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Erica and I are in the kitchen/bar, Erica has begun to microwave coquilles Saint-Jacques, I had to help her set the unit. She has located a steel can of whipping cream and has laid a line of it around my midsection; she licks it slowly, holding my legs and pressing her large breasts against my thighs—the effect is extraordinary. I can watch Collette through the divider. Erica is a fleshy woman, moans with me in her mouth, Tonio's "Now lean farther, Collette" behind her.
The window/wall is a mirror and Tonio has Collette alongside it moving her hands over her body, leaning back, leaning down, leaning back as she moves in time to Jamaican music. She is leaning down as Erica and I come in with the food—Tonio is masturbating. I cannot resist entering Collette from behind. After a minute we tumble to the rug and Erica is somehow beneath Collette and Collette begins licking Erica's breasts, running circles around the nipples, taking them full into her mouth. Finally I roll from Collette and as Tonio enters her I enter Erica from above. By the time we finish, the scallops need reheating, but they are delicious, the wine has gone flat, but Collette, gorgeous woman, has found some champagne.
It is much later. We have all taken waferlike dosages of D-Pharmacon. I am on the recliner with Erica, Tonio is fixing a snack.
Collette comes to the recliner. "Room for me?' she says.
Erica shifts over, slips away to Tonio.
Collette takes my face in her warm hands and kisses me with a wide mouth and a flashing tongue. "You luscious man, you," she whispers. "Mountain climber. Why don't you just program yourself on a continuous circuit here, ride with me all the time?"
"And what if I get bored?" I say.
Collette kisses me again. "Do I bore you?'
I laugh.
"No," she says, "you're right. We ought to go alpine climbing together, to the Andes."
"Or sign on for the next research ship, fly to the stars. You could be my aide."
"What a dream," she giggles. "I thought of something else I like about you. You don't hold your breath. Watch Tonio, he does. You don't, you just breathe when it happens. You know how to fly."
"That's something I've missed, flying. This ship rides like a barge."
"What's it really like?"
"Like this," I say, cupping her breast in my hand. "Like this," I say, kissing her nipple, sliding my hand up her thigh.
When I wake the next morning, Erica is preparing breakfast in the kitchen/bar, has an accident with the range, that's what wakes me.
"I wish Collette were here," I hear her saying. "She knows how to run this mother-fucking thing."
I look around the cabin, stretch, and yawn. I see Tonio isn't here, either; the cabin, my cabin, has been tidied up— the videon again a window/wall, now showing suborbital flight, though we are still quite a distance from the planet. "She'll be back," I say.
"No, she won't," I think I hear.
"What?"
"She won't be back," Erica says very clearly; now she is leaning around the divider. "She's been transferred."
"What?"
"Transferred.
They came for her last night. You were out like a stone; she was, too, really. Well, nobody wanted to wake you."
"Tonio?" I say.
"No, no," Erica is saying, she's almost laughing. "Tonic's switched to male service for LasVenus. No, I'm going to take care of you."
She brings the tray and sets it down on the coffee table, strokes my chest. "Your
coun
is a love root, my
couillon
its flower," she says. Apropos of what? "Wait and you'll see," she tells me. "Eat."
"How can she be transferred? That isn't the understanding I had."
"It happens," Erica mutters through a fistful of pills she is taking one at a time. "I think she may have gotten herself in a little bit of trouble, but it can't be serious. Not where to, but
whom
to, and how should I know?" She is downing pills one after the other, she must have five more left in her hand.
I ask her why the drugs.
"We're on a downangle already, I just know it. I can't stand landing or taking off."
The
The window/wall is a mirror and Tonio has Collette alongside it moving her hands over her body, leaning back, leaning down, leaning back as she moves in time to Jamaican music. She is leaning down as Erica and I come in with the food—Tonio is masturbating. I cannot resist entering Collette from behind. After a minute we tumble to the rug and Erica is somehow beneath Collette and Collette begins licking Erica's breasts, running circles around the nipples, taking them full into her mouth. Finally I roll from Collette and as Tonio enters her I enter Erica from above. By the time we finish, the scallops need reheating, but they are delicious, the wine has gone flat, but Collette, gorgeous woman, has found some champagne.
It is much later. We have all taken waferlike dosages of D-Pharmacon. I am on the recliner with Erica, Tonio is fixing a snack.
Collette comes to the recliner. "Room for me?' she says.
Erica shifts over, slips away to Tonio.
Collette takes my face in her warm hands and kisses me with a wide mouth and a flashing tongue. "You luscious man, you," she whispers. "Mountain climber. Why don't you just program yourself on a continuous circuit here, ride with me all the time?"
"And what if I get bored?" I say.
Collette kisses me again. "Do I bore you?'
I laugh.
"No," she says, "you're right. We ought to go alpine climbing together, to the Andes."
"Or sign on for the next research ship, fly to the stars. You could be my aide."
"What a dream," she giggles. "I thought of something else I like about you. You don't hold your breath. Watch Tonio, he does. You don't, you just breathe when it happens. You know how to fly."
"That's something I've missed, flying. This ship rides like a barge."
"What's it really like?"
"Like this," I say, cupping her breast in my hand. "Like this," I say, kissing her nipple, sliding my hand up her thigh.
When I wake the next morning, Erica is preparing breakfast in the kitchen/bar, has an accident with the range, that's what wakes me.
"I wish Collette were here," I hear her saying. "She knows how to run this mother-fucking thing."
I look around the cabin, stretch, and yawn. I see Tonio isn't here, either; the cabin, my cabin, has been tidied up— the videon again a window/wall, now showing suborbital flight, though we are still quite a distance from the planet. "She'll be back," I say.
"No, she won't," I think I hear.
"What?"
"She won't be back," Erica says very clearly; now she is leaning around the divider. "She's been transferred."
"What?"
"Transferred.
They came for her last night. You were out like a stone; she was, too, really. Well, nobody wanted to wake you."
"Tonio?" I say.
"No, no," Erica is saying, she's almost laughing. "Tonic's switched to male service for LasVenus. No, I'm going to take care of you."
She brings the tray and sets it down on the coffee table, strokes my chest. "Your
coun
is a love root, my
couillon
its flower," she says. Apropos of what? "Wait and you'll see," she tells me. "Eat."
"How can she be transferred? That isn't the understanding I had."
"It happens," Erica mutters through a fistful of pills she is taking one at a time. "I think she may have gotten herself in a little bit of trouble, but it can't be serious. Not where to, but
whom
to, and how should I know?" She is downing pills one after the other, she must have five more left in her hand.
I ask her why the drugs.
"We're on a downangle already, I just know it. I can't stand landing or taking off."
The
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