Chapter 2
Jarek and Harmony Fen were quickly becoming the most successful and most sought after cargo haulers on the Dark Run. They ran a massive Heron 85 deep space hauler by themselves -- it was also named Harmony, but not after Mrs. Fen, or at least not exactly -- and their ability to trim days or even weeks off of a job by cutting through the more treacherous regions of space had generated a nice profit. But it was also gaining them a reputation. For many reasons, not the least of which was their intensely private nature, that was a growing concern.
After nearly a year, the joining of Giselle and Astra remained as an entirely new AI that existed in both the ship and the former fuckbot body. They were functionally the same machine, but the whole had turned out to be more than the sum of the parts. As a starship,
Harmony's
navigational precision was without equal. And as an android, Harmony's vast processor and memory capacity allowed her to look and act entirely human. Nobody was ever likely to guess her true nature, and Jarek was the only person alive who knew about it.
Of course, Giselle had not been the only GSL-450 pleasure bot with her face and body. In fact, she had apparently been a popular line in her time, and she sometimes drew glances of recognition when the couple was in port. But the fusion between her and the ship had also had expressed itself physically, and Harmony's appearance was no longer exactly what it had been. Most of the changes were subtle. But some, such as the streak of Astra's white hair splitting Harmony's otherwise jet black, were more dramatic; and Jarek suspected that people who recognized his wife simply assumed that the resemblance was their imagination or that perhaps she had been the model for fuckbot manufacturer. Her slender athletic body and exotic features would certainly have qualified her for the job, and in fact many of the second glances that she elicited were most likely due to her beauty alone. He had learned to ignore leering stares of the sort that they were receiving now as they strolled down the decadent main promenade of station Pran IV, and Harmony had never even noticed them to begin with.
The name of the station was an inside joke on the Run, as there was no Pran I, II, or III; nor was the facility in any way related to the fourth planet of any star system. It was, however, the first station to use an experimental replacement for the singularity-based artificial gravity technology that the military had confiscated on their final pullout from the region. The proposed schematics for the facility had been evaluated by an early AI system called P.R.A.N.N.- nobody remembered what it stood for - that predicted each of the first three designs would result in a catastrophic implosion. But the fourth design, while still being insanely dangerous, was at least slightly more stable; and that was the one that had been constructed. It was an icon of the renegade attitude of Dark Run inhabitants, and although it was more than 100 years old and still in one piece, spending time on the station was a status symbol among spacers. That was part of the reason that
Harmony
was docked there in spite of her cargo being headed for a station much farther down the Run. But more so than its colorful history, the main attraction of the station was its very high concentration of morally questionable recreational activities. People such as the Fens did not pass Pran IV without stopping.
Their usual routine was to make the rounds through several of the strip clubs that Jarek had frequented before meeting Harmony. She indulged him because he liked the atmosphere of the places, but they were really far too tame for her tastes. Inevitably, at Harmony's insistence, they would eventually end up passing in front of one of the station's more tasteful brothels. She would jokingly ask whether their budget could stand a little more fun, which had been humorous in the early days of their business because she was the most sophisticated computer for light years around and could quite easily calculate their financial status. It was even more humorous now because their financial status would soon cross the line between modest and obscene wealth. Jarek played along with the game, just as he liked to keep up the illusion that the trips to the brothels were for Harmony's benefit alone. But they both knew that what Harmony wanted would not exactly be an inconvenience for her husband.
Unless she was in a particularly wicked mood, Harmony tended to be a watcher. For his part, it pleased Jarek to no end to simply sit at the bar and drink his favorite spice rum while Harmony carefully chose him a companion. Her taste was exquisite, and other than an Astra-inspired No Blondes policy that he wholeheartedly endorsed, she somehow managed to choose a completely distinct experience every time. It was a redhead today, with long and tightly curled hair that was almost the same earthy color as the freckles decorating her shapely bare shoulders and dancing down her chest under the deep cut of her satin gown.
The transaction apparently negotiated, the redhead slinked over the bar and introduced herself - Nia, she said her name was - before taking Jarek by the hand and leading him down a hallway to the private rooms. Harmony trailed behind, and when Jarek glanced over his shoulder, she was wearing a delicious smile. He gave her a wink to show that he liked her choice, and she blew him a kiss in return.
The room was luxurious but not garish, and it was anchored by a large and inviting bed clad in soft silver sheets that complimented the deep blue curtains hung from every wall. A plush chair in the same blue velvet was lodged in a corner facing the bed - it was clearly meant for voyeuristic observers - and Harmony headed straight for it. She fell into the chair and propped her feet on the edge of the bed, one ankle crossed over the over, and leaned back with her hands behind her head. A wry smile still decorated her angled face. Fen sat on the edge of the bed and cocked an eyebrow at Nia, signaling that we wanted to watch her undress.
There wasn't all that much to her outfit to begin with, but Nia made the most of it as she turned slowly away and seductively drew down the zipper at the back of her dress. She let it slip off her shoulders, and her slender figure was revealed in the soft light. She was about the same shape and height as Harmony, but with a slightly softer and fuller ass marked by sexy dimples on each side. She turned back around and sauntered to Jarek, taking his hands and letting him explore her freckled body. The pink nipples on her pert breasts were small, but they grew larger as Jarek gently picked them and then sucked each into his mouth in turn.
Nia peeled his leather pilot's jacket from his shoulders and then tugged his loose shirt from the waist of his pants. He reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the hard nub of flesh that it was entertaining, and Nia pulled the shirt over his head. She slowly trailed her painted fingertips down his muscular chest and abdomen until they reached his belt, which she deftly unhooked. She let her skilled hand fall to the bulge in his pants, and as if were needed, she coaxed him to excitement as she gently pushed him back on the bed.
As Jarek relaxed into the decadent comfort of the mattress, Nia gently pulled off his boots and then ran her hands back up to his crotch. She unzipped his pants with agonizing suspense and pulled them off his legs. Finally unrestrained, his thick cock sprang straight up and was waiting impatiently as she lowered her velvety mouth over it. Jarek glanced over at Harmony and smiled thankfully at her, but then he rolled back and closed his eyes with pleasure as he felt the tip of his dick brush the back of Nia's throat. She worked slowly, expertly building him toward climax. But just as he felt himself nearing the edge, she pulled away.
Jarek looked down to see Nia's lovely green eyes staring back at him. She rose up from her kneeling position in front of the bed and straddled him. He braced for the pleasure of feeling his dick enveloped in her warm cunt, but instead, she used her hips to flatten hi erection against his hard abdomen and slowly dragged herself across it without letting him in. Her wetness left a trail along his shaft, and he felt his tip just barely penetrate her amazingly tight entrance as it passed over. With surprising elegance, she kept pulling herself forward until her pink flesh was directly over his face. He grinned when he saw that even her bald pussy lips were dotted with light freckles.
Jarek could smell her deep musk, and he eagerly accepted the gift as she lowered herself to his mouth. He had always thought that redheads somehow had a different taste - spicy was the best way to describe it - and Nia was no exception. She writhed on his face while he sucked on her tiny clit and then penetrated her delicious depths with his tongue. She had wedged her knees under his arms, leaving his hands free to explore her firm body, and they found their way to her small breasts. He ran his palms over her hard nipples and then grabbed and pinched them as she let out a deep moan.
Jarek felt her walls suddenly constrict against his tongue, and a small rush of warm liquid washed over his face. Nia screamed with the strength of her orgasm, and then barely stopping to catch her breath, she somehow turned herself around. She bent over his raging erection, and her cunt was pushed down on his mouth again. Jarek was happy to oblige, especially when he felt her talented mouth close around him. He reached up to grab her hips and pull her even closer, and she answered by stroking his cock with one hand while the other massaged his aching balls. He trailed his hands over her ass and then gently pulled her lips further apart to give himself even more access. With some effort, he worked a finger into each of her snug holes and was rewarded by her hand tightening on his cock and pumping it faster and faster. Combined with the teasing motion of her tongue around the head of his dick, he could feel his orgasm building to a shattering climax.
He turned his head to the side, as he liked to watch Harmony watching him when he came, but she had a troubled look on her face. It was a look that he knew, and it was the single robotic idiosyncrasy that she retained in her new identity. To most people, it would probably look like deep concentration. But Jarek recognized the frozen detachment and slight roll of her eyes as the result of parsing through huge amounts of incoming data in search of a particular string. She snapped back just as he was about to shoot a load into Nia's hungry mouth.
"We have to go, Jarek," Harmony said, suddenly jumping to her feet "Now!"
"What the fuck!" the companion swore as she pulled away from Jarek's suddenly deprived cock. A thick line of spit hung from her mouth and swung violently away as the companion turned and shot an angry glare at Harmony. She would have launched into a tirade, but the room's overhead chandelier suddenly changed from its sensual glow to a harshly bright blue. Before Jarek could react, Nia was up and shoveling her clothes into her arms. She disappeared through a private door behind the curtains without saying another word, and Jarek could only watch her go.
