Available Job:

Temporary Placement to Counter Employee shortage.
Location: Matriarchs You Get to Fuck B-Deck.
Species Required: Human female, Vitari female or Jeline Female.
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Vussy or Vussy Facsimile, Beta Class Breasts or greater. Level Two Roleplay Rating.
Duration of Assignment: Six Hours
Payment: Ninety-five credits per hour. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees).

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

It was dark inside the suite. A dim light emitted from a flickering projector onto the bed. The darkness helped hide the low quality of the décor on the walls that were supposed to imitate a Matriarch’s Breeding Quarters. If a real Matriarch ever lived in quarters like these, she would probably commit bankruptcy-suicide.

In the center of the bed, Dazanna slid up and down the client’s dock. She moved slowly, enjoying the feeling of the four separate ridges that encircled his member. Each ridge pushed inside her like a thick knot.

“Good boy,” Dazanna moaned. “Your Matriarch is very proud of you.”

The client groaned beneath her. He was a Clett, a humanoid race that had a strict Matriarchal family system. When a Clett Matriarch gives birth, she sells the male children of her litter on the Birth Market and the children are snatched up by Matriarchs experiencing family shortages. The Clett boys are then raised by the new family to become productive members earning money for their family. If they do well, exceedingly well, then a Matriarch may deign to engage in sexual intercourse with the lucky male. The average Clett will die a virgin.

Some lucky Clett, like the one inside Dazanna right now, will travel the galaxy and come across a place like Pleasure Station Sigma that has facilities willing to cater to a Clett’s needs. Even then, that lucky Clett won’t just fuck like a normal being. No, he will still follow the rules of Clett intercourse; which is lying on his back and keeping his hands at his side. That is just how his race does things, even with a Matriarch substitute like Dazanna.

Dazanna sighed. This was a lovely dock inside her. It was a crime to think this might be the only time it will be inside a vussy.

“You are so beautiful, Matriarch,” the client said.

Dazanna had her doubts about that. The Clett had pasty white skin and Dazanna had more of a cream complexion. Matriarchs develop complex tableaus of moles and Dazanna was wearing a mere dozen fake moles around her full tits. To complete the look, her long blue hair was tucked under a very unconvincing bald cap. All in all, Dazanna figured she made for a rather plain Matriarch.

But Dazanna was costumed as a Matriarch that the Clett actually got to penetrate, and that probably counted for a lot.

“I am very impressed with your credits earned by hour-cycle,” Dazanna said, engaging in normal Clett dirty talk.

“It is all for you, Matriarch,” the client said.

“And I am very aroused by your acquisition to selling ratio,” Dazanna purred. She leaned forward and let her heavy breasts dangle above the client. As the client gasped, she increased the pace of her humping.

“Sweet surplus.” The client groaned. He was close.

Dazanna was close as well. She said the words that were pure sex to a Clett male.

“Deposit your superior seed and breed your Matriarch,” she whispered.

The client cried out. The ridged cock spasmed and released a thick load of tingling seed inside Dazanna. In the throes of orgasm, he forgot himself and grabbed her thighs. Strong hands squeezed for tender care.

The tingling seed flowed inside Dazanna and sent her over the edge. She cried out her own orgasm and grabbed one of his hands in a very un-Matriarch gesture. They held onto each other’s hands as they rode out their pleasure.

Neither the client, or his pseudo-Matriarch, complained.

Available Job:

Temporary Placement to fulfill Lube Technician Union Break Requirements.
Location: Lubricant Pump Station 92, Y-Deck.
Species Required: Banime, Human or Jeline.
Other Requirements: Sex Labor Guild Certification. Minimum Orifice Endurance of Class Two. Multi-partner Certified.
Duration of Assignment: One hour.
Payment: Three hundred credits. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees). 1/100th Unit of Station Grade Lube

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

***

Dazanna floated in the air, her body parallel to the ground. The gravity negator in the floor kept her afloat with none of the skin-tingling that you get from cheaper models. She was pleasantly surprised to see her large breasts and long blue hair hang down towards the ground. That meant the negator had a program that could pick and choose what parts of her body to levitate.

“This is a damn good negator,” Dazanna thought. “These beings must have an awesome union.”

The lube technician fucking Dazanna’s vussy grunted. His dock expelled a load of seed into her stuffed sex. The new seed joined the thick seed left by the last three technicians. He thrust a few more times to finish his ejaculation and then pulled out.

Dazanna moaned around the slender member that was in her mouth. The technician she was sucking shuddered. She looked up at him and moaned louder.

“Greedy whore,” the technician said with affection. “We have made a mess of your face and I am about to make another.”

Dazanna nodded her head like an eager puppy. Seed from previous technicians dripped down her face. Rough handling had smeared her makeup. She had spent extra money to purchase makeup that ran. Previous experience had taught her that technicians loved dirtying their union-required sluts.

Another technician stepped behind Dazanna. He spread apart her ass cheeks. Slippery lube, straight from the pipelines, rubbed against her asshole. A thick head pressed against her loose ring and pushed in. It jammed the seed that been left by previous technicians deeper into her ass.

The technician she was sucking cried out. He quickly pulled out and jacked his cock. Dazanna opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue. His dock exploded and shot a stream of come into her mouth.

As Dazanna swallowed the load, the technician turned her head so he could come on the side of her face. Some of the seed got into her blue hair. The technician made a point of ejaculating on a clean spot. It joined the other sticky clumps.

When he was done, the technician stepped away from Dazanna’s face. As the other technician fucked her ass, Dazanna took the chance to look around the break room. It was nice. There were two fresh food vending machines, a large video screen showing a slime fight and a row of isolation nooks for those who wanted some peace and quiet before going back out on the pipes. Technicians ate their lunches at smart tables that refilled their drinks.

Across from Dazanna was the other break slut. It was a Jeline male and he was pounding a woman technician while a male technician fucked his ass. The Jeline’s claws drew blood on the woman’s shoulders and his tail was wrapped around the man’s throat. Neither technician seemed to mind. Dazanna admired the Jeline’s golden fur and wondered if it had an easier or harder time getting out semen stains.

The technician fucking Dazanna’s ass grabbed her hair. He pulled back on her head as his hips picked up speed. His dock was a piston inside her slippery ass.

Dazanna whimpered submissively. The technicians liked to play rough. That wasn’t surprising; it was a rough job. They had to clear out blockages in the lube pipeline. Thieves were constantly trying to tap the line and technicians were personally responsible for stopping them. Floods were a possibility and accidental drownings were not uncommon. It took a certain type of person to work around these dangers, and that certain type of person made the most of their break time.

The slime fight ended on the videoscreen. About a dozen technicians rose from their chairs and looked towards Dazanna and the Jeline. Seams opened in their jumpsuits as they approached the break sluts.

Dazanna stretched her jaw and flexed her fingers. There was half an hour left in the break period. It was going to be a nice long gangbang before Dazanna could have her own break.

Dazanna entered the shower. The monitor told her to remain still. Multiple yellow beams struck her naked body and scanned her skin. The beams lingered over her right breast plastered in semen. Scanners cataloged the immense amount of come in her long blue hair. The beams traced the vussy juice that stained her thighs. Finally, sensors calculated the amount of sweat, spit and lube sticking to her skin.

A neutral computer voice spoke. “Your status is FILTHY. This earns you a thirty percent discount. Do you accept these new terms? Yes/No?”

Dazanna smirked. Filthy was one way to put it. She had just serviced a married couple celebrating a recent trade deal. They were lovely gentlemen but both of those fuckers had genetically enhanced gonads resulting in bucket loads of come. Fortunately, they tipped her a generous bonus and she decided to spend some of that money here.

“Yes,” she said.

“Thank you for using ‘Wash-Your-Ass’. Please wait as we find someone to wash you. Person found. Please grip the safety handles. If at any time you wish to stop your shower, let go of the handles.”

Two handles lowered from the ceiling. They stopped on either side of Dazanna’s head. She closed her hands around them and the lights brightened.

“Shower beginning in three, two, one.”

Hot water fell from the ceiling. Dazanna moaned. It had been too long since she showered in water. The sonic shower in her habitation cube was thorough, but there was no beating the feeling of warm water cascading over your body. It was a luxury that only the richest on Pleasure Station Sigma could enjoy on a regular basis. For everyone else, they had to use commercial showers like Wash-Your-Ass.

A panel opened in front of Dazanna. Two synthetic hands extended on flexible arms. Somewhere on the station, someone had logged into the Wash-Your-Ass system and paid a higher fee than Dazanna had to operate these hands. They would be wearing tele-sensory gloves that would simulate how would it feel like to touch Dazanna.

Dazanna wondered if they were male or female.

The hands went straight to her large tits.

“It’s a guy,” Dazanna said.

The synthetic hands squeezed her breasts. Dazanna relaxed into the groping. Protocols programmed into the hands prevented the user from doing any harm. The hands glided over her wet tits and any squeezing was gentle and free of pinching.

Tiny nozzles emerged from the walls and sprayed a white liquid onto Dazanna’s body. The liquid reacted with the water and turned into foam. There was a slight tingling sensation as the foam broke down inorganic molecules.

Dazanna moaned again. The foam felt nice. It was an essential part of the process. The foam did most of the cleaning, allowing the operator of the hands to focus on what they wanted to.

The synthetic hands moved down to Dazanna’s hips. The soft texture of the pseudo-digits gently scrubbed her skin as they moved their way down to her thighs. The hands encased her left thigh and rubbed up and down.

Dazanna was surprised. The hands skipped her vussy. She would have thought they would go straight to her genitals. Did this person have restraint? Nah, they were probably just a leg person.

The force of the water increased. Dazanna moaned as the foam was washed away from her body. When the water pressure subsided, more gel was sprayed onto her body and turned into foam.

The hands on Dazanna’s thighs moved to her ass. Soft fingers cupped her buttocks and squeezed. Two thumbs came close to her asshole but didn’t attempt to penetrate.

Dazanna smiled. That was the safety protocols kicking in. Still, the synthetic fingers did touch her anus and did a thorough job of scrubbing.

Another nozzle emerged from the ceiling. It sprayed a green gel onto Dazanna’s wet blue hair. A second pair of synthetic hands emerged from the ceiling and tenderly stroked the gel through her hair.

“Fuck yes,” Dazanna whispered. This was the best part. She had paid extra to have the system clean her hair automatically. These hands were controlled by an artificial intelligence that was more concerned with hygiene then hair play.

The hands on Dazanna’s ass let go of her soapy buttocks. One hand returned to her right breast. Fortunately, that was one the one plastered in semen, so it could do with a little extra scrubbing. The hand moved in a circular manner, rubbing the tingling foam into her skin as it manipulated her heavy tit.

The other hand went to Dazanna’s sex.

“Finally,” Dazanna said. She had been well-fucked today, but she always welcomed a little attention on her vussy.

The synthetic hand cupped her sex. Protocols prevented it from entering her but it couldn’t stop it from grinding. The soft fingers ran up and down the lips of her foaming vussy.

Dazanna’s hips responded in kind. She humped the gentle fingers as they played with her vussy. Sometimes a finger would slip a few centimeters inside her before pulling back out.

Meanwhile, the hands above her continued to wash her hair. The fingers alternated between massaging her scalp and stroking shampoo through the length of her wet hair. Targeted water jets washed away any excess shampoo.

Dazanna was lost in sensations. The expert washing of her hair released the tension in the upper half of her body. The fondling of her vussy thrilled and stimulated her bottom half. She couldn’t decide which was better.

The hand on Dazanna’s breast rose to her face. Soft fingers stroked her cheek. A thumb slid playfully over her lips. She kissed the thumb and hoped the user to could feel it.

The water pressure increased once more. Foam slid from her body and into the drain. The hands in her hair wrung the last of the shampoo from her hair.

More gel sprayed onto her body. A third and final layer of foam was generated.

The hands in Dazanna’s hair moved to her shoulders. It scrubbed her arms with the same precision it used for her hair. These hands would clean what the hand operator had neglected. In this case, that was everything except Dazanna’s tits, ass and vussy.

The operator knew that time was running out. The hand on her sex moved up and down her vussy lips. The other hand went to her right breast and squeezed with urgent pulses.

Dazanna was close. If the hand on her sex just moved slightly quicker, she could get off. There was no clear way to tell the operator. The audio sensors garbled any attempt at verbal communication to prevent operators from stalking customers. It would be easiest just to show him how to touch her, but if she let go of the safety handles, then the shower would stop. Dazanna was helpless.

It was a pleasant dilemma.

The automated hands scrubbed her back. They rubbed at her sore muscles with tender care. Foam flowed down her back and down between the crack of her ass.

Dazanna realized she was going about this wrong. She didn’t need the hand on her vussy to go faster; she needed him to just keep his hand where it was. Her body would do the rest.

She rolled her hips and grinded against the hand. Her mouth opened and she let out a loud moan. She looked directly at the camera with her best fake orgasm face.

The synthetic hand froze. The operator thought he had made her come.

Dazanna continued her performance. She bit her lip. She shuddered. She rolled her eyes. Most of all, she grinded faster against those soft synthetic fingers.

The automatic hands moved down to Dazanna’s ass. They cupped the outside of her buttocks. Circular motions jiggled her ass.

Dazanna came, for real this time. She screamed her pleasure and her victory. Foam flew as her body quivered.

When she was done shaking, the synthetic hand left her vussy. It gave her tit a final squeeze before retracting into the wall. A moment later, the automatic hand scrubbed the vussy juice from her tit.

Dazanna laughed. She had came just in time. The shower was almost over.

A final surge of hot water cleaned the last of the foam from Dazanna. The automatic hands retracted and the water ceased. Blasts of hot air struck Dazanna from different angles, aiming to remove every drop of the precious water from her body.

The door opened. Dazanna reluctantly let go of the safety handles. The showers were always over too soon. It was a shame, but there was no denying how clean she felt. It was money well spent.

Of course, there was nothing stopping Dazanna from getting dirty again and coming back tonight.

Available Job:

Short Term Tension Release
Client: Brin Kits, Human.
Pleasure Station Security Rating – A Class
Location: B Deck, Tactical Legal Programs, Office 37K
Species Required: Human, Banime or Jeline
Other Requirements: Possession of Vussy or Vussy facsimile. Ceta class breasts or greater. Be dressed as a Tomey Maid.
Duration of Assignment: .5 Hours.
Assignment start Time: 1630 Hours
Payment: 45 Credits for Sex Labor Guild Certified. (Minus Sex Labor Guild Fees) 20 Credits for Non-Sex Labor Guild Certified.

Click Here to Accept Assignment.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

The table shook as they fucked. Dazanna laid on her back with the client between her thighs. Each thrust caused the desk to shake and her tits to jiggle. The white vest she wore was open in the middle but sealed to her nipples with fabric adhesive. That meant that half of her tits were hanging out, but at least the vest covered most of the bite marks. The white turban she wore hung off the side of the desk along with most of her long blue hair.

The client grunted as he fucked. Cybernetic enhancements covered forty percent of his body. Three datajacks crowned his bald head. He had her ankles over each shoulder so her could run his hands up and down the white trousers she was wearing. The crotch had been ripped out earlier by the client about ten seconds after she arrived. He pounded away at her shaved sex with his rotating cybernetic dock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dazanna babbled in a low pitch voice that was a bad attempt at a Tomey accent. It seemed to work because the client groaned and fucked faster.

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

Dazanna stared at the ceiling. Computer servers hung from racks. Lights blinked on and off as legal processes were being run in virtual courts. She wondered what courtroom cases were being debated and settled right now by artificial lawyer intelligences.

“You like that, don’t you?” the client said.

“I do,” Dazanna moaned and it was true. The dock rotations were quite nice. The vibrations the synthetic phallus emitted were even better. She especially appreciated how the vibrations pulsed with varying intensities. It was a damn good dock. She was going to leave it a great review when she rated the client later.

The client moaned louder. He was going to come. His hands gripped her trousers and tears appeared. This is why she bought all her work clothes from Wear-It-Once Machines.

“Fill me up, my Lord,” Dazanna said. The Tomey had Lords, right?

“Poz!” the client yelled. He froze as his cyber organ increased vibrations. A thick load of seed entered Dazanna’s vussy.

Dazanna was on the edge. She took the liberty of reaching between her legs and stroking her sex as the client pumped another load into her. A quick rub of her fingers and she passed over her own event horizon and into orgasm.

“Ohhh, thank you, Lord!” Dazanna moaned.

The client said nothing. He breathed heavily as his dock vibrated inside her.

Dazanna waited. This is the second time he had climaxed with her. Was he done now?

The client looked at her. There was a greedy smile on her face. No, he wasn’t done.

He pulled out of her. “Stand up, Maid.”

“Yes, my Lord!” Dazanna said with a low voice. Her round ass was happy to get off the hard desk. She sat up and hopped off the table. Seed spilled from her well-fucked vussy.

The client reached for her thigh. Dazanna squealed in a very non-Tomey way as he pulled her leg up and grabbed her ankle. She tipped to the side and caught herself on the desk top. The client returned her ankle to his shoulder. Her legs were in a perfect split with one foot pointed towards the ceiling and other foot firmly on the ground.

“A little warning next time, my Lord!” Dazanna said. Her turban fell off her head and rolled off the desk.

“Sorry, I was supervising an appeal,” the client said. “The plaintiff uploaded a denial-of-evidence program and I needed to make sure the subpoena firewalls held.”

Dazanna had no idea what any of that meant. The client placed his dock back into her vussy and the thick cybernetic phallus filled Dazanna’s slick sex. The vibrations resumed and she forgot what she was mad about.

The client resumed fucking her. In and out, in and out, he fucked like a machine. Her inner thighs took the brunt of the thrusts as his hard hips collided into them.

Dazanna came to the conclusion that he was going to fuck her for the full contract period. Cyborgs always got their money’s worth. Oh well, at least the client’s dock vibrated and twisted in wonderful combinations. The aching sensation of her stretched legs were eased by bliss inside her vussy. It would just be a matter of time before she climaxed again.

Dazanna’s held onto the desk and moaned with her best Tomey accent.

Dazanna awoke slowly. She opened her eyes to a dark room. Dreams of tentacles and laser dildoes struggled to stay with her but slipped away. Her cheek was sticking to the pillow. There was a pressure in her bladder that needed to be taken care.

It was another day on Pleasure Station Sigma.

Sensing she was awake, the video screen set in her bunk flickered to life.

“It is currently Airday, 10.21 hours. You have sixteen days of leasing left in your rental of this habitation cube. You have one message. It is from the Sex Labor Guild concerning upcoming certification training. Transferring to news feed in five, four, three-“

“Shut down feed,” Dazanna said. She rolled over onto her back. Long blue hair got in her way. The movement agitated her bladder. She really should go to the waste station.

Dazanna grimaced and touched the screen instead. Quickly, she logged into Waste-Watchers. A questionnaire appeared and Dazanna tapped away at the answers. Oh yes, she would be producing liquid waste. Fuck yeah, it would be soon.

On a hunch, she had the screen take a picture of her in bed. An image of Dazanna appeared. Her makeup was smeared. The tangled blue hair needed a brushing. Bite marks covered her left breast. She looked like she had been whoring all night and had yet to roll out of bed with her bladder bloated with bodily fluids.

It was a perfect image. Dazanna hit send.

Now came the hard part. Dazanna sat up and swung her legs over the bunk. The full bladder pulsed urgently. She stood up and hurried to the opposite side of her habitation cube where the waste station lied.

The waste station was a transparent chair of clear plastic. The inner bowl was lined with small cameras. A faint glow emitted from the seat, partially to provide a warm surface for Dazanna to sit and partially to illuminate the waste process for viewers.

Dazanna stood next to the bowl. She knew from experience that if she sat down, that she wouldn’t be able to hold. It was better to wait, even if it was uncomfortable.

A notification pinged from her wrist computer. Waste-Watchers had processed her availability and was awaiting clients.

Dazanna sighed and tried to think of anything else. What kind of gigs was she going to accept today? The bite marks would limit her breast-appeal but her ass was fine. Should she submit for spanking work? It paid well, but it would limit her availability to other jobs. How much did she want to do today?

Fuck, she really had to piss.

The wrist computer beeped. She had a client! He was willing to pay ten credits.

(4 of the credits would go to Waste-Watchers as a service fee. One credit will go to the renter of the habitation cube for equipment and bandwidth. Half a credit will go to the Sex Labor Guild as a union due. Four credits will go to Dazanna’s bank account.)

“Praise the Lords of Space,” Dazanna said. She sat down on the waste station.

A hologram materialized in front of her. The client wanted her to know he was watching. An image of a muscular man wearing the top half of a Station Security uniform. He furiously jacked his cock.

Dazanna smiled. Half of her Waste-Watchers clients worked in security. She made a mental note to access the Archives later and find out why.

The client watched. His eyes stared straight ahead. He was probably looking at a camera shot of her hairless vussy from one of the waste station cameras, but at the moment, it felt like he was staring right at Dazanna’s face.

Dazanna stared back. This wasn’t her first performance. Even though he was likely staring at her sex, she bit her lip and half-closed her eyes.

A moment later, she released the liquid she had been holding.

Halfway through the stream, the security guard released his essence as well.

It was a good start to Dazanna’s work day.