Tara Dayton was in a good mood. From her office in the science lab, she could watch the security feed from any part of the colony. She watched the behavior of her colonists as they got set up, organized and started their work. Each seemed to tackle their tasks in a unique way. It was very… revealing.

The rest of the mission crew was going to arrive the day after, so for Tara, final decisions on roles and responsibilities needed to be made. She flicked between feeds, watching the eleven workers going about their tasks. The company had insisted the have these cameras. Loyalty would be at a premium. Everyone’s loyalty. She knew full well that she was not above the watchful eye, and it made her all the more keen to make sure she ran a tight ship.

She also knew that she needed some people in her back pocket. The Board’s orders on the matter of security were specific. SpaceY, Red Sun, a bunch of national governments, and God knows who else were going to try to take this colony and its riches from them. Tara Dayton would not let that happen. She flicked her CCTV feed to see Lyndon Carson walking down the hallway. She saw an expression on his face. Was it… nervousness?

“Naa, he’s an arrogant prick,” she muttered. She felt he was the most important person on the mission, yet he grated on her to no end. Then, of course, there was what he was up to in the hallway.

“I have enough on my plate,” she said softly, thinking about the Europeans. Their flight delays had already caused so many problems with the company. They were furious at the idea that weather could cause delays to flights. She seethed with resentment, at that, and having to deal with this appointment. The fact Carson made an appointment with her at all was very interesting to Dayton. The other eight wouldn’t arrive until the next day, so why bother with an appointment? She had a sneaking suspicion building, and was curious to see what would happen.

She wondered if he knew she knew what he was walking into. She guessed not. Dayton grabbed a bottle of scotch, and two glasses when she saw on the CCTV he was on the way. This would be a special occasion after all. Dayton’s office was an airy room on the upper floor of the colony with windows overlooking the frozen tundra on three sides. The wind whistled outside.

A tap on the door.

“Enter,” she called out, and the door opened with a squeak. Carson looked totally different from his appearance on the CCTV. He seemed confident, brash even. His green jumpsuit was unzipped to the waist and under he was wearing a thin singlet that displayed his muscled physique. His eyes twinkled with a look that was almost predatory. She figured he was trying to impress her.

“Come on in Lydon, do sit down,” she said, indicating to the desk, “scotch?”

“Yeah, gotta have it when we can right. You know I’m working on a wine crop, right?”

“That’ll be nice, so… what can I, do for you?”

“I’ll be straight with you,” he started seriously, “we need a proper growing strategy to survive the expedition, and I am the only man who will do it right.” He handed her a document detailing the growing schedule. “As you can see, it’s all laid out here, with yields and seed requirements all laid out. The Euros want to start from seed on Mars, they’ll kill us all.

“Starting the seeds on the surface is faster and will allow us to better plan the requirements…”

“No no no it won’t,” Carson interrupted, “what if we the crops don’t take to Martian soil? We need a stable crop before we land.”

Dayton flipped through the notes, reading the details. He was right, she mused. The plans he laid out were detailed, clear, and projected to be much more successful than anything Schwartz had briefed her on. She watched him finish is scotch as she read, and he got up, helping himself to another glass, then refilled hers.

“And the pollinators?”

“Ah, I’m glad you asked,” Carson said, his voice laden with arrogance. “We’ll grow lots of leaf crops on the voyage and manually pollinate the stuff that isn’t. The trip will be boring, lots of time to take care of that, and we can release our pollinators into the biodome on Mars just the same.”

After making his points, he seemed to stick out his chin to give himself an air of authority, earned or otherwise. Dayton stared at him over the paperwork. He was right, and she knew it. But then there was the matter of what she saw on the CCTV outside her office. She started wondering if he would he bring it up.

“I’m not sure about this Lyndon. It’s a good plan, but Rayner hasn’t outlined his plan in person to me yet. For all we know he could have a more advanced plan than this…”

“He won’t,” snapped Lyndon, his expression turning to one that was severe, angry, “his plan will see us starve to **** Tara.”

“So you feel the entire European planning staff is wrong, but you’re right? Bold Lyndon, very bold.” Anger flashed across Carson’s face after she mentioned the Europeans. Tara wanted to see him sweat, and she continued, “also, starving to **** is a pretty **** variation from an ideal crop plan. Even if the Euro plan isn’t as good, who’s to say it’ll go that badly? Why should I believe you?”

The wheels were turning in his mind, she thought. After a pause he spoke.

“If you see it like that, there’s… another reason you should appoint me,” he said in a low voice, his eyes narrowing as he looking right at her, “I know about what you do in your office Tara. I’ve got proof too.”

There it is, Tara thought; she was waiting for this. The cocky bastard thought he had her where he wanted her, without knowing the exact opposite was true. His facial expression was one of someone who thought his trump card had just landed. She smirked and watched his face as his cocky smile seemed to wither as she did so.

“Oh my Mr. Carson, you are a bold one, aren’t you? So you stood outside of my office and watched me touch myself, and think a little video of that is enough to **** me with? What am I to do with you?” She waited for him to respond, which he did not. “Well mister? Yeah… I thought so.” Carson had turned white as a sheet. When he tried to stammer a response, Dayton cut him off, “at least the video you have of me has a woman having an orgasm in it, unlike the one I have of you…”

“Wait what vid,” he stammered.

“I see everything Mr. Carson. Every. Thing. Do you honestly expect that I’ll give you what you want because you saw my cunt? Grow up, we’re going to Mars. People are going to fuck, they’re going to masturbate, and they’re going to cum. Unless they fuck you, apparently…”

“Hey now, she…”

“I don’t think we need to involve Miss Smith in any of this, but if you think she had an orgasm, then I imagine you’ve disappointed a lot of women in your life.” She spun her computer screen around, so that he could see the video capture of him standing over Lee, who had a frustrated expression on her face as she wiped his cum off her ass.

“I. See. Everything. Mister. Carson,” she said slowly, “A long, long Mars trip, and you start it with a reputation as a bad lay. What a shame…”

“If you need me to resign…” he started, visibly shaken now.

“Nothing of the sort, Mr. Carson. Your plan for the botany team is good, excellent even. You come very highly recommended too,” she said, watching his expression change from worry to confusion. “I’m going to keep you close, very close in fact.”

Dayton stood and knocked back the last of her scotch. She felt powerful standing over him, fear still in his eyes. It made her heartbeat fast in her chest.

“The CCTV cameras are going to be our little secret. One word about them and you’re out of here. Or out of the colony.” He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a single finger over his lips. “Accidents happen in space Mr. Carson. It would be tragic.”

He looked shocked and nervous. It was time to twist the knife.

“Here you are, thinking about your ambitions, your goals for the mission, your career, your reputation, and getting laid,” she paused for moment. “I, on the other hand, am thinking about establishing a colony on another planet and sustaining it in the face of those that would see us all destroyed. We’re populating a planet, mister, building a whole new civilization on a new planet, failure is ****, and I just don’t fucking care if you have a video of my fingering myself.”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt Colby,” she continued, “as I’m sure you wouldn’t, but if your shitty little video of me comes out, guess what else does. At least that way people could watch what it looks like when woman cums,” she added with venom. Carson nodded slowly and took a gulp of the remaining whiskey in his glass. She was happy to see him agree. She had no intention of revealing the extent of her system over this, but he didn’t know that.

“W-What do you want from me,” he asked.

“You are mine now, my asset, my man,” she said slowly, unzipping her white jumpsuit and watching his eyes follow it down. “I expect… loyalty, from you Mr. Carson.”

“And what will I get for that… loyalty?”

Dayton didn’t like that tone. He was too comfortable still, thinking he was going to get something more than a job for showing up tonight. He was staring right through her, or at least he thought he was. His eyes flashed to her cleavage over and over as she spoke. She knew she could use that.

“What will you get Mister Carson? My gratitude and a chance to live your dreams on Mars. Is there some other form of gratitude you expect from me Mister?”

“I can think of a couple things…”

“A couple things, eh?” Dayton felt his eyes all over her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the singlet she had on under her jumpsuit showed the outline of her nipples. “Let me be very clear Mister, you are here at my pleasure, for my pleasure. Got that? You exist at my pleasure. If an accident happens to you, Mister Carson, I will be the one telling the world what happened to you.”

She had his full attention. He looked stuck between being horny and scared.

“You are in a good position right now, believe it or not. In a few ways, in fact” she continued, “the new colonies on Mars will attain power and wealth far beyond their size, and people will be after us.” Dayton’s tone was that of a lecturing teacher addressing a naughty student. “They want us to fail and I’m not going to let that happen Mr. Carson,”

Carson nodded.

“Now then, as for what you… deserve. “Now then, as for what you… deserve… Understand that this mission, this entire little operation is big, bigger than you. Bigger than me even, so to be clear, what you deserve is the chance to exist on the surface of Mars. If you want more than that, you have to earn. My. Trust.”

“Oakaaaay, how to I earn your trust then?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Mister Carson. Dismissed.”

“I…” he stammered, looking confused and anxious.

“Listen to me carefully Mr. Carson. When I said you were mine, I meant it. You can either stay here, the head of botany on a mission to Mars and someone who follows my orders, or you can take a walk…” she paused for effect, “so decide, do you want to be a loser who sexually harassed his boss and got kicked off the Mars crew, or my trusted number two, who will… know how to earn my trust. Decide.”

He nodded.

“Now get the fuck out of my office.”

He rose, and walked silently to the door, and closed it behind him. Dayton stood up and walked slowly to the door. He seems to have got the message, she contemplated as she ensured the door was indeed locked. She slipped the jumpsuit off and let it fall to a pile next to her desk, then she sat back down, wearing just her white singlet, socks, and white cotton panties.

She opened up the CCTV program and started flicking through the live feeds. She had every room in the colony transmitted right to her computer. Nominally, this was for the evaluation of the colonists, but she’d made sure the same system was installed into the prefabricated parts that were already on their way to Mars. She’d be able to log into those cameras from the Hermes once they launched. Sam Hayden was working out in the gym with Colby Smith. It seemed like they were becoming friends. That’s good, she reckoned, she needs that solidarity among the science crew. The audio feed just transmitted the squeak and heavy clunk of the gym machines.

Dayton watched through the cameras as Carson walked back to the living quarters. He looked bewildered, confused, but she noticed he kept trying to readjust his junk in his green jumpsuit. She smiled with satisfaction; her plan worked. She switched cameras to his room as he opened the door, and he walked in.

“What the fuck was that” Carson muttered to himself in his room. He sat down on his bed, and Dayton felt a tingle run up her spine. He had clearly been trying to hide an erection on the walk back to his room. He seemed cagey, he glanced at the corners of the room, at the ceilings.

“He’s trying to find the cameras,” Dayton chuckled. She watched as he paced around the room, then sighed.

“I’m being paranoid,” he told himself.

“No you aren’t,” said Dayton, watching him. Since he knew about the other cameras, it made sense he would think there were some in the living quarters. Then again, she didn’t rate the man for much guile.

She looked down at her own body as she watched Carson step out of his jumpsuit and lay back on his bed. At 38, Dayton could still be a model, had she gone that route. Her seductive charm and beauty were two of her most prized assets, and she knew how to use them. Plus, she admitted, she enjoyed using them. A lot. Ordering this man around, making him her asset, watching him when he think’s he’s alone, using her body to arouse him, she felt incredibly powerful. Her hand slid down her abdomen, and under her thin panties. She was wet with desire.

Dayton opened another window, the gym again. Colby Smith was done working out and had just gone to the showers. Dayton didn’t feel as comfortable watching Colby, it felt wrong, but she didn’t stop. She watched her peel off the sweaty sports bra she was wearing, and watcher her bouncy tits jiggle. Dayton lifted up her singlet and rubbed her erect nipples. She imagined them, pale and perky, pressed up against Colby’s beautiful black skin, her tits soft and giggling as they kiss.

Then, on the other feed, she saw Carson unzip his jumpsuit, and a tingle of anticipation buzzed through her. He pulled his cock and balls out of his jumpsuit and immediately started jerking off. He sighed and closed his eyes. She wondered what he was fantasizing about.

“All these beautiful people at my fingertips,” she sighed, pushing her panties to the side. She started slowly rubbing her already wet and swollen labia, smearing her wetness around.

“Ohh yeah Tara, suck it,” grunted Carson on the CCTV. Dayton felt a shiver of pleasure course through her. He was hers alright. In the palm of her hand. She slid her other hand from the mouse and started to rub her clit, sighing with pleasure. Her wet fingers exploring her folds slid inside, and a moan escaped her lips.

“Mhmmm yes Mister Carson,” she whispered. Dayton arched her back and let out a muffled squeal as she orgasmed while watching Carson beat off. A gasp of pleasure came from the CCTV as Carson came all over his hand and belly. Tara Dayton sighed. With that release, she felt even more powerful. Seeing Carson clean himself up, seeing him at his most **** state, it made her feel like the most powerful woman in the world.

For these 11 people, she thought, she was.