Investigation

“Bring her in Mister Carson,” commanded Tara Dayton, who was sitting stiffly in her office chair. Carson stood poked his head out of the door of the office.

“Come in Pam,” he told the nervous looking mining specialist. Sheldon walked into the office hesitantly, sadness and anxiety creasing her face. She brushed her brown hair nervously from her face when she sat. Carson sat down in the spare char on the side of the desk provided for the occasion.

“This interview is being recorded,” Dayton said stiffly. Carson laughed inwardly at the suggestion that it was just this one interview being recorded, but he said nothing. Sheldon nodded but said nothing.

“Tell us about the events leading up to the incident involving Mister Hermann,” instructed Dayton.

“So as you know, we have two mine sites that I have been conducting reconnaissance for,” began Sheldon, hesitation in her voice. “I had really good returns on the searches I’ve already done, as you both know.” Dayton and Carson nodded.

“Tell us about them, for the record,” Carson interjected.

“There are two sites,” Sheldon said, “Alpha-4 and Gamma-1. We um, we were at Gamma-1. It’s a really good site. We… I, think there’s a really good Uranium vein under it.” As she spoke, she looked back and forth between Carson and Dayton, making eye contact. She’s pleading her case, Carson thought, she knows she fucked up.

“Then so, I was gonna go get some advanced findings on Gamma-1, but I needed an extra worker to help me,” she continued.

“Why,” interrupted Dayton. “Why not a drone?”

“Oh it’s a matter of controls. Like the drones do help, with lifting, digging, manual labour shit, stuff, whatever, but they can’t… they can’t replace a person in terms of coordinating work sometimes,” she stuttered. Carson had never seen her this nervous before. “And so like, I needed Hans… Mister Hermann, to help me with the general duties around the digging ops,” Sheldon concluded.

“What about a safety briefing Sheldon,” asked Carson asked coldly.

“Well um, I guess I told him about the dangers,” she said hesitantly, shooting daggers at Carson with her eyes.

“Did you tell him the B-40 medium digging machine had an extraction arm that could present a crush hazard,” Dayton demanded.

“I uh, maybe? I dunno it’s all… it’s all a blur,” Sheldon stammered. Carson could see a tear in the corner of her left eye.

“What happened,” pressed Dayton.

“So he uh, was operating the Bitch-40, uh sorry, the B-40,” Sheldon stumbled, blushing, “that’s just what we call it. I call it. Anyways yeah we were operating it, and I um, had to go down into the digging pit to change the drill bit. I…” she sniffed and wiped her eye. “Then I was down in the pit and I… I said don’t touch the controls. I was scared for my ass, but when I heard it go….”

“Did he activate it without you present,” inquired Carson.

“I don’t want to…” Sheldon sniffed.

“Did he activate it without you being present? Yes or no,” Dayton demanded.

“Yes,” Sheldon said softly, her eyes falling to the floor, “he uh, I was scared. I was scared it would come down on me but then…” she sobbed again, “then I heard the scream.”

“What happened,” Dayton asked, her voice softer.

“I got up there and I saw the extraction arm had pinned him to the pit framing, and he was, he was yelling into the mic, yelling and…” Sheldon trailed off.

“Go on Pam,” breathed Carson.

“I got the machine controls and released them, and he collapsed. He was screaming and…” she explained, “I got him into the short-range rover. The one we use at the site, you know? I got him in, and we drove as fast as we could go.”

“I see. Do you have anything further to add to the record,” Dayton asked impassively.

“Just that I uh, I did what I could. I’m so sorry that it happened,” Sheldon said sadly.

“Very well. OK Miss Sheldon,” Dayton said, reviewing the notes she had taken as she spoke. “Return to your assigned duties. If there’s a flaw, something wrong with the mining hardware, I want to know about it, understood? Don’t answer right now, think on it, and let me know. Dismissed Miss Sheldon.”

Pamala Sheldon, her face dejected, stood and left without speaking. Dayton and Carson remained silent until they heard the door of the science lab close.

“Close the door,” murmured Dayton, and Carson stood and closed the office door before sitting back in the seat to her right. “Thoughts?”

“She’s lying. Or at bare minimum, covering for Hans,” Carson said coldly.

“Agreed,” Dayton said simply. “Think it was her fault?”

“No, I imagine it was that idiot Hermann being that idiot Hermann,” Carson dryly commented.

“You saying that because you believe it or because you’re fucking his girlfriend,” Dayton asked in a mean tone.

“Rude. You told me to fuck her,” Carson retorted.

“And what a hardship it must have been to have a cute little brunette sucking your dick,” Dayton commented sarcastically. “So what is it?”

“No, Tara,” Carson said, getting annoyed, “I’m not saying this because I’m fucking his girlfriend.”

“Good, just checking,” Dayton said lightly.

“So now what,” Carson asked.

“We can’t afford to lose her regardless as to who is at fault, so now we file a nice report that says, ‘operator error,’ we start mining and exporting uranium, and the Professor gets to spread his lichen,” Dayton explained, counting off her answers on her fingers.

“And Hans,” asked Carson.

“Well he won’t be mining anymore, even if his hand isn't permanently fucked,” Dayton said. “What’s the word on Liz?”

“I meant to talk to you about that,” Carson said, pointing at Dayton. “Did you assign me to get Pam working on Davis or not?”

“What do you mean Mister Carson,” Dayton asked.

“Do you trust me to do the job?”

“Yes,” Dayton said simply.

“Then why are you undermining me by going to Pam about her,” he asked, irritation in his voice.

“Undermining? How dramatic Mister Carson,” she condescendingly said. “I asked her about that to see what she would say, not for information.”

“Come again,” the confused Carson asked.

“It was about her reaction,” she explained, “I was accessing her security consciousness, not her work.”

Carson was starting to realize that, once again, his mission commander was playing games. She’d been acting odd for days and it had been making him crazy.

“I… see,” he said slowly. “And I take it you knew that…”

“That she was fucking you when I told her to come here? Yes, I did,” smirked Dayton, who looked very satisfied.

“You’re fucking twisted,” Carson spat, anger rising in him.

“Why so mad Mister Carson,” teased Dayton in a patronizing tone, “I let you cum beforehand.”

“The fuck is wrong with you?”

“Wrong with me,” she asked, putting on an innocent air, “I’m just dedicated to my mission Mister Carson.”

“And I’m not? Bitch,” Carson cursed, unable to control himself.

“Rude, Mister Carson, very rude. I didn’t say you weren’t dedicated.”

“Fuck this shitshow, call me when you’re done playing games,” he spat and stood to leave.

“Stop,” Dayton commanded as Carson reached for the door. His hand stopped inches from the door handle, and he turned to face her. “We’re not done our discussion.”

“Jesus fuck Tara what do you need,” Carson exclaimed in frustration. “Just fucking say it.” His frustration only seemed to amuse Dayton, who smiled like a predator.

“Sit back down Mister Carson,” she said, and waited till he did so before speaking further. “What do I want? Pamala.”

“I can go… get her or something I…” Carson began but Dayton cut him off with a laugh.

“No no no, you’ve got it wrong Mister Carson. I don’t want to talk to her,” she explained, placing her hands formally on the desk as if she was still conducting the investigation. “I want to fuck her.”

“I uh, oh,” said the still-confused Carson.

“And you’re going to arrange that for me,” she continued.

“What,” Carson gasped.

“What I want,” Dayton explained, “is for you to convince Pamala that she needs to seduce me.”

“Let me get this straight,” the incredulous Carson began, “is me to tell the girl I am sleeping with that she actually should be sleeping with you?” Dayton nodded. “And that,” he continued, “you think I’m going to be OK with that?”

“I can make it worth your while,” Dayton responded simply.

“How?”

“Well, since you’d be fucking my girl, the least you could do is fuck me, isn’t it,” he asked rhetorically.

“I think if you perform your task adequately, we can…” Dayton began but Carson, smelled advantage and interrupted her.

“No, not after, before. This conversation doesn’t happen until I get what I want,” he said, pressing his advantage.

“And that is…?” asked Dayton suggestively.

“Any. Way. I. Want.”

“You are a bold one Mister Carson,” smirked Dayton. “I’ll make you a counteroffer. You can fuck me now, but if you want the whole package, you need to make sure the job is done first.”

Dayton didn’t wait for Carson to answer, but stood and unzipped her jumpsuit, then let it fall to the floor around her ankles. Underneath, she was completely naked but for a pair of tall baby blue socks. Her long blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders. Carson wondered if she’d been planning to fuck him anyways or if going commando just made her feel more powerful. He thought ruefully that she didn’t need help with that.

“Take out your fucking cock,” Dayton said coldly. Carson obliged, unzipping his jumpsuit, then standing to let it fall to his feet. He was already hardening in his underwear, and it bulged with excitement.

“You like it when your little whore Pam sucks your cock,” Dayton asked, dropping to her knees in front of Carson. “Is she a good cocksucker Carson?”

“She issss mmmgh,” he groaned as he watched Dayton engulf his cock to the hilt. She sucked him slowly, making low, sexual slurps each time she almost withdrew him from her mouth before she plunged back down on him.

“She treats you right,” Dayton moaned, teasing his tip with her tongue and sliding her lips up and down his erection. “Like a good little slut?”

“You’re my whore right now bitch,” he grunted, and held Dayton’s head down on his cock until she gagged. He face fucked her roughly, making her gag and gasp on his throbbing cock. Tears ran down her face.

Carson pushed Dayton off his cock. He’d considered blowing his load all over her face, but he wanted more. Dayton stood and leaned back so that she was sitting on the desk, then she spread her legs for him. Her pussy was smooth but for some short blonde hairs and dripping wet.

“Slut gets wet sucking cock eh,” he said as he slid his fingers inside Dayton’s pussy. “Your little cunt is dripping.”

Dayton didn’t speak, she just reached down and grabbed Carson’s hard, saliva dampened cock, and pulled him towards her. He grabbed at her soft, round tits roughly. The harder and rougher he got with her, the more turned on she seemed.

“Fuck me with tha-,” began Dayton, but Carson grabbed her face, holding her neck and chin so that she couldn’t speak.

“Shut up and take my cock, whore,” he grunted, and then shoved himself into her sopping wet pussy. She whimpered with apparent pleasure through his hand. He rammed her hard and rough. Her intercom fell off the desk, followed by a cup full of pens and pencils.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Dayton moaned loudly. Carson grabbed her neck and held her throat tight enough to decrease her breathing and without stopping it, leaving her unable to speak.

“I said take my cock and shut up, whore,” he grunted again, pounding her harder. She responded with a muffled moan, then a louder one. Carson felt his crotch soaked by her pussy as she orgasmed on his cock.

“Mmm, slut likes it rough,” he growled, feeling Dayton’s squirt running down his nutsack. He pulled out, and shoved his fingers inside her, then presented them to her mouth, dripping with her cum. She licked the offered fingers eagerly, then sucked them like she had his cock. “And she likes the taste of her own cunt too.”

Carson felt himself getting close to cumming. He grabbed Dayton’s hips and thrust roughly into her, and she collapsed back onto the desk, knocking more items to the floor. His thrusts were ****. He grunted loudly and released with a groan deep inside her.

“Yeah yeah fuuuuck,” he gasped, holding Dayton down and plowing his orgasm into her while she wailed with pleasure. Still thrusting like a man possessed, he felt, but barely registered her squirting again on his cock. Then he slowed his pace, gasping, and slowly slid himself out of her. He watched with satisfaction as a his cum dribbled out of her wet pussy. Dayton didn’t say anything at first; she just laid on her desk in a puddle of their cum, gasping softly.

“I hope that was to your satisfaction Mister Carson,” she said after a time, still panting.

“You seemed to like it…” Carson began but Dayton interrupted him.

“It was adequate; you’ve come a long way. If you want to go… further, though, you’ll need to follow through on your assignment,” she instructed, sitting up and sliding off the desk. She sat down in her chair, still totally naked but for her socks, and indicated to the chair for Carson to do the same.

“Yeah yeah I’ll…” he began and Dayton cut him off with a raised finger. He sat as instructed, eyeing the puddle of cum on her desk.

“Now then,” she began formally, crossing her hands on the desk and proceeding as if the sex was already forgotten, “the mining issue. Once you have completed your assignment as regards Sheldon, I want you to have her access if Davis is trustworthy enough to work in the mining operations under her supervision.”

“Um, I can talk to her,” Carson said, his brain struggling to shift gears.

“We need more mining engineers Carson, that much is clear,” lectured Dayton, “and Davis is a miner. If she is committed to joining us in place of SpaceY, then she can help Sheldon with the competency to avoid getting her hand crushed to pulp.”

“Wh-what about,” stuttered Carson, who was still gasping with pleasure and could feel the afterglow demanding a nap. “What about security?”

“Sheldon will be assigned to keep an extra eye on Davis if needed, if she believes Davis can be trusted,” she said, sounding exasperated. Carson’s eyes kept falling to her bare tits and the shine of her saliva and his pre-cum that had dripped onto them.

“What if she doesn’t want to…” he asked.

“Then I’ll hold you responsible,” Dayton said coldly, and stood. Carson could see a string of his cum leaking down her thigh as she grabbed her intercom from the floor. "And you'll never touch me again," she continued, walking over to him. “Consider this a test of your loyalty.”

“What if I don’t do it Tara,” Carson, feeling emboldened, asked. “What if Pam isn’t into you like that?”

“If you want to use my body again, you’ll do as you’re instructed Mister,” she said, standing so close to him he could reach out and take her nipples in his mouth. He could smell his seed as she spoke, “and if you refuse, there could well be consequences.”

“Consequences,” Carson demanded pointedly. “You think I’m afraid of you outing me as trying to fuck you in Greenland? It’s ancient history Tara what do you think would even happen if you said, ‘problematic Mister Carson wanted to fuck me, so I blackmailed him into sharing his woman after promising him sex.’”

“Oh Lyndon,” giggled Dayton in her most patronizing tone, “do you really think THAT is what I’d do if you got on my bad side?”

“Isn’t it,” he asked acidly.

“No sweetie, no,” she said, grinning. Carson started to wonder if he was being setup, or if she’d been waiting for this conversation for a while. “I would just fire you,” she shrugged.

“Fire me from Mars,” the incredulous Carson asked.

“We’re ready to start terraforming and Professor Schwartz is the world-leading terraforming expert,” she shrugged dismissively. “He is a world-renowned scientist who it was widely expected would be made my second in command on Mars. He’s already experimenting, he’d be out there right now if it weren’t for that idiot Hermann.”

“So that’s it,” spat Carson, felling the anger rising in him, “you’d sack me for refusing to be your pimp?”

“A crude way to put it Mister Carson,” Dayton said, sitting back down. “But it’s not just that.”

“What is it then,” he asked, irritated as ever by Dayton’s perpetual evasiveness. “Get to the point Tara for fuck sake.”

“Look around you Carson,” she said gesturing at the habitat walls, making her tits bounce invitingly, “we’re on the precipice of something huge. Sheldon has found us Uranium! We’re sitting on top of not just one deposit, but multiple deposits of exportable minerals. Gold for Pete’s sake. Are you so naïve as to not see that being my second makes you the second most powerful person on Mars, and likely one of the richest?”

Carson nodded slowly, absorbing what Dayton was telling him. He’d never considered wealth, and he hadn’t really aspired to it, yet in this moment, sitting across the table from his cum-stained boss, he found himself fantasizing about it. Power, money, influence and women. In short, true freedom.

“Fine Tara, I’ll do it,” he said slowly, and stood to leave. He’d made his concession, he thought, and he had no desire to embellish it with more talk.

“Um Mister Carson,” she said as he was about to leave.

“What…”

“Your clothes? Unless you want to wander the halls naked?” Dayton said sweetly, and Carson felt his face flush with embarrassment. He dressed himself quickly, occasionally looking over at the beautiful, naked blonde who was watching him.

“Christ she’s fucking nuts,” Carson breathed when he finally left Dayton’s office.