Space Angels 1-The Mating Trials

An eBook By Rex Morgenthal.

"Are they watching us?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes."

"And are they going to watch us ... if we choose to demonstrate ... that behavior?"

"Bingo."

* * *

Now that it came down to the moment of truth, Emily found she was nervous about the whole thing. They were both in complete agreement as to what had to be done. Still, being forced to do it was an entirely new experience for her.

Terry stood up in front of her. "Emily, before we, uh, do this, I want to ask you a question."

"Okay."

"Do you have any idea why you're here? On board the ship, I mean. I get the impression that most of the others have worked as porn stars, or nude models, or something along those lines. But you don't seem like that type to me."

"I'm not. I don't know why the hell they picked me. I haven't done any nude modeling or anything like that. Well, except maybe..."

"Except maybe what?"

"I am a model, I guess. That's how I'm putting myself through college – or was. I started modeling when I was seventeen. Just small-time stuff, really. Later on I got hired to model swimsuits for Jiffy-Mart. They had started up this new line of 'activewear apparel' and they picked a bunch of my shots for the catalogue. Then two years ago I was invited to be part of Sports Monthly's annual swimsuit issue."

"That's not small-time," Terry said.

"No, I guess not. It paid for a big chunk of my tuition – that, and also the pictures in the Sports Monthly calendar. But I've never done any nude modeling. Not even lingerie."

"Still, I guess that explains it," Terry muttered.

"That explains what?"

Terry blushed. "Oh, nothing. Um, I was just thinking that the MFs must have had their spy bots looking into magazines in order to make their selections. That has to be the explanation."

"I guess so," Emily said. "It just doesn't seem fair."

"It's not fair to any of us," Terry said.

Emily didn't respond. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence and uncertainty. Without saying another word, Emily reached out and unzipped Terry's fly. Then she slipped her hand into his jeans and fumbled around until she found what she was looking for. It wasn't a difficult task. Terry became rock-hard as soon as she touched him.

She pulled his penis out of his pants, then began sliding her hand up and down – slowly at first, and then faster...

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