Stuffing the Stow-Away (Naughty Sci Fi Menage Romance Story)(Older Men Younger Woman First Time Lusty Encounter)(Science Fiction Forbidden Pregnancy Tale)(Hot, Alpha Discipline in Outer Space)
Authors: Sheila C. Martian
Stuffing
the Stow-Away
Sheila
C. Martian
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Tasty Contents
Stuffing the Stow-Away
Hide away...
Eva weaved between
the stalls and enclosed pods of the market zone. Even in the time she
had been here, the area had degraded over the years. More comfort
girls, more drugs, more gambling, and more stuff she barely
understood. All of it was legal and that kept people from all over
coming there for their sins. She was only eighteen, so she didn’t
recall a time when it was good. Old people barely remembered anymore.
Her plan was risky,
but she was done with this world and its endless cities. She was
never going to get off the surface through honest work. It never paid
enough to feed her and house her with anything left over. Any extra
just made up for shortfalls that always came around. There were too
many girls working for the attention of the guys. Eva didn’t do
nearly as much as some of them, so she was never going to get most of
the business. She had a way of picking out the guys that just wanted
to talk. It was a slower, but safer living.
“Not living,”
Eva said to herself. “Just surviving. I want to do more than
just survive.”
She stepped out into
the street to avoid men in body armor and helmets patrolling the
pleasure market for trouble. As far as Eva could tell, the trouble
just waited until the patrol was gone and then did what they wanted
to whoever they wanted any way they wanted. She was petite and looked
younger than eighteen even with her hair grown our long and dark, so
she had to be extra alert and careful.
Eva looked up
between the taller buildings. Most of the sky was filled with the
curve of Neptune dominating the view this time of year on this side
of the moon of Triton. The cities circled the moon in endless bands
if she wanted to walk all the way around finding trouble on every
square inch.
With Neptune in the
background, Eva saw the tower of the launch station. It was busy.
Cruisers and cargo ships connected to every spoke. She would have a
lot to choose from, but she would have to choose carefully, if this
was going to work.
The street rumbled
under her and she saw one of the famous Tritonian geysers of nitrogen
spray into the thin atmosphere between cities in the distance.
She stepped back off
the street to avoid being clipped by a hover craft that was not
slowing for some waif girl in its path. The craft towed three
trailers of merchandise on wheels behind it.
Eva rushed between
tourists and workers to the next corner and turned down the next
street toward the tower.
***
A few taxis bobbing
on their magnet fields in idle waiting on passengers. The drivers
leaned against the sides and didn’t even look at her much less
offer her a ride. She could afford one maybe two trips with what she
had in credits, but she had no intention of starving to death for a
single ride in case this plan did not pan out. They knew she wasn’t
a likely customer and weren’t going to pay her notice.
Other men farther
down the street held onto wheeled rickshaws. She could afford those
rides a little better, but she could walk faster than they could pull
her dodging around all the foot traffic. Those drivers leered at her,
but still did not address her to either offer her a ride nor to
solicit her services. They did not much look like the types that just
wanted to talk anyway.
Eva made it to the
launch tower and began climbing the spiral of stairs that wrapped
around the outside for the kilometers of distance to the top. She was
not going to pay for the elevator ride either. She passed the hatches
for electrical and hydraulics access. The doors were blast proof and
coded. She could not imagine a militant climbing up this far looking
for trouble when the moon-wide cities had plenty available with no
climbing required.
She swallowed and
sucked in air as the artificial atmosphere thinned higher up the
spiral. The colors took on the sepia tones that reminded Eva of
photographs from the era before people ever left Earth – before
her family was ever stranded far from the warmth of the sun. She
gripped the railing and pulled herself up farther step by step only
to find the aching weakness spreading up her arms and through her
body.
Still, she climbed.
She spiraled up past
the side of the sky owned by Neptune and the twisting storms that
crawled over its surface. As she moved toward the darker side of the
tower again, Eva saw the dull, white smear of the sun rise from
behind Neptune’s edge. The light looked cold and lost, but she
knew it held heat for those that found a way to get closer. Even
though she knew the sun and the inner planets were her goal, she had
to leave the sun behind for a while to make it up the spiral to
attempt her desperate plan.
Her muscles burned
for oxygen as much as her soul yearned for the green of Earth. She
felt lactic acid eat at the inside of her body giving cheap, but
hard-earned energy. Despite heaving for air and not getting as much
as she needed, Eva spoke out loud. “They say there is water
everywhere and it falls from the sky. You can catch it in your mouth.
It is where we were meant to be.”
She wanted it and
she was going to take it.
When Eva finally
reached the top of the platform, the rejuvenated atmosphere blasted
her in the face from the service vents. The sudden addition of
nitrogen rich air laced with a percentage of oxygen filled her with
energy, but made her feel even more dizzy. She dropped to her knees
and nearly fell under the railing to plummet back to the city below
her.
As the color
returned to the world and the ringing was replaced by the rumbling
roar of thruster engines set to maintain contact with the loading
spokes of the tower, workers and bots crossed the platform loading
and unloading cargo. The entire structure shook under her hard enough
to make the world blur as a fuel line disconnected from one of the
ships inside the spoke.
“That means
about to depart,” Eva said.
She stood and
slipped through personnel passing in both directions. Now the only
trick was trying to find a ship heading toward the sun instead of
deeper into space. If she snuck onboard a mining ship plunging out
into the Ort cloud, she might not see the sun again for years. If she
climbed onto one of the automated vessels, she would find out there
was no life support the hard way. Her mummified body would not return
for generations.
She huffed.
“Anything is better than here.”
Eva paused at a
cruiser. One of the men held a data board as he scanned crates. She
peeked over his shoulder and saw that it was bound for Mars. That was
close, but she would have to avoid getting caught during the voyage,
sneak off, and find her way on another ship. This cruiser was smaller
too, so she would likely get caught. Even if she didn’t, moving
around to steal food would be tricky.
The man looked up
from the board and whipped his head around at Eva. She stepped away
and walked around the crates bound for Mars. The worker watched her
for every step. She saw him staring at her out of the corner of her
eye, but kept walking without looking back.
“Good work,
Eva.” She whispered to herself. “You got caught before
you even snuck onto the ship.”
She made her way
around the outer curve of the platform. The next three vessels were
boxy, mining ships that would be pushing the outer edge of the solar
system looking for isotopes in the ice and rock beyond the planets.
She shivered as she thought about the slow, cold death that would
await her, if she stowed away on those.
The platform
buffeted from the solar winds passing against the field around the
city. The trouble in the streets below probably wouldn’t
notice, but up on this spire kilometers above the surface, Eva felt
the whole structure quake and rock. Stabilizer jets kicked in on the
tower underneath them and countered the effect before they were all
shaken off. Eva suspected the jets were more about protecting the
ships from damage than losing the people.
They didn’t
even really know she was there to give her any attention yet, but she
had to move fast.
***
The next cruiser was
massive. One misfire of its thrusters and its mass could rip the
whole platform off like the petal off a flower. She had only seen
flowers in pictures and videos, but she heard that Earth was covered
in them with fields of color as far as the eye could see.
The side of the big
cruiser read
The Greater Destiny
in letters faded from red to
pinkish from years of dust through the solar system. The crates being
loaded up the ramps were stamped with EARTH in bright red. This was
literally her sign, she thought.
Eva licked her lips
and took three deep breaths. At first she did not think her feet were
going to move at all, but she finally stepped away from her spot and
slipped between the stacks of towering crates.
She weaved her way
closer to the open hatch where workers remote guided hover pallets
loaded almost too high to fit through the gap.
A worker stepped out
into her path looking down at a data board clutched in both his
hands. As his eyes came up, Eva dodged between the rows and slinked
up through another space.
She showed her teeth
and said, “This is never going to work.”