“Thank you and please fly Obergreen for your premium recreational needs.” Aster managed to keep the smile as real as possible, even though she had said the same words almost a hundred times as the guests left the ship. All of the visible crew, including the perverts, were lined up by the exit.
Almost all. Lyman was currently in a closet giving head one last time and Petoil was getting spit-roasted in one of the guest's room while she “helped them pack.”
Despite her cheer, there was one thing that bothered Aster. Ever since the night with the quaints, there was a new line on her income chart. It was small but noticeable, about twenty OBERs a day and twice as many PERVs. She didn't ask anyone, but it bothered her that she couldn't find the source of an income that was slowly but steadily rising.
A howling announced the wog family as the three parents herded their children toward the exist. The father, with his broad shoulders and furry chest, had a smile for everyone but Ibby only gave Aster a second look, a smoldering look of remembered passion.
Ibby has tipped Aster 200 OBER.
Aster smiled. “I had a wonderful time serving you. Please, come again and let Obergreen Flight be your flight of choice.”
Ibby let out a mock sniff of disapproval, but there was a smile on the corner of her lips right before she growled at the children.
The father blew a kiss to Raiten and then rubbed his own sizable crotch before chasing after his wives.
“Good time?” Aster asked in the brief silence that followed.
“Very good time. Tipped me fifty too.”
“Great!” Tips were the reason many of the crew remained on the ship. Their paychecks were made in the last few hours, which is why Petoil was pumping her best paying guests right then.
On the other side, Lyman said goodbye to an elderly couple as if he wasn't sucking on the husband's cock only seconds before.
Lyman to Aster [Private]: Where is Ginnie? Usually she's here.
Aster thought about the last-minute summon from the jabi couple.
Aster to Lyman [Private]: Probably crawling under the beds looking for spare coins.
Lyman to Aster [Private]: Does she think we don't know she's been screwing the jabi couple?
A prickle of sweat gathered on her brow.
Aster to Lyman [Private]: No, and you'll keep your mouth shut. She's embarrassed by it.
Lyman to Aster [Private]: What? Because she finally got some dick?
Aster to Lyman [Private]: Some of us were born to be sluts—
Lyman to Aster [Private]: And other's were made with five claws holding her down onto a drilling dick. I'll tell Zoil and the others to be quiet, but if it comes up, we're all glad she's one of us.
He smiled.
Aster smiled back at him.
Aster to Lyman [Private]: She was always one of us, she just isn't as perverted as the others. It's nice… having someone prim and proper to keep us from going nuts.
Lyman to Aster [Private]: I'll give you a hundred PERV if she eats your cunt out by the end of next flight.
Aster's pussy grew slick and she smiled to herself.
Then tendrils moving in the corner of her vision caught her attention. It was the quaints.
Aster to CmW94Ksq [Private]: What did you do? Are you the reason for this new income stream?
CmW94Ksq to Aster [Private]: We brought you to repeated orgasms and enjoyed the resulting electrical field.
Aster to CmW94Ksq [Private]: Then why do I have a new income stream?
The orange tendrils waves at her.
CmW94Ksq to Aster [Private]: Well, there was something else we wanted to diversify our investments. We are borrowing your transceiver to establish some additional proof of stakes against various galactic registers. Sometimes, it is better to have multiples than one large one… it attracts less attention.
Aster groaned and shook her head. She felt sick but excited at the same time.
Aster to CmW94Ksq [Private]: Is it illegal?
CmW94Ksq to Aster [Private]: No. Most large corporations do it, just like Obergreen is an investment shelter for Teradyne Intergalactic Investments. We just used your pretty head for one of our shelters. And to compensate you, that small income is a percentage of the net worth.
Aster to CmW94Ksq [Private]: You should have asked!
CmW94Ksq has sent encryption keys to Aster.
CmW94Ksq to Aster [Private]: Any time you wish to stop getting money, just use these. You can't reverse charges, so what you earn is what you keep.
Aster to CmW94Ksq [Private]: You should have asked. What else do I have to do?
The quaint shrugged before it started to phase through the back wall of the ship.
CmW94Ksq to Aster [Private]: Whatever you want. In five or six years, it should be a good amount of money to retire. In eighty, you could own one of these ships. I've added myself to your contact list. If you need to talk or have questions in a less public place, just ask.
NoU2wSwk to Aster [Private]: And if you want to go another round, I have two more mates and a five-some would be electrifying on your meat shell. I will never forget your orgasmic electrical fields, thank you.
Then the two quaints walked through the hull and were out of sight.
Lyman stepped closer. “Are you okay?”
Aster looked up. “I… I think I need a virus scan once we're done. The quaints did something to my cyber.”
“Scheduled. Later tonight.”
“Discrete?”
He grinned. “Yes, an old boyfriend of mine. Payment will be cash or cunt, your choice. Naturally, I'd like my cut… of that beautiful ass, if you don't mind.”
Aster let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. And yes, you can eat out my ass.”
Lyman leaned over to nuzzle her hair.
The employee isolation sensor sent a warning beep.
They settled back and said goodbye to more of the guests. When the stream of people and luggage faded, Aster was ready to head back to her cabin and pack up to let the entire ship be sterilized.
A commotion rose up as three grookals stormed up from the station into the ship. They were armed and wearing armored chest plates underneath the thick layer of slime that covered their bodies. They didn't seem angry, only concerned.
More concerning was the trail of slime that they left behind them. An army of robots were already trying to clean but she could see a number of them shaking their appendages at the messy creatures.
One of the grookals turned to Ginnie who was coming up with the jabi couple behind her. She had a flush on her cheeks and her hair was mussed up. The grookal didn't seem to notice. “I am looking for a guest who is still on the flight, a grookal.”
“Excuse me!” yelled Garil as he ran up the platform. “Let me bring you to the princess.”
“Queen Talisail.”
Aster blinked in surprise. Queen?
“Yes, yes,” Garil said with a glare to Lyman. “Just let me report to my—”
The speaking grookal grabbed Garil by the front of his outfit and lifted the human off the ground. “If the queen is hurt while you worm your way through what you call a bureaucracy, the Grookal Fleet will destroy you, this ship, and this station without a second hesitation. Her life is more important than anything you can imagine.”
Ginnie: You were sleeping with a queen?
Lyman: Damn.
Lyman tipped Aster 0.02000 PERV.
Ginnie tipped Aster 0.01000 PERV.
Lyman: Hey, that's my money.
Ginnie smiled at him as the jabi couple passed her.
Ginnie: I don't fuck customers.
Lyman's eyes flashed.
Aster to Lyman [Private]: Don't.
He let out his breath. “Fair enough. It's in a better place than a money-hording slut.”
The grookal warrior turned on him. “Do you have something to add, maggot?”
“No, sir,” Lyman said smoothly. “My job is to ensure every guest as the best possible trip they could. I can only hope your queen was treated as such on her trip here.”
A growl. “I doubt it. No human would ever know how to properly treat one of us.” He grabbed Garil by the shoulder and pushed him toward the elevators. “Come, take me to my queen.”
There was silence except for the hum of cleaning bots.
“So,” Ginnie said with a smile. “Did you treat her like a queen?”
“Well, she shoved her royal fist up my ass, does that count?”