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Subject: {ASSM} Girl #16180 Part 02: The Temp [Joe Tortuga] (FF oral scifi)
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World: the /deSade/
Story Arc: Girl #16180
Piece: 02
Abstract: Sue Ellen McDougal has an encounter with Girl #16180

Story can be seen at http://www.cultoftheturtle.com/
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Girl #16180

By "Generic" Joe Tortuga <joe@otbp.org>
(FF scifi oral)

Part 02: The Temp


On Earth, most people work first shift, and very very few work third.
On a space station, however, it is different. There's no real day or
real night, so time is especially arbitrary. If the stations rotate,
it's usually for gravity or structural integrity, and much much faster
than once per day. So on a station, shifts are divided more evenly.
Only slightly more than a third of the population works the first
shift, and slightly less than a third work the third shift. The
dirtside names stuck though, first shift was the day shift, and third
was the night.

So for most people, there was a sleeping shift, a working shift, and
an "entertaining" shift, during which they'd handle their evening
business, catch a movie or a date. A third of the people were doing
one of those three at every moment, keeping energy use from spiking
too high, and distributing the people across all parts of the
stations. People tended to associate with whatever group they were a
part of, and things were no different for Sue Ellen McDougal. Her
boyfriends and occasional dates (including the current one) were all
third shift workers. She liked it that way.

She worked as a temporary file clerk for the company that created Girl
#16180. Normally you wouldn't read a story about some file clerk or a
temp. But there are two very important facts about Sue Ellen McDougal.

The first is that they found her at work, very late for her date with
her boyfriend, midway through the first shift. She was in the records
storage closet, sweaty and naked, and smelling of sex.

The second, and more interesting fact -- which also fully explains the
first -- was that Sue Ellen McDougal was the first woman to meet Girl
#16180.
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To: RJ Sang <rjsang@...l5.space>
From: txjacobs@...l5.space>
Re: Disposition of Sue Ellen McDougal
Date: August 12, 2170

[Attachment Begins] --Deposition of Sue Ellen McDougal, taken under
Loquatia.
Dossier
ID: Sue Ellen McDougal (392-343-23432)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 157cm
Mass: 50kg
Age: 21
Birth Date: 2149.02.27

Subject responds well to Loquatia, if perhaps overly descriptive. This
is normal and points to a complete and truthful deposition. Transcript
follows (McDougal voice entries only.)



My night? Well, mostly it started normal night, y'know. I had a date
with Jack. I'd had a good paycheck the week before, so I'd gone down
to Sak's and bought some designer low-G stuff. A nice skirt that sort
of wafted around but still covered everything. Same for the top. I
bought a nice bra and panties set, too. They're all gone now, but,
hey, they were just clothes.

Oh! And my shoes! I found this awesome pair of iVersace low-g
ultra-high heels. Shiny red, patent Corinthian neo-leather. And on
sale, too!

I guess it's okay. I mean, you didn't see her. She was freaking
awesome.

Yeah, yeah, sorry. I'll get back on track. It's just that her hair was
so luminous. Her eyes, I just lost myself in them.

Anyway, I was working in records, checking over the datacubes, and
organizing them. Every week as new clone models role off, I close up
the books and put away the records. Plus we've got exabytes of cubes
back in there. Hard to believe it fits in a walk-in closet. I was
scanning cube titles, and organizing them when someone opened the
door. And there she was, this naked lady.

I mean, she was the hottest person I've ever seen. I'd never even done
anything with girls. Man was I stupid. Anyway, she was standing there,
the light was behind her mostly, and it's like she was glowing. But
maybe that was just natural.

I told you about her hair right? Bright golden red, and her eyes
pierced right to my soul. Oh, and her breasts? Wow. They made my mouth
water. Then she said something. It was like an aphrodisiac, what the
fuck did she say? I'll remember in a moment, but I know it was the
most sensual, wonderful thing I'd ever heard.

All I could think of was that I just wanted to lean up to her and kiss
her, or maybe lick her breasts. Or something. I don't think I was that
clear on what I wanted. I just know when I heard her, my nipples got
real hard, and my pussy got all wet when I heard it. I remember what
she said now: "Is this the records room?" Yeah. that was it. So.
Fucking. Hot.

Sorry, when I think about her, I just can't think straight. Probably
because she's a girl. He he, that's funny right? I'm a girl, and she's
a girl.

Sigh. You really have no sense of humor do you?

Okay, like I said, she asked me if it was the records room and I just
nodded, and fell down to my knees. She didn't ask me to, I just, well
I just wanted to. My eyes were on her breasts the whole way down. The
next thing I know, her hands are behind my head, tilting it up to her
face.

She smiled at me, she was so happy, so beautiful. She leaned over me,
and pulled my lips to her breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her
areola was crinkly with arousal. I'd be aroused too, if I had that
kind of a body. And walked around naked someplace.


I, mean, I knew it was odd to see a naked woman at work. I knew I
should report it, but if you'd seen her, you'd know. She was supposed
to be naked, so everyone could see her beauty. Like a work of erotic
art, there just for me, little Sue Ellen McDougal the file clerk temp.

Like I was saying, I was sucking on the most luscious breast ever, her
hands were in my hair, pulling me close. She was moaning, and I moaned
back knowing I was doing a good job, turning her on as much as I was
turned on by her. Her hands went all over my body, and she pulled off
my shirt. I remember because I had to stop kissing her breasts so she
could pull it over my head.

I remember moaning, frustrated to be separated from her, but it was
okay. She pulled my face in between her breasts, and I took them in my
hands, and pushed them against my face, as I kissed and licked them.
She pushed on my head a bit, and I kissed down her body. I'd never
gone down on a woman before. She was musky and wet, and smelled like a
hot fuck. Which is how she looked, really. And what she was. Her lips
were awesome; I can still taste her on my tongue. No man ever tasted
so good, let me tell you that.

I'm not sure exactly what happened next. I was on the floor, on my
side, and she'd taken everything off of me, except for my shoes. She
had the ultra-high heels in her hands, spreading my legs. I felt her
tongue on my clit, and I started coming. I even stopped licking her, I
was so distracted, I just sort of moaned into her pussy, and she was
shuddering around my head, grabbing me with her thighs.

She rolled me over on my back then, still straddling me, still licking
me. She put a finger inside me, and then another. Then she started
fucking me with her fingers. She ground into my face in time with her
thrusts, and I just tried to keep up. She came again, I remember that.
Then I was coming, screaming out loud.

She pressed her cunt into my mouth then, and I just screamed into it.
I guess that's why nobody heard me. Not that I cared. Her cunt was the
most wonderful one in the world. Not that I have a lot to compare it
to, not yet, anyway.

I think I passed out then. At least, when I woke up, I was still
naked, just the shoes, and there were datacubes all over the floor. I
guess we knocked them off the racks as we fucked. She was still there,
only she was wearing my clothes, everything but my panties, which she
had in her hand. Part of me thought she was so sexy in my clothes, and
part was, like, furious that she'd dare cover herself. The part that
thought she was sexy won out and I told her.

She looked a bit surprised and smiled down at me where I lay on the
floor. "Well they are sexy clothes," she said. I just shivered to hear
her voice. It drove me almost as crazy as the first thing she said to
me. Maybe, despite my orgasms, I wasn't too fucked out to care. "I
love your shoes," she added.

"You can have them, too," I told her. "On one condition."

She arched her eyebrow at me, and grinned. "And what is that?"

"Let me lick you again."

She sat on my face then, her cunt right on my lips, my low-G skirt
fluttering around my face. She didn't just let me lick her. She fucked
my tongue, and rode me. I licked her for all I was worth, and the next
thing I know she's moaning and carrying on. I mean, she'd come before,
but it was more like her whole body shuddered, and her pussy clenched.
This time I could tell she was finally losing it.

She was biting her knuckles -- trying to be quiet -- as she came. Her
whole body went rigid, and I just kept licking and licking for all I
was worth. And as she came, soaking my lips in her juices, I started
coming too. Not loud, but strong. And not just in part of my body, but
all over. It was like I exploded and imploded at the same time.  It
fucking rocked.

That's the last thing I remember from last night. I didn't wake up
until the day shift people found me. And then the only proof I had was
that I could still taste her on my lips. Datacubes were strewn all
over the place, and my clothes were gone; I'll probably be fired for
indecent behavior, but if you'd seen her you'd have done it too. Hell,
I got off cheap -- just one nice outfit.

She could have my whole wardrobe if she'd came back for just one
night. But I can guess from you guys that she's gone for good.

Guess I'll have to find a girlfriend then. Someone into shoes and sex.

That's all I got to say.

[Attachment Ends]

Subject was wistful after treatment, and fairly emotional. This is
consistent with side effects of Loquatia, as well as her experience.
McDougal's descriptions are consistent with Girl #16180's data, and
the incident earlier in the night. Records is still determining if any
datacubes are missing, it will easily take a week before they can get
through the entire catalogue, by which time Girl #16180 will probably
be off-station.

Our recommendation for Sue Ellen McDougal's continued employment
follows.  Normal company policy is termination under the indecency
clause, however McDougal represents a unique case of someone not
involved with (or aware of) Girl #16180's origins having encountered
her.  She should be kept under observation to see if there are any
averse or atypical side effects that might allow us to identify others
who have fallen under Girl #16180's sphere of influence.  For this
reason, we suggest that she retain her position (perhaps in a
different department) and that she be offered permanent employment so
that we can ensure her continued availability.

Thom Jacobs, Chief of Security

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