A very, very, steamy shower…[MF, Exhibition, HJ, Cumshot]

**Jakob’s Mate (5): Rub ‘Til It’s Done**

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The clanging of automated air-hammers across the hull of my ship had gotten old after the first hour. Getting a new cover for the Leiaan was awful. I loved the look of my ship. I hated plastering some company logo across it and having to act like I was a lowly unstable ore hauler, in this case.

I worked out with my headphones in, but as I went to grab a snack, the banging got to me again. I groaned in frustration. A shower would clear my head. I cracked my neck and did a louder than normal thumping on the armory door. Sadie and I were—something, but neither of us were quite sure what that something was. In the two days that had passed since we left Outer’s Gate, JIL had been busy trying to think up a communication interface for our new pea-sized friend. Johnny T was ready and willing to help us hide out while things died down. He gave us a really good rate on the ship reskin. I ran my hand down the door frame and the panels hissed and slid apart. I stripped off my smelly workout gear and tossed it into the laundry chute. Automated washing was a feature that I always viewed as a must in a space-faring vessel. I did *not* wash clothes. I was willing to pay three month’s pay for that privilege.

I cracked my knuckles over my neck and stretched, checking out my body in the mirror. Honestly, I had definitely seen worse days. With Sadie on the ship, I’d made it a priority to work out daily. I wasn’t sure if that would ever have any payoff, but I sure did like the way she looked at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. My abs had never looked better. I ran a finger along them and smirked. The six-pack was actually starting to look chiseled again for the first time since I’d become a captain. I was never in to manscaping, but I kept my body hair trimmed *enough*. I had been working on chest and arms for two weeks. I gave a slight flex and was pleased with the muscled man looking back at me.

I needed to shave. The disturbing amount of grey in my stubble was a surefire sign of getting older. I always thought it would happen in my fifties, not when I was closing on forty.

I walked toward the shower stalls and felt my heart thud. One started at the far side of the room. I tiptoed back toward my clothes as quickly as I could. Sadie already thought I was creepy; she’d said so herself. She didn’t need to think I’d snuck into the shower to watch her and jack off. I reached into the laundry chute, hoping the system hadn’t grabbed the clothes.

Of course, it was that efficient. My clothes were gone. I decided on a nude sprint to the captain’s quarters. It was nothing JIL hadn’t seen before. I shut the chute carefully and heard footsteps.

“Oh, my God!” her voice gasped.

“Sadie, I’m so sorry!” I called out, covering my ass as best I could with both hands. “I’m not trying to be creepy. I’ll just wait ‘til—”

She chuckled to herself and quickly walked to her locker.

“Don’t be an idiot, flyboy. I think we’re past that after what happened in the sim.”

She was the one to bring it up! I was finally able to ask the burning question.

“Yeah, how does that change ‘*the game?*’”

“You’ve been waiting to ask that, haven’t you?” I could almost hear her smile. “Well—honestly, I don’t know. I think it’s a bad idea to make it something it’s not, but—I really—”

It was Sadie who sounded nervous this time. I smirked. She cleared her throat and let out a nervous laugh.

“I think you are very attractive,” she admitted. “And it’s really only fair that I let you turn around.”

She was wearing a pair of black panties and a dark green sports bra. I was wearing a smile.

Her eyes dipped down for a moment before she stood up onto her tiptoes and leaned into the locker.

“Ain’t a damn thing wrong with that, flyboy,” she whispered.

“I have to say,” I laughed, raising my eyebrow. “I’m feeling pretty objectified right now.”

Sadie bit her lip and nodded. I felt my jaw slack as she crossed her arms and slipped her fingertips under the tight fabric of her bra. She lifted slowly, her breasts seeming to defy physics. I thought that the universe was joking with me. She seemed to lift and lift with no payoff. Then, the bottoms of her tits popped out the underside of her bra. Sadie held eye contact as she dragged her hands up so slowly that I began to question the laws of spacetime. The moment her delicious little brown nipples cleared the fabric, the rest of her breasts fell in an avalanche, first one then the other.

“Fucking hell,” I moaned as her boobs fell together and jiggled in the best possible way.

Sadie giggled, she stretched her shoulder blades under the pretense of cracking her back, but I knew better. Her marvelous mounds were pressed out by the motion, and I thought I might lose consciousness from rapid blood redistribution.

Sadie looked to my crotch and smiled in satisfaction. She liked knowing exactly how much power she had over me. She slid her hands slowly down her sides and allowed her coral painted nails to slip underneath her panties on either side of her hips. She rocked and worked them down her generous thighs until they reached just above her knees, where they dropped freely to her surprisingly petite feet, the only part of her body that was small.

Show complete, she bent down to pick up her discarded undergarments and spread her arms wide, letting her palms fall open as she shrugged.

“Everything you were hoping for?” she laughed. She was nervous, I could tell.

Her insecurity meant I’d make no jokes. I was totally sincere as I spoke up.

“Sade,” I spoke her name soft and low. “Wow. You are even more stunning than I could have imagined.”

Sadie smiled. It was the same one that was relentlessly assailing my tough attitude. It was the smile that made it extremely difficult to pretend I didn’t care. Her smile that I would have done anything for. She walked past me, rocking her hips from side to side.

“You don’t touch me,” she decided as she walked over to the laundry chute. “Is that a fair rule? I don’t know how we’ve changed now, but I think—Jakob, I want to take this slow. I always go way too deep, way too fast.”

I couldn’t help smirking at her double entendre. Sadie noticed. I thought she was about to make a sarcastic quip, but instead she laughed at herself.

“Yeah I do!”

We both chuckled for a moment before her serious face returned.

“I don’t want you touching me because if you do that—I’m gone. I’ve felt you touch me before, and I don’t think I can keep slow if we’re both naked and just a few inches away from—”

She stared at my dick. She didn’t look away or blush. She bit her lip.

“Anyway!” she snapped her head back up from looking at my crotch. “I want us to have fun. When we finally fuck, I want it to be mind blowing. I want to be hungry for it. Fair?”

“Mmhmm,” I breathed out my nose. I was already starving for her. I was staring. My eyes alternated between her beautiful face, to the tits I was dumbstruck by, to the tiny strip of hair just above the one thing I wanted to get acquainted with most. When I looked back up to her face, she was biting her lip and gave a slight rocking of her head before wrinkling her nose and giggling.

“You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted, flyboy.”

“Yeah, well so do you,” I muttered.

“You’re right,” Sadie winked as she marched to the showers. “Just ask Pru!”

I gave rapid chase, coming up behind her as she entered the thing that could hardly be called relaxing to an Earther. Zero-G showers were what I had always known, outside stations. I never felt clean in a rainfall. Zero-G showers are not like falling water caressing your skin, it’s like stepping into a waterspout. It cycles the same twenty gallons of water through a filter and heater over and over. It takes far less time. The enclosed stalls are not always on. You press the pause button to shampoo, then rinse, then soap up, then rinse again. The whole process takes ten minutes. It’s quite refreshing to be blasted with warm, hurricane force, winds afterward. As a guy, I hardly need to towel off when I’m done. As soon as I step out, I’m ready for my day.

I had a strong feeling this shower would not go so quickly. There would be no showering together in a three-by-three booth, but I had a feeling Sadie would make the show worthwhile.

We both stepped into stalls directly across from one another to get the best view. Sadie locked her feet into the stabilizers in the floor and grabbed the handle above her head. She slammed the green button to her right and smirked. There had never been a more graceful pressure-washing of a delectable body in the entirety of human history. As her newly soaked form blinked and then sputtered, wiping slick hair from her face, she giggled and gestured over to me.

I did the same and pressed the pressure release button. As I did, I couldn’t help hoping that I would get to release some pressure in a few minutes. It had been building for quite some time. When I opened my eyes, post-rinse, she had her eyes locked just above my cock.

*Oh, right. I have abs now,* I thought to myself. I squirted a palmful of body wash into my hand from the dispenser and ran my hands along them, tightening them as I did. As my hands moved up to my still-pumped biceps post-workout, I noticed her eyes following me.

“Are you flexing?” she smiled, rubbing a handful of soap over her stomach and breasts.

“No!” I winked.

She chuckled to herself as she bent at the hips and rubbed down both legs. Purposefully, or accidentally, running her thumb over her crotch, while holding direct eye contact with me. As she finished soaping up, she relocked her feet and slowly let her fingers dance to the rinse button. The water swallowed us both, the warm torrent feeling like a hug from Poseidon. As I stopped, I blinked to clear my vision and reached for the dry button.

Sadie was standing there, still soaked, watching me. She shook her head and waggled a finger back and forth. Her other hand was stroking between her legs. If I came out wet, I’d need to dry the entire shower room. I was so beyond giving a shit. I opened the door and tiny droplets floated outward into the open air. I shut it as quickly as I could behind me. There was a slim difference between “wet and sexy” and “drenched and drowning.”

It was challenging to act sexy in zero-g. As a space kid, I’d had a lifetime of experience with how exactly to move so as not to begin spinning like some kind of smutty carnival ride. Sadie was a slight bit less experienced in this. She’d served aboard vessels but was an Earther through and through. She oversteered slightly as she exited the stall, but quickly corrected herself against one of the many handles embedded in the floor, walls, and ceiling.

“Overreliance on magboots?” I laughed.

“Trying to kill the mood?” she retorted. Sadie locked a foot underneath the inlaid floor handle and quickly remembered why she had exited the stall dripping wet. She began to work with her hand along her folds that were an entirely different kind of wet. She looked in my eyes and pointed at me. She then flipped her fist and made a come-hither gesture. “I want you to stand over me while you jerk it.”

I hardly needed to be asked twice.

Like a Canadian on the rink, I drifted toward her with a carefully measured push from my hand against the opposite wall. I locked a foot under the same handle she’d gripped and wiggled my toes. Her eyes exuded raw sex as she continued but tried to speak through stifled moans.

“Feel like that counts as—” she moaned in a slightly higher tone than her usual speaking voice, staring me down as I began to work myself. “Touching—”

She shut her eyes like a starving woman biting into a delicious Brie. Her hand drifted closer to my flexing calf muscles. She opened her eyes and let out a little squeal as I began to stroke more quickly. She brought a hand to her nipple and gave it a slight tug and moaned a bit louder. It was *the* sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Sadie looked up and could tell I was close.

“Come on my tits,” she ordered, breathing rapidly.

“Fuck that’s—” I groaned, leaning my head back.

Sometimes, once every thousand bad surprises or so in life, the universe decides to be kind. Those moments, where you are expecting a mediocre result, but are gifted with a beautiful one, are to be treasured above all else. This was how I felt as Sadie’s soft hand displaced my own on my cock. I shot over the edge into my orgasm. I snapped my head back down and saw Sadie, my Sadie, fully naked and rapidly working her hand up and down my shaft.

“Surprise,” she winked, still pumping in and out of herself with her other hand. “I couldn’t help myself!”

Before the last words had fully left her mouth, I crashed against one of the top five orgasms of my life—from a hand job. I had a feeling our future was going to be very bright. As I spasmed over and over, I sprayed Sadie whose jaw dropped at the volume and explosiveness of the experience.

“Oh, my God!” she shouted, giggling, “Holy fuck, Jakob!”

Seeing me explode sent Sadie close to her end as well. She moaned higher and faster as her hand circled her clit with more vigor. I made a decision in the heat of the moment that I wasn’t sure if I’d later regret or not. I drifted down over her, grabbed her neck, and pressed my lips to hers. Sadie gasped, caught by almost as much surprise as I was. She’d been clear, I wasn’t supposed to touch her, but I couldn’t help this. Perhaps I could help her a bit and she wouldn’t be upset. I didn’t go between her legs, but I did grope my favorite tits in the whole world. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, kissing her like I meant it. Sadie moaned and her abs tightened as she began to finish.

She opened her mouth and let out a squeal. Her legs pulled out of the restraint and I felt her body drift freely into mine. She brushed my still-stiffened cock with her palm and realized how close it was to exactly where we both wanted it to be. She seemed to reach a new height in her orgasm and cried out, resting her forehead against mine.

Her breathing was ragged as she looked up and began to laugh.

“I’ve wanted that for a long time.”

“You have?” I smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Sadie reiterated, “But—I get the feeling you might have been even more backed up than me.”

Sadie looked down at her newly decorated chest and laughed.

“Whatever would give you that idea?” I sighed, finally feeling satisfied.

Sadie stood up and drifted back toward the shower. She slowly turned back to me.

“Just a hunch. I—”

Her words stopped as I caught her from behind and spun her. I leaned in close and paused by her lips. I didn’t want to be the only one driving things. If she wanted no touching, really, I didn’t want to force myself on her.

Her breathing was slow as she looked up at me. She brought her lips to mine slowly. The kiss was far different than any other we had shared. We kissed more softly than we had before, holding the embrace for a few seconds. I was the one to break away and return to my own shower stall. As I triggered the drying mechanism, she rinsed again. It was my fault, my doing. I didn’t care. If anything, it was a huge turn on.

I exited the shower and saw Sadie drying her hair in the stall. She tussled it and tried to separate the long locks to ensure proper moisture removal. It was mesmerizing. Her eyes were shut tight, but the menial task of hair drying was just as beautiful as anything else Sadie did. The fact that she was totally nude was a plus.

She exited the stall with frizzed hair.

“Still want me even with all these flyaways?”

I looked at Sadie straight on. For once, I didn’t check out her body.

“I want the flyaways, the mind, the attitude, and everything else.”

It was her who kissed me this time. She did it with a gentleness, stroking my cheek. For some reason, this felt much more like speeding things up than when she’d grabbed my cock. That was sexy. This was—intimate.

While we dressed, giving each other flirty glances and making banter, the riveting finally stopped outside the hull. I turned around to face her and watched her drag down a white tank top.

“Hey, you wanna go on a supply run date? I’ve got to meet Johnny T to pay up for the work, and JIL asked for printing silicon, sulfur, and titanium. She also wants Cyanide, but I’m not sure if that’s just her trying to murder us.”

“Yeah,” Sadie spoke more loudly and toward the speaker in the center of the room. “You can’t be too careful with these bootleg AI! You turn your back for five minutes and they come home with a pet!”

We both stared up, waiting for a response that didn’t come.

“JIL?” I asked.

“*Yes, sir?*” the intercom replied.

“Oh, nothing. I was just making sure the intercom was working.”

“*Perhaps I didn’t recognize a command, sir. I’m programmed to ignore extraneous and useless information, especially that which is irrelevant to our current situation.*”

“Wow,” Sadie muttered. “First time getting roasted by an AI. That hurts.”

“*Do you require burn assistance?*” JIL asked. “*I’d offer a salve, but I’m rather sure you’ve already received one today.*”

My jaw dropped open. As soon as I glanced to Sadie, both of us burst out in uproarious laughter. We both crossed the room and approached the armory door. As I opened it, Sadie rose up to kiss my cheek.

“Holy shit!” a woman laughed. “I leave for a week and you two are already hooking up? Good for you, Reckless!”

Pru stared back at us with a backpack over her shoulder and a duffel full of other supplies.

“*Right, sir,*” JIL began, “*I didn’t think you would want me to interrupt your—activities, but Prudence Wright would like permission to come aboard.*”

___

Pru explained that she had found a wanted poster with my name on it. The bounty had been dramatically increased from what it was before. It was likely Three reviewed the same footage we had and saw me conversing with the enigmatic Hezekiah. That, of course, meant he figured out that the strange thing wasn’t totally dead, whatever it was.

“So, I was in the USAF Interdictor flight training program before I dropped out,” Pru explained. “I can make a fuckin’ delicious gumbo, if we can locate any of the ingredients, otherwise I make an acceptable tofumbo.”

“Tofum—” I asked.

“Tofu gumbo,” she replied. “It tastes like shit but it’s *just* a bit alcoholic. So that’s something.”

“Alright,” I nodded, chuckling to myself, “Well, Pru, I appreciate you running down your list of skills, but—”

“I will obviously contribute to the mess budget. I eat a lot. My point is, I’ll pull my weight.”

“Christ, Pru,” I snickered. “You know you had a bunk as soon as you walked aboard, right? No interview needed.”

“Yeah, but,” she paused, “I don’t need any charity. I’m doing this because if you’re being hunted by JCN and UNSEC, you’re gonna need help. I told you when I left, I’m here for anything you need. Plus, bunks on Outer’s Gate were stupid expensive. There’s nothing wrong with working sanitation, but it don’t pay the bills to live on a station like that.”

“So, you’re homeless,” Sadie added.

“Not anymore, bitches!” Pru raised a pair of middle fingers and swiped her wrist along the door to the right of Sadie’s bunk. “I’m a pain jockey now!”

“Pain jockey?” I asked, nudging Sadie.

“It’s what we called security on the Scarborough.”
___

We stopped by the supplier first. We grabbed everything JIL had specified, even a bit of cyanide. The keeper aboard Johnny T’s station gave a subtle nod as he handed it over. He asked if we needed any long guns, hacking spikes, or grenades while we were at it.

I did buy a pair of EMP grenades and some hacking spikes. This only served to reinforce his suspicion that I was an assassin. As the drone zipped our raw materials back to the ship, I made it a point to keep the cyanide on hand just in case.

We approached Johnny T’s and a wide neon sign illuminated the corridor in front of the self-declared “cleaner.” His station, hidden between a pair of moons in Jupiter’s orbit, was where people not wanting to be found went so that they could remain—not found.

“This guy’s really over-the-top,” I warned. “He’s gonna hit on you at some point.”

“I’m a big girl, Jakob,” Sadie winked, nudging my shoulder. “But is he cute?”

“Fuck off!” I laughed as we entered to the sound of red-alert sirens blaring, which seemed to be mixed with a woman’s orgasmic moaning. The rapid pulsing beat was lowered only slightly as the cleaner saw us.

“Ay!” The man popped up from behind a desk. “Jakob! What up wit’ ya?”

“Johnny!” I called back. “Sak pase?”

“N’ap boule!” He laughed, extending a fist to me. “You know how I love when you bring me mountains of fucking money, but what in all of the heavens and the stars is this?”

He gestured to Sadie and quickly shoved me aside.

“Manman,” he muttered, “you are like a blooming lily in the middle of the desert, ma chère.”

“Down, Johnny,” I growled.

“Sadie Schultz,” she stuck out a palm for a handshake, “pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure,” the dark-skinned man laughed, rotating her hand so he could kiss the back of it. “Anchante!”

Sadie laughed and rocked her ass into mine.

“You didn’t tell me he was this good looking and charming, captain.”

“You pay nothing at all,” he laughed, slapping my shoulder. “Leave her here and let me give her a bunk. Maybe we share one if she like!”

“Think we’ll stick with the payment, thanks,” I laughed, pulling out my comm.

“Ah!” he made a dismissive gesture. He turned to Sadie as he walked to retrieve his own comm from the desk. “You get down with this tèt zozo? You no want a real man?”

Sadie looked up at me. She locked eyes for a moment. She turned back to Johnny.

“Jakòb bèz tankou yon moun!”

“Hah!” Johnny exclaimed. He clapped his hands wildly and tapped his comm to mine. Our displays flashed green and several months of pay disappeared into his bank account. “She say you fuck like a man!”

“You speak Creole?” I chuckled.

“Pru, hello?” Sadie smiled.

“So, he ya captain with benefits, or you both—” Johnny turned away and made a kissing sound as he got very personal with his own fist.

She looked to me, rocked her head, and then turned back to Johnny.

“Mennaj, men pa di Jakòb.”

“Ahh, hah!” He laughed, running over to give her a fist bump. “She a tease, that one!”

“What’d you say?” I wondered aloud.

“I just said—he doesn’t need to tell you what I said.”

I turned to both of them, one after the other.

“But what did you originally say?” I grunted.

“She say, ‘bye bye!’ You come back later when you wanna spend more money, yeah?”

As we waved goodbye, I walked alongside Sadie. It had been the best day I’d had in quite a while. We had a new disguise for the Leiaan, new implant spoofs for our IDs, Pru was back, and we were both out in the open with how we felt. The fact that we showered together was beyond anything I could have dreamed for. It wasn’t the cherry on top of a good day, it was the whipped cream, the cherry, the hot fudge, and everything else that made a sundae, a sundae.

As soon as we got back to the ship and split up, I dashed back to the captain’s quarters and opened my computer. My memory was terrible, but I’d been singing the word she said to myself since we left Johnny T’s. I wasn’t quite sure how to spell it, and so after a couple of attempts, I had an idea.

“JIL, what does *menage* mean in Hatian Creole?”

“*There are many possible meanings. What was the context of the sentence?*”

“Um—” I dragged, trying to remember the words *other* than the one I’d said to myself over and over. “Fuck, I don’t remember!”

“*Can you spell it for me?*”

“No, I can’t!” I yelled. “That’s the fucking problem!”

“*Running down the most popular sentences, with no context, she could have referred to ménage à trois. This is a living arrangement that is sexually gratifying between three individuals.*”

I thought about her and Johnny, and me. It was not a relationship I would find sexually gratifying.

“Okay—” I groaned. “What else?”

“*It can also refer to housekeeping, or maids. She might have been referring to her subservient role on this ship.*”

“Not fucking likely,” I sighed, squishing my face with both hands. “Ugh! I can’t remember!”

A soft knocking echoed through my room.

“JIL, door,” I groaned.

Sadie stood in the doorway and put a hand on each side of the jamb as she leaned in.

“JIL, please translate ‘Mennaj, men pa di Jakòb.’”

“*Ooh!*” I heard Pru call from just down the hallway. “*Way to go, Reckless!*”

“*From Hatian Creole, ‘Mennaj, men pa di Jakòb’ means—Girlfriend, but don’t tell Jakob.*”

 

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