as a vise, while his right hand reached behind to meet mine. He guided my fingertip into his hole.

He started to moan, and he shot a stream of cum between my parted lips before slowly diving back in; his stiff cock pulsed out shot after shot, making me choke his salty juice down. His hard cumshot didn’t break the rhythmic sway of his hips – it was a slow cadence you could set a clock to. The ring of his asshole constricted around my fingertip, squeezing in spasms.

When the eruption slowed down, Leighton slipped his dick out of my mouth. One last hot spurt landed on my cheek. He used his thumb to smear it to my mouth. I licked it up.

Leighton looked down at me, panting and smiling.

“Worth every credit,” he said. We cleaned up with his bath towel. Then he reached over to a nearby gravity box hovering near the door and pulled out a datacard. He handed it to me.

I looked at it, and tried to hand it back.

“You gave me the wrong one,” I said. “You only owe me 7 thousand credits.” He didn’t move to take it.

“No, that’s the right one,” he said. “Payment for my contract and payment for one last job I need you to do.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Must be a hell of a job.”

“Well, no. It’s a small job. Just consider the rest a bonus.” He must have read the hesitation on my face, because then he added, “Where I grew up, I was taught that when fortune favors you, you do a favor for someone less fortunate. It’s enough to get the boxship you’ve always wanted.”

He was right. The datacard in the palm of my hand was good for 300 million IPC’s, payable upon service. Enough for a boxship - a really good boxship. My mind reeled with the possibilities.

“I don’t know what to say. This could change my life.” I looked at the datacard again. “A lot.”

“I hope so,” Leighton said. “You don’t seem like the type who wants to stay stuck on this old junk of a space station.”

“I appreciate it, but what kind of job do I have to do to earn this?”

“Well, I have a cousin who’s recently divorced. He just moved to the MESS, and I thought I’d do something nice for him before I leave. He saw you on media screen last week, and he liked what he saw.”

“Business has picked up since that day,” I laughed. “So where’s he from?”

“Eloran.”

My stomach dropped. Eloran was one of the few inhabited planets where post-birth genetic modifications were common, legal procedures. They had different standards of human beauty, and experimented with plant and animal genes. The last Eloran I met had feline eyes and talons for fingers.

I still have the scars from that encounter, mostly emotional. I tried not to remember the details.

I forced my face into a cheery grin, gripping the datacard in my hand. Over Leighton’s shoulder, I could see a boxship glide outside the window.

“Maybe I can squeeze him in…”