Max: Life At Low G, part 2
Continued from Brain Dump 10111
It took most of the first month, but I eventually adjusted to life at low G. I still got dizzy on occasion, but my digestive system did not seem as determined to turn itself inside out as it had been. I still had trouble sleeping and the crowded quarters didn't help. Fortunately upgrades require testing, especially when a bug in the system could result in 1000 or so people being blown out into space. If I saved the amp for after work, I could catch a few hours while tests and tests of tests were being run. Sleeping in mid-air may be good for your back, but it makes for fucked up dreams.
In one dream I was planet-side, waiting for a subway. I don't know exactly where I was. The trains were smaller than the average subway and were open-air, no roof or walls. As each train came and went I slowly moved towards the edge of the platform, planning to eventually get on one of the trains. When I finally was close enough to actually get on a train, I realized that I didn't have enough cred to pay for my ride. The last train pulled up and Andy and Cassie were on it. They got off and walked over to me. Andy told Cassie to kiss me for him because, he said jokingly, he was fairly sure I was infected with "something".
The downside of sleeping on the job is getting woke up by Andy. I never knew if he was going to head-butt me or grab my crotch or untether me and push me into the wall. It was only fair. If he was stupid enough to sleep on the job I would feel obligated to do the same to him.
"I can see your poor little stomach has finally calmed down."
"Did you want to join Cassie and me tonight?"
"Can I at least meet her first?"
"You've seen her ass, what more do you need?"
"Why don't you two meet me in the bar?"
"Because that is time that could be spent fucking."
"Right. See you at the bar."
"No you won't."
"I will eventually."
"Ass," he said before kissing me hard on the mouth and then launching himself towards the exit.
I wasn't too surprised when I saw them floating into the bar a few days later. I was surprised that it wasn't Andy's idea.
"You owe me," Cassie said.
"Owe you?"
"You got a free show at the aboreum. I think I deserve a show in return."
"Like what?"
"She want to watch us fuck, dumbass," Andy said with a smile.
"But you said that it would be next to impossible for us to fuck in low G."
"It is."
"But my room is right next to the G chamber. I wanted to get used to one G in case I got a job on Earth."
That was all I needed to hear.
Going from low G to one G is possibly worse than just being in low G, even with frequent trips to the G chamber to renew my aquaintence with 1 G. Not only does my stomach do backflips but my back kills me for at least an hour. Not that I ever let back trouble get in the way.
The private rooms were more than a few steps above crew quarters. It was about the same size, but no one was strapped the walls, the shower tube was clean and a view screen on the wall gave the illusion of having a window.
I was still silently admiring the room when Andy tackled me. Patience was not his strong suit. It was not long before he was inside me. I looked over at Cassie. She had managed to get mostly naked before she decided that we were too interesting to miss. It was only one round before she decided she had to join in.
After that, we were together most of the time away from work. Andy and Cassie had much more of a drive than I could muster. But I enjoyed being in private quarters, with a private connection and having the best free show on the station.
The rest of our time on the station formed a comfortable pattern of work and play.
Leave it to Andy and me to actually fall in love with her.
It took most of the first month, but I eventually adjusted to life at low G. I still got dizzy on occasion, but my digestive system did not seem as determined to turn itself inside out as it had been. I still had trouble sleeping and the crowded quarters didn't help. Fortunately upgrades require testing, especially when a bug in the system could result in 1000 or so people being blown out into space. If I saved the amp for after work, I could catch a few hours while tests and tests of tests were being run. Sleeping in mid-air may be good for your back, but it makes for fucked up dreams.
In one dream I was planet-side, waiting for a subway. I don't know exactly where I was. The trains were smaller than the average subway and were open-air, no roof or walls. As each train came and went I slowly moved towards the edge of the platform, planning to eventually get on one of the trains. When I finally was close enough to actually get on a train, I realized that I didn't have enough cred to pay for my ride. The last train pulled up and Andy and Cassie were on it. They got off and walked over to me. Andy told Cassie to kiss me for him because, he said jokingly, he was fairly sure I was infected with "something".
The downside of sleeping on the job is getting woke up by Andy. I never knew if he was going to head-butt me or grab my crotch or untether me and push me into the wall. It was only fair. If he was stupid enough to sleep on the job I would feel obligated to do the same to him.
"I can see your poor little stomach has finally calmed down."
"Did you want to join Cassie and me tonight?"
"Can I at least meet her first?"
"You've seen her ass, what more do you need?"
"Why don't you two meet me in the bar?"
"Because that is time that could be spent fucking."
"Right. See you at the bar."
"No you won't."
"I will eventually."
"Ass," he said before kissing me hard on the mouth and then launching himself towards the exit.
I wasn't too surprised when I saw them floating into the bar a few days later. I was surprised that it wasn't Andy's idea.
"You owe me," Cassie said.
"Owe you?"
"You got a free show at the aboreum. I think I deserve a show in return."
"Like what?"
"She want to watch us fuck, dumbass," Andy said with a smile.
"But you said that it would be next to impossible for us to fuck in low G."
"It is."
"But my room is right next to the G chamber. I wanted to get used to one G in case I got a job on Earth."
That was all I needed to hear.
Going from low G to one G is possibly worse than just being in low G, even with frequent trips to the G chamber to renew my aquaintence with 1 G. Not only does my stomach do backflips but my back kills me for at least an hour. Not that I ever let back trouble get in the way.
The private rooms were more than a few steps above crew quarters. It was about the same size, but no one was strapped the walls, the shower tube was clean and a view screen on the wall gave the illusion of having a window.
I was still silently admiring the room when Andy tackled me. Patience was not his strong suit. It was not long before he was inside me. I looked over at Cassie. She had managed to get mostly naked before she decided that we were too interesting to miss. It was only one round before she decided she had to join in.
After that, we were together most of the time away from work. Andy and Cassie had much more of a drive than I could muster. But I enjoyed being in private quarters, with a private connection and having the best free show on the station.
The rest of our time on the station formed a comfortable pattern of work and play.
Leave it to Andy and me to actually fall in love with her.
posted by Max Dobberstein at 11/06/2006 10:54:00 AM
1 Comments:
Well, I finally took the time to read this! Niiice. :-) The only problem is that you start a dream-sequence but don't really end it. It seemed like it kept going.
I'm also a little confused about the relationships going on. Were Andy and the narrator a couple before Cassy came along or were Andy and Cassy a couple? Or just fuck buddies? The only thing I'm sure of is that the narrator (does he have a name?) is bisexual.
Keep going. I'm really interested in what happens!
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