Disloyalty?

“As you know,” Tara Dayton told her assembled crew, “the Green Mars Corp was attacked yesterday by mercenaries working for SpaceY. So far, at least twenty people have been reported as dead.”

A shocked murmur spread through the listeners. Sam Hayden was sure he could see nervousness in Dayton’s eyes as she spoke. On the screen behind her, the Green Mars Corporation building smoked. Bullet holes pockmarked the main entrance façade.

“Our guys, hit back. We don’t have details on how much damage they did. We’re hoping it’s one and done. A tit for tat, and so be it, but we will need to be vigilant.”

Hayden felt Colby Smith hold his hand in hers. He was thankful for the connection. The human touch, so far from home, and feeling otherwise so very alone.

“Vigilant from all the threats we could face guys,” continued Dayton. “The Space Y mission launched a month ago, they’ll be landing on Mars when we’re just getting ourselves established there. We don’t know if those people will be towing the company line or if they’ll be explorers like us. Time will tell.”

Hayden reflected as Dayton spoke. They were more than halfway there at this point, well past any point of no return.

“The mission remains unchanged,” she continued. “The launch site was damaged, but not severely. It’ll be up and running for our scheduled resupply rocket, I’m assured of this. In the meantime. We’re just going to sit tight and continue to prepare for the mission. All good everyone?” The team nodded softly. “Alrighty, let’s get back to our duties ya’ll.”

The meeting broke up, and the crew went about their usual tasks. Smith and Hayden waited for their section head, who was talking with Lyndon Carson. Across the table sat Pamala Sheldon, who, when everyone had dispursed, leaned towards Smith.

“The weirdest thing happened yesterday,” she whispered to Smith.

“Do tell,” she said quietly, leaning towards Sheldon.

“Mister Man there,” Sheldon said, nodding her head toward Carson, “was actually nice to me yesterday.”

“Whaaaat,” chimed Smith with a chuckle, “dudes a dick, what did he want?”

“I wanted information, about the attack. I have a friend in security there, and I asked him. Didn’t tell me shit, but he was actually friendly. It was soooo weird.”

“Bet he’s trying to get in your pants,” said Smith with a raised eyebrow and half a giggle.

“Yeah probably….”

“Definitely,” chimed in Hayden, who had been listening. “We know the type of guy he is; he’s a tool.”

“Yeahhh, true,” chuckled Sheldon, “not a bad lookin tool though…”

“You’re not considering it Pam,” asked Smith, her eyes raised.

“I’m not, honestly. He’s a dick, I couldn’t like, date him, or anything.

“What about Hans?”

“Oh, we’re having fun, but like…” she trailed off. Hayden chuckled. She didn’t need to finish the sentence. Hermann was clearly more into her than the other way round, and he was, in Hayden’s opinion, a stone-cold weirdo.

“Anyways, I gotta go, but watch out for that one,” Sheldon said, standing.

“Sounds like you gotta watch out more like,” laughed Smith and Sheldon departed with a chuckle. Shortly afterwards, Carson left, and Tara Dayton sat down with her science team.

“You guys good?”

“Yeah, no worries, Tara,” answered Hayden. He thought she looked stressed and figured she had perfectly good reasons to be.

“All good,” chimed in Smith confidently.

“Good good. We have enough on our plate as it is right now.”

“No kidding. Are they sure about the supply rocket? That would be… a pretty major problem,” asked Hayden. He knew, as they all did, that the establishment of their base would rely on those supplies. After getting the initial set up, they’d need materials to build facilities, food they couldn’t grow, and all manner of spare parts.

“Yes, they’re confident. Seems like the damage was pretty minor at that site. Cleaned up in no time.”

“Glad to hear it. It’s crazy, all of this,” Smith said softly.

“Speaking of the SpaceY guys Tara,” added Hayden, “We’re going to watch the update broadcast from the SpaceY guys in the lab if you want to join us. Good to know what they’re up to right?”

“Unfortunately,” she said with a sigh, looking at the two of them, “I have some reports that need writing. I’m glad you’ll be watching it, as you said, good to know what they’re doing. Actually, guys, can you make some notes and give them to me after?”

“Of course, can do Tara,” said Smith cheerfully. “We gotta get the stream loading if we’re going to get it live Sam.”

Sam nodded, and the two stood to leave. Dayton stood also and pulled Smith in for a tight hug. Hayden was surprised, but when Dayton broke away, she hugged him too. He felt her braless tits press against his chest. Unbidden memories of their threesomes in the arctic rover flashed through his mind, and his cock stirred momentarily in his jumpsuit. Dayton pulled away, a soft smile on her face.

“You two take care now,” she said, and turned around and left. Hayden watched her ass wiggle as she left. He thought the hug was weirdly intimate, and he felt a little bad he’d been fantasizing about another woman in front of his girlfriend, even if they had shared her together.

“Earth to Sam?”

“Shit. My mind… I tell ya,” he spluttered, seeing a smile on Smith’s face.

“Yeah, with everything going on it’s hardly surprising,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “I can barely concentrate on anything either. Anyways, let’s go.” The two walked back to the science lab, hand in hand.

“She’s been acting a little weird don’t you think,” he ventured as they walked.

“Tara? Yeah I guess so,” Smith said. “She must be so stressed out right now. Think she wants to… you know…” she trailed off.

“Join us,” he asked tentatively.

“Yeah. I mean it was pretty fun to have her with us,” she said, opening the laboratory door for her boyfriend. Hayden smiled.

“It was fuckin hot babe,” he croaked huskily, as he turned on the live SpaceY feed. He sat down next to Smith in their lab chairs. She put her arm around him as the feed started.

The founder of SpaceY was some egotistic billionaire that had dumped money after money into his Mars expedition, and was leading it himself. Their ship was clearly built like the Hermes, and he was speaking to the camera in the weightless section.

“Dramatic much,” said Smith, rolling her eyes dramatically.

“Seriously, fuck this dude. Hated him way before all this.”

“We would like to express,” the founder said sanctimoniously, “our condolences to the Green Mars Corporation people…”

“Boooo,” exclaimed Smith, “booo-ooo!”

“What a fucking prick. He kills people and then gives condolences? Fuck him.” The two kept watching with increasing anger as he spoke about… nothing.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to work for them?”

“What do you mean,” Hayden asked, confused. “Like, as an employee?”

“Yeah, like do you ever wonder about after if they’d called instead of Tara?” Hayden thought this felt weird, or that she’d rehearsed the question. Something he couldn’t quite place, like her language was stilted.

“Like… Imagine it on Mars, we’re in kinda like different countries when we get there. It could be completely different in their place after a while.

“I hadn’t thought like that to be honest,” he paused then added, “it never occurred to me that I’d be loyal to another company.”

“Really,” she asked, raising her eyebrow. “You never thought about you, it’s a company not a marriage after all.”

“No, not really,” he said, slowly. He found this entire line of thought weird. He was barely paying attention to the stream anymore. The paranoia from training had all but vanished from his mind, but it was rushing back. They were on a trip to another planet, how could she even consider switching teams as a joke even? The stream ended as he contemplated it.

“Thank god that douchcanoe is done talking,” sighed Smith, who then yawned. “Goddamn I’m tired. Slept like shit last few nights.”

“Want me to take care of this report babe,” he asked, seeing the sleepiness in her face.

“Thanks hun, owe you one,” she said, clearly relieved. “See you tomorrow OK?”

“See you,” he said, and the two kissed.

“Don’t stay up too late,” she said, and sauntered down the hallway.

Hayden sat with his thoughts for a moment, then focused on the report he was writing. It was just notes on his intercom, brief, couple of points he’d tell Dayton about it and be done. His focus was disrupted by his anxiety, which seemed intent on not leaving him in peace. The conversation with Smith had seemed innocent, yet it wouldn’t leave his head. He never thought of himself as a Company Man, far from it, but imagining being disloyal when this far beyond all recourse rubbed him the wrong way.

He tried to shake the thoughts from his mind, and horny as he was, his mind went to sex. Tara Dayton’s blonde head between Colby’s caramel thighs, making her squeal. Fucking Colby while Tara watched. He felt his cock grow in his underwear.

But the anxiety was there to stay. He cursed softly and stood up to leave. He’d give her the report, go to his room, jerk one out, and try to sleep. Easy peasy.

His footsteps clinked down the lonely hallway. Everyone was in bed he assumed, and the lights were off in the common areas. He knocked softly on the first door by the kitchen labeled ‘Mission Commander Dayton.’

“One sec,” came her muffled voice, and the door slid open. Her jumpsuit sleeves were tied around her waist, and she was wearing a white singlet. Hayden’s eyes were drawn to her nipples, clearly visible through the material. “Come on in, pull up a seat.”

“Made a little report for ya on the SpaceY dipshit expedition,” he said, pulling out his intercom and sitting on the bed.

“Thanks. How was it,” she asked, sitting in her chair.

“Boring to be honest. The boss was just rambling on in zero G about their grand vision.”

“Say anything about the attack?”

“Gave us his condolences,” Hayden said, his voice dripping with scorn.

“Prick,” she responded tersely. “Fucking scumbag. Hate him so goddamn much. Anything else of substance.”

“No… not really.”

“You don’t seem very sure Sam,” she said softly.

“It’s nothing,” he said curtly, hoping she’d leave it there. Dayton moved over to the bed and sat next to him.

“If you’re sure but listen; you can come to me if you’re concerned about something. Even if it doesn’t seem important, remember that there’s nothing unimportant in a mission like this.”

“I understand,” he said softly, nodding. He felt like Dayton could see right through him.

“I’m glad you’re here Sam, as a matter of fact. Alone.”

“Alone?” His heart quickened.

“Yes, alone. You see… We, the company, are worried about espionage. I’ve harped on that all the time of course. And well, I worry sometimes Sam. With the attack on our stations, SpaceY could be looking for weaknesses.”

“Weaknesses like what?”

“The same weakness that has plagued every civilization Sam: human weakness. Greed… power… lust… there are a lot of reasons to be loyal, and as many to be disloyal. Loyalty is what keeps me up at night. We’re as protected as we can be from a foreign attack, but the enemy within? That’s up to us.”

“What can I do to help Tara?” He felt her hand slide down to his thigh and squeeze gently. He felt strange but didn’t want her to take it away.

“I worry that the other companies are going to poach our people. That they’ll give someone a better contract, and they’ll take the opportunity to jump ship to them. The damage that would do…”

“Jesus,” he breathed, getting increasingly worried. Anxiety coursed through his mind.

“Have you… heard something like that Sam,” she asked, her gaze piercing him.

“Um… I, no of course not,” he spluttered.

“Shh,” she said, her eyes softening, leaning in closer to him. “I won’t make you betray anyone. But listen, you know what’s out there for us Sam. I’m going to trust you to tell me if you hear something like that from now on, OK?”

“No but really though, I haven’t,” he began, but she cut him off by placing a finger on his lips.

“We don’t need to talk about it Sam,” she said softly. Her face was close to his. He felt her hand drift up his leg.

“Tara, I…” he began to say, but stopped when her small hand found his package in his pants.

“Do you want me to stop,” she breathed in his ear, gently rubbing his stiffening cock through his pants.

“N… no,” he gasped. She responded by way of leaning over him and unzipping his jumpsuit. Her warm little hand slid under his underwear and he groaned with pleasure as she softly grasped his now fully erect cock, and started gently rubbing him. Sam leaned back, groaning, “hmghm that’s fucking good”

Tara slid herself lower, putting her head in his lap, and slid his throbbing cock into her mouth. She sucked slowly, making soft slurping sounds each time she almost withdrew him, before taking him slightly deeper than the time before.

“Oh, fuck you’re good,” he gurgled, watching her blonde head bob on him. His hand slid down her back and he pushed her singlet up to touch her breasts. She moaned softly, and the feeling of her lips on him sent a shiver of pleasure through his body.

“Cum for me Sam,” she whispered, withdrawing his cock from her mouth to speak, before plunging back down and taking his cock deep in her throat. She gagged a little, withdrew, then started bobbing quickly, loudly slurping on the mix of saliva and precum. Sam’s mind exploded with sensation.

“Fuck fuuuuuck,” he groaned loudly, feeling pulse after pulse of hot cum pump into Tara’s eager mouth. She made soft, sloppy sounds as she took it, then sat up, cum dripping from her lips, and swallowed it while he watched, gasping.

Sam felt incredible, but a wave of guilt exploded in his mind. He felt ashamed yet wanted more. He felt like he’d given into weakness, yet he felt like a million bucks. He felt like he’d just ruined a really good thing with Colby, yet that had easily been one of the best blowjobs of his life.

“Colby doesn’t have to know about this Sam,” she said, licking his cum from her lips. Tara seemed to have read his conflicted feelings yet again, he thought.

“I uh, should,” he began, awkwardness setting in.

“Of course,” Tara said, standing. She hadn’t adjusted her singlet since she’d been blowing him, and her tits looked amazing in the dim light of the cabin. She smiled. “I’ve said it before, but loyalty is everything to me Sam, and it does have its rewards.”

Sam finished adjusting his clothing, and smiled to her before leaving.

“I uh, have a good night Tara.”

“I will,” she beamed. Thanks Sam.”

The door closed. Hayden walked slowly to his cabin. He felt so deeply ashamed for having cheated on his girlfriend, yet excited. Was it cheating, he asked himself. Maybe since they’d already had a threesome… No. He knew what it was.

He got to his cabin and laid back on the bed. He was exhausted, and he chuckled to himself that he’d sleep well since Tara sucked the life out of him, but that wasn’t to be. Memories of the conversation, the head, and the strange conversation with Smith all danced through his head.