Joy

Ramona Wagner was having the time of her life; every day in Greenland she woke up with a smile on her face. Paying her way through school with OnlyFans seemed another lifetime ago. She was working in the field she thrived in, with the best teacher in the biz. She’d been busier because of the North Pole expedition, but otherwise life on station hadn’t changed much for Wagner, besides getting Lyndon Carson out of her hair. Every day she collected samples from the outbuildings, planted crops, seeded experimental lichens and harvested crops.

When she went to her lichen farm, as she always did, she went with a smile of excitement and interest. The way the tiny plants spread in the inhospitable lab conditions thrilled her. She talked to the plants, telling them how well they’d done growing in such a place. She even went there in her off times occasionally, to check on her passion project. She was tired, stiff, sore, and happy. It was a hard tempo, made harder by understaffing, but she loved it all the same. It was an adventure, one that she never expected, yet loved every second of. Plus there was another aspect of the job she happened to be enjoying: the Professor.

They’d been sneaking around together having secret hookups for a few weeks. They didn’t need to be secret, per se, but they’d both found it exciting, and they didn’t really want everyone digging into their private affairs, even if there was no actual reason to hide anything. The professor had tried to be a gentleman, but Wagner wasn’t having it. He’d said that she should be seeing someone closer to her age, that he was a tired old man, that she didn’t need to thank. She tried to explain that it went far beyond their early history, that she was enjoying it, that she wasn’t doing anything out of a sense of obligation. Besides, there were only twelve souls aboard, so options were limited. She wasn’t sure he’d believed her, but she knew in her heart it was true.

She hadn’t told the Professor about her sluttier days before they had joined the mission. She remembered that on day she’d met the Professor she was sore and had barely slept because she had spent the night before letting the dean of sciences fuck her up the ass. She stripped and escorted her way through most of school. It was really just the last year she spent there that she wasn’t a prostitute, and even then, she still stripped and did OnlyFans. She wondered if that was her niche; she could be a space-sex worker. She laughed and tried to focus on her lichens.

She considered telling the Professor about it, but she had hesitated up to this point. She felt self conscious remembering those times, even if she didn’t regret them. Would the Professor actually want to know I fucked his co-workers at the university for money? Would he think it’s hot that I got tag teamed by the valedictorian and his friend or would he think I’m just a whore? Her logical brain told her that Raynor wouldn’t care, but her emotional brain remembered the slut shaming from her estranged parents, the comments section of her OnlyFans, and God only knew how many clients.

“Men,” she said sharply to herself, the echoing slightly in her domed spacesuit helmet, “they’re the ones asking for the nasty shit, but they’re always the ones that call me a whore.” She was sure the Professor didn’t feel that way, but it’s not like the ethics of sex work had come up in casual conversation. The lichen she was checking on was reaching towards the grow lamp by at least a centimeter. This was the most progress she’d seen from any of the carbon-dioxide inhabiting little plants. She smiled and documented the progress.

“The Professor will love you, little guy,” she told the tiny plant, “You’re coming to Mars with us.” She smiled and went to check the next test container. They were not thriving, and half the samples were dead. “Lucky I’m not relying on you guys,” she told the specimens, “or it’s back to the stripper pole for me. Star Whores! Yeah!” She giggled. The door of the testing lab opened with a screech and in walked the Professor, Raynor Schwartz.

“Good morning, Ramona, you’re here early,” he said with a friendly voice over the suit intercom.

“Good morning, Professor, look at these little guys!” She rushed over to the test cabinet to show him the progress.

“This is amazing Ramona. Under test conditions, this plant appears our best terraforming agent so far. We’ll be testing this one on Mars, I guarantee.”

“How are things in the Farm Prof… Raynor,” she asked, trying to use his given name.

“Good good, I collected the beans and the berries already. I think the pollinators are out of balance in the main hall though. Too many beetles. I’ll need to talk to Lyndon about it later, get his opinion.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” she said quietly.

“I agree, but it’s the way things are here. It works out; he can be in charge of the farm, good, it gives me time to focus on the terraformers, and other pleasures,” he said, patting Wagner on the bum through her space suit when he said the last part. She giggled.

“I wish we had more time,” she said, looking into his weary eyes, “for everything.”

“Soon we’ll have nothing but time,” he said with a warm smile, “the trip to Mars alone.”

He was right, the nine-month journey would almost inevitably be boring; they would of course still have a large crop growing for produce, and some of their best lichens growing in sample cases, but there would be no experimental progress on the flight.

“I was planning to head in to log the data, want me to mention the beetles to Lyndon while I’m in there?”

“No, thank you Ramona, but I will only be in here a little while, the crops you see. I just came out to see you,” he said, adding hastily, “and… um, the lichens, of course.”

“No problem, Professor,” she said happily. She gave him a wink, and on the way out the door, she bent over, holding onto the door frame of the airlock like a stripper pole, and smacked her ass. She looked back to see Schwartz smiling and watching her. She gave her ass a wiggle, then straightened up and left. Wagner was smiling as she trudged through the snow to the main habitat. She loved teasing Schwartz, and he clearly enjoyed. It was fun to have a secret they shared. The fact it didn’t have to be a secret at all didn’t matter much; they still didn’t want to get caught if they could avoid it. She wondered about why that was. Maybe the impermanence of their habitat life in Greenland, or maybe it was their former student/professor relationship, but either way, she was having fun.

She entered the habitat through the large airlock and started taking off her suit in the changing room. While she took off the heavy Mars-proof helmet, she heard the shower running on the wall beside her. Space, or more importantly; materials, would be in short supply on Mars, and multipurpose rooms were essential to keep shipment weight down, but it took getting used to. It was convenient anyway since working in a full suit tended to get a person sweating anyway. She stripped off her suit and her sweaty coveralls, and sat on the change room bench, suddenly exhausted. She loved the work, but maybe, she conceded that the extra duty with less hands actually is actually too much to maintain. The shower turned off and Ilsa Kellerman emerged from one of the middle shower stalls drying off her hair.

“Good morning, Ramona… good evening?” She yawned violently.

“Haha, evening Ilsa, good evening,” she responded with a knowing smile. “Night shift getting to you?”

“Yes, I would say so,” she said, patting herself on the face to wake up a bit. Wagner found herself remembering Yvonna from the days she worked as a dancer in Dusseldorf strip club. She was very tall and fit, like Ilsa, with a delicate grace that made her look like she didn’t touch the ground when she walked. Ilsa was much more gruff and utilitarian but seeing her naked touched a memory inside her.

Yvonna ended up been the first woman Wagner had been with. They had been drinking backstage after the club had closed for the night. She didn’t remember who made the first move, but as soon as they started kissing, what clothes they were wearing seemed to fall off, and they had sex right there on the floor. Lesbian porn had been a favorite of hers for a long time, but she hadn’t seriously considered sleeping with a woman before that point. Desire flooded through her. Ilsa finished toweling off and got dressed sleepily. She’d never been one for small talk, and she gave just a simple “have a nice day,” on the way out the door.

Wagner stripped naked and got in the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, and she woke up a little more. She ran her fingers with shampoo through her long red hair, wishing that Ilsa could have read her mind. Wagner heard a clunk of the airlock door shutting. It must be the Professor she thought, peeking through the shower curtain to confirm. She wished he had more time, but she knew he was being torn in three different directions. He deserves a little show at least, she thought, watching him taking off his suit. She opened the shower curtain and then rested her shoulders on the back wall of the shower and started rubbing her soapy tits.

“Oh Ramona, you’re so sexy,” Schwartz said huskily.

“I know you, mmm, don’t have time, so I wanted you to see what you’re missing,” she said softly, sliding her hands down her wet body to her most intimate place. She was wet in more ways than one, and she moaned with pleasure when her fingers found her wet opening. The Professor started hastily undressing. Wagner started rubbing her clit while she watched Schwartz undress. The lusty look in his eyes, the way they followed the curves of her body, filled her with desire. She started to moan softly. She pushed her index finger inside herself.

“Oooo baaaby, come here,” she cooed, come here and fuck me.” He dropped his underwear whilst he walked, making his cock spring to attention. She took the pussy soaked finger and placed it on his tongue when he got close, letting him taste her, then she turned, placing her hands on the wall and stuck her ass towards the Professor with a sexy wiggle. He felt her guide himself to her pussy, then his cock slid easily inside her. His hands held her hips, and he started slow. With each thrust, she let out a little sigh as pleasure coursed through her.

“You’re so fucking good mmmmm,” she moaned, “use me, ahh, use my t-tight little… little pussy.” With each thrust, he went a bit deeper, and a bit harder. Wet slaps of flesh on flesh mixed with her moans.

“Oh fuck! Use me, fuckfuck use meee,” she cried out, pushing back against the cock slamming into her as an orgasm swept through her. “Oh fuckohfuck, cum in me! Cum inside me, fill… fill me!”

“Gaghh, oh fuuuuck,” gasped Schwartz, slamming into her with animalistic urgency. She felt him swell inside her, and as he gasped and moaned, she felt him fill her with pulse after pulse of his hot cum. His hands gripped her waist so hard she thought it might bruise. She stepped away and turned, letting his penis slide out of her, and she felt a stream of his cum run down her inner thigh. She kissed him deeply, then she looked at him with a faux-serious expression.

“Professor, you’d better hurry and tell Mister Carson about the beetles,” she said, with a pouty expression. He smiled, still gasping from exertion and afterglow. He smiled and kissed her again, then stepped out of the shower to get dressed. No sooner had they parted did Kellerman, walk back in.

“Oh, hello, I ah, forgot my towel, ah, here it is,” Kellerman stuttered awkwardly. She collected the damp towel by the shower she’d used, and left, a slight glow on her cheeks.

“Do, do you think she noticed” whispered Schwartz once the door shut. Wagner strode back over to him and gave him a long, soft kiss, then broke away and looked herself over in the mirror. She was flushed, her long red hair hung messily across her breasts, and Schwartz’s semen was running down her leg. She giggled.

“Yes, I ah, I think she’s very observant. She’s not a gossip though, I think our little game is safe with her,” she said.

“It’s not a big deal anyways, I don’t see why we should hide this anymore.”

“We don’t need to but… it’s fun,” she pressed her body up against his, feeling the warmth of his skin, and she whispered in his ear, “I also like getting caught.” Schwartz warm, rough hand slid up her body to her breast, tweaking her nipple a little. “Especially by Ilsa.”

“Does Ilsa excite you,” he whispered, his other hand sliding down her abdomen. She leaned back against the wall, while his index finger slid down her cum soaked pussy and slid inside her. She moaned in his ear.

“Mmmm, yeeessss.”

Schwartz applied pressure on her clit with his palm and his middle finger worked inside her, instantly finding her g-spot.

“Would you want her to join us if she did,” he asked, watching her face intently.

“Y-yessss, oh fuck ohhhh,” she moaned, clenching down on his fingers and almost collapsing to the floor with pleasure. He kissed her again, and slid his fingers out of her, soaked in their combined cum. Wagner shivered with pleasure. Her legs were weak, she could barely stand. She knew the Professor had to get going, he was probably already late, but she in that moment could have spent all day in this room, or in a bed, with him. She’d do anything for him or let her do anything to her.

“I must go,” he said, giving her a long, soft kiss. “I will see you later, yes?”

“Yes.”