enough Inter Planetary Credits to buy a ride down to the planet. And I couldn’t see that changing anytime soon.

I sighed and turned my attention to the guards’ ass, suddenly gripping on the length of my cock.

The porn sounded funny – news? Was the Tuesday guard getting off to a news announcement?

“Oh god,” the guard said. He froze up a bit, and I felt his ass clench around my cock, tight as a fist.

“Yes!” I sighed. Finally, sensation. I gripped the guard’s hips and pulled him down.

“Oh God, oh God, oh my God!”

The guard was bouncing and squeezing, clapping his hands together, rocking on his knees. For the first time since I got on the bed, I could feel myself coming close to cumming.

“Yeah baby, just like that…” I raised my ass off the bed to get in even deeper.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe it!”

More bouncing, more squeezing. I gripped the guard’s hips harder and helped him up and down; I told him I was close.

“I’m rich!”

It was an unusual exclamation, but it didn’t faze me; people said weird things in the middle of cumming. I clenched my teeth as I shot my load deep into the guard’s ass. The bouncing and squeezing didn’t stop. He was frenzied, turning my orgasm into a minutes long spasm that rocked me from head to toe, shouting, “I’m rich!” and “I can’t believe it!” the whole time. And then suddenly, he leapt off my cock, and it slapped onto my stomach with a wet thwopp! He was jumping around the room like a man gone mad, clasping his hands and laughing.

“What the hell…?”

“I won! What are you deaf? Didn’t you hear? I won the Enceladus lottery!”

Sure enough, I looked at the media screen and saw the announcement: Leighton Axcess, winner of the 3017 Enceladus Planetary Lottery. The words flashed and sparkled and a picture inset in the media screen showed the lottery commentators gesturing animatedly. I grabbed the media controller from the nightstand and raised the volume.

“…again, the lucky winner of the Enceladus Planetary Lottery is Leighton Axcess, currently working dock patrol on the Machby Station.”

Speaking was a thin little man with big hair and a bigger smile; next to him was a bug-eyed blonde woman with almost robotic mannerisms.

“Congratulations, Mr. Axcess!” the blonde said, over-enunciating every word as if she were learning a new language. “Call us on your dataphone!”

“That number,” said the dark man,” is 63335 from any Machby satellite.”

I stared at the screen in disbelief as Leighton snatched his dataphone from the nightstand and dialed the number. The dataphone interacted with the media screen and produced holographic images of the commentators right in the room. Grabbing a pillow to cover my nakedness, it was a few seconds before I logically realized that they weren’t really there. But still, the technology produced images of them in this room, and images of us in the studio. Seeing two holographic people