PBP Game Colony Ship EXODUS: Search for New Home

Dahlia

(OOC: Since Hvast has been missing in action for a little over a week now, I'm going to let Dahlia's scenes move along. When Hvast comes back, we can do a short pick up of the scene and then keep Felix moving from there with Dahlia jumping back to the future.)

After Felix, Dahlia's next customer was Councilman Hornsby. He was annoyed that her schedule had been pushed up for the day, so he couldn't enjoy himself like he usually did. He settled for a quicky before leaving. As Dahlia is about to start washing up for her next client, her tablet begins to buzz urgently.

Dahlia P042, client roster from this point to Monday morning, your appointments have been cancelled. In the morning, you are to report to Floor 5 Special R&D division. Report to Cindy McClain by 7 A.M. for special investigation.

R&D Team:
Cindy McClain, R&D Head, Expert at programming, diagnostics, engineering, robotics
Michael Hendrick, Diagnostic Expert
Abigail Adams, Programming Expert
Trent Williams, AH R&D Rep and Engeineering, and Robotics Engineering Expert
Nathan Fillion, Former Special Forces leader, Psychologist, and Biologist

(OOC: What's a Space Odyssey without Nathan Fillion? I couldn't resist....)
 
Blake Cain
Two of my fingers tease her lips, and they slip inside her waiting mouth. I direct her hands to my belt buckle. "Later," I say as my sausage jumps out. He replaces my hand playing with her pussy and gets soaked with her. "Be a good citizen and don't make sound." Then I push her back on the counter. My sausage bottoms out, and we're off to the races.
 
Blake Cain

Andrea tries to be quiet, but Cain can feel that she is extremely tight. She obviously hasn't had any for a while if she is that tight. She is carefully bucking her hips to meet his thrusts, while trying not to fall off the counter. She is moaning softly, but occasionally yelps with some of Cain's deeper thrusts.

"Ooooh, that's right Officer! I've been a bad, bad girl! Please punish me!"
 
Blake Cain
I sigh in fake disappointment. "And here you were, doing so well."

I pull out and pick her up in a fireman's carry. One hand keeps her in place as she wriggles in fake struggle. The other fingers her mercilessly. If she was wet before, she's gushing now.

Once we're in the bedroom I throw her down on the bed. Where she sleeps with her husband. Serves the fucker right.

I like the look on her face. Surprised. Turned on because of the surprise. I pull her arms back. Cuffs come off the belt on my dragging pants. I snap her wrist into one, wrap it around the bedpost, lock her other wrist. She's lying across the bed on her back, naked as a babe. Now she looks desperate.

I strip. Slowly. Her eyes track my sausage as it bounces.

"I'll make you a deal. Show me you can be quiet..." I take my sausage in hand. "...and I'll let you be loud." I drag a finger over her slit, then her clit. She arches her back trying to keep me there. She's got no leverage on me, though. I'm in charge. I drop my sausage in her face. "Now suck."
 
Blake Cain

Andrea is practically whimpering for his cock by the time it reaches her face. She sucks it down greedily and begins bobbing her head as best she can in the position he has put her in.

She is now extremely wet, having never been handcuffed in her life and finds the experience a real turn on. She might need to experiment with more bondage in the near future...
 
Blake Cain
Damn, she is going nuts for the cuffs. I'm gonna have to show her all sorts of tricks with those.

She's doing a damn good job on my sausage. Her technique's not great, but then she has to crane her neck to reach me. I climb up on the bed and straddle her chest. Those tits deserve some playtime. Not yet though.

I fuck her face. Not hard, but with a rhythm that shows her who's in charge. In this position her technique's flawless. The sight of her lips squeezing me gets me extra hard. But I'm not ready to cum yet. Not in her mouth, anyway.

"I knew you could do it. Are you ready to get loud?"
 
Alicia Lane

Alicia enters the bathroom as Sarah showers behind the very frosted glass walls.

"I'm home, Sarah," She announces before snickering. "Cute little outfit you have there on your bed."
 
Blake Cain

Andrea is smiling widely when he pulls out of her mouth. Some of her saliva is dribbling down her chin, but she doesn't seem to care.

"Oooh yes Officer! Make me have a noise violation! Damn, these cuffs are turning me on Cain! I need your cock so bad! Please, give it to me! Make me cum!"
 
Alicia Lane

Sarah cries in surprise when she hears Alicia calling to her.

"O-oh! High sis! Y-yeah, I thought I would go for the cute look tonight. Think it will fit me?"
 
Alicia Lane

"Yeah, it's a very casual look," Alicia replies. "It's a nice choice for today."

"Speaking of today, how was your day?"
 
Alicia lane

"I-it was great! I was able to talk to my crush a bit today. I met him at lunch in one of the classrooms that wasn't occupied."

Sarah is so glad she's still in the shower and Alicia can't see her. She blushes a bit and pulls her finger out of her pussy. She had been so busy thinking about Terry and how badly she wanted him before Alicia had arrived... She had only been able to talk to him and flirt a bit at lunch, but she hoped she could rope him in soon.

"So how was your day?"
 
Alicia Lane

"Almost the same as always," Alicia replies. "Just endless classes to teach."

"Spent some time with Josh during one of my breaks, though. I got to say, sometimes I still think it's a bit weird to date a student."
 
Alicia Lane

Sarah gave a nervous giggle at that last part.

"Weird as in good or weird as in bad? A lot of teachers pull it off somehow don't they? I mean its not that unheard of these days."

She didn't need Alicia putting doubt in her mind about this. She was already nervous about going out with Terry, and that was only if she could somehow get in hooked.
 
Alicia Lane

Alicia giggles. "Weird good," She replies. "Like everyone is whispering into your ear not to do it, but you do it anyway."
 
Alicia Lane

Sarah gives a sigh of relief. Maybe she can pull this off after all if Alicia is enjoying her relationship?

"So how was it with him? A teacher sleeping with a student, I mean. Did you take the lead or.... I know it was sort of mutual with you and Terry, but Josh is younger."
 
Alicia Lane

Alicia ponders a bit before answering. "I guess we both took the lead in our case," She smiles at the thought of her boyfriend. "Once you get past the naughty aspect of it being a teacher-student relationship, it's pretty similar to whatever relationship you might have, be it with someone of your own age or not."
 
FallenSaint said:
Dahlia

(OOC: Since Hvast has been missing in action for a little over a week now, I'm going to let Dahlia's scenes move along. When Hvast comes back, we can do a short pick up of the scene and then keep Felix moving from there with Dahlia jumping back to the future.)

After Felix, Dahlia's next customer was Councilman Hornsby. He was annoyed that her schedule had been pushed up for the day, so he couldn't enjoy himself like he usually did. He settled for a quicky before leaving. As Dahlia is about to start washing up for her next client, her tablet begins to buzz urgently.

Dahlia P042, client roster from this point to Monday morning, your appointments have been cancelled. In the morning, you are to report to Floor 5 Special R&D division. Report to Cindy McClain by 7 A.M. for special investigation.

R&D Team:
Cindy McClain, R&D Head, Expert at programming, diagnostics, engineering, robotics
Michael Hendrick, Diagnostic Expert
Abigail Adams, Programming Expert
Trent Williams, AH R&D Rep and Engeineering, and Robotics Engineering Expert
Nathan Fillion, Former Special Forces leader, Psychologist, and Biologist

(OOC: What's a Space Odyssey without Nathan Fillion? I couldn't resist....)
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(OOC: Dahlia is now automatically a Firefly fan and she's not sure why...)

As Hornsby left, Dahlia possessed the sudden urge to lock her door. Her next client wouldn't be for another hour, and she could easily use the excuse of cleaning her suite on him if he arrived early. The councilman was a known frequenter of hers after all. His time was usually long.

She moved to the bathroom, feeling more leaden with each step. She paused, turning on the faucet. The water splashed neatly in the stainless steel sink, flowing in curved arcs to the drain. It was clean, orderly, and predictable, a simple calculation of fluid dynamics and molecular behavior.

Her Gaussian visage streaked the sink's surface beneath. She sniffed, then punched a fist-shaped crater right into it.

She quaked with rage. Angry at Felix for turning sexual pleasure into a destruction of will. Angry at Hornsby for using her as some kind of charging port for his work ethic. Angry at her creators who "tested" her for "quality control" and "customer satisfaction." Angry at two and a half centuries of perpetual prostitution and only now just realizing what she had actually been doing.

"I... I-I-I can't do this anymore!" she screamed. The sink was now decorated with pits and shears, the previously behaved water now following its nature and spilling to the floor.

She followed suit as the strength left her legs. Her quaking turned to heaving, degenerating into thick, tinny sobs.

Her tablet buzzed. The text-to-speech software automatically read aloud her new free time, and if she understood the concept of religion, she might've said her prayer was answered. Even Michael would be there. She stared in disbelief.

She forced herself through a shower, and dispassionately turned off the sink faucet. Changing into night clothes despite the ship's clock, she crawled into her bed. She needed some offline time.

Then the dreams came. Lost in slumberland, electronic sheep gave way to more pleasant scenes, and Dahlia smiled as Michael took her pain away.

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Her internal chronometer recorded the time as 6:55am. She had been active for 25 minutes exactly. One might say she overslept, though the application of that phrase to an android would be dubious of course. After all, racing the length and breadth of the Exodus in that time is impossible for a human.

Clothed in a jumpsuit meant to mimic the standard crew uniform (a gift from the quartermaster after one apparently helpful night for him), she regarded the entrance to the R&D Division lounge with new suspicion. Part of her neural net bothered her with images of being recalled and reset by representatives off the corporation, but what Michael said yesterday still reassured her. Besides, he was here, along with Officer McClain, his good friend, and staff of the Exodus only. She calmed herself, then rapped on the door.

Dahlia now possessed a glimmer of sharpness in her eyes to those who would notice. A mark of sentience and understanding. She plumbed the depths of the uncanny valley, and began the slow ascent to the other cliff.
 
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Alicia Lane

(OOC: Sorry for dragging this conversation out. We need to slow Alicia down until Cain can catch up. We'll probably stop at Alicia arriving at Veronica's until he can get there.)

Sarah finally got out of the shower and grabbed her towel and began to dry off.

"Soooo.... You're totally fine with younger people dating older people? That doesn't bother you in the slightest, right?"

She was blushing still and wouldn't quite meet Alicia's eyes.
 
Dahlia

When Dahlia enters the R&D division, she finds that the waiting room has almost nothing there except a desk with a woman sitting behind it. Well, sleeping on it to be more exact. One of her hands was still wrapped around the bottle of whiskey that was still half full beside her. When the door closed behind Dahlia, the woman was startled awake. Her long blonde hair was a mess and her eyes were bloodshot.

"What? Dahlia? What time..." The woman checked her tablet for the time and swore loudly. She got up slowly and made her way around the counter and offered Dahlia a hand.

"I'm Cindy McClain. Do you know me Dahlia?"

The correct answer would probably be no. Cindy had never come to see her and had never been there to work on her at any of the checkups.... But something inside Dahlia clicked. She saw an image of a pretty little girl in golden pig tails. She is smiling up at Dahlia. But this image isn't a memory that Dahlia can truly recall. So where does it come from?
 
Dahlia

The "memory" unnerved her, especially considering that, for better or worse, Dahlia could recall practically everything that happened to her. Save her actual programming anyway. She searched through her memory banks, desperately trying to find something, anything, that could be make sense of that... and turned up nothing.

She looked up at Cindy. She was dangerously close to the threshold of human response where they began to notice something amiss. She twitched her lips.

"Officer McClain!" Dahlia enclosed a hand around hers. "I know of you, I don't..." The contraction bobbed in her mouth. It hadn't been the first time. She swallowed. "... think we've formally met."

Dahlia took sidelong glance at the bottle of whisky. "You are the chief diagnostician and head of research and development." She felt vaguely worried at stating that. "I must admit I am curious about my change of schedule and order to report here."
 
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