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triangle at his groin.
    “My hot mouth envelops you as I suck. I move in and out, in and out, as you feel pressure building in your sex. Your balls tighten and you feel an explosion coming from the back of your cock. I suck you once more, harder this time, and my teeth scrape against your delicate skin….”
    With a shout, Waryd came, his legs seesawing along the floor while spurts of white – tinged the palest of blues via the holo technology – erupted from the flushed head of his dick, splashing the floor in small thick pools.
    “I swallow your hot cum before letting you slip from my mouth,” Meyal finished, “and give your head a tender kiss.”
    Waryd liked it when she brought her stories to a conclusion, instead of stopping the moment he reached orgasm. He said it made him feel as though they were more connected.
    He continued rocking for another minute, his spasms gradually lessening. Finally, his legs were still and only his chest heaved. His head was angled down, his hair spiky with sweat, and the sound of his breathing echoed across both orbitals.
    Watching him, Meyal was once more filled with a wild yearning to touch his body and run her palms along his slick, heated flesh. Her desire was a physical thing, making her fingers itch and drying the skin on her lips so she had to lick them feverishly. He looked so masculine, so alluring, that she took an involuntary step forward.
    He looked up at that moment and the crooked grin on his face melted her heart.
    “That was, uh, incredible,” he said. “As usual. Did you, er….”
    “Just before you,” she assured him, with a smile.
    “That’s good.” His head sank once more onto his chest. “That’s good.”
    She could have kissed him. But she couldn’t.
     

     
    It was the unexpectedness of the incoming message that made Meyal frown. Her last report had been acknowledged and she wasn’t due to receive another communiqué for a couple of weeks. So what was causing her board to blink like celebration lights when she walked into the Analysis Room the following morning?
    Sliding into her seat, she played the waiting despatch, coded Urgent for immediate consumption.
    The message began with the spinning XeGeTech logo, followed by a hologram of Faber Carven, the company’s founder and chief executive. He was a handsome man of middle age, with bushy eyebrows and a cleft chin. But his movie-vid good looks couldn’t hide the cold glint in his eyes or a pair of lips that always seemed stretched thin with disapproval.
    Today, however, he was smiling, an expression that made Meyal feel even more apprehensive. She was sure that a happy Faber Carven meant that a population of people somewhere in the galaxy were about to have a very bad time of it. She wondered if that included her, and swallowed.
    “Good day, valued employee. I am talking to you today as the bearer of good news. News that I hope you will celebrate, no matter where in our wonderful galaxy you may be.
    “As you know, XeGeTech began its business as a prospector of mineral wealth more than sixty years ago with my grandfather, Rollo Carven. When Grandad retired, he passed the torch to my father, Brown Carven who – seventeen years ago – passed control of the company to me. XeGeTech has always specialised in work outside of Earth’s solar system, leveraging creases as they’re found, and being at the vanguard of exo-geology exploration and exploitation.
    “In the past seven decades, however, we have not been alone in this venture. Our major rival, ExoSystems, has dogged us every step of the way, forcing us to be quicker, more efficient and more productive in all we do. While appreciative of the innovations that ExoSystems forced XeGeTech to develop, it was nonetheless my father’s wish to have the wherewithal to buy out our rival, and I am happy to say that the time has finally come for his wish to be fulfilled.
    “As of three days ago, ExoSystems has come under the ownership of XeGeTech. I’d