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Ramona Wagner stretched and slid slowly out of the embrace of her nice, warm bed. It felt tragic to leave, but all the same she tapped the alarm that was beeping on her desk. She caught her reflection in her bathroom vanity. She looked tired, her long red hair tumbled messily down her chest, and she shuddered a little in the cold, wearing just the singlet and panties she’d slept in.

She opened her laptop and then her website. It would take nearly fifteen minutes to open the page this far away from Earth. She’d been filming with Schwartz, mostly in the zero-G part of the ship, but occasionally in their rooms too. She had reopened her porn account mostly because she enjoyed it, but now, she had more money than she’d ever had in her life, and nowhere to spend it. The first time she’d preformed solo in zero-G, her account exploded, and now she was the biggest account on the website.

“I’m probably the most famous person on the mission,” she chuckled to herself. She was proud, but nervous. What if the company told her to shut it down? What would happen if they decided it was too risqué for them? It’s not like she wasn’t aware of her priorities she told herself. Her main job, her raison d'etre, was growing food for the crew. Nothing could change that.

She grabbed her shower things and headed down the hall. She, like most of the crew, had stopped worrying about being fully dressed when doing so, after all, everyone had seen more salacious stuff around the ship lately. Hans Hermann was leaving the showers when she walked in. Wagner felt his eyes linger on her half-naked body. She thought about him fucking Pamala Sheldon in front of everyone and wondered what a show like that would net her online. It would destroy the fun secret they had, but the idea of a live audience made excited her.

Wagner undressed in the small shower room, still thinking about her show. She was horny and looking forward to her next scene with Dr Schwartz. There was one thing she hadn’t done with him yet, camera or not, and it was the most requested on the site. She thought about masturbating but thought letting the excitement build could be more fun. The warmish water poured down her back. She showered quickly, wishing it was warmer in the shower room.

When she got back to her room, she saw that her website had loaded. The latest video thumbnail played silently. It was her floating in the zero-G section, fucking herself with a think dildo and moaning loudly. She smiled, thinking about how impossible it seemed that nobody heard her at the time. She clicked the account information tab, and it showed her the money she’d made this week.

“More than a month’s pay on this ship,” she said to herself. “Wish I had something to spend it on.”

Wagner tied her damp hair back into a ponytail and stripped off her clothes. She dug around the drawer for a fresh set of underwear, a bra, and a singlet, and put them off to the side. Then she opened the draw beneath. Inside was the thick, purple dildo from the video, a smaller one with a flared base, a small bottle of lube, and a jewel buttplug. She smiled with anticipation, grabbed the lube, plug, and her camera, setting it down on the table, running.

“Heyyy fans,” she said seductively. “Like what you see?” She rubbed her tits and slid her hand down to the small strip of red hair above her pussy. I’m going to give you a sneak peek for what’s gonna happen later. My man’s gonna be a lucky boy,” she said, producing the buttplug. “I’m going to wear this allll day, and then… you can guess…”

She let the camera see her rub a little dab of lube on the buttplug, and then she turned around, bent over and held herself up on the side of the bed, using her other hand to spread her ass cheeks. Her finger found her pussy, and she slid it inside briefly, then removed it, shiny with her juices.

“I’m sooo wet and ready for this, guys,” she cooed, grabbing the plug and sliding it around the rim of her asshole. She slid it inside with a soft moan. It made her feel so full, and so very horny. Her pussy ached with need. She wiggled her ass a little, showing off the shiny plug.

“You’re going to have to tune in later to see what I get up,” she said to the camera, turning. “Bye for now.”

She closed the camera, and plugged it in, and the file began to upload. She dressed while the computer did its thing. She wished Schwartz had slept over last night so she could fuck his brains out, but instead, she had to go to work.

Breakfast was quick. She ate some pre-packaged oatmeal that they had left and headed to the botany lab. Raynor Schwartz was already working when she arrived. She gave him a quick kiss as they exchanged pleasantries. She wanted what she had in store to be a surprise for him, and her viewers, so she didn’t mention how wet the buttplug was making her.

The crops were thriving, and the three members of the botany crew were soon busy working on pruning, replanting, repotting and reseeding. The work, she reflected, could never ever stop. Normally, her importance for everything that happened on the ship, and the colony, made her feel amazing and valued. But today, she remained hopelessly distracted.

Over lunch, the three botanists sat together discussing the crops. Against all odds, Wagner felt like even Lyndon Carson was lightening up. The closer they got to Mars, the more easy to get along with he became. And of course, she and Raynor Schwartz were very close indeed. If Carson knew about her and Raynor, he hadn’t made it known.

“Only a month away from terminal procedures,” beamed Carson over his place of salad, “I can’t wait.”

“Me too,” said Wagner, “to stretch our legs and get out of this ship is almost as exciting as stepping foot on Mars!” She was only half serious, but the excitement to get out of this very small ship was very real.

“I’d love to see the sky, any sky,” agreed Schwartz. “It will be black, and starry, and one tiny blue orb…” he trailed off. They knew he meant Earth. It would be a tiny dot in the sky. It might be now if they were able to look thought Wagner. While they’d been talking, Tara Dayton had walked up to their table.

“Afternoon guys. Ramona, I need to speak with you, mind joining me in my office,” she said seriously. An icy ball of fear welled up in Wagner. Had someone found out about the channel? They’d make her cancel it, surely.

“Yes, of course Tara,” she said, making eye contact with Schwartz as she stood. His eyes tried to tell her not to worry, but worried she was. As they walked in silence, Wagner tried to imagine what she was going to say, what she could do to prevent this ruining everything.

They walked into the science lab and past Sam Hayden and Colby Smith working at their desks. Dayton invited her in, and she sat, quite aware she hadn’t taken the buttplug out, and conscious that she was about to get in trouble for shooting porn with it still in her ass. She wasn’t ashamed; she’d never been ashamed of her second career, but the last thing she wanted was to get in trouble.

“So, Ramona, I have to talk to you about something, and I’m sure you know what it is,” she began seriously, and seeing Ramona nod, she continued. “Corporate has become aware, and made me aware, that you have a very profitable side hustle making porn.”

“Yes, I do, and let me just say…” she began, heatedly, ready for the argument, but Dayton cut her off.

“Let me finish,” she said curtly, yet with a softness to her voice. She continued, “you’re not in trouble Ramona.”

“I’m… not,” she said slowly, feeling somehow disarmed, yet also relieved.

“No, listen,” she started to explain, “corporate made me aware of it last night, but I’ve already known for some time now, and it’s fine. I knew about your work before we hired you, I’m sure you knew?”

“I didn’t know that,” she said softly. She was confused, but truthfully, not surprised. She expected background checks but had assumed it was something they ignored.

“You do good work, I don’t wish to embarrass you.”

“I’m not embarrassed,” she said proudly, “I do this because I like it, because the human body is not something to be ashamed of, and neither is sex.”

“I like that, Ramona. Totally agree,” she said, nodding. Wagner wasn’t surprised Tara was OK with it, she was very open about sex after all, but that corporate had talked to her about it but was ok with it did.

“Now then, Corporate,” continued Dayton, “wanted me to talk to you about the… um, financial side of the venture.” It seemed to Wagner like this conversation was more awkward to Dayton than the one about porn. “Corporate just wanted me to tell you that they support your venture, and that if there is a need for an official partnership with the corporation, that they would be open to such an arrangement.”

“Wait, are they offering me a sponsorship, is that it,” she asked incredulously.

“In a sense... they see what you’ve done, and support it, and would like you to consider being open to cooperation in the future.”

“Ok, but what’s that actually mean in real life?”

“Look, I’ve said what corporate wanted me to say, so let me say what I think,” she said, breaking from her icy, buisness persona, into her normal friendly self, “corporate sees what you’ve done, they like it. No, they like the money you make. They’d never considered your buisness model, the potential of low G first and foremost.” She said, raising her eyebrows at the last part. “They want in.”

“In how?”

“In like, they want to start a pornography studio on Mars. Side gig for the tourist trade probably. They haven’t talked details yet. Basically, they like what you’re doing, and want to be in on the ground floor.”

“That’s a lot to think about,” Wagner said slowly.

“There would be capital investment, in the company and you,” said Dayton. More money Wagner thought. It was stunning, yet deeply unreal to think about. She was a student, doing literally anything to make ends meet before she applied to the program. Now, capital investments and nowhere to spend them.

“Wow, like, they’d be paying me extra and I’d have my revenue,” she asked, to confirm what she was sure Dayton had said.

“Yes exactly. They seem very interested in your success Ramona.”

“What about Raynor? He is a participant after all. Does he not…?”

“Ah yes, Dr Schwartz,” she said, “you’d be welcome to offer him any proportion of the fees you see fit, and any arrangement you have in place between you two is acceptable to the company. He… well, nobody thinks it was his idea, shall we say? You’re the star, we all know it.”

“That’s a lot to think about… can I…?”

“Take all the time you need Ramona. I’d be happy to ask them for any details or proposals they have in mind also, if that interests you.”

“Yes, thank you that would be great.”

“Either way you decide,” said Dayton, smiling, “congratulations for your success Ramona, seriously. We all do whatever we can to thrive in the world, and you have done so well. I hope you’re very proud, because you should be.”

“Thank you,” Wagner responded, blushing, “it means a lot, seriously.”

“Anyways, you can head back to your duties, I’m sure your team misses you. And have a great rest of your day, I’ll see you round,” said Dayton as she stood. The two shook hands formally, and Wagner departed, grinning.

Wagner walked into the botany hall and saw Lyndon Carson tending to a tomato plant. He looked up as she walked in.

“All good?”

“Yes, no problems,” she said with a smile. She continued down the hallway and stopped when she saw Raynor Schwartz. He was bent over a squash, manually pollinating the flowers. For a bookish sort of guy, he was well built, and her eye was drawn briefly to his slim butt. He sat back and scratched at the salt-and-pepper stubble on his chin, then turned and saw Wagner.

“Ramona! Good, is everything OK,” he asked, standing and rushing over to her. She responded by pulling him deep into a kiss. Their tongues intertwined and she pulled him against her body. At first, he seemed stiff, surprised, then pulled her into his kiss with equal fervor. She broke the kiss and backed up with a grin.

“Yes, everything is great,” she said, beaming ear to ear.

“Tell me,” he said, giving her ass a playful squeeze.

“So a few things. First, remember how I was worried the company would find out about the channel. They did, but they want to invest in in it, not shut it down!”

“What? That’s amazing! And such a relief.”

“I guess there’s no such thing as bad press for them.”

“No bad money for them either.”

“Exactly and they want in. I haven’t said yes yet.”

“Will you?”

“I’ll see what’s on offer,” she said magnanimously, and giggled.

“What else? You said there was…”

“Oh right,” she said, cutting him off, with excitement. She was wearing her jumpsuit around her waist, and she undid the tied-up sleeves as she spoke. She bent over, pushing the jumpsuit down around her ankles, and brushed aside her thong. “I’ve been wearing this for you.”

“Oh my gott,” he whispered, cupping her ass.

“All day,” she said, sighing softly as his finger found her wet pussy. Then she stood, making him slide it out, and she pulled her jumpsuit back up. “And when we’re doing work this afternoon, you’re going to take it out of me…” she paused and pulled herself up against him so that she was whispering huskily in his ear, “and you’re going to fuck me in my ass.”

“Holy shit,” he breathed.

“But you have to be patient till then, OK?” She kissed him lightly on the cheek.

“Of course. The time… I’ll be begging the clock to speed up.

“Good,” she said, and left him to continue her planting, giving her bum a playful wiggle as she walked.

The appointed time absolutely dragged after that, but it was part of the game. She liked seeing his glances, the lust in his eyes, and she played it up. When she bent over a planter, he’d give her ass a squeeze or a playful smack if nobody was around.

Several seeming endless hours later, Lyndon Carson loudly said to them “well, I think we’ve done all we can. I’m gonna hit the gym,” and with that, the day was over. The other two hurried straight to Wagner’s room. She spent a few anticlimactic minutes checking her camera angles, then, feeling ready, she walked over to it, and turned it on.

“Are you ready? I’ve been waiting for this allll day,” she said to the camera, then she turned and pulled down her jumpsuit. She pulled Schwartz into the frame and pulled her bra off. Then she knelt in front of him, pulling his jumpsuit zipper down as she did. She pulled down his underwear and took his cock immediately into her mouth. She swirled her tongue on the build up of precum. She loved to taste it and know her teasing had the desired effect. “Are you ready to stick this nice, thick, cock up my ass baby,” she purred, her lips still touching his tip.

“Oh my god, all day I’m ready for it.” She stood up and opened a drawer and produced the little bottle of lube and handed it to Schwartz. Then she stepped out of her drenched panties and leaned over the bed. She hoped she got the camera angle right. His fingers grasped the buttplug, and he slowly pulled it out of her, the tightness of the ring of her asshole as he withdrew the widest part made her moan softly. She felt the absence almost as much as it being there in the first place.

“Fuck me baby,” she moaned, “fuck my ass.”

She felt his lubed finger on her ass and push the cold lube in and around her tightest hole. The cold was shocking, but his finger felt amazing. Then, he withdrew, and she felt his thick cock line up with her. The feeling was intense. At first, it hurt a little, but as she get used to the sensation, it felt amazing, and she started to touch her clit with her free hand.

A moan burst from her lips when he slid himself even deeper into her.

“Ohhh fuck, sooo tight,” he gasped, pushing himself all the way into her. He started to thrust, slowly, rhythmically, letting her adjust to it.

“Ohhh…. Fuck,” she moaned, as he thrust harder. His balls slapped against her pussy each time he pushed into her. She felt so full, like there was no more space for him, but it felt amazing. She moaned louder and felt her pussy drip with wetness. “Cum inside me,” she cried out, barely able to contain her voice, “fill my ass with y-your cummm!”

She worked her clit furiously as she started to cum. She screamed and felt herself clench on Raynor’s cock, then cried out again as she felt him spirting rope after rope of hot cum into deep into her ass, groaning loudly. She came again with her fingers and felt drips of her cum run down her hand. The other arm ached from holding herself up, but she didn’t care. She moaned again when he withdrew slowly, and she felt a river of cum run down her asscrack and thighs. It felt incredible, and she stayed for a moment to ensure the camera could see it, before she stood, blew a kiss to the camera, and shut it off.

Schwartz collapsed, gasping in the bed and Wagner sat on the chair, not caring how much cum was dripping out of her, and started to upload the video. Then she flopped in the bed next to Schwartz, and the two embraced in postcoital bliss.

The two, after a time, resumed their normal evening activities, and went to their respective rooms after dinner. Ramona opened her site, thinking her video must have uploaded by now. It had, she saw, then she noticed the notifications. She read the numbers and blinked.

Then she reread them, and her heart raced.

She was now the richest person on this ship and soon, Mars.