Earth - Boatswain Abram Wallace - After Hours
From Create Your Own Story
At the end of the first day of training, Chief Petty Officer Abram Wallace had dinner at the C.P.O. Club, belted back a few drinks at the bar there, and, with the night now fallen, drove his hover-craft out the main gate. He didn't have to drive far to find what he was seeking. Just a few blocks past the Sentry Post, young-- and not-so-young-- streetwalkers would hangout under the street lamps, hoping to turn a trick or two. Most of these females were either too young or too old to get work in any of the clip joints, so they were reduced to plying their trade outdoors.
There was one now that interested Wallace. She was wearing a ridiculously short skirt with white boots that were equally ridiculously high. The skirt and matching jacket were white and the boots were a bright shiny red, evidently made of vinyl. She had long blonde hair and pale, almost ghostly white skin. He figured she probably did not get out in the sun very much. Her thin, practically emaciated look suggested to him that she was either a junkie or very young. Or both.
Pulling up to curb, he flicked the switch which electrically lowered the window on the passenger side and the woman walked over to the hover-craft.
"Got the time?" she asked in a nasally voice as she leaned through the window.
"Yeah," Chief Wallace said, taking a closer look at her. He flipped another switch and the electric door latch on her side unlocked with a thump. The young woman climbed into the passenger. She seemed to be all legs and boots.
"How old are you?" he asked.
"How old do you think I am?" she answered.
"Twenty-one," he smiled. He doubted if she were a day over eighteen. He had probably been in Boot Camp about the time she was born.
"Yup," she answered, smacking her gum loudly.
Chief Wallace put the hovercraft in gear and pulled away from the curb. "Where to?"
"What do you want?" the girl asked. She probably knew of plenty of quiet alleys and parking lots good enough for a BJ or a quick jack, but if he wanted anything more, she would have to take him to some flop house or cheap hotel."
"Just some head," the Chief told her.
She nodded as if expecting that for an answer. "Twenty. Up front."
"Good enough," he agreed. He knew that was the going rate and was glad she had not tried to over-charge him. Despite her apparent youth, she had probably been on the street long enough to conduct herself like a professional. This was strictly a business transaction; he was not interested in falling in love and it was good to see she was not trying to get rich quick.
"Take the next right, then a left on Thayer Street," she pointed towards the windshield. "There's a parking lot on the left, about halfway down the block."
A few minutes later they pulled into an unpaved lot, neither had said anything more during the brief ride.
"Here," he said, pulling two ten credit bills from his wallet.
She shoved the money into her right jacket pocket and told him, "Push the seat back."
He reached down between the seat and the door and toggled an unseen switch. The front seat eased away from the dashboard with an electric whine. The girl spat her wad of gum out into her left hand and deposited it in her left jacket pocket.
"What's your name?" Chief Wallace asked as he undid his belt and trousers.
"Lita," she answered as she reached between his legs to fish his penis out of his boxer shorts.
"Rita?"
"No, Lita."
"Lolita?"
"Close enough," she replied, kneading his half-erection with both hands, trying to coax him into a full hard-on. She had not asked his name and it did not matter. He knew that unless she was awful stupid, 'Lolita' or whatever she was calling herself was not her real name. Idly, almost absent-mindedly, he reached around her back to cup her breasts through the thin material of the tee-shirt she wore under her jacket. Not surprisingly, she was not wearing a bra. He gently squeezed her breasts as his cock grew in her fingers. Once he was fully hard, she leaned over into his lap and took him in her mouth. As she began to suck him, he slid his hand down and up under her skirt, coming to rest on her bottom.
"Mmmm, yeah, that's it. Suck me," Chief Wallace muttered under his breath. "Suck it. Suck that cock, baby. Yeah, suck me."
Although he could not see it, the girl smiled when he said all of that. Mentally she was chalking him up as a Talker. Some Talkers gave her the creeps, especially when they would start to pretend she was someone they knew, a friend or co-worker for instance. She would wonder what movie was playing inside their heads. A snuff film, perhaps?
But she had found most Talkers to be benign, content to spin their little narrative while she serviced them, muttering a play-by-play they could recall later when they jerked off in the office or at home. As her head bobbed up and down over his lap, it occurred to her that probably half the men she had pleasured had been Talkers to some degree. From those who would repeat, "Ah, yeah," incessantly to those men who referred to "that cock" and "those balls" with such detachment that it seemed as if their genitals were entities separate from their bodies.
She placed this customer somewhere in the middle of the spectrum, grunting and sighing when she bathed his cock with her tongue, and repeating, "suck me" while her head moved up and down, her lips sliding along the length of his shaft as her hand held him firmly at the base of his cock. With her other hand she was holding her long blonde hair up out of the way.
Chief Wallace was circumcised, which she preferred, and thick, which she did not care for. Short, thin cocks were the easiest.
The squeaking of the seat springs began to get louder; and she knew that he was getting close. His hand was now inside her panties, cupping her ass, and his monologue had tapered off into heavy breathing punctuated by the occasional "suck". As she briskly sucked him, she could feel his thighs tensing and relaxing through his trousers, his belly heaving, his penis twitching in her mouth. Suddenly he groaned and tightened his grip on her ass as the first spurt of semen shot from his cock. She held the thick liquid in her mouth as he fired off a second and third spurt.
He relaxed, sinking back into the car seat and releasing his grip on her ass as he let out a deep breath. The girl released the softening penis from her mouth and sat up. She turned away from him, opened the door on her side, and spat out the load of cum onto the ground.
Chief Wallace watched with a bemused look on his face but said nothing. The girl then brushed a strand of her blonde hair from her face and flipped down the visor, checking her makeup in the vanity mirror.
Turning the key in the ignition, Chief Wallace asked, "Can I give you a lift back to the Strip?"
"No thanks," she answered, reapplying her lipstick. "Just drop me at the corner."
He shrugged and did as she requested, letting her off at Thayer and Fifth, then drove back towards his apartment. He would sleep soundly that night and tomorrow he would report in to begin the one month of refresher training before the 5-EX departed for deep space.
