Hannah hadn't had any time to ask Ving how her flight went. Ving had been overwhelmed with excitement and too desperately in the mood to talk as she pushed Hannah into her racer and closed the door. Hannah set her weapon down in the cockpit as Ving tore off her clothing and shoved her to the floor. Getting mounted so aggressively by Ving was a rare pleasure for Hannah whose hands could tell Ving had been aching for love for a while since she had taken off in the fighter to be exact, if she made her guess. Hannah had only just gotten Ving's pants open when they heard a voice calling.
"Miss Ving? Are you here?" the adoring fan called.
Ving tore her top off, ready to ignore the man -- when he knocked on the side of the racer.
"I found your jacket on the deck out here. Everything alright? I had an idea!"
Hannah gathered her clothing and ducked into the cockpit moments before the door opened.
"I have a cannon that I think would fit..." He trailed off at the sight of Ving on her knees with her pants undone and only a thin green bra to cover her breasts.
"Yeah, you do," Ving replied with a smirk as she checked out how her fan's trousers suddenly grew.
"I meant I, ummm... a mounting where..." He fumbled for his words.
Ving turned around and slid her leather pants down to reveal her matching underwear as she got on all fours. "Mounting sounds good. Do it!"
Cluing into her subtle cues, the man reached out and groped Ving's bum as she wiggled it for him. Slowly gaining confidence that it wasn't a joke, he slid his hand between her legs and rubbed against her underwear.
Hannah started touching herself, hidden in the cockpit, as she heard her lover moan. She could understand why others didn't want their lovers to be with others, but for her, the sight and sound of Ving being pleasured was bliss. There were gaps in the separation from the cockpit to the engine area, and Hannah used it to spy on the man as he liberated himself from his trousers and got in behind Ving.
Ving was made to wait and suffer, feeling the man resting between her bum cheeks as he reached behind and closed the door to the racer. Hannah was in view, and she could see her lover already working a pair of fingers inside herself and massaging the flesh that dripped in pleasure. So lost in the sight of her woman that she wasn't ready for the sudden thrust inside her, she screamed hard and pushed back to slam her fan against the door to drive him deeper inside her. He pushed back and Ving started fighting him with her body, as if each thrust was a test of power where they both would win.
"Always imagined this," he grunted as he held Ving by the hips, using a thumb to keep her underwear out of the way of his thrusts.
"What else did you imagine doing to me?" Ving asked with a plaintive moan that always got Hannah going when she heard it.
He replied by taking himself out of Ving and pushing into her again.
Ving screamed again at the unexpected intrusion into her bum, gripping any handles she could find to steady herself and tried to relax enough to admit him.
Hannah smiled in sympathy, it was never easy to relax your body that way when you don't expect it in the middle of sex. She had expected him to make use of her mouth.
Ving felt him pull her upwards to sit on his lap while he remained in her bum, letting her control the pace and force of the thrusts. She blocked his view and smiled. Hannah watched her breasts bounce in the confines of her bra as she rocked her body on the manhood within her. She positioned her legs inside his, so her wide spread would keep his apart as well.
Hannah took the hint and slowly crawled in front of Ving and licked at her lover, tasting him where he had just been inside. Ving always tasted better with someone else mixed in. Then the unmistakable sound of a man grunting his finish told her it was time to hide again.
As Hannah slunk back into the cockpit, Ving rested herself a moment with him inside her on his lap as he finished his load and softened inside her.
"I always wanted my seed in your ass. How's it feel?" he asked as if it was any different from the many other times' many other men had done the same.
"It's always the best when its a dream come true," Ving replied, flashing a wink at Hannah.
****
Inky smiled at Vile as she came back carrying a fine wardrobe that looked like it would get put in Liddy's bedroom. Seeing Vile's muscles flex and move with the effort as she walked by turned her on almost as much as knowing she had sex with the other girls while she was out.
"Have fun?" Inky asked as Liddy came to her side.
"Found a statue, but it's not the sort of thing the clients would really be interested in seeing. So I just grabbed every dress or outfit they had and piled it in that thing." Liddy motioned to the wardrobe. "Not a whole lot here I really want other than the clients. How's things?"
"Volume over quality. Nobody is anywhere near as rich as we normally serve, but it does seem like they hadn't had a chance to spend their money in a while so I think we are bleeding them dry," Inky replied, turning back to Liddy after Vile left her view.
"Good. I'd like to move on soon if we can. When things seem to slow down, we will. Where is Hannah?" Liddy asked, suddenly suspicious.
"Just got back. Ving is getting some mods to her racer done, but it seems something got interrupted because Hannah stole some clients and hasn't left the workroom since. Now there is a line." Inky nodded to the door men were waiting near, moving every time a happy man left the room.
"Good, keeping her out of trouble. What about that friend of hers?"
"Jessica? Asked us to blindfold some of her men. Didn't want them to know she was the woman they fucked. We get paid either way so I said sure. I think she's done already."
"What about Emma and that mirror thing?"
"Works like a charm. Should be better when we haven't so many clients though. Almost nobody is ever available when they come in. I think she's below right now resting. We've been more of a factory than brothel with so many clients. It's easier to manage when we can just raise the prices until we have a steady flow, but can only get it so high here."
"Alright then, I guess that means I need to put myself on the menu. I'm gonna check on whoever is downstairs, then I'll be back."
****
Emma held her legs tightly together for a moment before spreading them wide again and letting out a tired sigh. "Nothing seems to be comfortable. Damn I'm sore! I just need a rest and a drink!"
Mari passed over the bottle, "Well, I can help with one of those. It's not a substitute for rest but it takes the edge off."
Easy was massaging her jaw, trying to keep it closed while she talked. "We should just lay naked in the lounge and let the guys waiting do what they want."
"Bored in a sniper's nest would be great right about now." Laurel moaned while laying on her belly to keep pressure off her bum. "My ass is killing me."
"Next town is a day away," Liddy announced as she came down the stairs. "So we should be good to rest in transit. Also, except for Ving, we are all back on the ship so let us take the pressure off you girls. This is far better than what would have happened if these pirates had gotten the better of us."
"Glad to see you might start working today," Hope remarked as she came down the steps. "The men do love blonde women. I don't think I'm enough. Lucky for me that pain is good for the soul."
"I had no idea my soul was so healthy!" Mari shouted, triggering the other women to laugh loudly for a few moments.
Juno came down the steps, "Hey, Emma?"
"Yes? No?" Emma replied. "What's this about?"
"The pirate king sent a messenger. I think he wants to fuck you."
"The messenger or the king?"
"Probably both considering the mirror thing showed me you when he showed up, but it's the king that's making the appointment."
"Fine, I suppose his balls got better."
"Please treat them more kindly this time," Liddy requested while looking up her dress as Emma slowly walked up the stairs.
****
Tonna couldn't quite remember what it was like to be sore from sex. She knew she had felt it before like the other girls did. Yet now, her jaw could unhinge if she wanted and it never felt sore. Her snake body could take anything that anyone rammed into it and it just never slowed her down. The men got over her form quickly once they got to aroused to care. Her breasts seemed to do most of the convincing when she used four hands to fondle them. She watched Leira in the fountain in the lounge, entertaining clients while she rested her body. Leira had worked hard since getting back on the ship and Tonna wasn't surprised.
Vile had come into the lounge and stood by Tonna to watch Leira. "Having fun?"
"Yes. Even if most want the more human girls, I have still had enough to keep me busy. Might want to check on Foxy though. She's been in the same workroom for hours."
Vile followed Tonna's nod to the workroom where a client was leaving. She saw Foxy on the bed, almost too exhausted to move.
"I'm ready for a break now," Foxy managed to mutter into the sheets.
"You shouldn't work yourself so hard. Too sore to even move isn't good for you Foxy," Vile responded with concern.
"I'm all right. Just can't feel my legs. Lost count of my climaxes. Not even that sore, just wobbly." Foxy giggled.
"You need sleep, and you are probably dehydrated as well." Vile picked up Foxy from the bed and carried her down the stairs.
At the bottom, Astra saw them and opened the door to Foxy's bunk. "She okay?"
"Make sure she gets water and maybe some food. Then sleep. I think she's done for the day."
"I'm fine, just give me a few." Foxy started to slur her words as she was put down on her bed.
Vile turned around to see Astra with a canteen and what looked like a ration can. "I'm going to tell Inky. We need to make sure everyone gets water. We are getting careless."
"Agreed. Thanks for getting her."
"Tonna called it, but you are welcome."
