Task List

“Lyndon Carson, come to my office,” came Tara Dayton’s voice over the intercom. An icy ball formed in his stomach. He walked over to the sink and washed the dirt off of his hands then he left the botany hall, his heart hammering in his chest. As he walked down the hall to Tara’s office, he recognized another sensation besides anxiousness; he was excited. The feelings confused him, but he didn’t stop walking. It wasn’t that he couldn’t, but for some reason, he didn’t want to. Even if the other half of his brain was furious and resented the power that she held over him, part of him had to admit, if only to himself, that it excited him too.

The walk was a short one, but myriad thoughts chased through his mind. He couldn’t imagine what scenario was so dire that he needed to show up this second, after all, he’d done everything Tara asked of him. Was she taking him in her confidence? Surely not.

It was quiet; Hayden and Smith were both out on a research mission in the tundra. The door to her office was open, and Tara was sitting at her desk. She looked serious. Carson found her extremely difficult to read, yet he could tell she wasn’t happy about something.

“Hey Tara, what can I do for you,” he said boyishly.

“Ah, sit down Lyndon. Come on in, you don’t need to spy on me from out there,” she said without emotion.

“I absolutely wasn’t Tara I,” he started but she cut him off.

“I know Carson, relax. Close the door.”

He sat, noticing as he did that her white jumpsuit was open at the front. He tried to hide his expression when he saw she wasn’t wearing anything under the open jumpsuit. It was open almost to her naval, and her cleavage was tantalizing. Carson felt the blood pumping in his eyes. Tara’s face relaxed.

“Now then Mister Carson, I’d like to tell you something.”

“I’m listening,” he croaked.

“It is my opinion that there is a spy in our midst.”

“Look Tara I… it’s not me,” he stuttered, but she cut him off with a laugh.

“Carson my God, I’m telling you this as head of Botany, the most important person in this colony,” she said, clearly trying to reassure him. “Don’t be so fuckin defensive.”

“Oh,” he said, straightening up in the chair. “I see. So… why do you think there is a spy? Did you catch someone on the cameras?”

“Haha, no, I did not. It would be better for my sources that we don’t discuss why I believe this. Take it… take it on faith Mister Carson.”

He assumed, from this, that she had back-channel communications with the company, as he doubted they’d tell her over the standard comms, which were accessible to the entire crew. He figured there must be another system. Something to look into at a later time.

“I see. What are we looking for? China?”

She shook her head dismissively. As she did, her boobs jiggled a little in her open jumpsuit. Carson tried to mentally will the thin material to move over an inch or two, but to no avail.

“SpaceY,” he asked, thinking about Green Mars’ rival.

“Could be,” she said, “could be anyone to be honest. Whoever they are or whatever they do, they’re a problem, and I’ll need you to help me find them.”

“So it’s anyone, but it’s not China?”

“Yes,” she said impatiently. “The Chinese have… vested interests in this project. They stand to benefit from our success. Why do you think I invited Min Li to the crew?

“I see. Interesting proposition. What’s in it for me?

“Proposition? No, call it a duty. The duty of a second in command,” she added, raising her eyebrow.

“I see. Head of Botany and spy catching.”

“You have many tasks Mister Carson, and I’ll see them fulfilled. The spy must be rooted out before launch, we have to know who is on our ship.”

“I agree,” he said, nodding, “why don’t you think I’m the spy though,” he asked, causing Tara to chuckle. He raised his eyebrow in irritation. “Something funny about that Tara?”

“You don’t think that’s funny? Interesting.”

“What’s that supposed to mean Tara,” he spat, getting annoyed.

“Jesus. Ok listen,” she began slowly, “if someone is sending a spy, they’d probably be the best that group has. Wait! Wait, I’m not saying you’re not excellent at your job Mister Carson, I’m saying that you’re not a spy.” She paused, and silence filled the room. She continued. “OK fine… I don’t think you’re a spy because good spies don’t try to **** their boss on the first week of the training mission Mister Carson. I thought that would have been obvious.”

“That’s not fair!”

“It isn’t? Which part? The part that you tried to **** me with smut, or the fact that spies wouldn’t bother to do that. Do you actually want to be accused of spying?”

“No, I mean… Nevermind.”

“Besides,” she added, “you’re too ambitious for a spy.”

That, he thought, was right. He had plans to sit in Tara’s chair, not to work for another company. He nodded slowly.

“I thought so. Now then,” Dayton said, standing, we have another matter for you to attend to. Another task, for the second in command. Her jumpsuit was tantalizingly open, hanging loosely, barely covering her tits at all.

“I have another task for you. A test of loyalty,” she continued. She shrugged the jumpsuit off, letting it fall to her feet. She was completely naked under it. She sat back in her chair, her legs open. “Eat my pussy.”

“Um, what the fuck,” exclaimed Carson, his heart suddenly quickening in his chest.

“I said eat my fucking pussy Mister Carson,” she said sharply, her face angry, her hands slowly rubbing herself. Carson wanted to object being taken so for granted, disrespected even, but he found himself compelled to walk over to her. Before he was aware he was doing it, he was getting down on his knees between her legs.

“Good man,” she said, her face emotionless. Carson felt the blood rush to his cock seeing her naked shaved pussy. Fuck, she’s gorgeous, he thought. His jumpsuit tented at the crotch. “Eat me.”

She was already wet and shining with juices when he started. She must love this, he thought, using him for her pleasure. Weather he resented her or loved it, he couldn’t say, but he knew his cock throbbed with anticipation. He ran his tongue up from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit. He savored her delicate flavour, and the quiet, yet relaxed sigh she made when he started. She squeezed her tits together and moaned softly.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice,” she purred, guiding his head to her clit, “that’s it there, don’t you stop now.”

He started slowly, licking a circle around her clit, teasing it gently. Her hands slid down to his head, holding him down on her, not hard, but enough. Her hips began to buck against his licks and her moaning got louder. He slid his index finger inside her sopping wet pussy, and she moaned louder.

“Ohh fuck, yeahyeahyeah,” she moaned, her hands gripping his head hard and held him down on her pussy. She closed her thighs around his head, and he could neither see nor hear, but her muffled moans. She started to scream, and her hips bucked, Carson felt like he’d suffocate on pussy.

“FUUCKfuuuckFUUUCK!”

Her hips bucked violently upwards and Carson’s mouth filled with her hot squirt while she held him down and screamed with pleasure. He swallowed it and kept licking, **** for more. His face was soaked. Just when he thought he’d have to stop and breathe, she relaxed her grip and thighs.

“That,” she gasped, “was very nice Mister Carson. I’m grateful for your time.” She stood and started putting her jumpsuit back on.

“What the fuck? Is that it,” he exclaimed, indicating to his bulging jumpsuit.

“That? Not today. For now. You’ve proven your loyalty to me and that is a valuable thing,” she said slowly, zipping up the open jumpsuit. “Your dedication is… admirable and it is noted.”

Frustration rippled through Carson. He needed to cum, badly. His cock throbbed for attention, and indignation rose up in him. He licked his lips and tasted Dayton’s pussy on his face. He wanted more, needed more but he knew if he got angry, if did what he wanted to do, and call her a fucking bitch, then he’d be going nowhere. Dayton sat down at her desk as if nothing happened.

“Dismissed Mister Carson,” Dayton said, turning to her computer.

“Fucking… ugh,” he grunted, and left the office.

He tried to hide the erection he still very much had on the walk back to his room. He was pretty sure he was successful too. Not sure, but pretty sure. He barely cared anyways. Within seconds of getting to his room, he’d taken off his jumpsuit and whipped out his cock. He scanned the room, looking for cameras. She must have one in here he thought as he started to jerk off.

He pictured Tara, naked and on her knees. He imagined the sound of her gagging around his cock as he fucked her face. Then he imagined the slutty moan of pleasure and pain when he shoved his cock up her ass. He groaned loudly and blew his load all over his hands. He held his cum covered hand up and gave the middle finger to all four corners of the room.

“Were you watching that Tara? Like that you cunt?!”

Deep down, he was pretty sure yes, she was watching, and yes, she enjoyed it. If he was honest with himself, he’d have admitted that he enjoyed it too.