Alan Scarlett and the Scarlett Virus
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 5: Zhang Field
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 5: Zhang Field - A deadly virus is loose in the solar system. If left unchecked, it could kill all life on Earth and her colonies on Mars, Luna, and Venus. Created as the ultimate weapon, it got loose and wiped out an entire colony. Only one person has the skills, the brains, and the political backing to do what needs to be done to stop the virus, but he's only eleven years old. He's got some training to do.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Science Fiction Space Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
Perseverance City, October 11, 2141
Zhang Field
The heavy lift freighter RS Lake Baikal sat ready on the launch platform on Zhang Field. The last two passengers to board the huge, ugly ship were Tammy and Shiela Burnette. Tammy registered and bought the tickets using Ray’s credit card. The big freighter had just delivered 3100 Earth Tons of water to Mars, and is returning to earth with 3100 Earth Tons of high grade iron ore, the life blood of the Martian economy. With iron ore and taconite becoming rare on earth, and water becoming rare on Mars, these Ore/Oar runs were becoming very profitable for both sides of the trade.
A side trade for the freighters was passenger hauling. The larger freighters will have an entire deck of cabins, the older, smaller freighters will have a few cabins (originally, they were storage compartments) and coach seating. The RS Lake Baikal is an old veteran on the Ore/Oar runs and due for retirement. It usually carried 24 coach passengers and six to twelve in the six cabins.
“Coach seats?” demanded Shiela, as they found their way to the small passenger section of the ship. “They don’t have something cheaper? Like steerage?”
“Neither of us has the money for a cabin, and there’s only six passenger cabins on this ship.
“This is ridiculous,” muttered Sheila as she packed her carry-on into the overhead bin. “Will these seats fold back to beds?” she whined.
With a long-suffering sigh Tammy said, “We’ll be weightless, it won’t matter.”
“How many Gs are these seats rated for?” asked Sheila. The guy she was fucking in Perseverance City told her about high-G versus low-G seats. She tried hard to get him to let her move in with him, but his wife didn’t like her at all. (While a ménage à trois is common on male short Luna, on the more cerebral male short society of Mars they’re frowned upon. Woman seeking a man on Mars will often settle for an “arrangement.”)
“Ask the cabin steward,” said her mother.
“Oh garçon! What G level are these seats rated for?”
The cabin steward looked at her and smiled. Garçon means “boy” and mispronounced as badly as Sheila mangled that word. It means “I’m stupid. Fuck with my brain.” The cabin steward bowed and said, “U tebya krasivyye sis’ki.” (You have nice tits.)
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