Hi all, you may have read this as Karo under my old account, I’ve made a new account to keep ym account names in line across several websites.
All characters are 18+ of course. This is mostly going to be a slow-burn, story driven work with some sex sprinkled through.
I have also been using AI Art generators to create the characters, places, etc – head to DeviantArt and look me up (awalters060) if you’d like to see them – no login or cost or any nonsense like that to view the artwork.
Hope you enjoy and please leave a comment!
Congratulations. You have the job! Please open the attached contract and sign it upon reading.
Karo couldn’t believe it.
Two sentences – barely – in an email. And those two sentences had completely changed his life.
“Watch it, dumbass!” someone snarled, barely avoiding bumping into him. Karo ignored the man. The street was crowded, as always, and Karo had stopped walking suddenly – the fault was entirely hie own – but right now he did not care.
Feverishly, staring still at his ‘top, he triple checked the senders address. It was legitimate, the email address of the recruiters. He re-read it.
Congratulations. You have the job! Please open the attached contract and sign it upon reading.
It couldn’t be real. Millions of people – millions – applied to these jobs with Lacaille Corp. The biggest mining company in the cluster and the most technologically advanced corporation ever, the lowest tier job – drone engineer, of all things – commanded a salary in excess of ten million G’s. Karo had his engineering degree, he’d done quite well, but these jobs went to the alumni of the big universities and colleges on Earth – Sunshine, Yale, Harvard, Peking, those sort – not the mid-range University of Centauri!
Congratulations. You have the job! Please open the attached contract and sign it upon reading.
Karo shook himself and looked around the crowded street. He needed to get off the footpath, Landing City – he hated the lack of originality in the name – had a massive problem with transit as it was. Standing in the middle of the walkway wasn’t helping.
He squeezed his way off to the side, walking amongst the masses until he found a crowded bench to sit on. Uncomfortably close to another man – their legs almost touched no matter what – Karo, hunched to be smaller, clicked to open the attachment.
He scanned the contract, then went back to read it again. It was…short. Gümüşsuyu travesti Way shorter than he was used to seeing. Still long, of course, but compared to a standard T I want to use it!”
“You can after.”
“Just wear one of the stripper’s outfits,” he told her, taking his drink over to the window. “They’ll have something that fits.”
“Oh, nice thinking. They’ll be here in a couple minutes. Also ordered some platters of food.”
Karo took a swig and gasped a little at the fiery burn. “God that’s good,” he coughed.
“So, when do you leave?” Orassi asked, standing next to him. They looked down at the crowds of people dancing below.
“Next week, Wednesday.”
“First class you said? God damn. Don’t go forgetting about me when you’re a multi-millionaire!”
Karo laughed and put an arm around her shoulder. She leant her head on his shoulder. “It’ll take me a while, tax will be a bitch, but I promise I won’t forget you.”
“Tax?”
“Yeah, tax on that income- “
“Karo, you fucking idiot, Lacaille owns that system,” she said, extricating herself from his arm to look at him. “They don’t operate under any of the nations. They don’t tax employees.”
“Wait…but I’m still a Centauri, I’ll be taxed here, won’t I?”
“Jesus fuck dude, you need to start looking into things,” she scoffed. The drone floated over and handed her a cocktail without being asked. “No, you won’t. Can’t be taxed on income earned outside of the Centauri Federation from non-Centauri organisations. You’re getting five million grams a year, dude.”
“Holy…holy shit.”
“Moving it back here will be a pain, but I reckon Lacaille has an agreement or something,” she thought aloud. “If you live frugal and invest heaps, two, three years you’ll be set for a comfortable rest of your life. Huh. Maybe I should follow mums’ advice and make you marry me.”
Karo laughed. “Is she still going on about that?”
“Every time I see her,” was the reply. “You’re paying for me to come visit, by the way.”
“Obviously.”
There was a ding and the door opened. Eight people, five women and three men, strutted inside, all of them topless, with very little hiding their groins. Bright smiles, winks, lusty eyes – Karo’s heart started pounding as two women came up and slid arms around him, introducing themselves, while Orassi was already stroking a man’s chest. The drone started bringing over drinks.
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Karo laughed drunkenly, falling back into the couch. Larissa – or Claire? – one of the redheads fell into his lap, naked as the day she was born, her perfect breasts bouncing deliciously as her ass ground into his crotch. Karo moaned and ran a hand down her smooth back, as warm breath on his ear announced the presence of another girl behind him.
“Well it’s been so much fun,” she whispered tipsily, her lips and tongue flicking over the outside of his ear. His cock was so hard he thought it might explode. “But we gotta go, sweetie…”
“What?” he mumbled as the readhead on his lap started to nuzzle into his neck, pushing her damp pussy down onto his bulge. “Why?”
“Your friend only booked us for two hours.”
Karo blinked, her words slowly working their way into his drunken brain. “What? Why?”
“Ask her, sexy,” the lap-girl said. Her tongue dragged up his neck and he gasped – strippers didn’t do that. “That’s a present. Come back and see me, we can do a bit…more,” she whispered in his ear before standing up, pouting regretfully. Karo stared at her perfect tits, then her apple-shaped ass as she walked away around the couch. He got up on his knees and looked over to see Orassi slapping a stripper on the ass as he walked by and out. She grinned over at Karo.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, gesturing with an empty glass. The drone came over and filled it with something carbonated, which Karo started drinking. “Eugh. Is this hydra-blast?”
“Yeah it is, rich boy,” Orassi replied, drinking her own.
“I don’t wanna sober up! I’m having fun! Bring back Leith-Liss-whoever, bring her back!”
“Only a bit of sobering whingy,” Orassi said with lidded eyes and a lazy grin. Karo had never seen her this drunk before. His dick twitched.
“Oh…?”
Orassi nodded and walked – stumbled really – over to the tablet. The hydra-blast was already doing its work on Karo, and the room was coming into sharper focus, but he still felt a bit tipsy. Orassi straightened as she got to the tablet and tapped a few buttons.
A moment later, the door opened again and Orassi took another drink from the drone, gulping it down, ignoring the newcomers. Karo wasn’t though.
The man was six foot, a shade taller than Karo, bald and built like a tank. His white, button-down shirt was open, revealing rippling Trvesti gümüşsuyu muscles under a lightly bluish skin – Karo had to guess the hue, with the dim lighting of the room, but it looked bluish. He looked so chiseled Karo felt an urge to taste the mans skin – but he wasn’t there for Karo.
“H-h-hiii….” Orassi murmured, having turned to look up at him. The man smiled and stepped over to her. What happened next, Karo didn’t see, as he could now see the woman Orassi had ordered for him.
Her slight frame was defined, with just enough muscle to show she’d take him in a fight, but not enough to be a body builder. The faintest abs showed on her tanned stomach, while her breasts were restrained by a simple piece of white cloth, tied across them, giving a delicious amount of underboob. They weren’t huge breasts, but they weren’t small either.
Karo shook himself and looked higher. Sharp collarbones, a slender neck, to a beautiful flawless face and a sly one-sided smile. The womans blonde hair was held back in a ponytail.
She walked over to Karo, and he realised her eyes were a brilliant green. He scanned down her body – toned legs and bare feet, under skin-tight shorts that left just enough to the imagination. Her hips were curved, and Karo found his eyes drawn to the gap between her thighs – he knew what was there, but even with the skin-tight fabric, the dark shorts and the dim room lighting made it impossible to see details.
“Hi,” she said, coming over to lean over the back of the couch. “I’m Lisa.”
“K-Karo…” he managed to get out. She was stunning, beyond fucking stunning. Orassi knew exactly what he wanted. She even smelled amazing, and the smouldering look in her eyes left no doubt in his mind that she wasn’t a stripper.
“Karo? Nice…so gonna get me a drink?”
“Uh…what would you like?”
She gave a dazzling smile and easily vaulted over the couch back with one arm, controlling her descent so well she barely made it shake. She rested her head on one hand, elbow on the back of the couch, fluidly. “I’m in the mood for something…fun.”
Karo’s heart skipped a beat at the promise in that word.
“Fun, huh?”
“Mmm.”
Karo was about to order some vodka, then a terrible, wonderful idea gripped him. He was just drunk enough to do it, too.
“Drone,” Karo called, not taking his eyes off this beautiful woman in front of him. “Two Persian Poppers.”
“Oooh!” she playfully pushed him on the shoulder. “I like you. I haven’t had a Persian in ages. Let’s get this party started!”
Karo grinned as this stunning woman leapt to her feet, just as the male joytoy led a flustered and still-drunk Orassi over and pushed her into a chair. He jerked his head up in greeting at Karo.