****** Weekend Pass by Seychelle ******
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Weekend Pass


It may not have been fair or right - Aldyth would have been the first to admit
that - but could she pass up such a golden opportunity just for the sake of
principle?

At least, that's what she would have told those lunatic masculinist protesters
she always seemed to run into whenever she left the Transit Port. Stop further
expansion into the Galaxy, give up a good job, just for the sake of equal
rights? Not likely. However, after a three-month tour of duty on the Antares
Colonies, and already two hours into her weekend pass, discussing politics with
a bunch of radical men's libbers wasn't on her mind.

Getting laid was.

She was surprised at the diminished action on the Downtown streets, believing
that her company would have been the first to enjoy Earthleave that evening.
Was there a Zeroball Match on the vids, or a sale on beer somewhere? Then she
saw a few Colonial Marines staggering into a back alley with their studs for a
quickie; of course, those military bitches didn't operate on the same rules of
leave-sharing that the Rigger companies followed. Which meant to Aldyth that
the best beef would have been claimed already, and she'd have to be content
with the stragglers.

Unless... she tended to avoid the lovenests, favouring the independent
streetwalkers (the latter tending to work harder for their money). But, as the
old saying went about beggars not being choosers...

She walked into one sleazy joint called the Seraglio, accessed its database on
available studs, selected and reserved one, feeding it her credcard for the
duration of her stay, then followed the directional corridor lights to his
room.

It was like every stud's room she'd seen before: a large bed dominating the
centre, wallscreen for erotic holos, separate shower/toilet area, and the smell
of cheap cologne and the sweat of previous customers; still, with the prices
they charged, who looked at the wallpaper? The room's occupant had been
standing by his wallcomp, having been alerted to the imminent arrival of a
customer for him. He looked just like his database holo: tall, Latin dark, jet
hair ponytailed, deep blue eyes, a nice soft frame beneath his white silk
kimono. He approached with a practised smile. "You must be Aldyth Weller. Good
evening; my name's Jimi." He looked her over, as if he was genuinely pleased.
"My, I am lucky that such a lovely woman-"

"Cut the crap, boychick; it's wasted on me." Aldyth had no illusions about her
appearance: with a height just under two meters, a girth just under a hundred
kilos (maybe not a graceful body, but perfect for extended duty on high-gravity
worlds), a ginger crew-cut, and a nose repeatedly broken in barroom brawls and
reset by cheap robodocs, she knew she was as ugly as sin and twice as hard. And
she preferred it that way; deep space was no place for the delicate. "How about
a drink? Highland Monkey, if you've got it."

Jimi dropped his smile, all business now (Aldyth preferred it that way, too).
"I've got it, Aldyth."

"Call me Al." She watched him glide to his drinks cabinet, approving of the
curves of his ass beneath his kimono.

"Where're you stationed then, Rigger?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Antares." She glanced down at her civvies. "How'd you know I'm an Rigger?"

He handed her a glass, clinking it once against his own; he smelled nice. "I
could say I didn't think you looked rough and tough enough to be a Marine." His
attempt at humour failed with her scowl. "Your boots. Riggers' boots are always
scarred white with phenolic resin."

Aldyth grunted - pretty smart, for a man - swallowed her drink in one go, then
smacked her lips as she looked about the room. "Right, let's talk prices."

She could feel his eyes on her. "Let's talk action. I don't do rough stuff,
understand? You have to take good care of me, lover."

"Yeah, yeah, sure." She readily agreed, not willing (at least tonight) to
tussle with some burly lovenest doorwomen out to protect their studs. "I've got
a wide-on that won't quit. I'm just looking for a bit of oral, then a straight
fuck. Maybe some more afterwards, if you're good enough."

"I'm good, very good." He paused. "120."

Aldyth snorted. "Fuck off! If you're so good, why weren't you busy when I
arrived?" Then she noticed the compbooks on a shelf, schematics of power
transfer conduits - she recognised them immediately, snatching one book,
turning and sneering at him, her latent Welsh accent emerging. "You're studying
Rigging? You, a man?"

Jimi quickly set his glass aside and reached for the book, hugging it against
his chest like a baby. "Why not? It's not illegal."

"No," she admitted. "Just a damned waste of time and money."

Transit Corridors, with their ability to open portals between Earth and any of
a thousand known worlds in the Galaxy, had made spaceship travel obsolete -
after all, why spend decades, even centuries travelling on expensive, dangerous
spaceships, when one can step through a doorway, and instantly be on another
planet, light-years away? Industry, exploration, the sciences, commerce - all
had made quantum leaps with the use of the Corridors, and many problems which
had plagued humankind had now been conquered.

Of course, there had to be a catch: the Corridors could carry just about
anything - goods, food, energy, workers - halfway across the Galaxy and back,
with no ill effects. But it inexplicably tore apart any living tissue carrying
the human male chromosome, killing all men who tried using it. Even sperm
samples were damaged, and after more than a century of research into the
problem, a solution was still not forthcoming. But despite this, humanity
couldn't leave the Galaxy unexplored, unexploited, could it?

Thus, it was women Expeditionaries who first mapped and prospected worlds like
those in the Antares, Deneb and Spica systems. Women Riggers who built and ran
the factories and refineries, the terraforming plants and farming stations, on
those new worlds. Women Marines who fought the territorial wars with the alien
races encountered Out There.

And as for the human men, seemingly bound forever to Earth's system, their
former political, economic and societal dominance now hopelessly eroded? Well,
apart from those fringe radicals at the spaceports calling for the Corridors to
be shut down just because they can't use them, Aldyth thought men seemed more
content now with their lot than when they were running the world (into the
ground). Like her mother used to say, men were good for childrearing,
housekeeping and entertaining. Just don't give them anything more important
than that.

She glared at him. "No wonder you try to fleece your customers."

He shrugged helplessly, returning the compbook to the shelf. "The Rigger's
course doesn't come cheap."

"I know; I'm still paying mine back, after five years."

"But if they ever do make the breakthrough, I want to be the first qualified
male Rigger on some new world."

"Not if you keep turning away customers with your prices; I never met a stud
worth more than fifty creds a shot." She reached out, pulling aside one lapel
of his kimono, examining his clean, bare chest. "Still, you're better looking
than some of the old boilers on the street. Fifty-five."

He stuck out his chin, trying to look defiant - Aldyth thought it cute.
"Seventy. I do have some pride, you know."

She considered it. "Let's see your piece."

He opened his kimono. His cock wasn't very long, but it was thick with a
flaring tip only partly covered by the foreskin, rearing up from a trimmed
cluster of black curls at his groin, above a sac firm and dark in colour.

Very nice; Aldyth would pay ninety for that. But she said, "Sixty."

"Done."

"Good; now drop that gown and get me another drink, stud." She watched as he
shrugged off the kimono, letting it fall to his feet; the rest of his body was
tanned and lovely, and she enjoyed the feel of his ass as she slapped him back
towards the drinks cabinet. In the background, the room's comp locked the door
and, having logged their verbal agreement, debited her credcard. She only half-
paid attention, sitting down at the foot of the bed and hurriedly undressing,
casting her clothes to an adjacent chair. She loved this moment of
anticipation, the way it juiced her up further and made her nipples stand.
After three months' slogging on a miserable cold planet, cooped up with a
thousand other girls for company, she was gagging to settle down for an hour
with a soft-skinned, sweet-smelling male - not one of those shore studs, out to
snare a woman into marriage, but one who knew his business, and stuck to it.

He presented her with a refilled glass. She pointed towards his groin with it
before bringing it to her lips. "Play with it. I like watching men do that."

Slowly he brought his hand up and curled his fingers around his shaft, stroking
himself gently at first, the loose foreskin smoothing back from the big glans.
She watched intently as it grew in his hand, rising and thickening and
lengthening before her very eyes, a tool in the hands of a professional; this
was light-years better than the erotic holos she had to keep her company on
Antares, and she imagined how it would feel to swallow his hot flesh inside of
her, enveloping him and making him beg for mercy. Her hand trailed between her
massive thighs, brushing against the triangle of hair covering her vulva,
before she pulled it away; it wasn't wise to let a stud see how turned on you
were - gives them ideas above their station.

But she couldn't wait any longer. Swallowing her second drink in one gulp and
discarding her glass, she belched and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs
and making herself comfortable. "Lick me out, stud."

Jimi said nothing now, simply crawled up from the foot of the bed between her
legs. Aldyth could feel the heat escape from her open pussy, and she spread her
buttocks further, feeling the cool supple velvet of the Saurian silk bedsheets
riding up and lightly grazing against her anus.

Jimi's fingers spread her labia open and smoothed the silky moisture over her
throbbing clitoris, standing proudly from the surrounding folds. Her pussy
pulsed, as his tongue began lapping at the dewy folds. Aldyth moaned and
grunted, her hands curling into fists, drawing up bedsheet with them, and she
thrust her crotch towards his eager, expert mouth, even as one of his hands had
reached up and was squeezing and stroking her left breast, kneading the nipple.

She came once, then again - Goddess, she was gagging for it! - as he continued
this sweet torture, until she gasped and cried out, stifling herself. Shit,
that was great! "Not bad, stud," she found herself saying, coolly. "I wonder
what you've got for an encore."

He raised himself onto his elbow, still between her legs, his face glistening
with her juices. "That depends on you. Want to try something kinky?"

She wiped the sweat from her brow. "Will it cost extra?"

"It's a straight fuck, as agreed. But it's an old position they don't use much
anymore."

She smirked. "All right, stud. Surprise me."

He grinned and rose to his feet for a condom. "Get on your hands and knees."

She glared at him.

"Please?" he entreated, not sounding so assertive now.

She stretched and moved about on the bed, wishing it were a firmer mattress.
The throbbing in her vulva had subsided, replaced by a warm, insistent glow -
she could still come again, and soon; he was good, and she was glad she'd made
a good deal on him. On all fours, she parted her thighs so that her buttocks
opened and her sex pouted at him. She suspected what this might be, but never
thought she'd ever indulge in it.

Jimi mounted her from behind, his cock pressing urgently between her legs; she
lifted her buttocks higher, so that her pussy opened receptively, its lips
swallowing first his cockhead, then the full length of his stem. Aldyth gasped;
it was amazing! It was so bizarre, animal-like; she actually felt like she was
the one being used! She felt his pubic hair brush dryly against her bottom as
he worked himself back and forth along her hot, moist channel, holding her by
the thighs, grunting in equal satisfaction.

He thrusted once, much deeper than before, and she climaxed again, surging and
pulsing around his rigid cock. Her head was buried in the pillow, stifling her
groaning, as wave after wave of pleasure spread through her, like one prolonged
climax. The thrusts of his cock felt so wonderful; sex with a stud had never
been as good as this!

When he finally cried out and came, she used the muscles of her vagina to milk
the last drops of come out of him, not releasing him until he made some groans
of his own. Then she let him withdraw, and they lay together on the bed, arms
around each other.

He was half out of breath (though she suspected it was for her benefit, to make
her feel like he enjoyed it, too). "You were terrific. Did you like it?"

Aldyth smirked, then half-laughed. "Not bad." Of course, she couldn't tell her
mates about this; after all, they'd take the piss out of her for letting a man
even suggest something as radical as that, let alone control her in such a way.
She reached up and playfully tapped Jimi on the chin. "I might stay for another
round, if you can keep it up."

A trace of smugness lifted his smile. "If you can keep paying, I can keep it
up."

She stared at him intently now, all business. "Jimi, I have a secret to tell
you, and then maybe we can make another deal." She sat up on one elbow.
"There's talk in the colonies about a major breakthrough in the works, for
getting men safely through the Corridor."

He sat up now, face bright. "Seriously? You wouldn't lie to a poor boy, now
would you?"

"'Course not. I don't understand the details myself, but they say they might
have it working in the next few months, possibly weeks. Do you still want to be
the first qualified Rigger Out There?"

"More than anything."

"Then tell you what: let me stay here for the rest of my weekend pass, keep me
happy at no charge, and I'll give you all the practical knowledge of Rigging I
can think of; you'll pass your tests for sure. What do you say?"

It was like he'd been given a ticket to Heaven - literally; he looked ready to
cry. "Oh yes, Al! It's a deal!"

He gave her a big hug, and she squeezed back, reaching down to stroke his
buttocks, only half-listening to his plans for her entertainment for the next
forty or so hours. Of course, she knew there was no imminent breakthrough. Even
if there had been, the female Establishment - having finally attained dominion
after millennia of patriarchal misrule and abuse of women - wasn't about to let
men get even a toehold into the door again.

It may not have been fair or right - Aldyth would have been the first to admit
that - but could she pass up such a golden opportunity just for the sake of
principle?

END

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