Flying with the enemy

New Mexico, 18 months before launch

There were no surprises in Major Eric Alain’s life. His career path, his time at Saint-Cyr, and now his application to the Green Mars Corp program were all part of a carefully laid out plan. When he got his recruiting email for Hermes pilot training academy, he was excited, not surprised. The Airforce had nominated him with his blessing. A career as a fighter pilot made him their most competent, and qualified candidate, and therefore one of the most likely of all the applicants to succeed. He never saw himself as arrogant or cocky because he knew how good he was.

What did surprise him, was his co-pilot to be.

Li Min was highly competent, attractive, smart, and came highly recommended. That much was no surprise at all. The fact she was in the Chinese Space Program on the other hand, did. Alain had spent half his life training for a fight that could well involve Chinese pilots. Before arriving, he questioned if she would even be allowed to know his qualifications. It was bad enough that the Green Mars Corp had been pushing this paranoia about corporate espionage, but to add The People’s Republic of China to the mix seemed like madness as far as Alain was concerned, but his former superiors in the French Air **** weren’t so worried. When he approached them with his concerns, they told him in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t theirs anymore, and that was that.

So here he was, training for the biggest mission of his life, with a person he’d seen as an enemy for the first half of his life. To make things even more confusing; she was really good. They hadn’t met the other colonists when they started the training together. The course was much longer than the colonist training, and they needed to train for what they kept being told was their “final mission.”

It felt strange, bleak even, but they weren’t wrong. The colony would have automated drones to fly in the thin atmosphere of Mars, once he and Li landed the Hermes, they weren’t going to be pilots anymore. It seemed to Alain that they were headhunting two of the best pilots in the world for a one-way trip on autopilot. Mars, however, is still Mars and Alain was happy to go in any capacity.

The mission he was training for was one big series of ‘what ifs.’ Ideally, he and Li wouldn’t have to do more than monitor the autopilot systems. The entire launch, docking operation, and Martian atmospheric entry would be automated unless something went badly wrong. They really just needed them as a failsafe. Most of the training concerned the two latter situations, as a malfunction on launch would literally be his ‘final mission.’ There had been eight pilots training with him, but only he and Li Min passed muster, as he’d predicted. Their training had taken them to a remote corner of the Southwestern American deserts for hands on flying. It was out of the way, deliberately according to the Green Mars people.

He had imagined a well laid out campus or a professional testing facility, not the dusty hanger he was dropped off at after the three-hour drive from Albuquerque.

“Eric! How are you,” greeted Li upon arrival.

“Li, good to see you. What’s this shithole they dropped us at?”

“Wait till you see our Quarters Eric,” she said with an ominous note, “I’ve never felt more like I am in America than I do here.”

“There’s stuff to see here?”

“No, I… don’t mean it positively,” she said after an awkward pause. Alain chuckled, but before he could respond, the senior trainer came over to greet him.

“Major Alain, welcome to Green Base 3.”

“Hello again Bill. This… this is the Green Base,” he questioned, waving in the direction of a derelict private plane.

“Indeed it is, it’s more than it first appears guys, I promise. Come on in.”

He wasn’t lying. Entering the hanger Alain gasped seeing the ship in front of him.

“This is… the -,” he began before Bill cut him off.

“This is your trainer! As you can see it’s a replica of what you’ll fly on Mars, but it has some cheat codes,” he said with a **** laugh. “You see, with so much less atmosphere on Mars, to train on this we needed to add some stuff. This one has a smaller wingspan for example.

The shuttle was huge, 108m long by the book, wide, thin wings, and a small, stepped cockpit that looked like one off an Airbus. The aircraft barely looked airworthy. Big, and yet seemingly flimsy, it was a stark contrast to his high-performance Dassault Rafale.

“I see that, and they will be…”

“Yes, doing your training launches once the rocket packs arrive. In order to get you up to training and approach altitude, we’ll need to conduct a small launch as you know. You’ll get two training flights on it. Anymore, barring a major problem, is not on budget."

Alain and Li took a slow walk around the entire shuttle.

“It’s so…. Big,” said Li when they started their walk. Bill left them to explore and began a phone call. “I know in the simulator we’re told the size, we see drawings and descriptions, but to see it. It’s amazing. Breathtaking.”

Alain looked at his co-pilot. She was smaller than him, even compared to Alain who barely measured 5’6’ himself. Her dark eyes twinkled looking at this massive vessel she was to pilot. He’d always found Li introverted and quiet, so to see her come alive around this vessel was interesting, though not unexpected.

“I can’t wait to fly it,” she bubbled, her eyes wide.

“Me too, but for real, I hope we don’t have to,” he said, thinking about trying to land this beast manually on Mars. Li nodded sagely.

“Do you think it’s weird? That we do this training, for what? Knowing how to fly something we will never fly,” she asked, turning to Alain.

“I… I guess it is,” he said after a moment, a little shocked by the suddenness of the question. “I um, well I trained a lot to fly missions that I never flew really, so it makes sense to me that they’d want me to… well, be good at it in case.”

“Like what,” she asked, making Alain wince inside.

“Well I was a fighter pilot you see, so I planned and trained for war.”

“War with… China?”

There was a long silence, cut only by Bill talking on his phone in the far side of the hanger

“Yes, with China,” he said with a sigh. “We never needed to though,” he added quickly, feeling absurd as he said it. Li didn’t look mad or angry just, sad.

“It’s so stupid Eric. Why do China and France need to practice shedding each others blood? There is no reason for our two countries to be enemies. I know it was you job, it’s OK, it’s just… stupid.”

The two pilots were quiet for a time, pensive. It was stupid thought Alain. He had no quarrel with Li, or any of her countrymen. He remembered the anti-satellite test launch he conducted a few summers earlier. If they’d been for real, Min Li standing in front of him, would be dead now. There was no reason to tell her this though and besides, it was classified. The knowledge that he had practiced killing his current co-worker would be consigned to the grave.

“Are you planning to do anything this weekend,” asked Alain, suddenly **** to change the subject. She smiled, seeming to pick up on his awkwardness.

“Yes, I was thinking about going for a hike. Did you see we’re close to a National Park? I thought I’d like to see the desert, and America, before we go.”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I hope so. My last voyage to space, it made me conscious of the fact we won’t be alone for a very long time after this. I’d like to… experience some solitude before we leave.”

“Alright, alright, have a good one ya’ll,” came Bill’s voice on the phone, his footsteps echoing in the hanger as he walked over to join them. “Alright alright alrighty then, so guys, what do ya’ll think of the ship we made ya?”

“Bill,” started Alain, “she’s a thing of beauty.”

“Yes, it’s wonderful,” agreed Li.

“She’s a ‘beaut alright,” said Bill jovially. “Any more questions before we lock her up for the night?”

“No, I think I’m good Bill,” said Alain, “how about you Li?”

“I’m looking forward to getting on the controls.”

“Cool cool cool, we’ll lock her up and head back to the motel then.”

Bill and the trainees headed back in the company car to the motel. It was a drab little place the company booked up on the side of the highway, surprisingly non-descript for the affluence of the Green Mars Corp.

“Have a nice weekend Eric,” said Li when they got to their respective rooms. She shook his hand with studied formality and headed to her room leaving Bill and Alain standing outside. Bill was something of a partier. He reminded Alain of his Saint-Cyr days sometimes. During preflight training they'd partied a few times.

"Eric, how about a trip to the strip club," Bill asked after Li’s door closed.

"There’s a strip club in this shithole," responded Alain with incredulity.

"This towns a shithole but the strippers ain't bad. Plus it's the only bar for miles." Seeing no other options, Alain agreed and the two piled into a taxi for the short drive to the club, which stood alone on the dusty road just outside town. It looked like something halfway between an Old West saloon and a brothel. There was no security or cover at the door. Inside the room was dark and loud. The music's beat thumped in Alain's chest. The bar wasn't busy. A couple older men were on video lotto machines. The bikini clad bartender slowly mopped the bar top with a rag.

"PLEASE welcome to the stage, the sexy ALEXIS," boomed the voice of the announcer. A beautiful blonde in a vinyl skirt and a crop top walked out onto the stage and started dancing. The two men sat down in a booth in the corner, and a waitress wearing very little came over to take their drink orders.

"This place is alright Bill," said Alain, looking around.

"For a tiny southern shithole this place is aight. Better than Twentynine Palms man I'll tell ya."

"Heh that bad?"

"Worse man, oh thanks hun", he said as the server arrived with the beers. Bills gaze remained fixed on the little brunette waitress as she walked away. "She's got a nice ass on her damm. Anyway yeah, Twentynine's a shithole dawg."

"You were with the Marines there, right?" Bill nodded mid swing. Behind him, the blonde dancer on the stage undid her front closing bra and let it drop to the stage. "Nice titties," Alain said, half under his breath. Bill turned around to look.

"Oh shit I'm switching sides," he laughed, moving to sit on the long couch next to Alain. The two sat in silence, drinking their beers and watching Alexis strip. She had big, soft white tits that jiggled with every move. When the music ended, she was naked but for a sheer red thong.

"Do they not..." Began Alain but Bill cut him off, as if expecting the question.

"No they aren't allowed to go all the way," he said, then leaning closer to Eric added, "not on stage anyway," with a smirk.

"More drinks boys," asked the waitress, returning after the set.

"Absolutely! And shots, get us some shots too," proclaimed Bill loudly. Tiquila!”

“Coming right up boys,” she giggled. When the waitress turned and left, she gave her ass an extra wiggle.

“Goddamn Bill, you sure like to party,” Alain said to his friend, whose eyes were still on the waitress’ ass.

“Hah, you only live once my friend,” he said, turning to Alain, “besides man, you’re, you’re gonna be in space soon bruh.”

“In over a year! I can’t party every day.”

"Here you go boys," the waitress said, returning with the drinks.

“Thank you hun,” smiled Bill, can we get a refresh on our beers too, thanks.” He knocked back his shot without bothering with the lime. "Whagh goddamnit!"

Alain took the other shot. It was clear tequila and burned all the way down. The taste gave him an involuntary shudder. He blinked hard, remembering that he wasn’t a drinker like he once was.

“There ya go,” laughed Bill to his friend. “In all seriousness though man, look,” he patted him hard on the shoulder with his bear paw like hand, “carpe diem man.” He had a solemn expression on his face.

Before he could speak, the music turned up louder, and another dancer was announced. The waitress returned with their beers, and they thanked her and resumed their conversation.

Bill leaned in. “The, the thing is, I’ve seen your schedule man. Couple weeks here learning the dummy, fly into Greenland, bam. Then it’s like, a whirlwind of events with media.”

“That bad?”

The dancer started her routine. She was a skinny black woman, probably in her early 20s. She wore a shiny gold bikini, and as she spun slowly around the poll, she rubbed her round tits through it with her free hand.

“Worse. After Greenland they gonna watch ya’ll like hawks. Quarantine and shit. Once you get to Greenland, you’re basically already on Mars man. Anyways, there’s nothing on tomorrow.” Alain, smiled, and thumped Bill on the back.

“You’re a good man my friend. I’d been feeling, I don’t know. Guilty? There’s so much to learn still, but… well. Carpe diem as you say.” He took a long swig of beer. The dancer was topless by then, her arms above her head, holding the poll. Her dark brown nipples were hard in the cold A/C of the club, and her smooth caramel tits bounced as she gyrated her hips. He was lost in a thought when the dancer from earlier, came over. She was wearing tied up light blue halter top tied up to show her pale midriff, a short black skirt, black fishnets and heels. As she walked over to them, her smile seemed to place Alain in a trance, and the lights of the club sparkled in her blue eyes.

“Howdy ya’ll,” she said as she got closer. Her accent was straight out of Texas. “Are you too havin’ a good time tonight?”

“We sure are gorgeous, great dance earlier,” answered Bill.

“Aww why thank you hun,” she said, with enthusiasm so fake, Alain wondered if she was mocking Bill. “My name is Alexis; do ya mind if I sit down with ya?”

“Please darlin,” said Bill, after he saw Alain nod his approval. “This is Eric, I’m Bill,” he said, shaking her hand. Alain did likewise. She sat between them, placing her hands on both their backs.

“Get you a drink Alexis,” asked Bill when he saw the waitress on the way.

“Sure, whatever you’re having hun,” she said smiling, at which point Bill ordered another round of tequila. Alain winced at the prospect, even though he was more than willing to have another. The top she was wearing could barely contain her tits, and her red lingerie was visible from her ample cleavage. He caught himself staring down her top, and that she’d noticed. She laughed when by his body language, she realized he was probably blushing.

“Don’t be shy,” she said with a laugh, “that’s what I’m here for! Actually, speaking of that, can I dance for ya’ll?”

“Please,” said Alain. She stood and turned to the two men on the couch as a song started in the club. It was a slowish song for a strip club, thought Alain. He didn’t recognize it. Alexis started dancing slowly, matching the tempo. She sauntered slowly toward Bill, moving to the music, and swung her leg over and straddled him. He gave an excited glance over at Alain before she started grinding her hips on his leg rhythmically while she slowly untied her top. She slid her shirt down and off. The lacy red bra she was wearing was barely containing her pale white tits, which jiggled as she gyrated.

Alexis stood and moved over to Alain. She turned around and started gyrating her tight little ass on his crotch. She leaned back, her body against his, and whispered, “you like that hun?”

“I do,” he said, blushing again as he realized he was getting hard.

“I can tell,” she giggled, leaning forward and grinding on him, “undo my bra hun.” He did so, unclipping it easily. She let it fall away, her grinding clearly focused on the bulge in his pants, and her hands rubbing her naked breasts. She stood up, admiring the visible bulge in his pants as she did. While she’d been dancing the waitress had dropped off some shots, and she grabbed one and tipped it back without so much as a wince. Then she grabbed another and placed it between her tits.

“Have a drink hun,” she said, heading towards Bill. He eagerly placed his face in between her soft jiggling tits and started to half sip, half tip the shot back. Alexis laughed as he tried, leaning forward so the liquor would pour down his gullet. She stood, giggling, and headed back over to Alain. Her hands went around his head, and she pulled his face into her cleavage. Her boobs were soft, warm, and smelled like tequila. Then she stepped back slowly and turned around.

“Pull my panties off hun,” she said, bending over. Alain obliged, hooking his fingers into the lacy fabric and sliding them down past her knees. Her ass was round and pale, and she wiggled it sensually as he undressed her. She straddled Alain, giving him a perfect view of her shaved pussy as she grinded on his bulging crotch. She took his hands in hers and slid them up her body to her tits.

“You can touch me baby,” she purred in his ear, “squeeze these nice titties, feel me.” They were soft, yet perky, and she moaned slightly when he squeezed her. Alain and Bill had no idea how long it’d been, how many songs had played, or how much they already owed, nor did they care. The dancer strutted over to Bill, totally naked but for her black fishnets. She stood over Bill, letting him grope her tits. Then she turned and bent over so that Bill could smack her ass. Then Alexis, still naked sat down between them as the latest song died down, she sat and waved to the waitress who brought a fresh round of drinks for everyone.

“Cheers boys,” she said, toasting them with her glass. They all knocked back their drinks as the waitress left them. Alexis wrapped her arms around both of them, and leaning back, said “I’m almost done my shift soon, so I’m gonna have to go boys,” she said with a sad expression on her face.

“Aw that’s such a shame,” said Bill.

“Unless you want me to entertain you more at your motel of course,” she said, looking the two of them dead in the eyes in turn, and said, just loud enough for the two of them only to hear, “I’ll suck your cocks for a thousand dollars.” Alain could feel himself making a silly face, but at the same time, it wasn’t against it. He was still thinking about it when she added, “or for five, you two can fuck me.” For effect, she opened her legs, parted her pussy lips, and whispered “I’m nice and wet for you two.”

Bill, in typical fashion, answered for them both, but not without seeing Alain’s approving look. “Well how can we say no to a pretty girl like you hun,” he said, his hand sliding to her thigh.

“I’ll go get dressed, get my things and come back then,” she said happily, standing. She put and extra wiggle into her walk for them, glancing back with a mischievous smile at the two.

“Eric, I hope you don’t mind that I…” started Bill before Alain cut him off.

“No problem, man. I can’t say I planned for this but the second she said it…” He gave a Gallic shrug, “Carpe diem, as you say.” They chatted absentmindedly waiting for Alexis to come back. Alain felt nervous, shy even. He sipped the beer he still had left.

“Does anywhere here sell liquor. In Europe we have carry out?”

“You wish, naw notta chance. All good though, I have some in my room. Among other things. Be right back.” Bill rose and went to the cash machine in the corner. Alain sipped the dregs of his beer and watched the Black dancer, who had come back out on stage. Drops of sweat shimmered on her naked flesh. She finished topless, her ass on the pole, rubbing her nipples between her fingers.

“Fuck she’s hot too,” he murmured, sitting back down. “Got the cash. My treat brother.”

“That’s too much Bill,” he responded, “I can pay for my own, money, it won’t mean much for me anyways.”

“Seriously, my treat,” he said, slurring a little. Alexis appeared a few minutes after they were done and had settled up substantial tab, which Eric had insisted on paying. Alexis was wearing yoga pants, and a loose yellow tee-shirt. She carried a small gym bag along with her purse.

“Ya’ll ready,” she cooed, walking over to the men.

“Yeah, let’s go,” said Bill excitedly. They left the club, stepping out into the dry cold of a New Mexico night. Alexis shivered dramatically and wrapped her arms around both men.

“I’ll, buuurp, call us a cab,” said Alain. Stepping out into the cool night made him realize how much drunker he was than he thought.

“Good idea, but before it gets here, I think we should discuss my fee…” Alexis said, trailing off.

“Oh of course, here you go,” he said, giving her the wad of cash. She accepted it, briefly counted it, then slid it into her purse with a smile.

“I’m so happy this worked out guys,” she said, smiling. She wasn’t wearing a bra and Alain noticed her nipples were hard and poking through her shirt. “Is this us?”

“For Eric,” called the cabbie through an open window, answering the question for them. The three piled into the back of the cab, and Bill gave the address. Alexis sat in the middle, her arms around them both. Alain placed his hand on her thigh, and she smiled at him, opening her legs a touch more. He squeezed her slender thigh through her yoga pants. Alain could feel his heart hammering in his chest. They arrived before anything else happened.

“Here’s good,” Bill said to the cabbie as they pulled up outside his motel room, “here we are.” Alain paid and the three stepped out into the parking lot of their motel. Bill unlocked the door with a clunk, and they stepped in. The room was the same as Alain’s; small, with two beds and some tacky wall art. He opened the cabinet and pulled out some whisky and poured it into some motel cups. Alexis placed her things down in the corner and accepted the offered drink.

“Now then guys, sit down, let’s be serious for a sec, OK? You may be paying customers, and very sexy customers at that, but bet gentleman, OK? If I say no I mean no alright?”

“Of course, said Alain. Bill nodded sagely.

“I knew that wouldn’t be a problem; ya’ll are great guys. Now then,” she said, rising, “I don’t think I need this anymore.” She pulled her tee shirt off, walked over to Bill, who was sitting on the bed, and pressed her tits into his face. Then she raised her glass to her tits, and slowly poured drips the liquid over them.

“Mmm yeah clean me up baby,” she purred to Bill as he greedily sucked on her whiskey-soaked nipples. Alain felt himself stiffen when she let out a horny moan. She took Bill’s hands in hers, beckoned him to rise. He stood, and as he did so, Alexis fell to her knees in front of him. Alain felt himself get fully hard in his pants as he watched her unbuckle his friend’s belt. She looked right at Alain as she undid Bill’s fly and reached into his pants. He was hard and his cock sprang out of his underwear easily to her, springing level with her face.

“Mmm such a nice cock,” she purred, stroking him. He was probably five or six inches, thought Alain to himself, watching the show. Bill was circumcised, and had short, though somewhat unkempt, pubes. She started by licking her way up from the base of his cock, making Bill groan aloud as her tongue slid up the bottom of his shaft. She wrapped her mouth around him, and slid his shaft deep into her mouth, making him gasp with pleasure. She started to suck slowly, rhythmically, working her lips around him. Alain didn’t even realize until he’d started, that his hands were in his pants, slowly jerking himself while he watched Alexis suck Bill. Alexis noticed, however. She started sucking Bill while keeping her eyes firmly on Alain. She had one hand on Bill’s ass, pulling him into her mouth, and the other in her pants, playing with her pussy. She took the hand off Bill’s ass long enough to beckon Alain over with a come-hither motion. He stood, working his pants off as he moved over to them. He pulled down his underwear and started rubbing his cock above her as she sucked loudly on Bill. Alain noticed with some satisfaction that well groomed and uncircumcised cock was a bit bigger than Bill’s.

“Ughhh fuuuck,” groaned Bill when Alexis took him deep into her throat, her lips touching the base of his cock. She gagged and withdrew him, then without even gathering breath, she turned and engulfed Alain’s cock in her mouth. She sucked him quickly, her blonde head bobbing rhythmically, with small slurps issuing from her lips. She moaned around his cock a little as she worked her pussy under her pants. Then, like she did for Bill, she took him deep into her throat. Alain gasped aloud; his mind clouded with pleasure. She worked her tongue against his shaft, and then withdrew a little.

“She’s fuckin hungry for it Eric,” grunted Bill, now naked and stroking himself. She seamlessly withdrew Eric, turned and took Bill into her mouth. With her free hand she started rubbing Alain’s cock while she sucked Bill’s. He groaned, his hand on her head, slowly thrusting his cock into her mouth as she sucked loudly. Then she withdrew him, with a smile.

“Not too soon hun, don’t you want more,” she purred, before taking Alain’s cock into her mouth again. Another moan of pleasure escaped his lips. She sucked him slowly, her hand working faster in her pants. She started to moan around his throbbing cock, sucking and working her pussy harder and harder. She slid her mouth off of him, licking up the dab of pre-cum on his cock. She stood and slid her hand out of her pants. She gave Alain her index finger and he sucked her pussy juices off it, before she gave the middle finger to Bill, letting him taste her too. Alexis slid her pants down, and stepped out of them, naked but for her socks. Then she got on the bed, onto her hands and knees, and with her hand sliding around his waist, she pulled Alain to her face. He stood in front of her by the bed, and she took his cock softly into her mouth, making him tip his head back and groan. She sucked him slowly, running her tongue up and down his shaft, and beckoning Bill over as she did. Alain watched as his friend got onto the bed behind her and guiding his cock to her. She moaned around Alain’s cock when Bill thrust into her.

“Aw fuck she’s so tight,” groaned Bill as started slowing fucking her, his thrusts pushing her mouth down onto Alain’s cock. Alexis gave a sharp, muffled moan, when Bill smacked her pert ass.

“So fucking good,” gasped Alain, watching his cock slide between her lips. She started to moan louder, gasping and slurping on his cock while she did. “She’s going to cum Bill,” which she responded by moaning even louder. Then, gasping, she withdrew him from her mouth, and she screamed loudly as Bill pounded her. Then took Alain back into her mouth, still crying out in orgasm, and as Bill thrust hard into her, the thrusts drove his cock deep into her mouth. As her muffled cries of pleasure subsided, she took Alain deep, gagging on him a little, before withdrawing his cock from her mouth with a sloppy ‘pop.’ She rose up from the bed, saliva dripping from her lips, and turned to Bill. She took his wet, shining cock in her mouth, and presented her slick pussy and ass to Alain.

“My cum tastes so good on your cock,” she moaned as she sucked. Alain could feel himself throbbing with excitement as he brought his cock level to her slick folds. He pushed himself into her slowly, marveling at how tight and wet she already was. She moaned deeply around Bill’s cock. He grabbed onto her hips and started thrusting deep into her. The soft smacks of flesh on flesh and he thrust, and the cock-muffled moans coming from her filled the room.

“Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmm, mmm,” she gasped, her pussy spasming and gripping Alain’s cock as she came again.

“I’m gonna cum, aw fuck I’m gonna cum,” gasped Bill, warning her. She kept him in her mouth, letting Alain’s rough thrusts shove Bill’s cock deep, making saliva run down her lips. “Fuck fuck fuuuu,” half groaned-half yelled Bill, as Alain kept plowing her, making her moans mixed with the wet sounds of Bill’s cum filling her mouth. Her pussy, spasming and gripping his cock as Bill came in her mouth was more than he could take, and he groaned that he too needed to cum. Bill withdrew, gasping and collapsed onto the bed while Alain kept fucking her, while she looked back, moaning with ribbons of cum running out of the corners of her mouth. He felt himself start to twitch and cum, but before he could, she turned around, pulling his wet cock to her mouth as he exploded all over her face. A long ribbon of cum splattered on her cheek before she could take his cockhead into her mouth and suck the rest of his cum out of him.

He moaned loudly as she sucked, his cum dribbling in long messy strings from her lips. She slowly withdrew him and opened her mouth, letting him see some of his load run down her chin before she swallowed the rest proudly. Alain too, let himself collapse with pleasure down into the bed. Alexis laid between them, their cum all over her lips, chin and cheeks. She wiped some of it off with her index finger and licked it clean with a satisfied smirk. After a time, she got up to clean up and poured herself a drink. Alain felt awkward, suddenly like small talk was necessary.

“So, how long have you uh…” he trailed off.

“Been a workin’ girl hun,” she asked, laying on the second bed.

“Um, yes,” he said, suddenly self conscious.

“Well, I been strippin for the past four years now, but sex for money, this was my first time,” she said, smiling.

“You mean,” he started, and she laughed loudly.

“I don’t get a lot of chances to get fucked by a real Martian colonist, sugar,” she said laughing, “but I didn’t want to do it for free!”

Bill laughed loudly, making Alexus giggle, but Alain was pensive, but **** a smile.

The party soon broke up, Alexus went on her way and Alain headed to his room, exhausted. His liquor and sex addled brain turned over the idea in his head.

“I’m going to Mars,” he said to the mirror.