(6 months earlier) Amanda starts getting serious.

Brushing her silky, voluminous red hair, Amanda thought fondly of her silly, gullible rival as she slipped on her nearly skin-tight red tee-shirt. No doubt Claire was going to do as she always did and procrastinate, if only to make herself look better. But even so, when Claire really put her mind to something, she could be dangerous. That's what made a bet like this with her so irresistible. And what a lot was on the line. So much more than just a ship, and for a captain like Amanda, "just a ship" was a rare way to think of her precious livelihood.

At first Amanda had been a little hesitant about a bet like this. She figured Claire probably wouldn't remember, so Amanda could take it slow, and just indulge her usual philandering ways and slowly run up the score. But even though she'd never seen Claire really go for it before, she couldn't discount the fact that the wily and seductive smuggler would throw her own inhibitions to the wind... even though Amanda had chosen many of the special bonuses in the list precisely because they would be difficult to fulfill, if Amanda took things slowly, then Claire's resourcefulness and damnable luck might let her come from behind.

Amanda bit her lip and began massaging one of her breasts as she looked in the mirror. Her stomach was trim and tight, and she intended to keep it that way... until the bet was over, at least. A naughty thrill ran through her as she thought about the possibility of many other women losing their own trim figures and swelling up after she'd had her way with them.

A certain ping echoed through the room... a ping that made Amanda's pussy wetten up and tingle every time she heard it. She checked her wrist transmitter proudly and saw that her score had ticked up to 23. That must be the Asian girl with the neon blue pigtails who'd given Amanda a 'lap dance' in the local strip club's VIP room last night and let things go a little too far.

And yet, Amanda's smile quickly began to fade. That was only one out of three girls whose services she'd hired yesterday, and only the second out of 21 she'd paid for the company of or brought home from a spaceport bar this week. At first, a busy space station terminal like this had seemed an ideal hunting spot... a large population and newcomers always coming and going. But the jadedness and lasciviousness of the atmosphere had disadvantages as well as advantages for her. On 3 occasions Amanda's lovers had successfully insisted she wear protection and no opportunity to slip it off had arisen. And all the other times, well, call girls and party girls trawling the spaceport bars were likely to be on contraceptives, and even when they weren't, she was gambling on it being the right time of their fertility window.

Not only that, but much to Amanda's disappointment, none of the 5 women she left a little part of herself behind in the last time she visited this station immediately after making the bet were sporting a baby bump when she returned. It seemed that Amanda had managed to keep the local clinics busy but no more. And so, she'd decided to splurge on a visit to the clinic of her own to even the odds.

That was yesterday. Amanda had laid down 30,000 credits for a serious upgrade to her balls: not just the high-end fertility treatment but something called 'the long goodbye' that would make her swimmers feisty and potent for weeks after the act of love. It was steep, and yet Amanda worried it still might be insufficient - so far she'd only tried it out on 'Asami' from the strip joint, and that might've been a fluke.

Amanda looked out at the seedy neon red-light district outside her room. "Mmm, you naughty ladies... how rude of you to decline to carry my bastards, after I showed you all such a good time." she said in a teasing tone, licking her lips. "I need to find some girls who truly appreciate me. If I can just keep sweet talking them long enough I'm sure they won't mind helping me help the next generation." Amanda's eyes fluttered. "...though I can't support much of a harem while still sowing my wild oats as much as I need to. And once this bet is done, I doubt I'll be able to get away with going on a spree like this in the future. I'll have quite a reputation, even if I'm not dodging paternity suits for years to come..." she felt a shiver run down her back, "and... oh hell, why lie - I hope I am."

Amanda giggled to herself as she fixed her hair just right, letting the gorgeous fiery tresses slip through her fingers. "After all, natural redheads are getting rare across the systems. I'm sure Claire will find it in her heart to forgive me if I get a little underhanded in the course of winning my bet if it's for the greater good of human genetic diversity." she smiled. "I'm going to save going after the really unique targets for later. A game is about psychology. If she decides to end up taking this seriously, I want to have a way I can retake the lead from Clair quickly. So for the moment," she rested her delicate hand on the sizable bulge in her panties, "I'll be running up the score through sheer numbers. And wouldn't it make Claire's heart race if she sees my score start accelerating its rise? I wonder how Claire is doing anyw-"

Suddenly Amanda's breath caught in her throat when she looked at the scoreboard. Claire was... only barely behind her now? It was a solid 17! She stared at the list. It seemed that since Amanda last checked Claire's score a couple months into the bet when it became clear Claire wasn't getting out much, Claire must have managed to seed one or more women worth a bonus. Damn it... was Claire just trying to lull her into a false sense of security?

"Alright, my dear Clair. The gloves are off now. And speaking of gloves..." Amanda inspected the cargo manifest she'd picked up. An out-of-the-way station which presented a potential great opportunity she couldn't overlook. This particular station, which seemed like a pretty typical commercial/industrial/residential mixed use space habitat on paper, was requesting an under-the-table, grey market shipment of condoms. Not pills or implants... old fashioned sheaths, albeit of a very high quality. Those shouldn't be hard to get. And yet someone felt the need to order a sizable shipment of them under the table. And the same anonymous delivery location was to have a shipment of encrypted certified datapads delivered to it.

Amanda looked back at the contract she'd made with Claire again. There were almost no rules - the only thing was no use of **** and no 'banks'. But **** was pretty narrowly defined. Getting physical, threatening the same, withholding vital supplies (water, oxygen, medicine, or so on) or using any **** more potent than a recreationally legal mild aphrodisiac were all out. But aside from that, the sky was the limit... or perhaps, the gutter. There was no rule against paying for it, no rule against trading sexual favors when lives weren't on the line, nothing against ****, and no rule against little tricks like the one that had allowed Amanda to put her first point on the board mere hours after she and Claire signed the contract thanks to the hooker they'd been sharing. That went for both getting the women into a tryst, and for the aftermath...

From now on, Amanda resolved, she'd be targeting the most fertile young women she could find. Thanks to an ingenious scent upgrade to the sensory enhancement upgrades Amanda already had (which made eating pussy an even greater feast for the senses), she'd be able to smell or taste the presence or absence of chemical contraception by tasting someone's skin... and thanks to the strict regulation of nanites, she could also check who was using nanites with a quick pass of her hand.

And now, the role of Amanda will be played by... you.