Tourism Planning

Hans Hermann felt quite pleased with his situation. Here he was, a few short weeks away from being a Martian colonist, and he was surrounded by beautiful women.

And it would only get better.

He sat in the dining hall as Tara Dayton talked about the tourist trade that would be soon flourishing in their colony.

“The Hermes took us, professional colonists,” she explained, “but it won’t just be settlers arriving here after we get situated.”

“How many,” asked Colby Smith, listening intently. Hermann liked Smith. She was pleasant, happy, good natured, and not hard on the eyes. Last time he was at the gym he could barely keep his eyes of her bouncing breasts as she ran on the treadmill in the Martian gravity of the Hermes.

“At first, only a few,” answered Dayton, “but as our facilities expand, so will the tourist trade.”

“We going to share the space or build separate lodgings,” asked Ramona Wagner. She was another Hemann had eyes for. The clever little redhead was sitting with his back to him, her jumpsuit tied around her waist. She seemed to be good friends with the Professor, but was there more than that? Hermann couldn’t say, but she intrigued him. Then again, what woman didn’t intrigue Hans Hermann?

“At first, shared, as the trade picks up, separate,” answered Dayton. Of all the women on the ship, Tara was the one that intrigued Hermann the most. She seemed so serious one moment, then so patient and friendly the next. She seemed only interested in Hermann as far as he did his job, and that only made him more interested in her. He was happy also, to hear that they would share the quarters with the tourists. They needed to be available to hear his gospel. Having them co-located would make that much easier.

“Hello Hans,” said Ilsa Kellerman, walking into the dining hall and sitting down next to him.

“Hello Ilsa, how are you?”

“I am well, thank you,” the tall blonde said with a smile as she sipped the steaming cup of tea in her hands.

“Good. Good,” he said with a friendly nod. “All ready for the landing?”

“Yes, I think so. My medical facility will be easy to get setup once myself and Gabe… excuse me, Doctor Alphonse, are on ground.”

“So formal Ilsa,” he said with a chuckle.

“Yes, old habits die hard,” she said with a knowing chuckle.

“They do indeed,” he said, looking over the beautiful woman sitting next to him. He too had some habits that refused to die. He often reminisced about his lecture circuit. The supplicants who would cling to his every word, then give their bodies for his pleasure. The seduction, the power, he thought fondly, was as enjoyable as the sex.

“Where’s Pamala,” asked Kellerman, snapping Hermann out of his reminiscence.

“Oh! I don’t know actually,” he said simply. He did think it was odd he hadn’t seen her. “She was going to do diagnostics I believe. On the mining equipment.”

“Ah right yes,” Kellerman said, then turned to listen to Dayton as she discussed with Smith the next steps of the mission.

“The tourists, they’ll be people wanting to see Mars just for the sake of being here at first, but after the initial rush, we’re expecting visitors who want to see our terraforming processes. The science team,” she explained, looking to Smith, “will be integral to that project. We could get some really interesting visitors who could share so much wisdom with us.”

It's not their wisdom I want, thought Hermann, his eyes on the curves of Smith’s round ass.

“What about espionage,” Smith asked. Hermann mentally rolled his eyes. True or false, he was ever so tired of the spy stories.

“Well, tourists and new crew members will be fully vetted by our security team on Earth. I’m unclear on the exact protocols they’ll be using, but I have faith.”

Faith, thought Hermann, was incompatible with spy catching. The contradictory behavior of Dayton and the Company generally made him very dubious of this story, yet his suspicious mind continued to dwell on it.

Still though... a veritable parade of the rich, famous, and beautiful people of Earth. Whatever drama awaited, it would be worth it.

“Hans?”

“Oh, sorry Ilsa, I was miles away. Did you say something,” Hermann spluttered, having zoned out so far he didn’t hear Kellerman speaking.

“Oh… I was just saying how excited I am to finally get there,” Kellerman said.

“Yes, as am I. It will be the finest adventure of our lifetimes Ilsa.”

“Yes,” she said slowly, adding “I hope so.”

Hermann smiled warmly to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Life had not been a straightforward thing for Kellerman, he knew, yet in her eyes he saw adventure and excitement twinkling.

The unofficial meeting broke up some time later. Hermann didn’t leave immediately but instead sat quietly sipping on some tea. The screen by the kitchen showed the Red Planet looming large in front of them. He knew braking procedures would be starting soon. It seemed like they’d been travelling so long that actually arriving was nothing more than a dream. He wondered where Pamala Sheldon was when his intercom buzzed.

Pamala: Diagnostics taking forever, don’t wait up for me. I’ll join you later if I can

Hermann closed the intercom. Only Colby Smith and Ilsa Kellerman were left in the dining hall. The two ladies; the tall, lithe blonde, and the short, dark skinned American, were a couple hot pieces of ass, he thought. Today, he was with Pamala, but he would have a harem again, like he did on Earth told himself confidently. He stood and left after some polite goodbyes to both.

He stopped in the edge of the doorway and looked back at the video screen image of the Red Planet. How dead and mute it looked on the screen. Cold, uninviting. Then he looked back at the two gorgeous women in the room, chatting happily.

“Home is where the heart is,” he said softly, and headed to his room. A brief walk down the long curving hall and he was at his door. He unzipped his jumpsuit, stepped out of it, and sat heavily on his chair next to his small desk. He opened his laptop and started scrolling through his emails. His correspondence was always a mixed bag.

The first email, entitled “Heresy is NOT faith,” came from a Father Walker. It was a diatribe about his teachings, complete with cited biblical passages. He deleted it after skimming it over. The next few were administrative, focusing mostly on the teachers still on Earth.

Another, from his Green Mars Corp assistant, Steven, was entitled ‘New Eden.’ He opened it. Inside, was a long document detailing the dangers of speaking of Mars as an independent entity. It told him in no uncertain terms that to do so would risk the company’s hold on the operations and that he is under no circumstances, to do so. He snorted.

“I will not be dictated to about the faith,” he said grandiosely as he stabbed the delete button.

Another email from an account he didn’t recognize was had ‘From Andria’ as a subject line. He wondered where he remembered the name from as he opened the message. Then he smiled, recognizing a woman that had visited him backstage at his conference.

I keep thinking about the time we spent together. It felt so right, I’m sorry if it’s inappropriate but I wanted to reach out to you.

Along with the short message were some pictures. The first was Andria, standing in front of a mirror, topless, with her large silver cross hanging between her soft, round breasts.

“Ah yes her, very nice,” he said softly as he closed that picture and opened the next. Andria was laying on the bed naked in the next one, her legs open, spreading her labia for the picture. The third was the same, except she had her index and middle fingers inside herself. The last picture was in the mirror again, but she was turned around to show off her round ass.

“Very nice Andria,” he said, closing the message. There were other emails. Mostly administrative in nature, but a few from admirers. One had come from a Dutch billionaire philanthropist named Anika. It was a very long-winded account of a discussion she had had with her brand manager about his ministry. She assured Hermann that she had defended him from her manager’s accusation that he was a charlatan because she had faith in his vision.

He smiled. He needed no defense from Anika or anyone else, but it amused him that she was so enthralled with his vision that she had told him about her argument. Hermann made sure to answer her right away; she was rich enough to be a benefactor for his ministry on Mars. She also happened to be absolutely wild in bed, and he bet she’d fly across the solar system to fuck him.

'I appreciate the faith you show in my teachings dear Anika' he began, writing a short, yet endearing email about faith, duty and his vison of Mars. The email didn’t actually say much of anything, but it would keep her happy and ingratiated.

The rest can wait, he thought, and closed the computer. The wait just added to the mystery, he thought, thinking of Andria. He undressed the rest of the way and slid naked into his bed and turned off the light.

Hermann didn’t know what time it was when he heard the door open, and dim light come into his room. The door clicked shut, and he rolled over to see the silhouette of Pamala Sheldon in the dark.

“Hello,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Oh hey babe, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered. He heard the sound of her jumpsuit being unzipped, and the rustle of her clothes hitting the floor. A cold blast of air told him she had lifted up the blankets, and he felt her slide into the bed beside him.

“No problem. How went everything,” Hermann asked as she slid over to him and laid her head down in the crook of his shoulder. She looked up and kissed him. She tasted like toothpaste and her tongue and his caressed one another before they broke their short but passionate kiss.

“It was,” she began, then sighed, “busy. It’s fine… nothing worked on the first try is all,” Sheldon explained, tiredness in her voice. He felt her arm slide down to his leg and squeeze it gently. “Sorry it took so long.”

“It is no problem,” Hermann said, enjoying the feeling of her body pressed up against his in the warm bunk. “There was a talk about tourists visiting us soon. Imagine it! We are guests on the Red Planet, but also hosts, showing what we have built here. It is very exciting,” he gushed, suddenly awake again.

“That’s… great babe,” she said softly. Her small, warm hand drifted to his pelvis, resting mere inches away from his manhood. His pulse quickened with anticipation.

“The visibility we will get! Teaching the true faith on the surface of a new world. It could be the dawn of a new era Pamala,” he continued. He exhaled softly when her warm hand found his cock. Her fingers moved gently through his short mane of pubic hair, then she began to softly stroke him.

“Mhm,” she murmured, not lifting her head from his shoulder.

“There, ahh, there is a future there, on the Red Planet, for us. For our ministry,” he explained softly, his voice occasionally trembling. “Yes yes, we could, we could found a whole settlement dedicated to this grand teaching.”

“You mean… not with the company,” asked Sheldon softly, lifting her head a little and picking up the pace of her stroking.

“Ahh, yes… nobody my dear Pamala, can be allowed to ruin this vision…” he murmured, while he groped around in the dark and blankets for her body. He found her firm, round breast and started rubbing her slowly. “Nobody. No countries, and yes ahhh, no companies.” He felt her start to rise.

“That’s amazing baby,” she said softly, sliding leg over and straddling Hermann, her hand still slowly jerking his cock. She guided him to her and felt the tight wetness envelope his cock when she slid down onto him. She gasped softly.

“We… we will have a ministry,” he stammered, “shit that is so good. We will have, have everything, we could need.” As she rode him, Sheldon guided Hermann’s hands up to her tits. They were warm. He tweaked her hard nipples, and she moaned softly in his ear. “One way or another. We, ahhh, we just have to be sure we have enough support in the company before we make a move for independence.”

She quickened her pace. Hermann gave up trying to speak more with an orgasm rising. When Sheldon released a low, stifled moan, and gripped his cock with the walls of sex, he exploded deep inside her with a guttural moan. She drove himself down on his cock, clamping hard down and coaxing every drop of his load out of him. She let out one last moan, and collapsed down on top of him, spent. She kissed him deeply. He felt a warm glob of their cum drip out of her and onto his thigh as she slid off of him and laid for a moment in the bed next to him. The silence was broken only by their deep, heavy, post-orgasmic breathing.

“I should go,” Sheldon said, sliding slowly out of the bed and starting to dress.

“Must you? Stay tonight with me,” Hermann said sleepily.

“You’re sweet. No I gotta shower so I can just head back to mine. I’m exhausted so…”

“No problem my dear,” Hermann said lightly. He was tired, and slept better alone anyways, even if manners meant he should invite her to stay. Sheldon leaned over the bed and kissed him again as she zipped up her jumpsuit.

“See you round K?”

Hermann nodded, and as she stepped out of the door he felt sleep taking him. Right before he slept, he wondered if he had said too much.