Chapter 8

Ed Royse had known what would happen when he snipped out with an AC-DC couple who wore no clothes in space and insisted that he emulate them. He was right.

Once the ship was in space and the course plotted and tbe automatic astrogation in control, there was very irde to do on a spaceship, big or little. Bill and Sonya, ¦¦rurally, turned to sex. Ed began to think he'd been taken. They were delighted to have him aboard. He should have charged them, rather than paid them for taking him aboard!

There was no "day" or "night" in space, but it was 0tai second night out, according to the clock, when Sonya stole into his tiny cabin, kissed him briefly, and

then did a thoroughly competent and dehghtful job of going down on him. He shot off enough semen into her mouth to drown a less sensual woman. When she had finished, and both of them were gasping, she swallowing steadily; Ed looked up to see Bill standing in the arched hatchway. Ed waved. Bill waved a languid hand back.

"Good cocksucker, isn't she?" he said, and he went back to bed.

The ice had been broken, and a few hours later the three of them were involved in a sweating scene. Ed was hetero, and he was not too anxious to enter into Bill's homo games, but Bill understood. He wanted it. So he knelt on the edge of the bunk, and Sonya bestrode his waist, sitting on his back and facing rearward. Thus Ed had a woman to kiss and squeeze and lovely breasts to toy with, making both her happy and him happy, while he made Bill—and himself, truth to tell—happy by ramming himself in and out of the man's upturned ass. It was no less hot and tight than a woman's, and Ed went weak and trembly very quickly. While Sonya strained him close, he spurted up into her husband's anus, groaning and listening to Bill's groans.

"Too bad you're such a bigot," Bill said a few hours later, as they made a useless check of the cargo hold. Everything was fine, naturally.

"Bigotl"

Bill shrugged. "Sure. You only screw women. That's prejudice if I ever heard of it. I like being sucked off by women . . . and men. I like sucking off women . . . and men. I like an occasional ass-screw .. . and it's a shame you're a bigot. That's why we had Sonya there on my back facing you, so you could have the illusion of screwing her while I was getting it. But the shame is she'd love to have been down under me with a mouthful.

I come something fierce when I'm getting it in the back."

Ed shook his head. It had never occurred to him that a professional pimp, a Licensed Procurer and member in good standing in the Guild of Procs, could be . . . prejudiced! He supposed there was no denying it. He was. He was a bigot, prejudiced against screwing men. Hetero chauvinistic pig!

"Ed?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to break a rule," Bill said. "I'm going to open one of these cases. Man just likes to know what he's transporting."

"Naughty naughty," Ed grunted, looking in unconcealed curiosity at the crates.

Bill chuckled. "Yeah. I know what all those blue ones from Sheridan Berry, Inc. are . . . cosmetics. They're shipping them via me to avoid the duties those goddamned Martians impose on Earthside makeup and stuff. But these other unmarked babies . . . well."

With great care, Bill 'opened one of the crates. Ed squatted nearby, watching the expert job of cracking. It took Bill thirty minutes to open the box, but he did it without leaving a mark. He spent another five or six minutes lifting out the packing, carefully.

"Beginning to look as if it's all nylon wadding," Ed commented.

"Urn. Something mighty fragile ... be damned! Wow, I'm not going to deal with those muths any more! You know what we're hauling?"

Ed shook his head, leaning closer.

"About ten years," Ed said. "This is Zombie! Strictly available on an MD's prescription. Whew!" He rose to his feet, looking down into the opened case. "Come on

Ed, let's get a drink of something. I can't repack this stuff now ... I'm too shook. Man this is the most illegal cargo I ever had! Fll pack it later ... verrrrry carefully."

So they got their drink, and after that they went to interrupt Sonya, who was reading a book that had her, according to her own admission, hot as a neutron rifle. She took her husband into her body from behind while she knelt between Ed's legs. He and Ed made a contest of it, chuckling as they rocked the more than willing girl back and forth between their hunching hips. Bill won, but that was because Sonya put so much suction into it that Ed was unable to hold back.

Then they retired to their separate cabins—there were two, one for the Galaghers and one for Ed Royse.

After about an hour of thinking about it, Ed slipped quietly back to the cargo hold and swiped one vial of the potent drug that turned its recipient into a completely malleable slave. Then he spent many minutes on his bunk, grinning into the dark, before he was able to get to sleep. His dreams involved Simon and Ramona, and they were most pleasant.