Pamala’s Mission

Pamala Sheldon walked slowly along George Street, through the messy slush. The wind and snow whipped around her as she trudged down the icy streets. The slush squelched and the wind tugged at her short skirt. She wished she had picked something more practical.

Not that she usually minded the cold. Hailing from Edmonton, Alberta, she was used to Canadian winters but still, she shivered in the damp Atlantic wind. This wet cold she found in St John’s Newfoundland bit into her bones. She was impatient. Unlike the European group, she was always going to be a week late, but she resented this extra meeting all the same, useful as it may turn out to be.

The restaurant was dim with a low ceiling. She told the hostess the reservation name, Pam Walsh, and was taken to a dark corner booth. Sheldon had been in town a week and picked the spot for this meeting. She fixed her short brown hair, removed her long coat and unruffled her silky black shirt and matching skirt. She caught her reflection on a wall mirror. She looked good she thought, catching a glimpse of her cleavage.

“Hi here, welcome. Can I get you a drink while you wait,” asked the waiter

“Love one, make it two glasses of merlot, one for my friend,” said Sheldon, admiring the man in front of her. He was tall and looked like a regular at the gym. I’ve been scouting out the seats, when I should have been scouting him out, she thought when the waiter left. The past week had been boring, tense and unnecessary; a bed warmer would have lightened the mood.

A man in a suit and tie walked into the restaurant, snow blowing in behind him. He stopped to talk to the hostess and Sheldon saw the hostess direct him toward her. He was middle aged, hair greying at the temples, and had sharp grey eyes that seemed to look right through her.

“You must be Miss Walsh,” the man said, extending his hand to her.

“I am, and you’re…” she trailed off, rising to taking his hand in hers.

“Joe, you can call me Joe. I work for the company, as you know.” The two sat and the waiter brought their glasses of wine.

“To Mars,” said Joe, offering a toast which ‘Miss Walsh’ accepted. She noticed his eyes kept falling upon her cleavage.

“Are you excited for the trip? Greenland… it’ll be a hellava time,” inquired Joe.

“I’ve been to Greenland. It’s nice and all but yeah, a time, that’s one way to put it.”

“Do you have concerns Miss Walsh?” His eyes fixed on her, like he was staring into her soul.

“Boredom mostly. That ice box ain’t Mars, and I’m going as a glorified machine minder,” she said, grimacing somewhat. She would be running the remote mining equipment, but she disliked the automation; she’d rather drive them by hand.

“No no no Miss Walsh, you’re so much more important than that. You’ll be mining yes, but you are representing our interests on Mars, you need to integrate yourself now, take this opportunity. Earn their trust.” When Joe put her mission that way, she felt less comfortable about it. Like she was a spy.

But she was a spy.

“I get it, we need someone to ensure the company has its interests represented on Mars, I do. But why not the Mission Commander? From what I hear she’s one single minded broad,” she asked. A discomfort about her role that she hadn’t felt before was creeping into her. The closer the mission came the more unease she felt.

“We need redundancy. The investment is such that to lose it to… others, would be unacceptable,” Joe said smoothly. Sheldon found something strangely alluring about this man. And deeply untrustworthy.

“OK so I already know my mission, why the secrecy? The delay? Isn’t it more suspicious that I’m arriving late for no reason?” She took a big swig of wine.

“Indeed but we felt this meeting was worth the risk,” he said. His voice was hard to place, suave and manipulative, yet calming. He also clearly knew more than he’d tell her.

“Why?”

“Well, you know you are to be assigned a handler, so to speak. Someone to receive and process the information you send. I am that handler. Everything you send about your mission from here on, will be only through me. You’ll add my contact to your intercom, and you’ll be able to send me encrypted messages.”

“Oh… Oh I see. I thought I wasn’t to be assigned a handler until…”

“Yes yes, that plan has changed,” he said brusquely, cutting her off. “Greenland, it’s been decided, is important enough we need access to you now, training mission or no. You brought your intercom? Pass it to me.” She handed him her intercom, a phone setup to work in the Martian colony.

“Here you go, my password is…”

“Six-Nine-Six-Nine, I know. Nice.”

A sinking feeling sat in the pit of her stomach. How did he know that? If he knew that then what else did he know, she wondered. She gulped down the last of her wine and waved to the waitress for more.

“There you go, I’m in your contacts as ‘Joe.’ Give that number to no one, surrender this intercom to no one. I can’t understate the danger you’re in, so hear me well,” Joe said severely.

“Define danger, I know space travel is risky, we’re colonizing Mars! How much more danger do you think there could be?”

“Well,” Joe said slowly, “we wouldn’t want notions of an independent Mars, would we? Think all of em, and all those that will follow won’t think of it? We need you to ensure that doesn’t happen Pamala. The mineral exports alone. There’s a lot of capital in this venture and it won’t be stopped.”

The implication was clear, she’d be expected to stop any act of independence, and if she got found out as a spy… She shuddered at the implication. Pamala Sheldon suddenly felt like a very small fish in a very deep pond. There was something chilling about this man, yet she knew very well what she needed was to be indispensable to him.

“There’s a lot to be excited about, I’m looking forward to it,” she carefully. “I think the Colony and the Board will work together harmoniously. As will we.”

It was also dawning on her that this middle-aged man in front of her, sipping his second glass of wine, may be her only actual friend in the world soon. Either world. She noticed the lack of ring on his hand too.

“I agree Pam, do you mind I call you Pam? A good rapport will be vital to the success of the mission. The board is hoping that once the mission is sufficiently advanced, a couple years time, I may be able to come to Mars on a fact-finding mission, but for now you’re my eyes and ears Pam.” Joe’s demeanor had changed. He seemed was friendly, caring even, but his grey eyes were still as cold and icy as ever. She found some comfort in the fact that he may come to Mars once the mission is underway, still that left at least four years as a spy among twelve people, if not longer.

“What if… there’s a change? Like if you’re moved jobs or there’s a new CEO or something. I don’t want to get forgotten out there,” she added, biting her lip.

“Nothings going to change, the board is stable, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Sheldon wanted to believe him, badly. He had implied that he was a member of the board, which caught her attention. Joe handed Sheldon a brown Manila envelope. Inside, were the profiles of each member of the crew. There was the usual information; ID pictures, performance records, and the like, but also dossiers.

“This is… very personal,” she observed. The dossiers contained everything from personality and professional goals to sexual habits. Some of the photos of her crewmates were clearly taken without their knowledge.

“We want to keep ourselves fully informed of all aspects of crew performance.”

“Including nudes,” she asked, referring to the picture of one of her crewmates, a Li Min, skinny dipping in a desert pond of some kind.

“Fully informed.”

“I see.”

“The dossier is confidential and must be destroyed once you are done with it. They are not the originals.” He paused as she slid the envelope into her purse. “I should leave. We need to keep this interaction brief for security,” Joe continued, placing his company credit card on the table. “The company can pick this one up,” he added magnanimously.

“They’d better, shit,” laughed Sheldon. “Hey look, I’ve got a bottle in my hotel room, why don’t we…uh, socialize a bit eh? If you’re my only lifeline we should probably get to know one another,” she said, blinking innocently at Joe. She had made up her mind; she needed to sleep with him.

“Ohh, I don’t think… well… fuckit, OK fine. It’s a good idea but we must be discreet Pam.”

“Of course, I’ll leave first. My hotel is just down the street, room…”

“Four-oh-five, I know.” He even knows where I sleep, she thought. She felt like she should be more creeped out about this. Well… I am a spy, she admitted.

“I’ll leave first,” Sheldon said, “since you’ve got the company card. I’ll see you in ten?”

“He nodded, and she put on her jacket and hurried out. Seeing the waiter on the way out, she thanked him for the service. The walk to her hotel was as windy and cold as ever, but at least it was quick. She unlocked room 405, shuddering slightly that Joe knew the number, and took off her coat. The couple minutes she had to spare she spent first tidying up the room, then pouring two glasses of wine, and finally going to the bathroom to freshen up her makeup.

“The man coming to your hotel is your only lifeline Pamala,” she said into the mirror. “Make sure he can’t forget you no matter what.” A knock on the door. Sheldon took a big sip of wine and opened it. Joe strode in and took off his jacket.

“Please sit down, sorry there’s only one chair,” said Sheldon, giving him his wine, before sitting on the bed with hers.

“I don’t mind the cuck chair,” he chuckled. They chatted, mostly about work and generic personal interests at first as they sipped their wine.

“How do you like St John’s,” she asked him, smiling warmly.

“Great town. I come here a fair bit for Greenland stuff. The training staff are run out of here, so I’ll see it a lot I think.”

“You’ll be so close, you could drop in for a visit,” she said with a flirty smile.

“Heh, that, I believe, would be suspicious,” he said with a chuckle. Sheldon could see him start to loosen up a little. She knew she needed to make an impression on this impassive man. The seating worked out well for what she had in mind; he was sitting lower than she, and occasionally parted her legs a little, just enough to flash him her black lace panties. My damp panties, she thought, shifting her hips a little. She couldn’t deny being attracted to this strange man. She hoped he noticed. The third time she did it, he definitely saw, and he shifted in the chair a touch without looking away.

“Be honest with me,” she said, looking right into his steely eyes, “how much danger am I going to be in. You can tell me, I just… I need to know.”

Joe remained impassive for a time, and then said, “I don’t think much more than the others, but it’s possible that it could be very dangerous if the situation becomes tenuous. There’s no law out there, no investigations, nothing. Whatever happens beyond orbit, that’s just… what happens. So understand it’s safe, but you’re in a tenuous position.”

“I understand. Refill?”

“Making a night of it eh? Yeah, why not?”

She stood and walked over to the cabinet containing the wine, accentuating the sway of her hips as she did, hoping Joe was watching. She poured the glasses, and turned, seeing that his eyes were indeed fixed on her.

“Why not indeed,” she said softly, passing him the glass. She leaned over more, perhaps, than was necessary, hoping to give him a view down her flimsy top. Their hands touched as she passed him his drink. His hands were big and warm.

“As you know, Uranium is your goal. We want you on our page because nuclear fuel is going to be more valuable than all the gold of the world. You’re the person who will keep what you find safe for us.”

She nodded, then took a sip of her wine, and still standing in front of Joe, placed it down on the small coffee table. She leaned over him, now brazenly showing him her cleavage, and whispered in his ear, “you’re not going to forget me even if I’m all the way on Mars, are you?”

“Well I wouldn’t…” he began, but Sheldon cut him off my kissing him deeply. He seemed paralyzed for a second, surprised by her sudden attentions, but he swiftly started to kiss her back.

“Pam, you don’t have to…” he tried to interject, breaking away for a moment, to breath. She grabbed his hand, still on arm of the chair, and put it on her breast.

“I want to Joe,” she whispered. If he was still ****, his cock was saying otherwise; she could see it tenting his pants. She stepped back and slid her silky top over her head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he croaked hoarsely. She smiled seductively, and leaned over him in the chair, and started to kiss him. Her hands went behind her back, and she unclasped the black lacy bra, dropping it to her feet.

“Do you like them,” she asked, squeezing her soft pale tits. Her nipples were erect, like pencil erasers, and rather than waiting for an answer, pushed them into Joe’s face. He hummed happily, and sucked one, then the other, his hands cupping the curves of her ass. She undid the small metal clasp on her skirt and allowed it to fall at her feet, leaving her naked but for her black panties. She dropped to her knees between Joe’s legs and started working on his belt buckle and fly. Sheldon wasn’t even thinking about the necessity of this anymore, she was hungry for it.

“Ohhh fuck yeah,” groaned Joe when her hand found his stiffening cock in his underwear. She gently pulled him out of his pants, breathing in his musk. He was mostly hard already, a dab of precum was visible on his circumcised cock. She started slowly, looking up into his cold eyes while she licked the base of his shaft, slowly up to the tip. Then she engulfed him, taking his full length into her mouth, enjoying the pleasure filled groan that escaped his mouth, and the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue.

I’m going to give him a show, she thought as she sucked the hot cock in her mouth. He moaned when she started to bob, sucking him rhythmically, the sound of her slurps filling the room. He managed a swig of his wine, enjoying the head and the vintage, but he had to put it down when she took him deep in her throat.

“H-holy fuck,” he gasped, watching her take his cock so completely, savouring the sensation of her lips on the base of his shaft. “You’re fu-fuckin, fucking amazing.”

Sheldon giggled at his pleasure-shock while she slid his cock almost out of her mouth, and looking up at him, the tip of his cock between her lips and whispered “I know.” Then plunging down on him until she gagged, making Joe gasp loudly. He was throbbing a little in her mouth, and a salty river of pre-cum was already dribbling from his cock head. She withdrew, then, looking up at him, licked up the bead of salty liquid for him to watch. She then stood slowly, and slid the wet panties off, revealing her well groomed pussy, with just a little stripe of hair above her wet, glistening folds. She took the underwear and gave it to Joe to smell, which he did with gusto. She backed over to the bed and slid herself into a sitting position on it, her legs open, and beckoned Joe over.

“I’m yours to fuck Joe,” she purred, playing with her wet opening while he pulled his clothes off, “take me how you want.” He was pulling off his pants, his shirt had already come off. He was well built, better than Sheldon expected, and had a moderate amount of salt and pepper chest hair leading toward his crotch. Joe walked over, his hard cock bobbing, and stood between her legs. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and his index finger into her sopping wet pussy, making her moan through the kiss.

“Fuck me, Joe. Do anything,” she purred as she reached down and started rubbing his cock and guiding it towards herself. He was still kissing her when she felt his cock sliding against her wet folds. She moaned with anticipation. In one fluid motion he pushed himself inside her.

“Ohhhhhh fuck,” she moaned, breaking the kiss and grabbing Joe’s ass to pull him in deeper. He started thrusting slowly, his hands on her hips, watching each expression of pleasure move across her face.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he gasped, speeding up a little. She collapsed onto her back on the bed, playing with her tits and moaning loudly.

“Yeahyeah baby oh fuck,” she gasped, “f-fuck my little pussy!” Her legs wrapped around him, insistently pulling him into her with each thrust. Her tits giggled, and Joe’s thrusts got faster each time.

Joe held her down and kept railing her as she screamed his name and balled up the bedsheets in her hands. She felt herself gush on his cock and her wetness ran down her ass crack as she screamed in pleasure. He started to slow a little, her pussy still spasming on his cock.

“Roll over,” he grunted, and she got on her hands and knees in the bed.

“Make me feel it Joe. Give it to me.” He gave her ass a hard smack, then she felt the bed compress as he got behind her, then his cock, dripping with her wetness, pushed into her pussy, and she almost instantly started to cum again. She gripped him inside her and moaned loudly as he pounded her. Her moans mixed with his grunts and the slapping sound of flesh on flesh.

“Ahhh baby cum in meee! F-f-fill me baby, cum in me,” she screamed.

“Gaa fuck I’m gonna cum,” Joe gasped, not slowing the pounding he was giving her. She felt him start to throb and his thrusts became animalistic. Sheldon felt hot spurts of cum fill her insides and Joe groaned loudly, not slowing the pounding. Her last orgasm roiled through her as soon as she felt him fill her with his hot load. His thrusts slowed; his gasps increased. His hands, gripping her waist hard, released. He slowly withdrew from her sopping wet hole, and she felt his warm cum dribbling down her thighs. Joe collapsed into the bed next to her, gasping.

“Have you heard about that song Joe,” she asked, her chest still heaving.

“What song?”

“Don’t you, forget about me,” she said with a sultry smile.