Celebrations

Raynor Schwartz smiled with satisfaction seeing the dinner hall decorated as it was. Hans Hermann was doing his level best to cook something good for the returning crew, thanks to Min Li’s help. Everything, thought Schwartz, was coming together so well.

“Base, this is Polar Expedition, we have you in sight,” crackled the radio over the habitat loudspeaker. Wagner, standing beside him, clapped her hands.

“Polar Expedition this is base,” came Pamala Sheldon’s voice over the radio, “welcome home. You’ve made us proud.”

“They did it,” beamed Wagner, “we did it.”

Even Lyndon Carson seemed happy. Schwartz watched him nervously prepare everything for the science crew’s arrival. He’d been bustling around since the day before, getting things ready for the return. There wasn’t much of the expedition left, just a couple weeks here, then off to Florida for the launch.

“It feels like we’re so close now doesn’t it Ramona?”

“It does Herr Professor. I can’t believe this is it. A few weeks and a new crew will train here to join us. It’s so crazy that it’s happening.”

“It felt like this whole expedition was crawling through time,” he agreed, “but now if flies by.”

“When you get a sec, can we go for a walk or something? Before the others get here, I wanted to um, speak to you in private.” Schwartz felt the blood rush to his dick, but seeing her expression made him question what his body was assuming. Wagner looked nervous, and **** all of a sudden. He nodded.

“Let’s go check out the Farm then, we can walk and talk.” He nodded and the two walked slowly along the dining hall to the Farm. Inside, bean plants climbed the walls and long rows of leaf crops and root vegetables were growing. A couple beetles still crawled around.

“What’s up Ramona,” Schwartz asked when they knew they were alone. She fidgeted with the zipper pull on her pocket.

“OK, so this is a little embarrassing,” she started, looking more **** that he had seen her before.

“You can confide in me. No rumor mill here.” Ramona smiled.

“As you know,” she began, “I was going to school in Dusseldorf, taking your classes, all that.” Schwartz nodded and she continued, “I didn’t have a lot of money, right? My family and I don’t get a long, and they didn’t have much anyways, so I had to work through school.”

“Of course yes, I believe you told me as much during at meeting,” he said, nodding.

“Yeah so… it’s about the work I was doing… You see, I started as a stripper at the club near the university. Then I did some online stuff you know, like Onlyfans and stuff…”

“Ramona,” he said softly, placing his hand on her shoulder, “it’s okay, and you don’t need to tell me anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I need to,” she said, her eyes wet. “I also… I also was an escort Raynor.”

“As in…”

“As in I had sex with strangers. For money. I was a whore. I am a whore.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. She looked scared, and ****.

“Ramona… you’re not your job, you’re not your background. You are the best terraformer botanist I’ve ever met, and you’re a beautiful, free, woman, who did what she needed to do to get where she is today. There’s no shame in this.”

“Thank you, Raynor. I appreciate that a lot,” she said, giving him a quick, yet tight, hug. “But there’s something… something else too.”

“Please.”

“I uh, liked it,” she said, her face still nervous. “A lot. The stripping, the cam gigs, all of it. It excites me thinking about it.”

“What part?”

“The part that makes me feel desired. And I know you do, it’s not that, it’s that, I guess I enjoyed knowing that people were out there. Watching me. Finding it so hot just to see me that they need to rub one out.” Raynor nodded and she continued. “I enjoy our sex, I want more, always, I basically wake up wanting you inside me Professor. But I also… I’m sorry it’s weird.”

“You want to be watched, I hear you.”

“Yes, I… I really like it and… well I had this idea but it’s stupid.”

“Tell me.”

“What if… Ok I know the internet won’t work out there in space, but what if we got a webcam and were able to I dunno, transmit it? All those people, they’d watch because it’s stuff on Mars and space. Like, zero-G sex or something.”

“And this is something you wish to do?”

She nodded.

“There could be a lot of money in this Ramona.”

“Right? There’s literally a whole planet that would watch just for the sake of watching the space lady get off,” she giggled, clearly relaxing.

“It’s a smart idea, and you’d probably get rich.”

“I think I would too. We, would.”

“Ramona, I don’t want your money. It would be yours, your labour that goes into it, you they’d be paying to watch.”

“So you don’t want to… to be in them,” she asked, her face falling.

“Woah there, I didn’t say that. Do you think I’d say no to making my girlfriend rich by having sex with her? Madness! Of course I would. But nobody would be tuning in to see me, it would be your show, you’re the beautiful star among the stars.” She smiled, her eyes wet, and hugged him again, hard. Then she kissed him, again, forcefully. The public announcement system started crackling.

“Base this is the Polar Expedition. We’ve parked and are shutting down radio and engines. Polar Expedition, signing off!” Ramona wiped a tear away.

“We had best be going to help, Herr Professor. But I just, thank you. I was so scared.”

“Scared?”

“That you’d reject me. That you would see my past as dirty or wrong. That you’d think I’m just a slut.”

“Ramona, I was much much more concerned you’d tell me you used to work for Raytheon or Lockheed Martin. This, sex, is natural and good, as long as you were happy doing it, I’m happy for you.”

“Would you have left me if I made missiles for Raytheon,” she asked with a sly giggle.

“And abandon this ass,” he asked with an incredulous expression. He gave her butt a firm smack. “No, I’d have probably stuck around, but it would have been more difficult.”

She laughed, and she held his hand close to her body for a time. They started to head to the reception airlock to greet the expedition.

“So I had an idea,” she ventured as they walked. “So you know how we get a weight allowance for personal effects? I was um, what if we ordered some supplies and had them added to our allowance?”

“Supplies?”

“A webcam, and um,” she blushed, “toys. Dildos, butt plugs, lingerie, you know… supplies.”

“You brought some right?”

“Just a couple of things for myself. My clit sucker rose can mind control me, but it’s not great for viewership.”

“I think it is,” remembering watching her scream and squirt all over the toy when they used it together.

“Hehe, I love it, but like, we’d need some more visually appealing toys, I think. Oh and lube.”

He nodded along, deferring to her expertise while also thinking smutty thoughts about what he’d do with her and some lube. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and they entered the airlock reception area. The others were already there, and the crew of the rover had just arrived. The team was high fiving, hugging and generally celebrating their arrival, and the mission. Nobody was under the illusion that going to the North Pole on a massive rover was a big accomplishment for science, but for the crew, the joy was palpable. Schwartz walked up to Sam Hayden, intending on greeting him and asking how the mission was. He overheard him say something to Colby Smith about how weird it was to wear clothes again.

“How are you Sam,” he asked the tall blonde.

“Good Professor! What a trip. I’m so sore, that thing moves and bumps along so much, when you stop you realize you’ve been shaken around like dice in a cup.”

Schwartz thought that was a strange analogy, but he continued, asking Hayden about the voyage and the Pole. He’d been fascinated with the arctic for years and had been disappointed to learn that he wouldn’t be able to go himself. While they talked, he noticed from the corner of his eye Tara Dayton and Lyndon Carson greeting one another. They seemed standoffish, yet, close somehow. Schwartz couldn’t put his finger on why he thought that was the case, but it seemed to be.

“Ya’ll look tired Professor. How was it here,” asked Hayden.

“Twelve people is not enough for such a mission, we’re exhausted. Still, the expedition was a success, we have much to celebrate.”

“We do we do, it was a good time. Let’s blastoff man!”

Schwartz nodded. With the arrival of the expedition, the motivation to launch and start everything for real burning in everyone. The crew knew they were close to the end and wanted to get on with it. The celebrations went on all night. Carson had matured his cannabis crop, and the entire crew celebrated in a haze of smoke. A weight had been visibly lifted from the crew, and they relaxed, enjoyed each other’s company, and got high as Mars. Later, as the party wound down, Schwartz was thinking about he and Wagner’s project. He looked at his intercom for ideas on toys and accessories, but as ever, the signal was crap. The others had mostly gone to bed, and he was going to pretty soon himself.

“I’m going to check the lab, Ramona,” he said, as he rose to leave. She smiled at him, then went back to her conversation with Sam Hayden about the rover cabin. It sounded like they’d spent their time pretty cooped up in there. The lab had far and away the best internet access on the station, and other members of the crew frequently used these terminals for personal use. Soon they’d be isolated, with all communications trunked through the company servers. Schwartz heard something move when he entered the hallway to the lab. Then a voice.

“Oh fuck, mmmmm yesyesyes!”

It was Tara Dayton he could hear in the throes of passion. Schwartz told himself to stop walking, to give her privacy, yet his feet kept moving forward, his curiosity leading him on. Her moans echoed down the empty hallway. When he got to the lab, he saw the door was ajar by a couple inches. He peaked through the gap, his heart hammering in his chest.

Tara Dayton was naked, but for a pair of long socks. She was bent over the table in the middle of the science lab, and Lyndon Carson, half dressed, had his hand spreading her ass cheeks, and was tonguing her asshole. Each time he went in for a lick, Dayton would elicit a low moan. The index and middle fingers of his other hand he used to finger fuck her pussy, and they shone with her juices.

“Mmm fuck yeah eat my ass you bastard, eat iiiit,” she gasped. He mumbled something, and she reached back and pulled his face into her. “I said eat my fucking ass, not t-talk, oooooooh!”

Schwartz backed away from the door. He didn’t want to intrude on this, his bosses, both of them, were having what seemed like a pretty kinky affair, and he’d rather not be seen. Still, it gave him some ideas. He decided he could shop online tomorrow instead. As he walked away, he thought about how he’d have filmed the two of them, or more specifically, how he’d film he and Ramona doing that same thing. His mind was full of ideas. Camera angles, setup, and the best part, pushing his tongue inside his hot girlfriend’s pussy and ass.

“I’m going to be the first porn producer in space,” he laughed to himself as the sounds of sex faded away behind him.