Kappa-42

Things were running smoothly at station Kappa-42. Garbage from various space stations and colonies was hauled here for recycling. Waste was loaded into large reprocessing stations, like mini-factories breaking everything down to base elemental material. That material was then separated and packaged for resale back to various corporations and factories. It was an environmentally friendly practice and it helped reduce manufacturing costs.

Since this area of the Rim saw a lot of commercial traffic, Kappa-42 also had a refueling station and a modest marketplace where visitors could peruse various trinkets and foods while waiting for their ships to refuel. There was even a respectable cantina that served decent food and liquor.

As workers loaded trash into reprocessors and merchants plied their wares in the marketplace it seemed like a normal day. Upstairs in the Admin ward, executives filed their paperwork or at least tried to look busy to justify their salaries. At the rear center of the ward, the door to the station chief's office stood closed and sealed.

The desk just outside the door remained vacant for at least half an hour which, according to some office gossip, could mean only one thing. The chief's personal assistant was busy. It seemed cliche but the young lady must have her reasons. Climbing the corporate ladder seemed a stretch. How far could you advance at a place that recycles trash? Maybe she was just bored.

Morra knelt in front of her boss behind his desk assisting him. They needed to be discreet, she couldn't stand any more gossip. He wasn't the most attractive man nor was he particularly wealthy. Unfortunately, Morra's job was incredibly dull and this brought her some small measure of satisfaction.

Being stuck on a space station forty light years from home for ten months out of the year didn't afford her much time or opportunity for a social life. So she got her thrills where she could. Even if it meant blowing her mildly attractive boss at his desk a few times a week. It also meant job security since there were three or four equally bored office workers outside that door who wouldn't mind having her position and the pay bump that went with it.

Station Chief Parker tilted his head back and smiled while his lovely and petite assistant engorged herself on his average-size penis while he slowly ran his fingers through her chestnut brown hair. His thoughts floated between work and what type of wine to have with his dinner later.

Morra continued to bob her head up and down gliding her lips along his shaft while playfully licking the underside. Her hands gently massaged his hairy balls. He seemed to enjoy that as long as she didn't squeeze them too hard. She took his cock ballsdeep in her mouth, which wasn't difficult considering his size. The tip of his penis barely reached the back of her throat so she didn't have to worry about ****.

As he drew closer to climax, Morra could feel his cock throb in her mouth. This drew hesitation and she withdrew slightly. As his personal assistant, she knew what kinds of food he typically ate and she was the one who brought him his lunch today. A sandwich of heavily processed meat and cheese drenched in fatty liquid condiments and artificially grown vegetables. The thought made her uncomfortable. His cum was going to taste nasty.

She wanted to pull away but Parker held the back of her head, his fingers curled around locks of her hair. There was no escape as his penis continued to throb and he stared down at her intently, eager to see the look in her eyes when he shot his load down her throat.

She continued to bob more rapidly now, anxious to get it over with. He let out a quick moan as his manjuice squirted into her mouth. Moora winced as the bitter fluid slid across her tongue and down her throat. Thankfully it was a small load but she needed to rinse the foul taste out of her mouth.

As Morra pulled her mouth off his quivering member, the door alert chimed. Great, nice timing. Let's see if he's a gentleman and lets me rinse my mouth out before he opens the damn door.

Parker wasn't much of a gentleman. She had barely made it to the sink before he pressed a button on his desk and the door slid open with a hiss. She hurried to gargle her mouth out as a tall medium built man with dark brown hair stepped into the office.

He wore a security uniform and walked with purpose. Master Sergeant Nedris was the station's chief of security. He was a rude and arrogant man who played politic, acting nice and polite only when it suited him. He walked briskly to Parker's desk and handed him a datapad.

"I just received word from GF Command. They're sending someone to perform a random safety and security inspection." He seemed clearly annoyed. Parker returned a look of similar irritation. "We just had an inspection two months ago. What are they concerned about?"

"They didn't say. We've been ordered to give the inspector our full cooperation." Parker leaned back and began to read from the datapad. It displayed a bulleted list of items the inspector would be checking. "Who are they sending?" Nedris frowned and replied, "A Commander Aran. She should be arriving in a few hours." Parker nearly dropped the datapad as he sat up sharply with a wide-eyed look. "Samus Aran? They're sending her?"

Nedris cocked his head slightly to one side and shrugged. "Yeah, you know her?" Parker shot back with disbelief. "Don't you?" His security chief shrugged again and Parker was beside himself. "Samus.. Aran.. Only one of the most prolific bounty hunters in the galaxy! Actually saved the damn galaxy more than once. Those incidents on Zebes? SR388?" Nedris stood up straight but acted unconcerned. "Oh, that Aran. Should we be worried?" At this point, Nedris was either playing dumb or had struck his head recently.

"Why would the Federation send a bounty hunter to appraise our security? What's really going on?" Parker looked back to the datapad searching for insight as Morra exited the bathroom trying not to draw any attention. But the door was directly adjacent to Parker's desk. Nedris stood in front of it glaring sideways at her with a crooked smile.

She meekly lowered her head as she moved to stand beside her boss. Nedris shrugged again. "I have no idea. But I'll tighten up patrols and have my officers double check everything." Parker leaned forward and nodded. "I don't want any surprises. Our budget review is coming up and we don't need any setbacks. I want everything running tight as a drum when she arrives."

Nedris nodded then turned sharply to face Morra bearing a devilish grin. "Don't forget to floss." She gave him the finger as he walked briskly out of the office. Asshole! I can't believe I slept with that douche. He doesn't even shave his ass. She was still reflecting on that awkward experience when Parker snapped his fingers at her. "Earth to Morra. Are you listening? Have the galley prepare nicer menus and get a VIP cabin ready for the inspector. That will be all." Morra nodded and then hurriedly exited the office. This was going to be a busy day.