IBX

Gareth had been working for the IBX for some time. Intergalactic Bounty eXecution. The execution part meant that most of their jobs were target and kill. A shadow organisation. Breaking the law. They had a private dimension warp to headquarters located on a space station.

Gareth declined many jobs. Often when they were beauties. His dick would get the better of him. And ladies loved his big hard dick. He had secretly taken a fertility **** on one of the Razeekie Moons that buffed all his sex stats. Bigger, harder, faster, lasting longer, and 120% chance of pregnancy.

He was in HQ. In his private quarters scratching his nuts and playing video games when his communicator went off. It was his manager. Ariana. She had light pink skin. Perfect bust. And an ass that could kill. Long legs. Orange hair and big orange eyes.

Gareth longed to fuck her. She was so nice too. But she was married. Very religiously married. The Windenn Race was faithful like no other. Sigh.

“Yo Big Boss! What’s the plan?” Gareth said with a smile.

Ariana laughed cutely, she definitely loved being called Big Boss, “Sector 24. A no-good-doer. Zameul Faune. He stole a krubble device from Datiec.”

Gareth was mesmerised by her elegant features and boobs (underneath a white spandex uniform) on the pop up screen. So perfect. He didn’t hear anything she said.

“Wait wait… Krubble… Datiec… Explain it to me like I’m dumb…” he said.

“You’re not dumb Gareth… Is something on your mind?” She asked.

He tried so hard not to look at her tits, “Nope!”

She explained again. A krubble is filler word for not knowing much about something. Datiec is a company that made the device. And Zameul was the hit.

Hit and kill. Secure and return the device. Easy.

But no babes… Gareth would do almost anything to fuck Ariana. Fucking hell…

"Got it!" Gareth smiled, "Send me the co-ordinates."