PBP Game Colony Ship EXODUS: Search for New Home

Alicia Lane

The music was great, and Gilliam was a good dancer, Alicia thought while moving with him. The guy was even a bit good-looking, and if she wasn't deadly tired, the light brushes of his erection against her ass would probably get him somewhere.

She looked nearby them to find Terry and Veronica madly grinding against each other as he surreptitiously squeezed her left boob. Alicia smiled at the sight, they looked good together, and she hoped it could last if they were indeed a couple.

At a nearby table, it seemed Clint was looking the same way, but he seemed to be enjoyinhg the sight of the rocking couple a bit more than he should. Alicia then felt Gilliam's hand sneaking around her body to hold her toned stomach, causing her to freeze. Luckily for her, the DJ chose that exact moment to stop the song, and Alicia thought she heard Terry groaning loudly.

She disentangled herself from Gilliam's arms and smiled at him. "Go take some time and have a drink." Gilliam gave her a brief smile and then walked over to the table Clint had just vacated. A few feet from her, Clint already had taken Veronica's arm in his hand.

"Looks like you're gonna dance with me now, Alicia." Terry's cheerful voice said at her left.

She looked up at her friend and grinned. "Well, let's go then."

 

Blake Cain

Blake actually received a quick response from his commander. <Alright. I'll be expecting you tomorrow morning. Finishing up some paperwork now before heading home.>

Heading back towards the Vertigo, Cain would probably notice that the area was a little liverlier than usual thanks to most of the Bridge crew having the day off. He easily finds the dance club and may enter when he wishes.

 

Alicia Lane

When the next song started, Veronica and Clint started dancing not far from where Terry and Alicia were. Veronica wasn't quite as energetic with the other teacher as she had been Terry, but she didn't resist when his hands drifted from her hips to her ass. Clint was clearly testing the waters.

Terry wasn't acting as if Clint's antics were bothering him. Instead he started dancing with Alicia at a steady pace. Unlike Gilliam, he started dancing in front of Alicia, but moved as the music got a little faster to basically the same place Gilliam had been. His hands rested higher on her sides than Gilliam's had, but he didn't make a move just yet. Maybe he was waiting for some sign from Alicia, or just waiting to see what Veronica would allow Clint to do.

At the bar, Gilliam was ordering another round of drinks for the group when the song ended in case the girls wanted a rest. He would have a turn with Veronica next, but was willing to wait.

 

Alicia Lane

Alicia writhed as she danced with Terry. Her friend's hands were in a different place than Gilliam's had been, but she didn't really mind. Looking beside them, she noticed Veronica looked a bit torn as Clint's right hand rested over her ass.

All of a sudden then, she felt Terry's left hand sliding down to her stomach and pulling her closer to him, his right one palming her breast over her shirt as his hard cock came in contact with her ass. Alicia gasped at her friend's unexpected action.

She quickly pulled herself together, though. With Terry being her friend, Alicia felt she had the liberty of joking with him. "Careful now," She said in a whisper. "What would your girlfriend say?"

 

Blake Cain
The line outside the club gets antsy when they see me, so I flip my visor up like I'm not about to crack skulls. Doesn't stop me from brushing past the bouncers. You can't please everyone.

Yep, this is the source of that teeth-buzzing from earlier. The bass is so strong my knuckles rattle against each other, and I have to remember not to clench my fists. People already think I'm looking for trouble. In the end I find what I am looking for. Danny's tending bar tonight. He's a good kid. Coupla goons used to come by his mama's house and shake her down for cash, and when Medical reported they came in with suspicious injuries, I got the call. Would you arrest him for sticking up for family?

He waves over a customer's head, gets a glass from the freezer and tops it off. I drink to his mama's good health. Whistle wetted, I rest my back against the bar. Never spent much time in here, come to think of it, unless I was checkin' in with Danny. Let's see what's up.

 

Alicia Lane

Terry laughed softly in her ear and didn't stop teasing her and dancing. He pressed his hard cock against her a little harder"

"We're not quite at that level yet. Things are still open between us."

He cupped her ass and gave it a little squeeze, half in jest and half serious. Clint was also getting a little more adventurous from what Alicia could see. One of his hands had wrapped around Veronica's waist and he carefully stroked between her legs.

 

Blake Cain

Many of the people around him gave him a wide berth considering he was still in uniform. Normally you didn't see cops in their uniforms in the clubs unless there was trouble.

Danny was in a good mood and was happy to fill him in on the latest gossip. Looking around the club, Blake could see a lot of people having fun and drinking happily. He could possibly spot Alicia as well, if she wasn't buried on the dance floor.

(OOC If you two start a conversation you don't have to wait for me to post to respond to each other. I'll step in if needed.)

 

Alicia Lane

Alicia could admit she was a little surprised at how forward her usually calm friend was being with her. She didn't know what to think, she felt puzzled and excited at the same time. "We're friends, this is all in jest." She tried to reassure herself.

She could see Clint grinding against Veronica from behind as his hand seemed to be moving at her crotch, her mouth open in an oval shape. Alicia felt an unexpected heat between her own legs. "Dammit!"

A moan escaped her lips as Terry gently squeezed her breast and he started to slowly grind himself against her firm ass. She felt his lips come down to plant a kiss at the nape of her neck. "You're so fucking hot, Alicia." He whispered into her ear.

 

Blake Cain
Holy... there's this fucking incandescent blonde out on the dance floor, ass going one way and her tits the other, and she's letting this guy feel up every inch of her. And it looks like her friend's just as friendly. My cup's getting damn snug right now.

Here's the best part. They're wearing uniforms from the Academy. Good news for my appointment tomorrow! Great news for the young-lookin' guys here at the bar. Must be last year's graduates. They got faces like their wet dreams are about to come true.

Nobody else notices the guy talking to Danny is wearing a uniform himself, and he just ordered four, five drinks. Guess he's the odd man out on this shebang.

"Hey," I call over the music. He turns to me. "You need help carryin' all those over to your friends?"

 

Dahlia and Michael

Yes. Yes, of course, the new mining operation. His tiredness and his reason for being here this early. She knew that. Her sudden eagerness -- her sudden everything for that matter -- somehow overrode anything else. As if this was more important than quibbling details like client schedules or ship operations.

Seeing a movie? With a Pleasure Worker AH? As... if it were a date? Curiosity at such a prospect entranced her, but certainly this would have negative implications. Socializing with androids in the same manner as a human was frowned upon, with accusations among some that it interfered with building healthy relationships. Certainly plenty refused to buy into that logic, but the two of them on a... date might confirm the worst fears of those ideologues.

But... this was Michael. He was kind. She felt... content as well as relaxed with him. The performance constructed by her programming could enter intermission. She allowed him to see her ostensible "true self," a permission that, well, seemed to be faulty.

Her leg shifted slightly, and his desire became apparent. Eagerness is contagious after all, even between man and machine.

"Michael. If I may ask of you." She paused as he leaned toward her. His warmth was powerful, containing her snugly. "Continue to disarm me."

His lips hovered over hers, but she pouted, accepting him. The scruff of his beard, the softness of his lips, the passion in his touch... Electricity surged within her, probably destroying a few couplings, but that didn't matter. All that mattered right now was Michael. In cautious and broken movements, she enclosed him with her arms, sliding down his back and up to his neck. She held on, pushing herself to him and yearning for more experiences to come.

 

Alicia Lane

Terry's breath was hot on her neck and his erection was pressed against her. Nearby she could see Veronica buck her ass a bit against Clint. The woman glanced towards Alicia and Terry and gave her friend a sly smile when she saw how their "Dance" was progressing. She eyed both Alicia and Terry with a hungry look in her eyes.

Terry gently gave tit a gentle squeeze before pinching her nipple through the shirt. He was definitely hoping for more than a dance latter.

 

Blake Cain

Gilliam looked up when Blake yelled his way. He didn't know the guy, but there was no missing the uniform. Normally, Gilliam would blow a guy off who asked to help carry drinks if he didn't know them, but he was of the school of thought that all Military/Security personnel were brothers in arms. He ordered another drink for Cain. Gilliam passed half of the drinks to Cain and led the way to their table.

"What brings you in officer..." He let the last part hang, waiting for Cain to introduce himself. If he did, Gilliam would introduce himself as a Military instructor at the Academy and mention that he and his friends were out trying to relax after work.

 

Dahlia and Michael

Michael was afraid for a moment that asking Dahlia to on a date had been a bad idea. She seemed to pause, as if weighing the decision. She didn't give his offer an actual answer, but she did open up for him more. When their lips met, Michael felt his cock throb to life and begin to ache with desire. When she started to take him into her arms, her movements were a little choppy, but seemed filled with a hunger for him that he knew wasn't normal in an AH.

She wasn't acting right. Well, right for an AH. But to Michael, it simply proved his theory he had said earlier. She had limitless potential. He had seen the coding for the AH that worked on the bridge. As one of the lead diagnosticians, he been allowed to help work on them when they needed their routine maintenance and had noted things in the coding that didn't add up. Even the engineers that created them didn't seem all that certain what these anomalies were. To him, they were the path to evolution. Perhaps Dahlia was evolving as well. When he had more time, he would ask her for a chance to look into her coding. If she agreed, he might be able to learn more about her and the other AH.

But that was for later. Now, he had to do as the lady asked and disarm her. Michael laid her back onto the bed, his lips leaving hers to kiss down to her neck again. One hand slid up and cupped one of her perfect tits through her top gently. He moaned softly when he touched her and she could feel his erection rub against her thigh.

 

Alicia Lane

Alicia could feel her resolve to not have fun that night falter as Terry kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts through the shirt and the bra she was wearing. More moans found their way out of her mouth as the erection behind her got more insistent in trying to burn a hole through their uniform pants.

She reached her arm behind her, looping it around her friend's head and bringing it down to her neck, where he suckled at her pulse point. "What are you doing, Lane?" She asked herself while her tongue sneaked out to wet her dry lips. "With a friend! A friend who might become another friend's boyfriend!"

"Gods, I want you, Alicia." She heard Terry whispering in her ear before gently biting her earlobe. She felt her legs threatening to buckle under all that attention. Pulling herself together, she actually started to tentatively rock her ass against her friend's cock. She heard a gasp behind her.

The seemingly neverending song chose that moment to stop. Alicia felt the warmth of Terry's body leaving her, and dazedly she looked around, something at the far corner of her mind telling her she was supposed to dance the next song with Clint.

However, before she could find the man, a hand grasped hers in the middle of the commotion and she helplessly let the disembodied appendage lead her amidst the club's other customers. A few seconds later, they arrived at a secluded hallway where the bathrooms were located. Alicia then, felt herself being gently maneuvered until her back hit the wall.

Terry's face appeared before her with a lustful expression written over his features. "I wasn't ready to hand you over to Clint just yet."

 

Dahlia and Michael

"Michael." Dahlia hated losing the kiss, but being swept down to the bed and nuzzled at the neck was a more-than-adequate substitute. She ploughed her chin through his hair, drawn to his warmth still, wanting to relish in every incredible sensation he could give her.

As he cupped her breast, she became rigid, locked in yet another sensory overload. She adapted, though through arduously regulating the flow of input to her response systems, but it worked. Eventually, the waves of sensation calmed, but she began to demand their return, arching her chest into his hand. Already stimulated by automatic feedback sensors, her stiff nipples blossomed under her top, raking his palm as he remained attentive to her desires.

His style was always this way for her, treating her more as an equal lover and not a relief valve. Their sessions were often longer than her average anyway, and she learned after their first time that she had to account for any additional time of talking or foreplay. Part of her always wondered why before, but now... she could understand. She felt she could experience his love-making instead of being a receptacle of it.

He had found his way to her collar bone now. An grating, electronic groan escaped her lips, elicited by that new element of her neurology that insisted she enjoy herself for a change. She lifted his head to meet her eyes, holding him there as she slipped from her jacket. It landed with a soft rumple on the floor as she lay down again, allowing him to continue and running a hand through his hair. Her mirror on the wall reflected her pleasure, nourishing her with new found intensity -- but it also reflected that reminding stamp on her arm. "P042" with a serial bar code emblazoned beneath. A Pleasure Worker AH that discovered an enjoyment of sex. Well, at least she was in the right business.

 

Alicia Lane

Terry knew what he wanted and he was going to try his best to get it. With Alicia's back against the wall Terry tried to pin her hands above her head. He wasn't being rough, but wanted to make his intentions clear. If she tried, Alicia could easily break free, but he was certainly hoping she wouldn't try.

Terry buried his face in her neck and began to kiss and nibble. He wondered for a moment if she would mind a hickey as he nibbled at her. He freed one of his hands from where he was holding her and started rubbing between her legs.

 

Dahlia and Michael

Dahlia's responses were interesting to Michael. He wasn't fixating on them, but keeping them in mind for later. Her suddenly becoming rigid when he touched her almost reminded him of a virgin getting felt up by her boyfriend for the first time instead of a professional AH designed for sex. And that electronic groan was a clear sign that she was enjoying this much more so than usual. Maybe this was her first time ever enjoying it? He would have to experiment with her apparent "Innocence" later.

When she took off her top, Michael had to stop and take in her beauty even as she ran a hand through his hair. His eyes were drawn for a moment to the stamp on her arm and he noticed her look at it in the mirror. He gently moved one hand to that arm and blocked the mark and made sure to catch her eyes in the mirror. He smiled at her and mouthed "Human" to her before dipping his head to take one of her stiff nipples into his mouth. He rolled the little bud with his tongue before gently biting, but not hard enough to hurt her. His free hand had returned to cupping her other breast and was likewise teasing her nipple, sometimes rolling it with his thumb and other times pinching and pulling carefully. Her obvious enjoyment from his first few touches had given him the resolve to pleasure her as much as possible and hopefully draw more reactions from her like the first.

 

Alicia Lane

Alicia felt all the fight leaving her body as one of Terry's hands touched her burning core while the other secured her wrists above her head. Resigned, the young teacher decided to not overthink it and just enjoy what her friend had in store for her.

"There were a bunch of graduates from last year back there watching us," Terry said, peppering kisses along the column of her neck as his hand manipulated her crotch. "You didn't notice?"

"Gods, no!" Alicia half moaned, half laughed at his skilled touch. "We have to get Veronica out of there!"

"Don't worry," He gently sucked at her skin. "She fucked two of them last year and already did one from this year's bunch."

Alicia's mind spinned with that information, it seemed that day was full of surprises for her. "Can't believe it, aaahhh..."

She felt his suckles switching into kisses again, his fingers pressing on her pussy over the uniform pants. "I'm gonna guess you've never indulged in a student before," She heard Terry's muffled voice. "So, I figured I had to get you out of there for a while."

"Thanks for the consideration," She said, her hips starting to buck against his hands. "A student offered to paint me today." She didn't know why she felt the need to impart that piece of information, but she did it anyways.

Terry laughed, his face buried in her neck. "I swear they get bolder every year."

Alicia then felt his hand raising, lifting the hem of her shirt before dipping inside the tight confines of her pants. She looked up to find his eyes boring down into her soul, as if asking for permission.

She nodded quickly and his fingers finally found her needing pussy.

 

Dahlia and Michael

Human. Michael's lips moved with confidence in her. Enjoy yourself. Dahlia relented, sensing some bizarre presence step away, leaving behind her ghost and her machine body.

She grated her groan once more, dredging it from the depths of her vocalizers, as Michael slipped a nipple into his mouth. Sensory overloads. Nervous receptors. Parietal processors. She saw her body reacted in her mirror, undulating to Michael's face, wanting his touch, needing his tongue. Like so many women in the porn she had witnessed thanks to her clientèle. Reacting to the attention of her lover.

Human. Maybe... at least enough. For him.

"Michael." He hands gripped his hair, pressing him to her. One slipped down into the collar of his uniform, grabbing at his undershirt. He shifted, and his hardness became apparent against her thigh once more. Physical desire for her, his need for her just as she needed him. She twisted her leg slightly, rubbing it underneath him through his pants.

A strange ache of neglected sensors welled between her legs. She had accepted so many men, but never truly felt it. But Michael also enjoyed foreplay, and that meant he often enjoyed her taste before he enjoyed her body. Her curiosity tinged her desire. How would it all... feel...

 

Alicia Lane

Terry pushed two fingers into her, feeling how hot and wet she already was. It seemed a little alcohol and dancing made her into a bit of a slut. And this student wanting to paint her? She seemed interested in letting it happen, but a little worried about it as well. Maybe with the right push she would end up doing it.

Terry began pumping his fingers into her slowly while still kissing at her neck. With her seeming submission, he let her arms go to free up his other hand to wrap in her hair. This allowed him to pull her head to the side and give his mouth better access to her.

"Veronica sure enjoyed the young studs. I'm sure you would too. How was he hoping to paint you? Fully nude, simple posing, or sexy lingerie perhaps?"