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Wet Your Whistle
From Total E Bound
Rhea changed from the hologram view to a live vid feed from the hangar. She had her shaking hand poised above the controls as she watched them finally clear the roof, and had the big bay door closing even before she received the all-clear ping from the control panel."C'mon, c'mon, let's go!" she urged over the mic, watching as the Saban Hawk's hatch began to slowly open. Her eyes flicked back and forth between the hangar view and the sonar display showing the 'Wave rushing inexorably towards the oasis. She thumbed the hangar loudspeaker. "Please hurry!"Three large men appeared in the opening entrance and, not waiting for the hatch to open completely, jumped to the hanger floor, running full tilt for the entrance to the living quarters. Rhea breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that everyone?" she called as they hit the door. "All that's coming," came the cryptic reply from the dark-haired man, whose voice she recognised as the pilot she had cussed out. "Seal 'er up."She once again gratefully raised the buffering shields and quickly activated the do not approach beacon to warn any other ships that she would not be open for business until the MetaWave sequence passed. With the potential crisis averted, she turned her attention to the men on her display, zooming in slightly to study them closely while they recovered from their sprint, her body reacting to the outstanding potential for sex displayed so nicely on her screen.Rhea focused first on the tall, dark-haired man who she had been communicating with. The memory of his low, resonant voice was like a tease to her need. It had been almost a quarter since she had been fucked, and her high libido was driving her insane. She let her eyes flutter closed as she imagined that long, leanly muscled body, so nicely displayed in the flight suit, pressing into her, holding her down. Her body gave a pleased little shiver of delight, and a smile teased her lips. Yes, he had all kinds of potential, and that voice. Mmm.She opened her increasingly heavy-lidded eyes and turned her attention to the largest man of the three. He was breathtaking, extremely tall and broad, almost bulky with muscles. Rhea's eyes narrowed, possibly a cyborg, which was fine with her. Their internal programming made them extremely satisfying lovers. She snorted lightly. I would know. So, probably not a candidate for her grand plan, but he would be good to have a little fun with while the storm ran its course. The best part about sex with 'borgs was the almost nonexistent recovery time, which was an improvement on what she had heard about human males. Rhea sobered as another thought occurred to her. Maybe this 'borg, if he actually was one , would have some idea about how to get Rand up and running again. She made a mental note to take him aside and find out for certain. Not all humans were as accepting of 'borgs as she was, so it was very possible that either or both of his crewmates didn't know that he was a 'borg. A frown pursed her lips, he looked familiar for some reason. She shrugged. Maybe he was related to her 'borg.She finally assessed the gorgeous blond man, the shortest of the three, although short wasn't quite the right word, only correct in comparison to the other two men. He was, in a word, perfect. Beautiful face, well-proportioned, muscular build, piercing eyes that were currently searching the room, his gaze briefly connecting with the vid cam. Her breath caught momentarily as he appeared to see right into her, and she chuckled nervously at her fancy. Obviously, he had just spotted the camera's location. Intelligence and competence radiated from him. Rhea felt her insides go syrupy as she imagined him using those traits to focus on pleasuring her. She had no doubt he would be a fabulous lover. But she wasn't certain he would be tractable enough to bow to her wishes, and she needed to be able to convince the man she chose to take her with him when he left.She spun away from the display as the thought of leaving the place where she had spent so many happy years with her Grandpa Ray cut through her, imbuing her with still-sharp grief and the feeling that she was betraying him. Giving up all he had worked for seemed to be such a drastic step, but oh God, the loneliness. Shit, no crying. I hate fucking crying. She swallowed hard and set her jaw, inhaling hard through her nose, fighting back the tears. I can't be here alone anymore. I just can't. Two of Ray's 'borgs had left almost two years ago and had not returned or contacted her. Rhea could only infer that they had made a life elsewhere or met a bad end somehow. Then her beloved grandpa had gotten sick and declined shockingly fast. Although he had remained in good spirits to the end, inevitably he had succumbed to the disease ravaging his elderly body. Her chin quivered as she recalled those horrible weeks following his death. Rand, the third of their 'borgs, had been her savior, alternately coddling her and fucking her senseless as shed tried to cope with her grief. Then, almost as shocking as Ray's passing, Rand had just not gotten up one day. She tried everything she could think of in her limited working knowledge of cyborg health, but although he continued to breathe every time she checked, he remained motionless and unresponsive.At first, the intermittent duties of hosting the infrequent guests of the oasis had kept her busy. The workload had increased exponentially with only her doing all the work. But eventually , the isolation began to get to her regardless of her busy schedule, and she desperately searched for a solution. The loneliness was complicated by the demands of her young body, accustomed to regular sexual satiation by Rand. She was leery of getting involved with any of the customers since Ray had always cautioned her to stay away from human men until she met her mate.But as time went on and her desperation increased, her options began to look limited. Fighting back her guilt, she'd tried contacting the closest resort, Uxilon, to see if they would be interested in acquiring Wet Your Whistle as an outpost. She rationalised that the money from the sale would be just as much a legacy from Ray as the oasis itself. Bullshit, and you know it. Well, it was a moot point anyway, since the management at Uxilon had proved completely unresponsive and frustrating, finally telling her they weren't interested in paying any decent amount for her little hole in the wall. Assholes. Fuck em, their loss. With no other ideas, and she had plenty of time in which to rack her brain trying to come up with them, she resigned herself to making use of the only bargaining chip remaining in her possession--herself. Steeling herself against the thought that she was betraying Ray, her only choice left was to abandon Wet Your Whistle, and to seduce the next human to pass through into taking her along when they left. Ironically, almost immediately after that difficult decision was made, these two beautiful men had stumbled into her oasis. She turned back to the monitor and looked back and forth between the two men on her screen. Her mouth quirked wryly. At least it wouldnt be a difficult chore. She had anticipated that she'd be forced to put on an act for some slimy or grotesque candidate. But both of these mouthwatering specimens got her juices flowing, literally. Which one to choose...?
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