on the couch. She was now wearing a black lace one-piece that stretched tightly over her large breasts. Hazelle was in the clothes she had arrived in, but she leaned in towards Vela and they pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.

Maryn gasped in a breath as the two women began to make out slowly, their hands tangling in each other's hair with gentle caresses. Hazelle giggled against Vela's mouth and Vela bit her lip playfully. Maryn hadn't even realized she was holding Sylver's dress until she saw her sit on the opposite side of Vela, her hands sliding over the other woman's smooth thighs and up her stomach as she leaned in. Vela turned and began kissing Sylver, while Hazelle slipped her fingers inside the top of Vela's bodysuit, her fingers teasing the nipple beneath. Vela let out a moan into Sylver's mouth, opening wide enough to see their tongues circling each other, and Maryn felt her legs turn to jelly. Things had escalated so quickly and all she could do was watch and enjoy.

Vela pulled away and leaned back, allowing Hazelle and Sylver to capture each other in a passionate kiss in front of her. She ran her hands along both women's backs while they kissed, occasionally ghosting a finger up their spines. Both women shuddered as they continued to kiss, their tongues trading places in each other's mouths. One of them let out a soft moan but Maryn couldn't tell who it had come from.

Maryn felt hands on her waist. Fawn was beside her, peering around her to look at the screen of the data pad. "TitLord87 says he'll pay 2000 credits if someone starts licking pussy!"

2000 credits?! That was an insane amount of money, so Maryn wasn't surprised when Vela slid off the couch and got on her knees, her ass sticking out towards the camera. Her black bodysuit was apparently a thong, and her perfect, milky skin was almost all exposed as she ran her hands up Hazelle's thighs. Hazelle giggled, tilting her head back as Vela slid her shorts down her legs. She tossed them aside, then moved slightly so Hazelle's bare pussy could be seen by the camera. Sylver, who was still sitting next to her, licked her fingers as Vela pulled her knees apart, and Sylver slipped two fingers in between her legs, rubbing in circles before spreading her open, exposing her to the camera. Maryn could see the glaze of arousal already formed on her slit. Sylver dipped her middle finger inside her opening and Hazelle moaned. Vela was still on the floor in front of her, watching, slowly stroking Hazelle's thigh. She moved forward and Sylver removed her hand, as Vela began kissing and lapping at Hazelle's pussy.

"Mmm, yes baby!" Hazelle groaned, lacing her fingers through Vela's long hair. "Yes, eat my fucking pussy, girl! Your tongue feels sooo fucking good. Yes, lick that cunt, baby!" Her fingers curled in Vela's hair, gripping her tighter, as Vela moved against her in a steady lapping motion. Fawn's hand was still on Maryn's hip, and she giggled as she watched the view count and the credits people had pledged grow higher and higher. Maryn didn't dare move, partly so she didn't lose the contact of Fawn's fingers against her skin, and partly because she was in awe of what was before her. She could feel her own swollen pussy begin to pulse with need.

Hazelle loosened one hand from Vela's hair and slid her palm up her body, clutching at one tit through her tshirt. Sylver slid her hand over top, squeezing firmly before guiding her hand towards Sylver's lap. Her legs were slightly parted now, and she guided Hazelle's hand until in was between her legs. Hazelle wasted no time, sliding the thong to the slide and sinking a finger into Sylver's cunt. She moaned, then leaned over to kiss Hazelle, her tongue darting out to lick any inch of her she could access. The three women stayed like that, in the throes of passion for a while, until Hazelle started to squirm and moan more than before. She pulled back from the kiss, panting.

"Yes, Vee, just like that. Ohmygod, don't you dare fucking stop! I love the way you eat my pussy. Ohmygod, yes, yes, yes!" She had stopped fingering Sylver, distracted by her pleasure, and instead just gripped the woman's thigh tightly as she came. Hazelle screamed with ecstasy, her legs clamping around Vela's blonde head. Her slurping could still be heard over the din as she lapped at the other woman's pussy with fervor, moaning into her with her own pleasure. "I'm coming!" Hazelle gasped, then moaned loadly, clutching Vela's head.