Jeanette and Belinda get to see an example of what you'd been getting up to when you were contracted for your trip to this station

"You see, Amanda, I'm quite aware you're a futa. Don't worry, I haven't been stalking you or something," the fixer laying in the hospital bed says with a chuckle. "That station we departed from was the first I'd seen of you. But I didn't just pick you for your good looks, your fast ship, or your discretion either." he chuckles again, then coughs with some of the blood that's still dripping in the back of his throat. "DEFINITELY not your discretion. You see, I asked the security chief, a good buddy of mine, if there were any 'irresponsible, trouble-making futas' on the station. He pointed me in the direction of a few incidents, I did a little digging... and oh, what I found!"

You feel awkward as Jonas begins to play the tape. Unfortunately, even though it's been more than a few days now, you do indeed recognize the adorable asian girl doing a a sexy dance in a VIP room of a club - Asami Hatsune.

She is dressed more modestly than you might expect for a stripper - it's one of those clubs that doesn't wear its true nature on its sleeve, and has girls dressed in a way that is 'cute' rather than overtly erotic. Technically, you think it called itself a 'Hostess club' rather than a strip club. It was one of those places that tended to recruit young women who didn't know quite what they were getting in for, and only introduced them to how much extra they could make by offering customers a 'private dance' after they were already comfortable working there, often even making them think it was their own idea.

In the video, Asami is wearing an extremely snug-fitting powder blue tank-top (with no bra, of course) and a pleated black miniskirt. Her boobs are a little on the small size but still have a nice little bounce to them as she dances. She doesn't stop at shaking her nubile body, but sidles onto the lap of a patron and gyrates her full, bouncy ass against their lap. As she does, the long, sky-blue twin tails she has her hair done up in sway hypnotically. And soon enough, she is standing back up and peeling off her panties, blushing furiously the whole time.

"Come on," a sultry feminine voice in the video says, following a 'zzzzzip' of a flight suit's crotch being opened up. "Just for a few minutes... I promise, I'll give you the biggest tip you've gotten this month."

"I don't know..." Asami says unsteadily, though she's clearly flushing and the high-quality hologram shows her fingering herself. "I thought you were a normal woman at first. Um, do you have a condom we can use?"

"No, but don't worry about it." her patron says. "I'd rather see you swallow, anyway. I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to finish me off with your mouth. Now climb up here."

After a little more hemming and hawing, running up the meter so she gets more credits out of the deal, Asami is gasping and squeaking cutely as she eases her tight pussy down onto the customer's hard, girthy cock. The futanari customer is so excited that her balls are tensed up, exposing her dribbling cunt as well.

Of course, you recognize that cock, that pussy, and those balls, since they're a part of you.

In the video, Asami's skirt is hiked up around her waist as she picks up the pace, riding your futa flagpole eagerly. The one tattoo that she's gotten so far, a red '01' on her left ass cheek, is quite visible as her juicy ass jiggles with each impact against your lap. Thanks to your thumbs, she soon loses all thought of hopping off and within five minutes she's moaning about how she's cumming.

That seems to have been a cue, as a soft grunt escapes the lips of the recorded instance of yourself. It doesn't call much attention to herself, but Asami soon stiffens up and looks back over her shoulder. Thanks to the VIP room's mirror, when she pulls halfway off of your cock, she can see that her continued bouncing motions have been causing a ring of gooey white jizz to begin seeping out of the edges of the thick shaft embedded in her. When she sees that she hops off immediately.

"Hey! NO!" she pops a squat and starts digging two fingers into her well-fucked pussy, digging out as much of the fertile seed as she can. "That was totally against the rules!"

"Huh? I don't remember you saying anything about that" you-on-the-recording says innocently. "If you weren't supposed to have sex without a rubber, weren't you breaking rules too?"

Asami harangues you for a few more minutes, after which you challenge her to go get the manager if it's such a big problem. Unfortunately, that's exactly what she does, and the recording ends with a burly cyber-enhanced bouncer dragging you out of the VIP room roughly by your hair.

....

"Um..." you say awkwardly. "First of all, Mr. Ranton, let me say that's quite a breach of my privacy. And Asami's, to illicitly download a thing like that from their security footage-"

"Oh," Jonas says smugly, "Perish the thought, Captain Taffers. I bought it. That particular hostess club holds onto recordings of customers going too far with their girls for **** purposes. Lot of shady things going on on that station." he pauses for effect and smirks at you before glancing at his sister, who's blushing furiously and staring agape.

"Now," Jonas continues, "this next one, I'm sure you'll accuse me of illicitly downloading as well. But, as the quantum stamp will show, it was recorded by my own device after I was already on board. You must've gotten so excited that you forgot you'd already given me boarding privileges on the ship's computer. I'd been waiting to ask you a question about why our departure had been delayed, but since I saw how you 'worked it out' with that dock technician, I decided not to bother you and considered the live show an un-advertised amenity for the trip..."

You frown as the next video comes up showing you the day of your departure.

....

In the video, you're standing in the engine room of your ship, hands on your hips. Jonas was clearly there too, though he's out of frame, as he was recording you surreptitiously.

Standing in front of you in the video is a tan, dark-haired woman. Even without makeup she's a natural beauty, with strong cheekbones and a flinty, no-nonsense gaze behind the orange safety goggles she's wearing. The drab mechanic's jumpsuit she has on has had the top undone - her legs are still covered, but her gorgeous upper body is on display... showing off her firm midriff accentuated by a glimmering navel ring. Even more impossible to look away from than her beach-worthy midriff is a pair of tits that can almost equal your own in size and bounciness, tucked into a revealing orange bikini that allows both her firm nipples to clearly poke through.

The mechanic you'd hired to tune up your ship before departure, of course. She pulls off one of her with gloves with her teeth sensually.

"Wow. I don't care if it violates any safety regulations - you can work like that any time." your voice in the recording says flirtatiously.

"Pffft.... it's not for your benefit." the mechanic says brusquely. "It just gets hot in here arc-welding. And I'm going to have to delay getting yours out of the shop by a day or two. I've just got a call for a rush order and you're not paying me enough to be at the top of my queue."

"Aw, but I have a passenger already docked and waiting to depart. Every day delay means I might lose him." you say. "That's a little unprofessional, don't you think?"

The mechanic tosses her silky dark-brown hair and juts her chin defiantly. "Yeah, so what? What are you going to do, write me a bad review online?"

"Mmm... A lot of people would." you say. "You don't sound very worried about it."

The striking hispanic babe leans casually against one of the bulkheads. "You're not gonna."

"Oh?" you-in-the-recording says in a playful tone of voice. "What makes you so sure?"

The mechanic's stony expression becomes a smirk, and she slides her hand down beneath the waistband of her legging, stroking herself and sensually posing. "Because you're doing a terrible job of hiding that length of pipe you're smuggling between your legs, and my high-priority client isn't expecting me in hangar bay 7 for another 20 minutes."

...

10 minutes later her jumpsuit is laying discarded on the floor and her safety goggles are fogged up as you kiss her lasciviously, playing with her breasts in your hands while she does the same with yours. Her booted feet are resting on your shoulders and the maintenance corridor is filled with the sound of slapping skin as your hips clap against her butt again and again. Rather than passionate ecstasy, her expression is a faint, confident smirk as she grips your ass with her hands and urges you deeper into her.

"Oh fuck..." you moan breathlessly as you keep pounding down into her. "Now this is... more like the kind of service I had in mind! Ohhh yes! Your pussy is tightening around me like a vice-grip!"

"Mmmf! Unh! Yeah... I could... mff.... tell you needed an oil change down there." her hand slides down to cradle your nuts, allowing her to slip a middle finger up your own slick passage in the process.

"Shit! Yes! I've got a load of hot oil for you!" recording-you gasps, tossing your head and letting sweaty strands of neon red hair dangle down in the tomboyish mechanic's face.

"Yeah, I can tell. I want to swallow it." the cocky mechanic (getting her fill of futa cock) says confidently.

You pick up the pace in thrusting... and then bury yourself deep in her hot cunt, grinding against her with a side-to-side motion in a way that finally gets a breathy gasp of pleasure out of her. And as if that was your cue, you toss your head back and start moaning sensually.

The sexy mechanic's face twitches ever so slightly and she suddenly grabs your shoulders. "Hey," she says, glancing down, "you remember that you need to pull out, right?"

You have stopped moving so quickly, and are panting and gasping. "Ummm... oh.... uh, I got a little lost in the moment. I think I might've been a little late..."

Sure enough, as your cock withdraws from her, a thick, gooey white strand stretches from the cockhead to the mechanic's dewy labial lips. One final small pulse of cum squirts out of the tip of your glans and lands near her navel.

"Aw, dammit." the mechanic says in a flat, exasperated tone of voice as she looks down at the pearly white cream starting to dribble out of her pussy as she lays there, still with her hips rolled back and her legs up in the air. "I knew I should've gone and got a condom. You fuckin' futas have the worst pull-out game in the galaxy, I swear."

"Sorry... you were squeezing me too tight." you say apologetically (a tone which may not be that convincing in context of that last recording).

"Well?" the mechanic girl says, giving you a light kick in the shoulder with the heel of her boot. "What are you waiting for? Get in there and lick it out. My co-workers would never let me live it down if they heard that I got pregnant by a customer."

....

Back in the present, you nervously glance around. Jeanette has a hand over her mouth and is bending over and leaning forward in an attempt to conceal the boner this has been giving her. Belinda, meanwhile, is contemptuously rolling her eyes. She doesn't look happy, but she doesn't look surprised either. "Hmph. I should have known better. I should've known Caitlyn would pick someone like this."

Belinda goes to the door. "Jonas, if your goal here was to make me want to walk out - consider your mission accomplished. Thank you for answering the question of whether I should tell my parents whose it is if my belly starts growing in a few months. Don't worry, Captain - I'll do you your little favor. And in exchange, you promise NOT to ever tell them about the golf game."

"Does that mean there's no chance of me 'playing the hazard' again in a rematch?" you say insolently.

"I didn't say that-" Belinda catches herself and blushes, then shakes her fist at you. "I mean, shut up! You're in my debt now! If I call you back here for t-that, or for any other favor, I expect you to make a beeline for St. Applegate!" she says in a flustered voice as she pushes her way out of the room and slams the door.