Barely, Washington kept his composure as he stepped out. The lieutenant nearly slammed the door behind him, possibly hard enough to knock some of the letters off. He realized that was exactly the type of reaction that Braxton and her lackey were expecting from him. He shut the door as he normally would, noticing that Barbie was still standing out there in the hall. The woman observed him closely.
Without a word, Washington strode off. He hoped he made the correct turn, as he was too angry to remember how he'd gotten to Braxton's office. Luckily, he'd chosen the right path, as the receptionist's desk soon came into view. He made his way over to the elevator and almost punched the call button with his fist, except he didn't want to risk breaking it and having to wait on that floor a second longer than he had to. Washington soon exited at the right spot. As sure as Crumly had predicted, there was only one electric cart left in the parking stalls.
The driver snapped to attention when he saw the lieutenant emerging from the elevator area. "Hello, sir."
Wordlessly, Washington got in the seat furthest to the back, where he crossed his arms and sulked.
The driver took a moment to call some dispatch to tell them he was leaving the area, requesting that another driver come out to take his place. After, he glanced back at the lieutenant. "Where to, sir?"
"Anywhere." Washington growled. "Anywhere but here."
The cart rolled back out of its stall. Just as it was preparing to drive forward, a woman's voice called out.
"Wait! Wait for me!"
It was Barbie.
The driver paused, as the woman hurried over carrying a satchel. She tossed the item on the middle seat, before she jumped into the back seat with Washington.
"I had to run back to grab my things." She admitted. "Since everybody's taking the day off because of the game, I figured I'd go home and work on my paperwork there."
Washington turned his glowering face away from her.
"Destination, ma'am?" The driver asked.
"Uh, Section F." She said. "And take the long route, please. We're not in any big hurry."
"There's nothing in Section F." The driver said. "It's all under renovation."
"Oh, I know." Barbie said. "We just need some time to talk, and to unwind a little." And, the cameras aren't activated over there, she thought at the lieutenant.
Washington turned his head, but he was still too angry to look the woman in the eye. "I don't think I'll be very good company at the moment."
"I know that Braxton can be a bitch." Barbie admitted. "I work with that woman every day. She didn't have to say those things about you or your crew, but when she sees an opportunity to stick a needle in someone, she makes sure she takes it. Tell me, did you really sleep with that big, blonde guy?"
Despite his foul mood, Washington found himself sniggering. "No. It's part of some bizarre experiment my two science ensigns thought up, for me to tell people that so it would get me noticed by... well, by somebody like you. It's the first thing that popped into my head after Braxton and her jack-off henchman were insulting my ensign, for absolutely no reason."
"She does that sometimes." Barbie said. "Her and Sessler are real shits. Anyway, I knew you were a good guy, from the moment when you first knocked on the door of the conference room. You just give off a good vibe."
Washington brought his gaze as far as the woman's thighs, and no further. He was still too mad to look into her eyes. "I noticed that all of her executive people are white."
"Braxton doesn't like colored people." Barbie admitted. "She never has."
The lieutenant hated hearing those words, as he'd always hoped things would advance far enough in the universe for racial inequality to be a thing of the past. Why couldn't everybody just get along for once? He sighed. "Can you give me a Happy Kiss?"
"What's that?"
"That's were you put all kinds of good emotions together, and peck me on the cheek so that I'll feel completely happy for a while." Washington described. "I have a telepathist on my ship that can do that."
"We're at Section F." The driver announced. "Any particular area you'd like to check out?"
"Just drive all over." Barbie said. "We'll tell you when to take us back."
Washington noticed a lot of scaffolding, taped up walls, and a half finished chamber with very wide, ascending steps, among other things. "What are they building here?"
"Oh, some of the bigger ships are being retrofitted with their own mini-resorts." Barbie explained. "That's going to be a little theater stage, but we're also going to have a mini-golf course, restaurants, a movie center and a nice shopping area. All the comforts of being back home, without actually being back home. Anyway, I'm sorry, but I can't make you a happy kiss. All I can do is read thoughts when I set my mind to it. I'm just not that good with my psychic talents."
"Oh, that was just wishful thinking. I didn't really expect you to."
"I can do something else for you, though."
This time, Washington was curious enough to look Barbie in the face. Barbie was smiling at him. She looked so pretty that way that he soon found himself smiling as well.
"You think I'm fat, don't you?" She asked. "That's what you were thinking while you were staring at my butt earlier."
"Now, you know that's not true." Washington said. "All you have to do is take a look at what I'm thinking right now."
"I don't like doing it that way." Barbie said. "It's too much like cheating, when I just stick my mind into somebody else's and read what they're thinking. I'd rather hear it from a person's own lips."
"Okay. In that case, I think you're beautiful, and intelligent, and sexy. I love the way your butt looks."
"Am I attractive enough to fuck?" Barbie asked.
"You are attractive enough to make love to." Washington corrected. "Fucking is what animals do. I'd like to think that I'm a few steps higher up on the evolutionary ladder than that."
"Have you ever made love in an electric cart?"
"No, but I'm about to." Washington leaned closer. He placed his arm around the back of Barbie's neck, and brought her head in close so he could kiss her.
Her lips were warm and soft, and so different from Margo's rough and demanding ones, he compared. When Barbie introduced her tongue into the fray, it was a slippery eel that darted around the crevices and plains of Washington's mouth. His own tongue felt like sandpaper against her cottony one. He almost felt cruel to invade her velvety mouth with it.
As they kissed, Barbie's hand found it's way to his thigh. A minute later, it became emboldened enough to slip over his crotch. She gasped and drew her head away to see what her fingers had discovered.
"Whoa!" She cried out. "What is that thing, a rattlesnake?"
Washington suddenly felt shy. "It's not that big."
"Oh, yes it is!" She fumbled through her pockets for something. When she couldn't find it, she leaned over and started digging into her satchel next. She pulled out her phone. "Can I take a picture of it?"
Washington's first thought was of what Braxton might say if she were ever to view such picture. "I don't know. Maybe that's not such a good idea."
"It'll be just for me, I promise." Barbie said. "If you let me take a picture of it, I will give you the best blowjob you've ever had."
For two-point-five seconds, Washington thought this over. "Okay, let me get my pants down." (As we learned previously, the lieutenant is a sucker for blowjobs.)
Suffice to say, the picture was taken, and the blowjob was soon underway.
When the electric cart started rocking in an unexpected way, the driver happened to glance back in the rearview mirror. That's when he saw the pretty logistics lady leaned over the middle seat and moaning out loud. She was fully nude, the driver was startled to see. Her tits were being flung about all over the place as she was being jostled from behind. The captain of that little ship that had just come in was equally naked and pummeling into her like a lunatic.
This was much better than that picture Crumly was passing around, the driver thought, as he pulled out his own phone and set it to record the action. He mounted it on the cart's dash and kept on driving. He could watch the romp later, as he didn't want to accidentally crash into any of the construction equipment and materials that were lying around everywhere.
Some ten minutes passed before the driver dared to take another quick look back. The couple had changed positions, he saw. The captain was now sitting on the back seat, and the logistics lady was straddling him so that they faced each other. She had one nice ass on her, he whistled, softly so as not to be heard.
The driver heard them both climaxing. Soon, their movements weren't affecting the cart so much, so the driver quickly stopped the recording and hid his phone. Crumly was about to be shown up, he thought, and then some!
In the back seat, Washington was no longer hard, but this didn't stop him from placing his mouth all over Barbie's perky breasts. Barbie started quivering again, both from the black man's mouth and from his long fingers playing within her. She half-croaked, half-moaned out another orgasm.
Within a short duration, she flooded his hand with nectar, after which she tore her body away from his attentions and flopped back on her seat. "That was three times that I came!"
"It would have been more," Washington frowned. "If we had a more comfortable spot to lie down in, it would have been."
"There's always my apartment." Barbie suggested.
"What about all of Braxton's cameras?"
"Aargh!" Barbie growled. "That's right. That bitch will probably fire me if she finds out I slept with you."
"Because I'm black?" Washington asked.
