No, but they recover and you're almost ready to seal the deal.

You make your way into the bar and have to take a moment to check you hadn't stumbled through some sort of time anomaly that takes you back to the early 21st century. The floors were honest to the void wood. While trees were still abundant across the galaxy, cheaper and stronger materials meant that wood had become almost a statement of luxury. Admittedly the floors weren't high-quality wood, but still a dedicated touch for the vintage theme this bar was going for. The furnishings were faithful recreations of old-earth style and among the decorations adorning the walls were various signage and memorabilia from sports that have long since evolved. You couldn't recall what the technical term for this time period was, you vaguely recall overhearing someone gushing about MTV-punk style, so perhaps that was it.

Aside from the vintage and incredibly expensive decor, the next thing you notice is how remarkably quiet the place is. Two patrons slumped at the far side of either end of the bar, a nervous couple trying to eat their food as quickly as possible so they can, evidently, the menus were also in a vintage format. Three people in business wear trying to drink themselves into unconsciousness to forget the day of the soulless grind of office work. The bar was a decent size, even with a second floor, but most of the tables, booths and even the long bar was mostly unoccupied. Which made you wonder how the place affords the decor it does. Fortunately with a distinct lack of people meant fewer distractions for you, while working your charms of the barmaid.

You quickly decide on the direct approach and saunter over to the bar, grabbing a stool in the centre of the bar, taking a moment to look at your target as she serves one of the patrons at the far end of the bar. The woman was young was definitely a head-turner, her soft lithe frame and wonderfully soft looking skin mostly on show, only a pair of tight black hotpants covering her lower half, while her perky C-cup boobs strain against the soft white fabric of her crop top, tightly enough for you to make out the outlines of her nipples. Her golden blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail which swishes as she turns away from the patron, as she notices you for the first time. Her bright blue eyes throw you a quick wink coupled with a warm smile as she finishes serving the patron before making her way towards you.

"Howdy, stranger, what can I get you today?" The young woman says in a playful tone.

You laugh and quickly glance up at the drinks board before replying. "I dunno what any of this stuff even is?" You reply with a smile.

"Yeah sorry about that, the owners a bit mad for Old-Earth, reckons the authenticity is more important than folk being able to order," The woman replies with a sweet smile.

"Oh, so it's not your place then?" You ask with a grin.

"No, would be a lot different if it was, menus would be in plain Galatic if it were," The woman replies. "That section there is all whisky though if that helps," She adds gesturing to the board behind her shoulder.

"That'll work, give me a glass of your...." You begin as you scan the board and see the prices attached and slowly go down the list. "11th most expensive whisky, please," You say shaking your head and laughing. Still, at least at these prices, you'll be able to slowly sip and savour the drink, as to not get drunk.

"Don't feel too bad, that top half of the board is pretty much reserved for the owner and his corporate friends," The woman replies with a soft giggle.

"And here I thought us pilots lived it up," You reply shaking your head while the woman unscrews a bottle and pours the amber liquid into a glass.

"Oh, you're one of those fancy star pilots?" The woman asks her tone suddenly dropping to icy cold, her body language shifting dramatically.

"Yeah...." You reply hesitantly, "I take it my kind isn't too welcome here?" You ask.

"No, nothing like that, it's a personal thing," The woman replies rubbing her arm awkwardly before passing you your drink. "I got to go, serve the other customers," The woman replies before putting the bottle down next to your glass "Help yourself to refills," She adds.

You're left sitting there stunned as the woman hurries away from you, wondering how simply mentioning your job had caused things to sour so quickly. Admittedly star pilots didn't have a great reputation as a whole, but usually, that was an attraction for most, not a complete turn-off. Over the next hour, you slowly sip the whisky and try and catch the woman's attention to see if there was any way to salvage tonight. Yet each time she walks past or near you, the barmaid is taking great efforts to avoid you.

The prospect of failure hadn't crossed your mind and now the realistic prospect of returning to May to tell her you messed up and seeing what it meant to get on the bad side of a board member of one of the big five corporate behemoths meant. It was a sobering thought, which is why you decided to delay it as long as possible, sipping your whisky and refilling it for the next couple of hours. Your shoulders slump and your head low, you don't even notice a couple of hours later that you were the last patron left in the bar.

You feel and hand on your shoulder, your heart sinking at the thought that this was one of May's thugs to drag your ass back to May to answer for failing. "I wanted to say I'm sorry," A soft feminine voice says. You lift your head and glance back to see the barmaid, her hand still on your shoulder. "You came here for a drink and some company and I left you all alone, just because of your job, and that's not right," The woman adds softly.

"Oh, thanks," You reply still a little stunned as you drag yourself out of the self-imposed pity party. "Where is everyone else?" You ask glancing around.

"We're closed for the night," The woman replies softly.

"Oh, do you need me to go?" You ask

"Well I can't go until you do," The woman replies nervously. "But if you want to take your time and finish that bottle then it's the least I can do given how I treated you earlier," She adds softly.

"I have a better idea," You reply giving the barmaid a soft smile. "You're off work now, how about you join me, we share this bottle together, my treat," You ask with a wry smile.

You see the barmaid hesitate for a moment before nodding slowly, "Yeah, I'd like that..." She replies pausing for a moment before blushing. "I didn't even ask your name," She says shaking her head.

"Claire," You reply offering out a hand.

"Maddison, although most people call me Maddie" Maddie replies.

"Well then Maddie, take a seat on this side and you can ask me anything you want," You reply.

"Ok, what's it like being a pilot?" Maddie asks with a grin as she fetches a second glass and refills your glass before filling her own.

You spend the next half an hour telling Maddie about some of your weirder and wilder encounters as a pilot, how you knew from when you were very young that you wanted to fly. The more reckless days where you almost exclusively smuggled goods rather than take legal cargo, the wacky people you met in that life. The entire time Maddie is enthralled by it all, her bright blue eyes wide with wonder and disbelief.

"Wow, I bet you got Laid all the time," Maddie replies with a giggle and she goes to pour the bottle before finding it empty. "Oh, guess we're all out," she says disappointedly.

"Well If you want to hear about how much I got and still do get laid, then I'll pay for another bottle," You reply in a sultry tone.

"You're on," Maddie replies with a giggle as she hops over the bar and grabs one of the more expensive bottles on the list. "Boss said I could have one of these for a special occasion," Maddie giggles as she hops back over and begins to fill the drinks.

The two of you continue to sip your whiskies while you regale Maddie with some stories of your more exotic conquests, the various women you've slept with. You even tell her about the porn film you starred in with Debbie Munroe, although you had to explain who she was, much to your own disappointment.

"Oh wait, that Debbie Munroe," Maddies says with realisation. "Wait a minute, didn't she get pregnant filming that?" She adds, giving you a confusing look.

"Yeah," You reply nervously, realising you might have given too much a way. "It was Debbie's plan all along," You continue.

"Ohhhhh," Maddie replies as realisation, her bright blue eyes wide with excitement. "You're a Futa!" She adds giggling in excitement.

"Guilty," You grin, intrigued by Maddie's reaction to this.

"That's so cool," Maddie replies with a giggle.

"Yeah, I really enjoy it, best of both worlds," You add with a smile.

"So one thing I've always wondered about futas," Maddie asks with a smile. "Could you impregnate yourself?" She asks giggling.

"I sure could," You reply, shaking your head as you think about the new life growing inside of you made up of one of your eggs and one of your super sperm thanks to, Amelia's domineering ways. You were thankful more than ever for the implant Dr Charms gave you to ensure whatever harmful substances you took, willingly or unwillingly wouldn't be passed onto the baby growing inside you.

"Does that ever happen?" Maddie asks excitedly.

"From time to time, you only have to get a little careless, jerking yourself off and not paying attention to where your cum is dripping, accidentally fingerfucking yourself with sticky fingers, or having it drip down a toy your fucking," You explain with a laugh.

"Wow, that's kind of hot," Maddie replies with a giggle.

"You reckon?" You ask with a grin.

"A little," Maddie replies nervously blushing slightly.

"So what do you find hot about it?" You ask.

"I dunno, the accidental side of it?" Maddie replies blushing heavily as she drains the rest of her glass.

"Just futa's accidentally breeding themselves, or anyone accidentally getting knocked up?" You ask in a sultry tone.

"Anyone I think," Maddie replies.

"Oh wow, kinky girl," You reply with a sultry laugh.

"I know, I know," Maddie replies with a giggle. "I think it's something about how my Mom had me," She adds thoughtfully.

"Oh?" You enquire, raising an eyebrow.

"Well she had a one night stand with a star pilot, ended up knocked up with no name or possibility of seeing that person again," Maddie explains.

"Ah, so that's why you don't like star pilots," You say.

"Sort of my Mom brought me up telling me they were the scum of the galaxy, but now I think they're kinda cool," Maddie replies with a grin. "Or at least you are," She continues with a flirty giggle.

"Are you drawn to something about this big bad futa pilot?" You ask in a sultry manner.

"Maybe," Maddie replies squirming in her seat. "I can easily see how my Mom fell for someone hard enough to get a little careless," She adds with a smile.

"Careful, now that I know your dark kinky secret, maybe I might do to you, what I did to Debbie Munroe," You reply licking your lips.

"Fuck, you're going to make me soak this stool," Maddie replies biting down on her bottom lip.

You give Maddie a big wolf-like grin, knowing you've got her right where you want her, the only small detail was the pill still sat in your pocket that you needed to somehow get Maddie to take. While admittedly, she might have a bit of a breeding fetish, perhaps you could continue teasing her to the point you could give her the pill and she might willingly take it.