Rousing herself from a slumber, Aster lifted herself up from the bed. Globs of slime slid off her naked body. It teased her breasts and hips as it clung to the bottom curves of her nipples and her labia as it worked its way down into the puddle that had formed underneath the two lovers.
The smell of lemon and sex hung in the air around her. It was as thick as the slime and as impossible to miss as the large alien snoring next to her.
Tabby was remarkably slack on the bed. One leg and arm had slid off the edge of the bed but she was easily bracing herself against the ground as she snored loudly with wet smacks of her lips. She easily dwarfed the bed they had given her but it was obviously comfortable enough to sleep.
Or she was sleeping soundly after her own orgasms.
Aster smiled at the ache that still radiated from her abused cunt and asshole. The mare's large fists had left her sore but it was a good type of discomfort, proof of another customer who would never forget their in-flight service. She took a deep breath and crawled back off the bed and onto the ground.
She looked down at her body. She was completely covered in green splotches. Whorls of the slime had left ripples along her body. The mist even more. Grinning to herself, she admired the almost abstract shapes that covered her skin.
Her uniform was in even worse shape. It had fallen into a puddle of slime and the material had been soaked completely through. There was no way she could wear that without the on-board sensors dinging her for violating the uniform protocols.
Aster: Anyone got a change of clothing for me?
She looked at her hand again.
Aster: And probably that enzyme shampoo. I can't be seen like this, I'd get in so much trouble.
Zoil: Slimed? Is it Obergreen Blue of Dedication™?
Aster: Greener than you can imagine. And I'm naked.
Lyman: Send pics?
She rolled her eyes. Then she focused on her breasts, made sure nothing of Tabby's was visible, and then took a picture. With a grin, she posted it.
Lyman tipped Aster 0.00650 PERV.
Zoil tipped Aster 0.00200 PERV.
Zoil: Show more. I want to see your green cunt.
Aster sent another picture, this one of her naked sex. It was still dripping with slime.
Zoil: Fuck, yes! Damn you have a sexy puss.
Zoil tipped Aster 0.01000 PERV.
Lyman tipped Aster 0.00200 PERV.
Aster picked up her uniform.
Aster: Anyone willing to help?
Ginnie: I'm already here.
There was a quiet chime at the door.
Aster sloshed through the green slime and peeked outside. Ginnie was leaning against the door with a serious face. She held up a bag in her hand as she looked up and down the hall.
Aster to Ginnie [Private]: Safe?
Ginnie to Aster [Private]: Go across the hall. I have the bellhop override on, so it's open. Hurry up, no one is watching and Lyman is suppressing the other sensors.
Aster gave the sleeping grookal one last look before she opened the door. She took one step into the hall, but then saw Ginnie. Her friend looked uncomfortable, arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her lips.
Ginnie gestured curtly. “Well, move it.”
“Sorry.”
Holding her breasts with one arm, she rushed across the door. The suite opened up to the smell of New Cabin Ultra Premium, a smell of volatile compounds that reminded a lot of people about the first smell after entering a new ship or cabin. When combined with the scent of slime, it was a sour stench in the back of her throat.
Ginnie followed after her and tossed the bag on a table near the bathroom. “It's unoccupied, but you probably only have an hour.”
“Thank you.”
Ginnie looked around and made a non-committal sound. She glanced at the door and then back to the rest of the suite. “D-Do you mind if I wait here?”
Something about her friend's tone stopped Aster. “Is there something wrong?”
Ginnie shook her head.
“Ginnie.”
“I said there was nothing!”
Aster abandoned the bathroom and walked over.
Ginnie glanced at her, tears in her eyes.
“What happened?”
“I…” Ginnie clenched herself. The dark skin on her knuckles grew paler as she gripped tightly. “I screwed up. Badly.”
Images of Ginnie killing a guest or setting fire to one of the ship engines flashed through her mind. She had trouble picturing it, Ginnie was occasionally cranky, but she wasn't violent. “Screwed up? How?”
Ginnie cringed and looked down. Her Obergreen Blue of Dedication™ hair sparkled, briefly forming the company's logo before swirling into a cloud of flickering lights that danced on the end of each strand. “I… fucked a guest.”
Aster stared for a moment. She wanted to squeal and hug Ginnie, to celebrate her first time. But then seeing the devastated look on her face halted Aster's initial response. She took a deep breath and then sat down next to her friend. “What happened?”
Ginnie sniffed and wiped tears from her eyes. She turned to face Aster. “You remember the jabi couple at the table?”
“With the male who had the gravity sled and the missing legs?”
“Yeah, Nabil-Tuth. His mate is Rumsir-Dal-Nabil, also a male. He… I knew they had money so I offered my personal services. For tips of course. You know, what all of us do?”
Aster thought about the services she had just given Tabby and grinned. “Naturally.”
Ginnie gave her a pained smile. “Well, apparently they did and started right off the bat with gofer duties.”
Gofer duties, when high-paying guests would have the staff get things for them, usually trivial items. More than once, gofer duties meant Aster would take her time bending over to show one guest her ass with less and less clothes until the guest decided they need her to “go for” their genitals. “Yeah, but you've always stopped before it went too far.”
“I-I know… but… but…” The tears started to roll down her face.
Aster gently guided Ginnie to the bed. Together, they sat down. The plastic made a squeak noise as it settled underneath her weight. “What happened?”
Ginnie let out a sob and then leaned against her. “The usual. Get me a second helping. Oops, I dropped something. Could you lean against me and make sure I read this human statement right? All the things we all do. But, then… then…” Her voice cracked. “He asked me to unbutton my shirt.”
Aster stroked Ginnie's hair. The green streaked the blue, changing so it no longer matched the approved color.
“‘Just… just pull your top down a little.’ I mean, it was thirty credits for a little skin. I resisted, but thirty OBERs? So, I couldn't resist that. So I tried to make it sexy like you and the others and he just tipped me right then and there.”
“Oh, love,” Aster murmured and pulled Ginnie into a hug. “That got you wet, didn't it?”
Her friend clutched her tightly, her larger breasts crushing up against Aster's arm and tit. “Am I slut?”
“For showing a little skin? No.”
“N-No, when he offered me a hundred OBERs to remove my top, I said I wouldn't. It didn't matter how much he paid me, I wasn't a slut.”
Aster closed her eyes and squeezed. “How much?”
“Apparently when a freaky alien gives me a thousand OBER—”
Aster tensed. That was a lot of money, almost double what either of them made on the flight.
“—my top falls off. I'm just sitting there, panting like a bitch with my tits in the air.” She sobbed louder. “I'm such a whore.”
“It's okay, Love, it's okay.” Aster stroked her friend's hair. It was a lot of money, but far more than Aster made, but obviously there was a lot of guilt that came with it; guilty that Aster was glad she wasn't burdened with. Even the “slut” comment didn't hurt, she knew exactly what she wanted and got it.
Ginnie pushed her away. She grabbed her uniform top and pulled it away to look. “Shit, you got that slime on me.”
Aster blushed. “How many outfits did you bring?”
More tears. “Only one, I wasn't expecting you to slime—”
“Take it off,” Aster said.
“W-What?” Ginnie gulped and her cheeks darkened.
“Take it off. We can wash it in the shower before the stain sets in.”
The relief. “Oh, I thought you were going….”
Aster leaned over and tugged on Ginnie's top, working the buttons. She gave her friend a kiss on the nose. “You are a friend and you don't want to have sex with us. That's fine. I don't like fucking humans and you don't give me a hard time about that.”
Ginnie's hand fell to the side, surrendering.
Aster worked the buttons and peeled it away from her friend's breasts. The large mounds were covered in tiny scratches. They looked random except for the matching set of five marks around the base. “One of them grabbed your breasts?”
Ginnie blushed and then let out a sob. “A thousand to touch.”
“Come on, you are coming in the shower with me.”
Ginnie's eyes widened.
Aster rolled her eyes. “To get my back. This green stuff is everywhere. Come on, stand up and let me get you out of your clothes.”
Reluctantly, Ginnie stood up. Working with Aster, she quickly stripped. Compared to Aster's slender body and perky breasts, Ginnie was a more full-figured beauty with large breasts that hung high, wide hips, and a beautiful body. She had little, pentacle-shaped scratches covering her body with a number of them around her hips; just the right place to grab if someone was pulling her down onto a cock.
A flush of heat rose up inside Aster. She tamped it down and tugged Ginnie to the shower. “Come on, I won't bite.”
“Two… two hundred per nip.”
Inside the shower, the water was hot and steaming. It felt good against Aster's skin as she sluiced down most of the slime, but then poured a healthy dollop of the soap into her hand and began to scrub her belly and shoulders.
After a few seconds, Ginnie joined in and Aster moved her hands to her breasts. The enzyme body wash did its job, it worked against most organic materials, including Tabby's slime, but their synthetic skin coverings protected them from more serious side effects. The intimacy of the shower, the closeness to Ginnie, caused her thoughts to wander and Aster started to dream about pushing Ginnie to her knees and riding her fiend's face until she came.
Then, it was down to Aster's sex. She reached down to scrub it, but Ginnie's hand was already there, gingerly soaping it up.
Ginnie pulled back. “Sorry!”
“No, get the front and I'll get the back. She fucked both of my holes pretty deeply. Got both fists in too.”
Ginnie blushed but returned her hand. Her questing fingers explored Aster's sex delicately, stroking around and teasing the clitoris. The touches were intimate and exciting, despite Ginnie being a human. There was something erotic when Ginnie pushed a finger into Aster's pussy and began to pump the soap in and out.
Not wanting to ruin the moment, Aster reached back and used her own soapy hand to clean out her ass. She was less ginger about it and plunged her fingers deep while resisting a moan that threatened to rise up in her throat.
“What happened?” whispered Ginnie.
Aster smiled and then began to tell her story. As she did, she remembered the deep plunged and started to fuck her ass as her story grew more intense. It felt good and she quickly reached for an orgasm.
To her surprise, Ginnie was half-kneeling in front of her, plunging her fingers in and out in time with the story. The wet slurps filled the shower, punctuated by Aster's moans as she had, once again, both of her holes filled with a woman's fingers and it felt good.
She struggled to keep talking even through her growing orgasm but it got too much. She could feel it right on the precipice. “P-Please don't stop.”
Ginnie hesitated.
Aster grabbed her wrist. “Please… just a little more.”
Ginnie's cheeks were hot and dark. She nodded and resumed pumping four fingers into Aster's pussy driving up and deep withe very stroke.
Aster tried to finish her story but the pleasure was too much. Neither said anything as she ground her pussy against Ginnie's hand in the lat strokes needed to set off a maelstrom of pleasure to ravage her body. Her cry echoed against the shower walls as she came hard and fast.
Together, they slumped to the shower floor.
“Thank you,” gasped Aster.
Ginnie pulled her hand free.
Aster caught it and used a washcloth to clean it off. “What happened to you?”
After a few false starts, Ginnie continued. “After that, we ended up in their room. A thousand to get completely naked. Then Nabil-Tuth offered me a thousand to have Rumsir-Dal-Nabil mount me. I said no. That should have been it, right? That's the line.”
Aster shook her head.
“You're right. Two thousand. I could say no to that. Five thousand? That would pay my rent for a year.”
“You were getting wet?”
Ginnie nodded with humiliation. She cleared her throat. “Six thousand? I could say no. Ten? That… I couldn't. For ten thousand credits, I straddled three of Rumsir's tentacles and pressed my slutty hole against that corkscrew dick.”
Aster reached down and slid her hand up against Ginnie's sex. It was hot and swollen, she was excited as Aster was. "How did it feel?
Another blush. Ginnie looked down, water streaming off her breasts and shoulders, and then spread her legs slightly. “Really good. It was really thick and swollen. And it screwed in and out, drilling up into me as a big thick shaft that touche all my insides. I came so hard. Me. Me! I don't have sex with guests but there was I was, coming and screaming as he drilled me so far I thought he was going to core me completely.”
Taking her actions as acceptance, Aster found Ginnie's clitoris and stroked it, teasing and pulling until her friend was squirming.
“And then… Nabil pressed a tentacle up to my mouth and I sucked on it. Without a tip! Just sucked on some old jabi's tentacle while another one drilled me deep and hard. I felt like such a whore in that moment.”
Below, Ginnie's body was telling a different story. Aster felt the first orgasm roll over her and the second brought a flood of juices that splashed into her palm. Aster continued to stroke as Ginnie continued.
“He didn't come inside me, but that corkscrew held me tight against and kept rubbing against me. I was thrashing and squirming, but I couldn't get off even if I wanted to.” She let out another soft sob. “I didn't want to. It felt so good just being used like that.”
Aster smiled and felt another orgasm ripple through her friend.
Ginnie caught her wrist and pushed her away.
Aster sat back. “You liked it.”
“Yes… but I'm a whore. I charged for it.”
“It would have been better if you just gave it up for free?”
Ginnie looked at her with a haunted look. “Yes. No… I don't know. What do I do?”
Aster ran her hand through her hair and saw the last of the green slime puddle in her palm. She gave her friend a bright smile. “Have fun. Do it until it isn't fun, then stop. It sounds like you have enough to leave, if you want.”
“I like my job.”
“I like my job too. That's why I do it. I like fucking and serving and having fun. I like meeting all these aliens and occasionally letting one fuck me up the ass.”
Ginnie made a face, then it faded almost instantly with a sigh. “I'm not a bad person.”
“No, you aren't. You are a good friend, a treasured employee—”
They both smirked at that.
“—and a great fuck. That's all you can ask for right now. Don't feel guilty about this, never feel guilt. Just have fun.”
Ginnie thought for a moment and then nodded. “Okay, I'm not going to worry about it.”
Aster hugged her tightly before sitting back on the shower floor to finish cleaning the slime off her.
“Aster?”
“Yes?”
“Don't tell the others, please?”
“Of course not. It isn't my story to tell.”
“Not even hints or that ‘I can't tell you something’ that Zoil always does.”
Aster favored her friend with a hard look. “It isn't my story. You tell who you want, when you want, and how you want. And if you need me to cover for you, just let me know and I'll do it.”