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distractions worked. In fact, they had worked so well that, over the past three weeks, she had been thinking of signing up for a second contract, maybe after splurging on a couple of months of hedonistic pleasures. That was what she hadn’t wanted to share with Waryd the previous night. The fact that, not only was she
not
thinking of ever joining a freelancer outfit, but that she was actually seriously considering staying on with XeGeTech.
    There was just one fly in her personal ointment. And that was Waryd.
    Just the thought of him made her groan, filling her with a yearning that made what she had felt for Shad a vacation-time infatuation. Not that she would ever admit that to Waryd. He already had too much sex appeal for his own good, without her flattering him with fantasies of what she wanted to do to him if they ever met face to face. In the final analysis, she couldn’t afford to be distracted by Waryd or by anything he had to say. There was too much at stake.
    Pushing her bowl away, she gulped at her beaker of juice. It was the good stuff, organic, freshly pulped and frozen at A-grade Earth processing plants before being shipped out with her to Falcin V. All her food supplies were top quality, no doubt harvested by serene monks on hillsides far away from the pollution of urban centres and seas of heavy metals that now afflicted Earth. She wondered what her family were eating. Even with the extra credit allowances, she knew it wasn’t close to what they needed to buy the kind of juice she was drinking.
    Heavy metal accumulation in the food chain, ever-present smog and acidic rain, the relentless waves of extinction sweeping the planet…. It wasn’t really a question of the people of Earth wanting to get off their benighted planet. The fact of the matter was, they
had
to. And, by pinpointing deposits of valuable ore, Meyal felt she was doing her bit to ensure that technology could be built fast enough to enable a choking population to leave their contaminated nest. If anything could make her feel better, that realisation should.
    So what if she’d chosen a megacorp as her employer, rather than a freelance unit? She had made her decision based on pragmatic factors. Factors that had nothing to do with Waryd’s so-called “romanticism”.
    Meyal pushed her chair back roughly and got up, taking the dirty dishes to the sanitation unit.
    “Sure. Join a freelance unit, maybe get more profits but leave my family to suffer in the meantime? I’d have to have rocks in my head.”
    She snorted at her own joke as she headed for the Analysis Room.

Chapter Two
    The next three weeks settled back into their normal routine. Waryd didn’t mention the freelancers again and Meyal pretended that the conversation hadn’t taken place. After a couple of days of awkwardness, they even resumed their chat-sex sessions. Meyal hadn’t realised how much she’d missed them.
    “Your cock looks so smooth and lickable. Like a big tube of all-male goodness.”
    Waryd, kneeling with his legs splayed open before her, pumped his erect dick, his eyes closed. Meyal watched the way his balls bobbed up and down, in rhythm to his hand’s movements, and swallowed.
    “I can just imagine taking you in my mouth,” she told him, her voice husky. “You slide over my tongue. I’m hot and wet inside.”
    “Yes, yes,” he groaned. “You feel wonderful, Meyal.”
    “Can you feel yourself hitting the back of my throat? The head of your dick pressing against the slick softness?”
    “Yes, I can,” he said through gritted teeth.
    Meyal saw beads of perspiration form on his face and trickle down the taut lines of his throat.
    “I moan, but my cries are muffled. I’m stuffed full of your dick and all I can do is close my lips and try to milk it.”
    She watched as the moisture tickled at his chest. It vanished beneath a mat of dark, wiry hair, before appearing again as it tracked down the tight dips of his abdomen, then was swallowed by the beckoning