The Briefing

Loyalty, loyalty before everything, Tara Dayton thought to herself. Halfway through the Greenland training mission, and things were going very well. She had Lyndon Carson in the palm of her hand and the “spy” search was going well. Everyone was working well together. Lyndon Carson had caused some friction, sure, but he was… useful in his own way. It was worth keeping him around as her number two, as much to ensure he was the designated villain as anything else. Besides; playing with him was getting quite fun she admitted to herself.

Still, she wanted the crew to be a tight knit team, not just a collection of co-workers from different departments. That meant a mission, a shared purpose and a goal to accomplish. With Greenland’s full summer upon them, she knew what to do. She decided to announce her plan over dinner. When everyone had helped themselves to the steaming bowls of vegetable spaghetti, she called them to attention.

“Team, as you know we have planned, during this training session, to conduct a mission to determine the team readiness. Today, I would like to announce that, in two weeks time, we will be beginning that mission. The goal: The North Pole.” The team murmured with excitement. “Each of us will have an important part to play. Hayden, grab the lights.” She turned on the screen in the meal hall to display a map of the route they would take.

“The science team will be taking the rover out on this journey, because of the distance and staffing, we will only use three of the four seats,” she looked around and saw every set of eyes on her. “The pilots,” she said, indicating to Li and Alain, “will be flying supply runs to predetermined sites over the coming weeks, and will be on call during the journey for emergency resupply or evacuation.

“Medic Kellerman will be on call also to support the mission, and Doctor Alphonse, you will continue normal duties here. Sheldon, glad to see you up and about again. You and Hermann will run the mission command center, with Carson in charge. The remainder of staff will need to carry the bulk of botany and hab duties, so expect to be busy too. Questions before I continue?”

“I know you said three but shouldn’t there be a medic on site for the journey,” asked Kellerman, standing. Dayton nodded.

“Yes, I considered that, but the shuttle craft at full power can make it to a critical emergency in an hour at the furthest point of the expedition. Given the team-wide first aid and arctic training, I felt it unnecessary to have that intervention on site. Kellerman nodded and sat back down. “Any other questions?” The hall was silent, each team member waiting on Dayton’s every word.

“Very well. There will be department meetings forthcoming to discuss the particulars. I’d like department heads to compose plans for each operation before that meeting. In the meantime, enjoy your dinner, and think about how best you can get our team to the North Pole!”

The team applauded and cheered. As she sat down to eat her meal, Dayton listened to the hall alive with chatter about the Pole. She was thrilled. A few weeks of preparation and she’ll be in the rover on the way. She figured it was just the sort of team building the crew needed.

“Tara, are you going to need anything from us about the plan,” asked Hayden, sitting across the table.

“No Sam I’m good, actually, the three of us should do our first briefing tomorrow, Colby? Oh, you’re right there. Yes, so the three of us we’ll have a meeting first thing tomorrow to discuss what we need to do. Cool?” The two nodded.

Tara Dayton slept well that night, knowing her crew were hard at work. She arrived early the next morning, sipping a cup of tea that the Botany team had grown. She missed coffee more than most things, but they’d need a lot more growing space for such luxuries. Sam Hayden and Colby Smith arrived together a few minutes later. They seemed surprised by Dayton’s presence, and awkward. She made a mental note to check the CCTV later before changing her mind. She felt strange about that and decided not to. With Carson, he had crossed the line first, but this felt weird. She dismissed such thoughts and after some morning pleasantries, began the briefing. The plan she outlined would see the three of them driving from the base in the rover, a big eight wheeled machine that could drive autonomously.

“We’ll really just be passengers for most of the trip,” she explained, “the autopilot needs live testing just as much as we do after all, and I’d rather have any problems worked out now. We’ll all get turns to drive though.”

“Do we have a flag to bring,” asked a smiling Smith.

“We do! It’s just a little one, but like everything else here, it’s a copy of the one we’ll use on Mars.”

“Figures the company thought of everything eh,” chimed in Hayden. Dayton nodded.

“Indeed. They’ve given us a really good opportunity here. It’ll be a long, and probably boring drive but I am excited all the same. We can really prove ourselves here guys, and we’ll see the North Pole! By the time we’re done, we’ll be so close to departure we won’t even notice it.” The two were smiling and looking at each other, and Dayton was sure they were as excited for the mission as she was.

“I’ll give the crawler a once over,” said Hayden when we’re done here.

“Good idea, yes make sure it’s ready to go, and Colby, start gathering stores for the trip. Food, water and the like. There’s a lot of water where we’re going, but we’re prepping for Mars, so if we need it, we’ll have to bring it or pick it up. Food also, spares, you get it. There’s an estimate of requirements on the briefing paper, feel free to look at the document after.”

“It’s going to be crowded even with three instead of four,” chuckled Hayden ruefully.

“Poor man’s gonna be trapped in that tiny rover with girls for two weeks,” laughed Smith.

“There are worse punishments than being stuck in a place with two beautiful women,” he said, smirking. The three laughed and went about their tasks.

The weeks of preparation seemed to fly by. The entire crew threw themselves into the tasks at hand. The two pilots were exhausted by tempo but happy to do the work. The command center was set up in the main hall so everyone left behind could track the progress. Right up until the night before the trip, all was going well and ahead of schedule. The final briefing was a synch. Each team leader briefed the whole team on their part to play, and their objectives. There was not even new information delivered because everyone was already well appraised with the situation.

“You all know what you’re doing,” she said at the end of the briefing, “you’re all part of this amazing adventure of discovery, and it’s going to be a great practice, but also a great experience. Take it seriously. The Arctic may not be Mars, but it’s hazardous enough. Apply yourself to you duties, work together, and we’ll see you in a few weeks. Now get some rest guys, we’ll need it.” The crew gave a light cheer and began to disperse.

“Hey Tara, I’m going give the rover one last check,” said Hayden, coming over to her.

“I’ll go too,” chimed in Smith. Dayton nodded and the two left together. She watched them leave, noting their closeness when they walked.

“They’re fucking right,” chimed in Lyndon Carson, who had been sitting nearby.

“Hm?”

“Colby and Sam, they’re fucking, you can see it in how they walk together.” Dayton looked at Carson. He was dirty, and looked tired, yet he was smiling. His crew had been working pretty hard manually collecting the harvest, packing it and sending it on supply runs with the shuttles. He’d been working on it until the hour of the final brief, and he’d be working on growing more when they were gone.

“I think so yeah,” she said to him, smiling a little. “Carson… You’ve done good work these past weeks and months. The mission prep went smoothly, and you were a big part of that, so, thank you.”

“No thank you. This is an everybody mission, we’re in it together.”

“A man of such ambitions as you being a team player? How novel,” she laughed, playfully shoving him. He chuckled.

“My team has done well, what can I say? The Euros worked damn hard, but don’t you dare tell them I said that.”

“Magnanimous even. My my, what’s become of you?”

Carson gave her a somewhat confused look. Clearly, he wasn’t prepared for her to be so friendly, but she was in a good mood.

“So, you um, ready for your trip then?”

“More or less. Actually,” she paused and considered her words, “I’ve something to discuss with you in my office. Ten minutes.” She stood and briskly walked away without further explanation or looking back; she knew he’d obey. She entered the empty science lab to her office and sat down heavily in the chair.

“They’re fucking right,” went Carson’s voice in her memory. Yes, she thought, they probably are. She opened up the CCTV icon on her computer and switched cameras to the vehicle bay. There were no cameras in the rover, but she turned the viewfinder to see into the windows of the machine. Sure enough, Hayden was plowing Smith from behind in the cockpit of the Rover. She couldn’t hear any sound from inside the rover, but Smith’s face made it look like she was having an orgasm. She shut the program. It felt wrong, using it on Smith and Hayden, but curiosity had got the better of her. Or was it horniness? She felt a flutter in her chest thinking about it. In any event, she knew the score now, no need to watch further.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hm he’s early. Enter!” Lyndon Carson walked in and closed the door behind him. He had bags under his eyes.

“You look tired Lyndon.”

“I am tired. Keeping a colony fed is no easy feat as it is, especially when half the food you grow needs to be sent to supply dumps.”

“I understand that. It’s been a busy couple of weeks for the whole crew. I called you in here because I wanted to talk about protocols when I’m gone. If something happens out there, we’ll need the mission to be in safe hands.”

“What do you need from me?”

“In this desk, there is a brown envelope,” she pulled it out, showing him where she stores it. It contains your orders in the event of my incapacitation. You will not open this document unless I am, indeed, incapacitated. Is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. If you do open it without authorization, I will know.”

“You don’t need to tell me that Tara, I know.”

“Good. I doubt you need reminding also that the CCTV network is both secret and off limits to you. If you need it, I will authorize you remotely to use it, and you will otherwise pretend it doesn’t exist. Clear?”

“Sure sure, I can’t do shit, can’t look at shit. Is that all?”

“No need to get annoyed Mister Carson, it’s important to me that we’re on the same page.”

“I know how to do my job Tara.”

“Do you? Interesting.”

“Bitch.”

“That’s not very nice Mister Carson.”

“Look Tara, I’m exhausted, and I doubt I’m gonna get much rest for the next couple weeks. Is there something else you needed from me or are you just playing games?”

“You’re patient enough to watch plants grow but not have a conversation?”

“Fuck you Tara,” he muttered, and stood to leave.

“Wait.”

He turned and looked at her, irritation in his eyes.

“I have another task for you Mister Carson,” she said sharply, watching the anger in his eyes.

“Out with it, Tara; I have shit to do.”

Dayton stood and walked around her desk and stood in front of it. She unzipped her white jumpsuit, and shrugged it off, leaving her wearing just a white, singlet, socks and panties.

“Fuck me Mister Carson,” she said sharply, sitting back on her desk, spread her legs. He walked over slowly, staring right through her, looking her up and down, not speaking, or changing his expression. He pulled her little panties aside and roughly pushed his index and middle fingers into her wet, quivering pussy.

“Mmm, good man,” she purred.

“Fucking slut,” he grunted, his fingers picking up tempo, “already wet and ready.”

“Mhmmm, that’s right. Now take out your cock,” she said sharply, leaving no room for discussion. He slid his fingers out of her, and pushed them into her mouth roughly, making her taste herself. The rough, feral energy, and her taste on her tongue drove her wild with anticipation and her pussy ached for more. He unzipped his jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor, then pulled his cock out of his underwear without bothering to take them off. His circumcised tip shone with precum. He grabbed her panties in both hands and tore them right off her body and tossed the damp, torn material aside. Then he grabbed her hard around the waist pushed his cock roughly inside her, maker her body explode with sensation. His pace was rough and wild, he slammed himself inside her relentlessly, and she laid back, wailing with pleasure and cumming on his cock while her mouse and keyboard clattered to the floor behind her.

“Ahhhhaaaa, FUCK,” she cried out, “fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

“Yeah, take it you fuckin slut, take it,” grunted Carson as he plowed her. Her mind refocused from the cloud of her first orgasm. She could feel her juices running down her ass. She needed to take charge now. Remind him who works for who.

“Si-sit down on that chair,” she panted, and pushed him back hard enough he almost tripped backwards. She indicated to the office loveseat, and he did as she commanded, his shining wet cock bobbing with each step. Her pussy quaked with need. She walked over and mounted him, grabbing his wet cock and sliding down onto it with a moan.

“Mmmmgh, you’re so fuckin tight,” he groaned.

“That’s right, mmm, and best you r-remember it too,” she whispered in his ear as she rode him, her pace quickening, “ohh, this pussy gets wet and tight for you, w-when you do a good job for me!” She grabbed his hands and held them above his head, pinned to the wall. Her riding got faster, her moans louder, and he sighed and groaned with pleasure under her.

“You like that,” she sighed, pushing her tits in his face as she gyrated, “you like that pussy?” He responded with a grunt that muffled by her tits. She picked up the pace again, slamming herself down onto the cock impaling her, holding his rough hands in hers against the wall, her tits bouncing in his face. Under her, Carson to groaned loudly, threw his head back and throbbed inside her, shooting spurt after spurt of cum into her spasming pussy while she screamed with pleasure. They slowed to a stop, panting and gasping in each others faces. She sat on his lap, his weakening cock still inside her, cum oozing out.

“Loyalty is rewarded around here Mister Carson,” she panted, slowly sliding off of him, and feeling a blob of cum running down her thigh. “I don’t care what you do with that thing when I’m not using it,” she made a weak wave toward is dick, “but I expect loyalty to the company and to myself. Loyalty. Is. Rewarded. Understand me Mister Carson?”

“Yeah,” he gasped, “I understand.”

“Good. You may go.”