Sep 302020
 

Available Job:

Temporary Placement to Counter Employee Shortage
Location: Sparkling Orbs, B-Deck.
Species Required: Human, Wuat, Banime, Hermafut, or Yazamite
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Delta class breasts or greater. Level Two Bimbo Roleplay Certification.
Duration of Assignment: Four hours.
Payment: Three hundred credits plus tips. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees). Twenty Game Tokens. Five minutes in a sonic shower. Thirty credits per customer plus tips.

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

The Gillian mumbled into Dazanna’s breasts. She felt his forked tongue flicking against her skin. It wasn’t foreplay. There was a rhythm to his lips that she had felt before. The Gillian was praying.

“Oh baby,” Dazanna said with a giggle. She squirmed in place. If anyone had been watching, they would have thought Dazanna was near orgasming and delightfully surprised by the development.

But no one at the Sparkling Orbs was watching. The clientele was gambling. Beings fed credits into random number generators hoping for a rare combination. Holographic symbols flashed above tables as sentients placed bets. A group of solar technicians surrounded a table where a small metal disc slid along a near-frictionless table. It was a busy night.

Technically, someone was watching. It was the invisible but always present eyes of the casino’s security. But they were more likely to be watching the games and the clients, not Dazanna. She doubted that the security drones cared that her plentiful breasts were about to pop out of the tight golden corset that was her uniform. No drone was going to admire her long blue hair that was carefully styled to have that ‘just-been-fucked’ look. Most of all, no drone was appreciating the incredibly vacant look of sexual joy she was expressing on her face. Sometimes, she wondered why she put so much work into her craft.

The Gillian lifted his head from Dazanna’s tits. The black orbs that the alien had for eyes were hard to read. Chalky blue dust clung to its wide lips and flat nostrils.

“Good luck, baby!” Dazanna said. “Win a BIG ONE, just for me!”

The Gillian nodded and slipped a gaming token into her cleavage. Dazanna giggled like a madwoman as he pushed it down. A tiny gravity beam sucked the token down into her corset and into the cleverly concealed money belt that was part of her shimmering skirt.

“Thanks for the tip!” Dazanna purred.

The Gillian didn’t answer as it returned to the gaming tables.

Dazanna checked her cleavage. There was a bare spot where her skin was showing through the blue Ginmij dust. That wouldn’t do. Dazanna reached behind her and grabbed a soft brush. Still facing the casino and smiling like an eager slut ready for her first dock of the day, she brushed her exposed cleavage like it was the most natural thing in the world.

It still amazed Dazanna that gamblers believed that Ginmij dust brought them luck. Ginmijes were terrible beasts the size of station decks. The monsters roamed the blasted plains of a planet that killed its own population so long ago that nothing remained of their civilization. It took small armies to bring a Ginmij down, and even then, they can only subdue one long enough to cut off one of eight thousand spikes before the beast regenerated and tried to kill them. It was that spike which was ground down and transported across the galaxy as a probability-enhancer. Allegedly, rubbing one’s face into the dust greatly improves one’s relationship with the chaos of reality.

Dazanna snorted. She wasn’t sure what was so lucky about the spike dust. It didn’t help the Ginmij when it got hunted down by raiders. It sure as fuck wasn’t lucky for the hundreds of raiders who die each year trying to get the shit.

As for putting the dust on breasts, there was no stated explanation for that. Dazanna knew the reason. This was a Pleasure Station. Why not put it on tits?

A pink humanoid approached Dazanna. The eyes were shimmering. The pink face was a bit paler than the rest of the body. There was a sheen of sweat permeating the smooth white hair. It didn’t take a psychic or a trained Sex Labor Guild member to feel the despair radiating from them.

“Hey baby!” Dazanna squealed. “I would just LOVE to help you with your luck!”

The humanoid almost said something but shuddered instead. It clamped its mouth shut. With a shaking hand, it put a token into the crack of Dazanna’s cleavage. Barely before the token disappeared, the being smashed its face into her breasts.

The info block for this job suggested minimal contact. Dazanna made a personal decision on the spot. She put her hands around the humanoid’s head and hugged it tight to her breasts.

The humanoid sobbed. Tears flowed from its eyes. It wrapped its arms around her chest and held on. The tension in the being’s body slowly relaxed.

A red orb floated closer. It was an Enforcement Drone. The programming had detected possible harassment. Dazanna shook her head at it. The orb floated back.

“Sorry,” the humanoid said into her tits.

“It’s okay,” Dazanna said. She had gotten good at hearing people when their mouths were on her breasts. “Take all the luck you need.”

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