okay if you don't want to answer. But I noticed you're... really curvy. I was just curious...”
“I had some work done,” Emily replied. She turned around. “Work my back.”
Ryan lathered some more soap up and began rubbing her immense, firm ass.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“Don't be. I'm not. Also, I said my back. Anyway, I did it a few years ago, thought I could attract more tail that way. You seem to enjoy it, so it wasn't a total waste. Not to mention I've got thicker thighs now and that means that my enemies really feel it when I kick their ass.”
Ryan laughed and kept soaping her up.
...
Ryan stepped out into the main hallway, finishing pulling his shirt into place.
“Having fun in there?”
He glanced over. Colleen was just coming out of her room.
“Yeah, what's up?” Ryan replied.
“We're here. Syl and I are going to go grab the package. We've just come into the system and we're linking up with a space station where the package is. You want to come along? I thought you might want to get off the ship.”
“Yeah, that'd be great,” Ryan replied.
Colleen smiled as she walked up to him and stuck her hand out. He took it and she laced their fingers together and squeezed.
“Does it bother you?” Ryan heard himself ask as they walked down the hallway, making for the airlock.
“You banging Emily? No, not at all,” Colleen replied.
“You say that so casually.”
Colleen laughed. “You like me like, way more than you like her,” she replied.
“...you say that so casually.”
She laughed again, louder, as they came up to the airlock. “We're not actually linked up with the station yet, it'll be a minute. I know you like me more than you like her. Also, I like you more than she likes you. Emily likes you in the same way she likes a microwave dinner. You make her feel good and you're easy to prep. I like you because you're a nerd and you're nice to me and I finally have a cute human boy I can lay around with in my underwear with and watch cartoons all day if the mood strikes me,” she explained.
“Huh,” Ryan said after a moment.
“Does that bother you ?”
“No, I like it. I like you...” he leaned over and kissed her. “A lot.”
She smiled. “Good.”
There was a loud clang that reverberated through the ship.
“Sounds like we're here.” They both looked over and saw Syl emerging from the bridge. She looked good in a low-cut t-shirt and a pair thin, tight pants.
“Yep. Ryan wants to join us,” Colleen replied.
Syl smiled and extended her hand. “Good.”
Ryan took it and she laced their fingers and squeezed.
...
The space station they came to was different than the one the Hellcats had picked him up from. Whereas that station had the look and feel of a glorified starport or a contemporary version of the old airports from Earth, this one was larger, seedier and more dangerous. The small personal port they'd locked into had trash on the floor, discarded wrappers and the butts of dead cigarettes, and half the walls were covered in glo-paint.
“This place is creepy,” Ryan murmured.
“Don't worry,” Syl replied as they led him out of the port bay. “We'll protect you.”
Ryan smiled, feeling comforted. He knew it wasn't an idle comment, between Syl's hidden strength and the pistol he'd noticed inside Colleen's hoodie, he knew both badass mercenary babes could kill or lay out any number of bad guys.
They came out of the port bay and stepped into a long, echoing tunnel with poor lighting. It reminded Ryan of old subway tunnels he'd seen in a few historical films they'd made him watch in history class during high school. More glo-paint graffiti, more trash. Everything was made of cheaply welded-together plates of iron. A few people were making their way through the tunnel, eyes downcast, keeping to themselves.
“So where are we going?” Ryan asked as they made their way down the tunnel.
“To meet our contact,” Syl replied. “It's not too far
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