Jonas's friend Fred had a little 'accident' with one of the Young Colonists and is now concerned... and it's a risk to you, too

Without further adieu, once he's sure you are out of earshot, Fred shows Jonas what he's worried about on his computer pad. Little does he realize you can overhear everything with ease, and by using your wrist communicator's illegal wireless sniffer, you are able to break into the guy's poorly-secured device in less than 10 seconds, letting you see what he's showing Jonas as he sets a video recording to play.

In the video is another of the girls from the same sorority going around in those skimpy scout-themed costumes with their tan berets, sashes and skirts, selling overpriced health food for 'charity'. It seems like Blake was far from the only one to choose the particular methods of saleswomanship she did.

A hairy, stocky pair of male legs is visible sitting on the couch in a brightly decorated living room, pants hastily discarded on the floor. Though his face isn't visible, they clearly belong to Fred... as do the thick rock-hard cock and tensed-up set of balls, although the turgid shaft of the former is only intermittently visible, on account of the particular marketing method chosen by the cute freshman girl enthusiastically riding it, reverse cowgirl style.

Another one of the students from Blake's sorority engaging in their lucrative racket. You can see the rubber ring of a condom around the base of Fred's cock... it gives you a thrill as your realize what's about to happen to her as a result of your actions. What has already happened to her.

This particular 'Young Colonists' charity salesgirl is quite cute, too. A slender, petite black girl with long, glossy hair spilling out from under her tan beret, her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth open as she gasps and moans coquettishly at the feel of the manhood stretching out her hairless brown cuntlips. In the heat of the moment it seems she's barely removed any of her outfit.

She's wearing white sneakers and knee-socks, balancing her feet on the man's thighs and pushing back against his chest with her hands. To help her move up and down, his hands are gripping her waist. Her tan skirt is rucked up around her hips, and unlike Blake, she's wearing a more loose-fitting blouse under her organization's tan sash... maybe because she doesn't seem to have much in the way of breasts to show off. But Fred doesn't seem at all bothered... it is clearly visible by the way his hands are desperately squeezing her tummy and roughly bouncing the young woman up and down faster and faster on his cock that he's reaching his limit. "Oh yes, Mister! I'm almost there, I'm about to cum on your big cock!" the girl squeals excitably.

Suddenly the camera turns around a little bit, and another cute girl wearing a tan beret makes a silly face for it, struggling to suppress a fit of the giggles. This pale waif has brown pigtails and a prominent overbite, giving her an awkward, geeky kind of charm. After just a moment the camera turns back to focus on the lithe ebony vixen sliding her tight pussy up and down on the shaft of the man of the house. When she opens her eyes she seems like she notices and sits down hard on Fred's lap, dropping her sneakered feet to the floor to take his cock inside her down to the base, nestling her labia against his family jewels. "Daphne!!" she pants in an annoyed voice. "Are you recording this?! What the heck?"

"No, no," a feminine voice comes from off camera. "Of course not, Terri. I'm just checking our soliciting route. Seeing you riding that big dick is making me jealous and I'm trying to find another likely customer whose wife will be out for the day, hee hee~"

A strangled, **** sounding groan can be heard from behind Terri as the flabby, hairy thighs of the man whose lap she's been bouncing on start to shudder. She reaches down and flicks her index finger rapidly over her clit as she gyrates her hips from side to side against his, rubbing her ass against his hips. "AHhhhh!" she yelps as she reaches her climax, dribbling all over Fred. That seems to put him over the edge as well, as Fred's hairy balls squeezed up against Terri's pussy mound can be seen tensing up and a belly-deep groan of relief comes from behind her.

Terri runs her fingers over the man's balls with a feminine coo. Even if she claimed to be upset at the thought her friend was recording her, she flashes a cute smirk and waves as she leans back against her 'satisfied customer'. "Mmm, did feeling me cumming all over your big dick make you cum too, sir? I'm glad you won't be complaining about the 'accidental overpayment' you're about to make~". Fred's response is to mutter dreamily and slide his hands clumsily up Terri's svelte body and paw at her chest.

When Terri daintily stands up off his lap, she yawns. "It's hard work doing charity, huh? I know we're supposed to be competing, but I think I'll let you handle the next special donor, Daphne." Off-screen, the other Young Colonists salesgirl takes a sharp intake of breath and giggles nervously.

Terri looks awkwardly behind her, and widens her toothy grin, starting to laugh as well. "W..what is it? What's wrong?" What the camera and 'Daphne' can see, but Terri doesn't, is that Fred's deflating cock is poking through the tip of the condom he has on. As his hands release the lovely lass who'd been in his lap, Fred reaches down to stroke himself, and flinches when he feels that the condom broke. "Uh... uh oh." he says in an awkward voice.

Daphne, off-screen, can't stop herself from giggling softly. "Hee hee... that looks kind of hot. I think the dirty holograms call that a 'cream pie'. Told ya you shouldn't try to put the condom on while wearing your nail extensions, Terri."

Mind still clouded by her orgasm, the girl on screen just blinks and gapes at what her friend said. But then, her knees and thighs start to quiver and she gasps in shock. As she looks down, a sticky glob of cum starts oozing out from her smooth chocolatey labial lips. Thanks to the color contrast, that white goo collecting along the length of her slit really stands out.

Terri's eyes go wide and she lets out a nervous squeal, throwing her hands up. A globule of semen falls down and lands on the toe of one of her sneakers. She looks over her shoulder. "What the hell, mister?! How could you not feel that it broke? Why didn't you say somethiiiiing? Ohmigawd! Where's the bathroom? I have to get it out of meeee~!"

Seemingly unsympathetic to her plight, the other sorority salesgirl just keeps giggling, following Terri with the camera as she does an awkward bow-legged walk to the suburban home's restroom. With that, the recording ends.

"Wow." Jonas says. "I was wondering if those 'Young Colonist' snack salesgirls were giving you the same propositions they were giving me, or if you were just too thick-headed to understand what they're really offering with those adorable euphemisms they use. Normally I'd be inclined to give you a punch for making me look at you with your pants off, Fred, but considering how cute that girl was, I'll let it slide. And you'd always told me you didn't put cream in your black coffee."

"Don't joke about this, Jonas. This is serious." The stout man in the sweater-vest crinkles his brow. There's a hunted look in his eyes.

"Hmm." Jonas seems to be thinking about something. "Ahh, let me guess, that other girl, the one who accidentally nudged the record function of her comm-pad, is threatening you for some extra tips with this video? I wouldn't worry about it. It's already common knowledge that those charity girls are offering more than overpriced sugar lumps with oats mixed in when they come to your door and the wife's not around. How do you think they paid for a whole new hospital on Omega Rho Prime in just 5 years? The church looks the other way on purpose, because hey, it's for a good cause, right?"

"No, no, you don't-" Fred begins to mumble, but Jonas cuts him off, resting a jocular hand on his shoulder. "And it stops guys whose thoughts are wandering from traveling to sleazy pleasure planets and adding to the sin of occasional infidelity with other, equally bad sins like ****, recreational genemods and heavy metal music." He gives the kind of it's-all-under-control-baby smirk dripping with poise that would make a used car salesman jealous. "If that mischievous brat releases that video, the church will squash it before it reaches many people. They're always on the lookout for troublemakers trying to air somebody's dirty laundry. C'mon, you've lived here for longer than I have, you should know that much. But she won't release it, because she'd get kicked out of the sorority. She's bluffing you, pal."

Damn, you think to yourself. It's a good thing this guy didn't try to talk his way into your panties while you were on the flight over. You suspect he has some of the same upgrades you do.

Or perhaps not, as Fred shakes his head and pushes him away, holding up the computer pad and scrolling. "That's just it! It's already out there! I have an AI web-scraper looking for things having to do with my home business, and it picked this up in a private forum that it backdoored its way into." Highlighted on his device is a forum with a garish background covered in sparkles, lipstick marks and the like. The post reads:

'[posted 46 hours ago by DAPHODIL] omg! condom just broke on my bestie while she was takin care of business! i bet shes going to be prayin xxxtra hard next sunday that her next period comes :p LOL... she rode that dick like a total pornstar tho, don't you think? I was jealous till the end~'

'[edited 37 minutes ago]edit: ffs you guys i didnt post this to be mean to her or anything, you know I love Ter! :) just to show theres no hard feelings im gonna post a video of me to make it even. hey angie_loo42, ur hot brother is still at home all day tryin to find a new job right? since he is hard up (lol) for money im gonna give him a big discount on my special offer. if that would be too weird lmk and ill call it off. WOOPS too late im already outside his door while im typing this >:)'

'[edited 5 minutes ago] EDIT 2: WTF!!! THE CONDOM I USED BROKE TOO!! what are the odds? xD stay safe out there girls, dont keep the rubbers in the same bag as your pencils and other sharp pointy stuff!!! but fr, if you bitches have been poking holes in condoms as hazing for us freshies or smth, you need to stop, that's pretty fucked up, lol! actually not lol, we could seriously get pregnant from this >.

heres the video btw, it was still pretty hot~'

Under that you see the first few seconds of another video clip, with the geeky pigtailed girl pushing a handsome and rather surprised-looking asian guy down onto a couch and giggling as she pulls his sweater vest and shirt off. Unfortunately you can't see much of the clip, as the guy holding the datapad scrolls past it before it gets to the good part.

'[posted 22 minutes ago by angie_loo42] omfg!!! dont u dare daphodil! if you play games with my big bro's heart u are TOTALLY uninvited from my spring break vaycay! [edited 2 minutes ago] DAPH!! U DUMB SLUT!! i cant fking believe you! im gonna get you back for this!!'

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"Wow, huh." Fred says, looking at it himself. "Those last posts weren't here a minute ago when I opened the browser... oh, damn, that means more students are going to see it! Oh, Jonas...! What if this gets around to my wife? I think my face was visible for a second there... but even if she doesn't watch long enough to see my face and she doesn't recognize my, uh, thing, she'll sure as hell recognize her own living room! You solve problems like this as part of your job description don't you?"

"Hmmm." Jonas nods sagely but still can't wipe the smirk off his face. "Yeah, I'm not sure Sally would be happy seeing you with some 18 year old bouncing on your ding-a-ling. But isn't it even more of a problem that the condom broke? The last time one came to me to 'make a sale' it took a little convincing before a Young Colonist was willing to let me go further than a harmless little blowjob. They're St. Vivian students, so none of them are on any birth control."

Fred's eyes open wider and he gets a nervous, sheepish grin on his face and wipes the back of his neck. "Oh, uhh, yeah... come to think of it, I never did look into whether that expensive fertility enhancement injection I got way back when Sally and I were trying to start a family was permanent or not. We were really careful in bed even before she pushed the twin beds apart for good a few years ago. But I mean... I figure she'd get it taken care of, right? God forgive me but if my Andie got herself in that kind of trouble, I'd pay for her to take a trip to a station with less strict laws about that kind of thing."

A sudden look of concern crosses Jonas's face. It might be too subtle for most people but you zoom in and tell that he is deeply concerned about something before he returns to his placid smile. "Uh... you didn't read the charter for Saint Vivian real carefully before you paid Andrea's tuition, did you?"

"No... what does that have to do with anything?" Sure enough, this guy seems a bit slow on the uptake. It takes several seconds for it to dawn on him. "Oh... Oh void! Uh, pardon my language." He glances over his shoulder at you in the distance as if more worried you overheard that 'unholy' swear word than his anecdote about potentially knocking up a Young Colonist who came to his house selling granola. "Hey, like I said, Jon - you gotta do me this solid. Get that video taken down. Track down that girl and convince her, or hack the forum, or... whatever it takes!"

The mirth and casual good vibes have been gradually draining from Jonas's face, and now they die. He purses his lips and shakes his head. "No can do, Fred. I can't afford to get mixed up in this. I've got my reasons. Besides, I've known Sally as long as I've known you. I have to stay neutral here. I won't tell her, but I'm not going to help clean up your sticky mess. You'll just have to hope those girls are sensible enough to schedule their 'sales routes' on safe days." He thumbs his chin. "Why did you trust one of those ditzy girls to handle the birth control, anyway? You should've used a rubber you were sure had been properly maintained."

Shaking his head with a sigh the stocky man next to Jonas wipes the sweat from his brow again. "New law passed just last year while you were away... some women complained their husbands weren't giving them as many kids as they wanted or suspected them of cheating, so now, only married women are allowed to buy condoms. I mean, guilty as charged there I guess, but it's still unfair. As if husbands are the only ones who ever wander from the marital bed! And what was I supposed to do when some gorgeous young thing started flashing her panties and putting her hand down my trousers? I'm only human, for goodness sake!"

Outwardly you continue smiling, but inwardly you're gritting your teeth. Damn it... you didn't count on one of those sorority girls being such a blithe spirit that she'd be happy to post recorded evidence of multiple condoms from your delivery failing while the cum was still warm.

Terri... that name sounds familiar. You pull up your score list. Although you've never met either of those girls in the recordings, you flick to the side and check your newly created category of 'impregnation assists': your rubber-embrittling nanites dissolved into a trace chemical that was absorbed into the body. It was harmless, but persisted for several weeks. At first you'd thought it was a potential flaw, but now you think the risk is worth being able to trace your handiwork.

As of now, your score is listing 26 "potential" impregnation assists, meaning that their routine morning medical scan noted the unusual presence of that foreign organic compound, meaning that they'd been exposed to one of the condoms rigged to break... modern medical computers take a note of even the most innocuous chemical additives and compounds just in case it turns out to be important. Sure enough, there is a 'Terri' on the list. How guilty should you feel that another of those cutesy charity organization girls is going to be stumbling through the hallways with a swollen belly, reminded of the fact that it started as a way to make extra snack food sales every time she feels a little kick inside her? On the one hand, Terri will have a better chance at getting the father to take responsibility. But on the other hand, you might've just broken up a decades-long marriage.

Actually, forget about that - if you should feel guilty about anything, it's that that nubile Young Colonist ended up mingling her genes with sperm from a homely guy like this instead of a goddess like you. And this 'Fred' character has the same enhancements - or at least, the legal ones? Considering that the Milky Way Church frowns on childless couples and male infertility is a common side effect of long-term space station living, there might be more than a few undeserving men with unnaturally potent cum here in St. Applegate... on most colonies or habitats, men would see having a low sperm count as a benefit to let them chase women with less risk, or opt for in-vitro treatment instead of a costly and permanent gene-mod... but the Church is against in-vitro due to embryos getting discarded or something, so it seems they insist on making sure married couples can get it done the old fashioned way, even if it necessitates use of the genetechnology they're otherwise wary of.

'Oh well,', you whisper to yourself, 'if a good chunk of the rash of pregnancy bumps starting to show in the next few months is due to unimpressive men who should've stayed as genetic dead ends getting their hands on the students, that just means all the little Amandas will be even better looking by comparison.'

Nice as it is to have another video to add to your collection even if you aren't in it, that makes it all the more likely that attention will be drawn. You'd been hoping for at least one more day before the problem got out in the open. The only silver lining is that it looks like you were right in predicting that there will be plenty of locals sharing the blame for a wave of scandalous pregnancies at the academy.

Jonas walks over to you. "Well, my friend here is having a... family problem. He won't be joining us. So, the pot won't be quite as sweet... but I'm sure it will still be to your liking, especially if any of the other guests I invited show up."

You put on your most conspiratorial smirk and lean closer to him, surprising him as your boobs push up against his chest. "Actually, I overheard. I may have forgotten to mention I have a cutting-edge sensory upgrade. Also, your friend there tends to talk loudly when he's nervous... and a bad habit of holding his com-pad with the screen facing out."

"Now, now, Fred is a friend of mine..." Jonas says, gently pushing you away. But you pull him closer. "Oh, you've got me all wrong, I wouldn't want to cause him any trouble. On the contrary, I'd consider it a biiiig favor to me if you could go ahead and pull those videos off the local net and get that forum closed down for a day or two."

"Huh?" Jonas seems taken aback by that. "Why do you care? You're not from here. Believe me, I checked... that's why I hired you, and invited you out to this little outing." he says cryptically.

You rack your brain for an acceptable excuse. Nothing particularly plausible leaps to mind. Just as you're trying to think, something terribly distracting happens.

Another of those little hovering golf carts shows up, and two young women step out. And oh, what a sight they are. The first is a tall blonde with shoulder length hair with a sweet face, smiling as she pulls on a pair of white gloves. She's wearing a very snug argyle-patterned crop top that shows off a pair of breasts just large enough to produce some enticing cleavage. Her crop-top is so short that it doesn't show off just her navel, but her entire flat, firm midriff. Below that is a pleated white microskirt barely covers her panties, let alone her bare legs. Adjusting the sun visor on her head, she seems to be looking right at you with interest as if she expected you to be here.

After her is a friend in even more daring attire. A 5'3" woman with asian features and her black hair tied back in a ponytail, she is wearing an orange babydoll tee-shirt that hugs her petite figure. Although her breasts are definitely on the small side, your mind stops thinking about practical matters to muse that you'd like to give them a squeeze and a lick all the same... but under that, your eyes widen at the rest of her choice of attire... the asian girl isn't even wearing a skirt, and has only a pair of snug black bikini bottoms, giving anyone who looks a clear view of the inviting crease between her thighs. Like her friend, she's pulling on a pair of white gloves, and wearing a white baseball cap to keep the (artificial) sun out of her eyes. Unlike the blonde, the shorter girl has a somewhat stern, serious expression on her face in stark contrast to her attire making her look like she dressed half for golf, half for skinny-dipping.

"Ah... Hello Caitlyn, hello Belinda. Glad you could make it." Jonas says. "As you can see, Amanda, I invited a couple of recent graduates who just got home from a prestigious business program, so I can give them some 'tips'... and Caitlyn in particular was very interested in meeting a successful entrepreneur with your particular... success story." he says with a meaningful smirk. "Whatever you're concerned about, surely it can wait?"

You gulp. "Yes, I - that is... I'd really love to go ahead with things like this. But could you please, just...?"

Jonas leans back on one foot, glancing back at the beautiful new arrivals, then back to you. A wide toothy smirk appears on his face. "Ah... I never could say to no to a pretty face, Amanda. Are you okay with agreeing to do me a favor in return? Even if it's a little... delicate?"

YES YES YES YES your mind is screaming as you look at Caitlyn bending over at the waist to get her golf clubs, showing off her white cotton panties hugging her perfect apple of an ass. "I'll do my best, whatever it is." you say.

You get the feeling that Jonas was planning on springing something on you all along, because he looks very pleased with himself. "Alright." he grabs Fred by the shoulder and tells him something. The balding man looks quite relieved by whatever was whispered to him. "Thank you. thank you, I can't thank you enough for this Jon." he has a look of lingering regret as his eyes rove over the beautiful new arrivals, while Belinda, the asian girl, gives him a mildly disgusted sneer as his eyes rove over her.

"Well, I should uh, take care of some business back home. Sorry to cancel out on you like this, ladies, so as an apology, I'll go ahead and put the fun money that I was planning on betting today into the pot, for whoever wins." Fred says hastily. "If you want to schedule a game some other time, I'd, uhh, love to pitch a few partnership ideas to you now that I'm getting my own business off the ground."

"Fred," Jonas says in a friendly but gently chiding voice, "...considering, don't you think you should settle down and keep your nose to the grindstone for a few months? Including cancelling that little 'bowling night' you're always offering to treat your daughter and her friends to, that Andie tends to dip out of whenever her boyfriend has a free evening, leaving you to, ahem, give the others a ride back home after cleaning you out of however much you brought to wager?"

Looking caught for a moment, Fred smiles and waves nervously, glancing guiltily over his shoulder. "What? Ahhhh, no, I can't be letting my dear Andie and her friends go out unchaperoned. And Andie doesn't have a boyfriend, that's surely just a rumor." he says, insincerity dripping from his voice. "Let's not hasty, alright? Uh, I'll be heading out now. See you soon," he chuckles awkwardly as he gets back in his shuttle and drives off.

You suppress a snicker and roll your eyes - some people never learn. What a scumbag... ah well, it isn't as if you're one to talk. If another schoolgirl or two ends up carrying around something big and round that isn't a bowling ball on account of that philandering oaf, you'll be partly responsible. All the better to keep the heat off of you.

"Alright then." Jonas says. "Go ahead and introduce yourselves, ladies." he puts his hand on a keypad and the sealed doors slide open, allowing the lights to come on in the space beyond the threshhold. "I hate to take you by surprise, Miss Amanda, or you, Belinda, but Caitlyn had an... idea about how to make things very interesting, which I couldn't just say no to without letting her pitch it to you first."

Belinda, the petite asian girl, is looking at her friend with a suspicious and slightly annoyed expression. "What? Why didn't you say anything about this on the way over, Caitlyn? I practiced for normal golf, not something with special rules."

"Oh," the blonde says, "but I think our, heehee, successful businessman and dashing space captain will be inclined to some very daring wagers this way..." you notice her eyes keep flicking down to the short-shorts you're wearing with a mischievous look in her eye.