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Chapter 2 by TMJ2008 TMJ2008

What IS an adventurous and handsome young captain to do?

It gets lonely out in space and holo-porn can only do so much. Time to get laid!

There are certain people that say that paying for sex is just not right. They think that laying down creds for what they could get for free with a bit of charm and smooth talk is a waste of money. They think that, if you've got any pride, you'll get laid on the power of your personality and wit.

You are not one of those people.

So it is with quite a bit of enthusiasm that you make your way to the Salvaged Siren, the most popular brothel on S47-V463. The brothel itself is actually the salvaged wreck of what was once a pleasure cruiser where the rich and hedonistic would spend money, do designer **** and fuck in a variety of mind-boggling and body bending ways. Given that fact, it's probably fitting that the wrecked cruiser had been put to use as a whorehouse, some of the more intact rooms of the cruiser even still used for the horizontal (or vertical or diagonal, depending preferences and species limitations) mambo. It's found a second life on the Junk Moon and has been the home to many a twisted orgy and one outbreak of Polisian Turbo Herpes...but they say they got that all cleared up so it's all good.

You make your way inside the cruiser turned brothel, the interior all done in lurid reds and violets. Many of the original furnishings and draperies were still in use with a generous helping of paint and other salvaged bits to complete the picture of red velvet allure. One could almost forget that most of that velvet is actually titanium alloys and other metallic bits of ship. Not that you pay it the least bit of mind as you didn't exactly come here to admire the decor.

As you walk inside you can see members of various species and genders on both the client and serving side of the equation lounging about and generally enjoying themselves. You only have a few moments to take in the view as you are approached and greeted by the Siren's proprietess. It's a feminine figure garbed in gauzy silk strips that barely hang upon hips and shoulders to cover the curves of her breasts and the apex of her thighs from sight. Of course, one has to wonder about why one would have to cover any of those things as the breasts and thighs in question are shining chrome as the madam of the Siren is a droid.

Service Droid 3-V13, or "Evie" as she is called, was once a regular service droid, but, after upgrades to her design and her AI, she has become more pleasure droid and business woman than the service droid she was. Her body is built in feminine fashion, her shining metal body built with narrow waist, full bosom and shapely hips. None of these have any of the softness of femininity, however, as she is made of unyielding metal almost all over. The only visible parts of her that show any signs of softness, in fact, are her full and glistening lips that seem as luscious and plush as any human female's and hair that falls down to her shining silvered shoulders in black curly waves. The latter is probably a wig, but the lips, at least, seem to be part of her design.

Evie approaches you and those lips curve into a sultry smile that somehow accentuates the finely crafted design of feminine features in her "face". Though that's a little offset by the fact that her eyes are little more than soft blue lighted lenses set where a human's eyes would be. Still, not a bad welcoming committee, as you think every time you visit the Siren.

"Captain Halloway. So good to see you again.", Evie says, a contralto purr coming from the artificial voice box held within her throat, her lips moving to match the words even though she doesn't really need to do so to make the sounds, "I take it you'd like some company for the night? Shall I have a line up formed for your perusal, Captain?"

You give her a nod and, with a clap of metallic hands that sounds more like clanging, a line forms in front of you. The individuals in the line are of a wide variety of species and genders (this is an equal opportunity brothel, after all) and each and every one of them is eager to please in their own unique way. All you would have to do is choose.

Ah, the age old question of what to stick your dick in. So who's the lucky lady, gentleman and/or gender-less alien life-form for you?

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