Teatro, the handsome human you employ to broker all your deal

"Oh, Teatro," you moan, thrusting the flesh-warm artificial dong of the Orgasomatix into your creamy little cunt. Your legs tangle in the silken sheets of your bed and you imagine Teatro knelt between your legs, his no-doubt huge dick thrusting smoothly in and out of your slippery slit. You squeeze your titflesh in one hand, finger and thumb closing on a fat nipples and pinching hard enough to send shivers of pain through your body. You imagine it's Teatro's hand. The Orgasomatix senses your desire and a nipple-sucking cup extends from its multi-purpose housing and begins to slurp your sensitive titflesh.

In your fantasy Teatro is suckling your breast, licking and teasing your nipple, and pounding your quivering quim with his burning fuck rocket. A man that smooth must be an incredible lover and, at least in your slit-frigging fantasy, he's the best lover you've ever experienced. The Orgasomatix responds to your desires, swelling the cock and throbbing inside you. A suction cup attaches to your clit and times a pulsing suction action to the thrusting of the false phallus. Oh god! You can't hold out anymore! As your penetrated pussy begins to spasm you yank the throbbing dick from your dripping detphs and drag it to your lips.

"Oh God, I need to taste it, Teatro," you cry, engulfing the fleshy fucktoy in your full, red lips.

"Captain?"

Your heart leaps into your throat and you realize the intercom is live and Teatro is on the line. You try to say something, but at that moment, your back is arching with pleasure, your sweat-jeweled breasts are heaving with exertion, and the Orgasomatix is approximating a male orgasm in your mouth.

"Bleeeewwwwhhh!" is something like your answer as you pull the artificial spunk-spewing techno dildo out of your mouth. You gulp a hot mouthful of non-toxic synthetic-jizz and finally answer. "What is it, Teatro?"

"I'm afraid," he says with a laugh in his voice, "our debts have come due. The Maleveloent Bastard is approaching at attack speed."

"Bollox!" you cry, wiping the pseudo-spew from your lips and chin. Scugg Bollox to be exact, the most vile, disgusting crime lord and **** trader in the entire galactic fringe. And you owe him a lot of money. Time to get dressed and hurry to the bridge, hopefully before Bollox enters weapons' range.