A new assignment

“What the fuck do you mean they rescued someone,” exclaimed Lyndon Carson, horror building up in him.

“What should they have done with her Mister Carson, finish the job,” Tara Dayton asked acidly from across the desk. The two were alone in her office off the science lab, Dayton having called him to her office after the rover crew radioed the latest update.

“Well no I… look, Tara,” he began, bewildered, “I don’t have a good answer. What I know, though, is our food supply. An extra mouth to feed, assuming she survives… Thirteen instead of twelve, Tara.”

“Look Carson,” Dayton began, her tone softening, “I hear your concern I do, but we were already planning with surpluses in mind, and this is an exceptional situation. Besides, there’s also the food on board SpaceY.”

“You don’t think if we salvage their shit, they won’t be coming back to claim it though,” he asked. Dayton was right, he admitted to himself, but he was damned if he wanted to risk the station for a SpaceY loyalist.

“Well, that idiot CEO of theirs is among them blue faced corpses in their ship so I doubt he’ll be bothering us again,” she said, and a vicious smirk crept across her face. “Maybe his insurance company or a successor but that guy was the problem and that guy is dead as fuck now.”

Carson wasn’t sure if Dayton’s mean streak was scary or if it made her even hotter. She brushed some blonde hair from her face, and Carson recognized a different expression on her face: relief.

“I guess at bare minimum they’re gonna need to reorg and get a new CEO, new crew, new ship,” Carson conceded.

“They won’t bother us for a while and if they do, Green Mars will be well up and running,” she said.

“What about security Tara?”

“Yes, I’ve wondered about that too,” she said, nodding. “There’s no way or frankly, justification, to imprison the SpaceY employee, and honesty we don’t have the staffing to watch her 24-7. Given that she’s a Mars trained SpaceY explorer, she could be an asset if we could turn her.”

“Let me get this straight Tara,” said Carson incredulously, “you’ve been doing every type of dirty trick to make sure we have perfect security, but you want to invite a SpaceY right into our midst and let her just roam at will? Who are you?” Dayton smiled at the question.

“I’m someone who knows our primary opposition is gone,” she said. “Besides, I’m not proposing we drop our guard. There are other threats we need to be vigilant about, but for the time being, SpaceY may not be one of them. We’ll keep a close eye on her, even if she’s not confined.”

“You and your fuckin cameras,” sneered Carson, rolling his eyes. He couldn’t discuss the camera setup without getting the creeps.

“Me and my _fucking _cameras,” she retorted, smirking, “are but one part of a much more all-encompassing security apparatus Mister Carson. I have you after all.”

“Oh I must have got promoted,” Carson quipped.

“I value your contribution to security Carson,” she said gracefully, “you’re my ears, and you’re the only one that knows about my eyes.”

Carson narrowed his eyes. He could tell Dayton was leading him to something, but he couldn’t figure out what. The sneaky bitch has something in the works, he thought

“Now, about the SpaceY employee,” she said, changing the subject, “I want her to be assigned…”

“If she lives you mean,” inserted Carson.

“If she lives, yes,” commented Dayton dryly before continuing. “The SpaceY will need a minder and a place to stay. My thinking; Alain and Li. They found her, they could use a hand around the station, and since we have an extra bunk needed, we ask them to cohabitate.”

“That all makes sense. Think they’ll be mad,” Carson asked while he stewed it over. “They uh, won’t be too delighted to lose a room.”

“No I imagine not but it’s better than making her sleep on the floor and we’re not ready to build the guest habitat,” Dayton said, and Carson knew she was right. He nodded and Dayton continued, “and speaking of security; I want someone to watch her.”

“Li and Eric,” Carson asked, confused.

“No I mean besides them. They rescued her and may not be objective. “I’m thinking Sheldon.”

“Is Pam the best choice,” Carson asked hesitantly. “She’s a good pick and all, but like, she’s busy as fuck.”

“She’ll make do,” Dayton responded simply, he eyes fixed on Carson. He felt like she was burning a hole in her with her gaze when she continued, “she’s loyal, Carson.”

“I don’t doubt she’s loyal it’s just that she’s busy is all,” Carson said hastily, suddenly nervous. What was Dayton getting at?

“She tell you that after the botany hall Mister Carson,” asked Dayton quietly, and an icy ball formed in Carson’s belly.

“I um, no it’s uh,” he stuttered before Dayton cut him off with a gesture. Carson knew Dayton could have known but that anxiety had faded without confirmation. He didn’t know even why he should feel anxious, yet Dayton worried him. It wasn’t her words; it was her tone.

“Relax Carson it’s fine,” she said simply, her tone lightening.

“What about it then,” he asked confused at first, but then mad at the intrusion.

“Well it’s useful to me, actually.”

“How so,” Carson retorted, irritation building.

“I’ll spell it out for you; secrets and sex are two excellent ways to ensure security,” she said, her smirk reappearing, “having that nice little secret between you two, and you being ever so loyal to me, well… Don’t you think that would be useful to me?”

Carson stared her in the eye, still annoyed, yet suddenly intrigued by what Dayton was saying. He was starting to realize she was using him in her plans. Taken into her confidence. Fear started to turn into excitement in his mind, yet it remained. He nodded.

“So, what I want you to do,” she paused for a moment, “is fuck her.”

“What,” Carson exclaimed.

“What’s confusing? She’s given you a little head sure, but that’s like a handshake on this colony isn’t it,” Dayton said, her smirk wider, “so fuck her. Have a nice secret between you that you two hold.”

“You can’t uh, you can’t order me to do that,” Carson protested.

“Well I can’t order her to fuck you, actually. No you’ll have to use your powers of good old-fashioned seduction,” she pointed out, and Carson felt like he was being made fun of.

“So you’re telling me,” Carson said slowly, counting off his points on his fingers, “that you want me to fuck her.” Dayton nodded. “And that you want this to happen behind Hermann’s back on purpose, so we have a secret affair?”

“Exactly Mister Carson, well put,” beamed Dayton, who Carson could tell was enjoying herself. Then she added, “besides, you want to don’t you? It’s not like this is such a hardship for you, is it?”

“So you’re pimping me out,” Carson asked incredulously. Dayton giggled.

“That’s a crude way to put it, she said with a sigh. “You’re right in one sense though; I can’t make you do it, administratively speaking. Besides, that would defeat the point. It would, however, help go a long way regarding your standing with me and by extension, the company. It’s something you seem to want to do anyways, and it’s useful to me, so do it.”

Carson considered for a moment. Dayton wasn’t wrong about any of it, and the idea of slipping around that annoying idiot Hermann’s back seemed fun besides. Something about it felt strange, perhaps just the fact it was an order from his boss. He felt deeply suspicious, yet…

“Fine, I’ll do it. Her. Whatever.”

“Thank you, Mister Carson. Now then, unless you have anything else...?”

“Nope,” he said, standing to rise. He felt lightheaded and almost had to sit back down but stopped himself.

“Oh and Carson,” she said as he was about to leave. “Tell her about her new role watching the newcomer. I’d rather it came from you this time.”

He looked back at Dayton as she looked at him from her desk. He didn’t know what to say, so he nodded and left feeling deeply strange. It didn’t help that he knew perfectly well that she would be watching him. Every. Damn. Move.

Carson walked around the station aimlessly, trying to decide what he would do next. Everyone was busy. His own crew was working on the crops as always. The medics were preparing the sickbay for intensive care, the science team was preparing for the follow-up salvage mission to the stricken SpaceY vessel, and the remaining personnel were busy with the operations of the colony.

“We should have got the air resupply drones up and running,” Raynor Schwartz was telling Ramona Wagner when Carson walked into the botany hall.

“For the medevac you mean,” Wagner responded, then added “oh hey Lyndon,” when she saw him.

“Oh hi guys,” Carson said tonelessly.

“Don’t you agree Mister Carson? Why don’t we have the air hub operational yet,” Schwartz asked pointedly.

“Cus we don’t,” he shrugged. “I dunno professor, we just got here and the hub was supposed to be built around Sol 40.”

“But isn’t that clearly an oversight based on what has transpired,” pressed Schwartz.

“No, it’s actually not,” Carson said, “because we weren’t even supposed to be sending expeditions out yet. We’re ahead of schedule so chill professor. It’s fine.”

Privately, Carson wasn’t sure he believed what he was telling Schwartz, but he didn’t want to let that on. The criticism of Dayton implicit in this line of thought angered him.

“Listen, both of you,” Carson said, his tone rising, “we are a long ass way from home. So we have a drone air hub and haven’t built it yet. Who cares? Tara’s been doing nothing but focus on this mission so if she didn’t think we needed it till Sol 40 then I agree with her and so do you. Got it?”

The two botanists nodded but said nothing.

“Good good,” he said more quietly. “You good here. Need anything?”

“No the plants are doing really well actually, and we were just about to go for lunch if you want to join us,” Wagner said cheerfully.

“I’m good thanks, you two go ahead though,” Carson said, and the two headed for the kitchen speaking to each other in low tones. He knew they were talking about him.

“Whatever, they’ll figure it out,” Carson said to himself as he set about checking their work. He soon admitted to himself that they indeed, were doing really well. The plants were happy and by extension, so was he.

The rest of Carson’s workday was uneventful. His coworkers returned after about an hour, and the two worked on getting the last of the bean plants hung up on their frames and seeding the tomatoes while Carson worked on the insectarium. The bug box, as the crew called it, was pollination strategy and something he wanted to see successful as soon as possible. Every day a bug pollinated a plant was a day he didn’t need to spend pollinating crops manually. If he had his way, the crew would soon be eating fresh honey.

At dinner time, Carson informed the botany crew that he wouldn’t need them for the rest of the day, and the two went to cook dinner, a job the pilots would have otherwise been doing. Carson stayed in the botany hall, tending, planting, watering, and it wasn’t until his stomach started growling that he stopped his work. When he got to the dinner hall, it was quiet but for two people at a table: Hans Hermann, and Pamala Sheldon. Carson greeted them nonchalantly, then grabbed some food from the rolling trays. It was bag-ration food, and he chose the least objectionable plate and brought it over to the table and sat.

“How’re the plants Lyn,” asked Sheldon, who smiled when he sat down across from her.

“Good, they’re good. Be eating something other than this slop soon enough,” he said, gazing balefully at his food for a moment.

“It is no home grown delicacy that is certain,” proclaimed Hermann, sitting to Sheldon’s right.

“No it ain’t,” Carson responded. “How’s uh, your things?”

“Well, I will say these are complicated times my friends,” Hermann proclaimed. “The notion that soon, we will have SpaceY in our midst is to me, concerning, but time will smooth the divide, of this I am sure.”

Carson realized that in saying all that Hermann had in fact said nothing at all, and he showed a barely perceptible smirk to Sheldon.

“Well, I’ve been busy doin my mining thing,” she interjected, clearly recognizing the bemusement on Carson’s face. “In fact guys, I found a new seam of the good ore just down the ways from here.”

“The good ore,” asked Carson.

“Uranium,” she beamed.

“Ahh the hot stuff, just like you,” said Hermann, wrapping his arm around her in a celebratory hug. “This is good news.”

“It is it is,” Sheldon responded. It was then, with Hermann’s arm clearly around her, that Carson felt her leg cross over to his side of the table and brush up against his.

“Well, when the rover returns, I will have the goods to restock it and I shall go with them, and salvage the SpaceY vessel,” the oblivious Hermann said. “Mars is a desolate place and we must use every part of that vessel if necessary.”

Carson nodded, feeling Sheldon’s foot travel higher up his leg, making it clear it was no accident. He wondered if she’d picked the moment Hermann was showing her affection for this on purpose. It made him buzz with interest.

“Well then, our dinner is done, shall we retire for the eve,” Hermann asked Sheldon.

“Actually, before you go,” cut in Carson, “can I have a word with you Pam. We can go to my office, won’t take long. I have an assignment regarding the survivor.”

“Yes of course,” she said, then turned to Hermann, “I’ll come by your place later OK hun?”

“Of course of course my dear,” the ever-grandiose Hermann declared, rubbing her back between the shoulder blades. “I will see you this evening. To you both, I wish you a pleasant evening.”

Hermann stood and left. Sheldon’s eyes met Carson’s and the two sat in silence for a moment until Hermann was out of the dining hall.

“An assignment eh,” the Canadian geologist asked, her eyebrow raised.

“Yes, an assignment but we’ll talk about it there,” Carson said, and the two headed out, stopping first to grab cups of tea. They walked to the botany hall in silence, the only sound being the thin carbon dioxide wind beating on the walls of the habitat.

“So… assignment,” Sheldon said, sitting down in Carson’s office chair. She folded her hands behind her head and looked directly into Carson’s eyes as he spoke.

“Yes, an assignment. As you know, we have a visitor coming. A SpaceY that we know virtually nothing about besides that she’s a woman named Davis. She’s a Brit. Elizabeth Davis,” Carson said, and Sheldon nodded along. “She’s going to be working alongside Eric and Li once she’s on her feet.”

“She’s letting a SpaceY wander around the ship unwatched,” asked Sheldon, her eyes wide.

“Not unwatched. That’s where you come in. I want you to see what you can find out about this Elizabeth Davis.”

“So you want me to spy on her,” Sheldon inquired, an amused look on her face.

“Spy on her, befriend her, let her confide in you, whatever you need to do,” he said brusquely. “Just… just keep an eye on her.”

“I… see. This coming from you or Tara,” Sheldon asked.

“It’s coming from me, which means it’s coming from Tara. I’m her second in command,” Carson declared, pointing at his own chest, “so whoever you want it to come from, it comes from them got that?”

Sheldon crossed her legs, and stared at Carson, emotionless and impassive. Carson assumed she was considering her options and was about to say something else to break the silence when she at last spoke.

“OK,” she said impassively.

“OK,” Carson repeated back, hoping she would say something else, and he was relieved when she did.

“And this is you requesting this.”

“Ordering, yes,” he corrected harshly.

“Ordering,” she said slowly, mulling over the word as she spoke. “Hmm. Alright. You know I’m busy as fuck already right. Goddamnit Lyn, I’ve got a million things to do right now.”

“I know Pam I know,” he said, tension in his voice. “The reality is I need it to be you. You’re the one I can trust in a totally different department.”

“Oh interesting, I’m the one you can trust eh? Why is that?” Sheldon asked innocently. Carson considered before answering.

“We’ve always got along, haven’t we?”

“We have,” Sheldon said, as if conceding a point. “You’re sure it’s not because of our little… meet up?”

“I mean, I enjoyed that a lot, but it wasn’t why I picked you for this,” Carson responded, trying not to sound defensive.

“Hmm. OK. And what do you get out of this,” she asked.

“Like I said: it’s for security. It’s one thing for her former rescuers to watch her but I want someone… unbiased, as a back up.”

Carson wasn’t sure where Sheldon’s mind was. She was tough to read at the best of times, and while they spoke, he found her even more opaque. Even though he knew she was super busy, he had hoped she would approach the task with zeal but instead she seemed **** and inscrutable.

“Oh and also Pam,” Carson added, “I’d like this to stay between the two of us.”

“You don’t want me to tell Hans about our meeting? Oh dear,” Sheldon commented sarcastically.

“It can be one more secret between the two of us,” responded Carson with a smirk.

“Hans might be jealous,” Sheldon teased.

“Whatever, fuck that guy,” Carson retorted dryly.

“Jealous of Hans Hermann are we,” Sheldon asked with a mischievous smile.

“I mean, yeah.”

Sheldon stood up from the chair and stood in front of Carson. He watched as the brunette slid the zipper on her stained red jumpsuit down to her naval and let it fall around her feet. With cat-like grace, she stepped out of the legs of the suit, leaving her in nothing but her socks and white panties.

“What are you jealous about Lyn,” she whispered in Carson’s ear, pressing her breasts up against his chest as she did. The feeling of her body pressed against his made his cock twitch with excitement.

“Getting to fuck your tight little pussy of course,” he whispered huskily while he fondled her left tit.

“Is that what you want baby,” Sheldon cooed, “you want to fuck my tight little pussy?”

Carson responded by sliding his hand into her panties. She was smooth and wet, and his middle finger slid easily inside her. She sighed and kissed him while he worked his finger in and out of her. She sighed again; her hips gyrated a little against the finger. She reached up and unzipped his jumpsuit and slid it down off his body. His cock was hard in his underwear, and she reached in and started stroking him.

Sheldon pulled Carson’s cock out of his underwear, then sprung up suddenly and wrapped her legs around his hips. In the lightness of Martian .4G, it was easy to hold herself up on him, and for him to hold her in the air. He grabbed her ass and after pushing her underwear to the side, guided her down onto his hard cock.

Carson, still holding Sheldon’s ass, set the pace, lifting her up and down on his cock, rewarded with a squeak of pleasure in his ear each time. He feasted his eyes on the sight of his cock, shiny with her juices, plunging into her with each motion, then sliding almost all the way out, then watching as he buried himself balls deep into her.

“Ooo fuck baby yeah,” Sheldon moaned into Carson’s ear. He walked them over a few meters to the wall and pressed her back up against it to use as leverage while he increased the pace. Her feet were wrapped around him painfully tight and dug into his back, but he didn’t care.

“Ohhh fuck you’re so much better than my boyfriend,” Sheldon cried out. She gripped his cock tight inside her and bit his shoulder to muffle a scream. She was so tight he felt himself almost **** out of her, and he felt her soak his crotch as her fucked her through her orgasm. No sooner was she done cumming, did he push her off of him.

“Bend over,” Carson growled, and Sheldon, still gasping from her orgasm, turned around and put her hands against the wall, presenting her ass to him. He gave her a healthy smack on the ass, then shoved himself roughly inside her. Bending her over and taking her made him feel invincible.

“Oh fuck ooo,” Sheldon moaned loudly, barely able to restrain herself as Carson pushed deep inside her. He licked his thumb and used the wet digit to rub around the ring of her asshole while he plowed her. Carson felt his pleasure building towards a crescendo. In that moment, he thought about Hermann, and how he had no idea that he, Lyndon Carson, was about to blow his load deep inside his woman. The feeling of power that gave him made him even hotter, and he let out a guttural moan of delight.

“Fuckfuck agggghh,” he groaned, and he slammed his cock into Sheldon as hard as he could, pushing every last drop of his cum deep inside her. Savouring every pleasureful throb while she moaned under him. His knees were weak, and he almost collapsed from the intensity of the pleasure exploding through him. He stayed inside her, moving softly, feeling his hot cum and her juices mix on his cock.

“That was… fuck that was incredible,” Sheldon gasped, and the two separated. Cum ran in a small river from her quaking pussy and down her thighs. Carson admired his messy handiwork, while she readjusted her panties, which soon were soaked with cum. He loved seeing his cum drip out of her. It made him feel powerful and virile.

“What. A. Mess,” she giggled, as she got dressed.

“Might be awkward going back to Hans like that,” chuckled Carson, feeling mean.

“I might have to get him to add to it,” Sheldon said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“Won’t he… notice?”

“Hans? Probably not; he’s too self absorbed to notice something like my twat being full of another man’s load,” Sheldon said dismissively. “If he does, I’ll just say it’s his pre-cum.”

Carson wasn’t convinced that would fool anyone, but he wasn’t going to question it too much. ‘Don’t care; had sex’ was a vibe he was feeling very familiar with in the moment.

“Maybe,” whispered suggested Sheldon seductively, “one day both of you can take turns filling me with your hot, thick, cum.” Then she turned around and made for the door. When in the entranceway, she turned and gave Carson a sultry wink, then left. Carson collapsed into his office chair feeling spent. Thoughts swirled around in his mind. The exhaustion of the day, not to mention the post-coital sleepiness was taking hold.

“Well Tara, you got what you want,” he said loudly to the room while he looked for a camera. “Are you not entertained?”