It’s been a little while since I posted anything. The quarantine blues had me in their clutches and I didn’t really have much that I felt comfortable posting in the last two months. However this came across my desk and I was pretty proud of it. The client asked for a reverse Harem story where the woman has the harem and it’s set on an oil rig out in the ocean or Gulf of Mexico, I pictured the Gulf of Mexico so that’s pretty much how I wrote it. Any way, here’s some fun hopefully female empowering erotica about a woman taking control of her sexuality. It should be a fun read.
Please enjoy,
They left at dawn. The glow of the rig as the sun rose made it shimmer like a dream. To Melanie Flores it reminded her of Eldorado with the shimmering glow of the rising sun reflected off the water. Smoke rose from the platform that only added to the hazy illusory quality of the place.
Two days before she had a kind of going away party with a few of her girlfriends. Sarah sprung to mind as they got closer to the platform. “You know they’re dirty, right?”
“Yes, of course,” she shook her head as the buzz of the vodka hit her. “They drill for oil. It’s bound to get dirty. I’m just there to make sure everything is up to code.”
“For a month?” She was astounded at the time it took to do a full inspection but Melanie reminded her that there was a long list of things she needed to look over. “With a bunch of sweaty gross men,” she stuck out her tongue at the thought then shrugged. “Actually, come to think of it maybe I should chaperon,” she gotta a dreamy look in her eyes. “Statistically speaking there’s at least one hot guy on there.”
“I’m there for work. It would be a breach of protocol for me to fraternize with the roughnecks.”
“Ooh, roughnecks, you know I was skeptical but I find myself warming to the idea,” Sarah quipped. Seriously when was the last time you got laid?”
Melanie’s mouth fell open and then twisted into a grimace of realization before finally admitting, “It’s been awhile.”
“It shows, Mel.”
“I’m not really looking forward to it. I have to oversee a full rotation so I’m going to be there for longer than most. Except maybe the Rig Manager.”
She landed and saw him as he emerged from a bulkhead door. She’d seen from the file his name was Colin Boucher. He was bigger than she expected. Tall, broad at the shoulders, and his dark brown hair made his deep blue eyes pop against his chiseled face. He looked like he could break her in half. The wind swept up by the blades whipped his hair away from his face as the pilot descended.
“He’ll be there the whole time?” Sarah asked.
“Yes but I don’t even know why we’re talking about this because the plan is to work. Just work,” she put her hand down and accidentally tipped her glass. Sarah’s eyes popped as she reached for the drink but it was too late. The pink liquid inside poured across the bar. When she saw the guilty look on Melanie’s face she erupted in laughter which started Melanie laughing.
She reached out her hand to shake Colin’s, “Melanie Flores, I’ll be supervising the inspection,” she smiled at him and tried very hard not to be taken in by his eyes.
“Colin Boucher,” he shook her hand cordially, “I think you’ll find I run a tight rig,” She could hear his voice clear as a bell despite the helicopter sounds.
She felt a momentary shiver run down her spine as his hand lingered maybe a second longer than was professional. In er head she could hear Sarah’s voice say, “Just work?”
“Absolutely,” she answered the internal question out loud. He cocked his head but seemed to ignore the statement.
An hour later he’d given her a tour of the facility. Melanie was in awe of the place it was like a city on the water with every amenity a person could want. While Melanie was well-versed in all the procedures and functions of everything she passed on the tour it was a different thing to be on one. This was her first. The men worked in twelve hour shifts with two crews total. This was one of the smaller rigs Colin had worked on with only a crew of fifty total.
He introduced her while the men were just sitting down to breakfast. The mess hall was set up like a cafeteria but with small lounge areas set out at the perimeter with television screens for watching whatever was available. It looked more like a college then the rig she was just walking along, “This is Melanie Flores,” she heard catcalls and whistles which raised her hackles instantly. She looked to Colin and expected he would put a stop to it but he kept talking over the whistles, “she will be inspecting the rig and all our procedures. I want you to extend her every courtesy,” he looked to her and saws the ferocious look on her face. “There aren’t any women on the rig and some of these men are at the ed of two weeks without companionship,” he explained.
“They look to you for how they are supposed to behave,” she fumed.
“I should’ve warned you,” he said.
“You should’ve reprimanded them,”
A flash of anger crossed his face, “Did you have anything else you wanted to add?”
“No, short of a striptease I doubt they’d pay attention to anything I say. Show me to my quarters,” she demanded.
“Alright,” she heard the tone of his voice shift and knew she had ruffled his feathers. She wasn’t sorry she was right to voice her frustration.
“I’ll be starting my preliminary work shortly but I would like to organize my objectives before I start.”
He nodded and silently as he led her to her quarters. Once inside she opened her briefcase and set to work. Only an hour in and already she was feeling friction around her. It was going to be a long month, she thought to herself as she looked over her itinerary for the day. As she stepped onto the main deck she saw men hoisted by ropes working high above her. That alone wasn’t unusual but the method he was using was clearly dangerous. “Get that man down!” She yelled as the hanged man started welding a steel plate.
The man below shrugged and shook his head but she was unsatisfied with that reaction. Her dark Latina eyes were flashing rage as she got in the technician’s spotter’s face. “I can’t just get him down, lady,” he barked back.
She shifted her neck ready for a fight. He was just a little taller than her but his bare arms were corded with tight muscles. “I have the power to fire you,” she said with venom.
Colin stepped behind the man and Melanie turned her gaze to him. “That man is not secured properly,” she explained as she stepped around the spotter.
Colin cast a glance up, “That’s Squirrel, he’s fine,” he said curtly.
Melanie seethed, “Do you like your job?” she asked Colin.
He looked at her eyes and tapped the spotter on the shoulder, “Tim, get Squirrel down and take five,” he instructed then looked Melanie dead in the eyes, “My office, now!”
He didn’t wait for a response but instead turned on his heels and walked away. Melanie looked up as Squirrel began his decent. She took a breath to compose herself before following.
His office door was at the top of a series of grated steps. The door hung open for her as she climbed the grating. She entered confidently but startled when he slammed the door with a ferocity she hadn’t yet seen in him. “Don’t you dare emasculate me in front of my men!” he bellowed.
“You’re not doing your job!” Melanie yelled back. Her heart was beating a tattoo against her sternum. He terrified her. His size alone made her feel like a little girl again but she was never one to back down from a man and she wasn’t about to start now.
“You have a problem wit how I do things, that’s fine we can discuss it but we do it privately. On this rig I am the final word and anything else makes my job harder. Men second guess me and men die.” She could feel the passion in his words and her breath caught in her throat. Her cheeks and neck blushed involuntarily and he saw her eyes dilate. He broke away from her and closed the door.
Melanie’s throat was dry but she managed to speak, “I would prefer that stay open,” The words didn’t come with the confidence she wanted.
“Is that what you want?” He asked as he got close to her.
She could smell his musk as he got close. Too close. She couldn’t think with him this close. She looked down at the ground but one strong hand touched her chin and lifted her to look in his eyes. The dreamy quality she felt when she arrived returned. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath and that words wouldn’t come even if she wanted to say something. Se wanted to tell him to stop but she held his face in her eyes. His deep blue eyes drew her in and she understood suddenly what it felt like to be hypnotized. Her chest was heaving and in those endless seconds she was transfixed.
“Kiss me,” he said and she did. The words rattled in her head like a new law. His lips were softer than she expected and when his tongue pressed against her lips her eyes closed and she let him in.
His desk was behind her and just high enough that she could rest her bottom on it. Their mouths moved in sync and she was lost in a sea of lust. It was like her body was moving on instinct. She felt his hand on the small of her back as the other held the arm that was holding her up. Her legs wrapped around his just under his firm ass. Her one free and rested on his hip as they kept making out on his desk. She let her body fall across the top of his desk. She could feel files and papers on her back but she was past caring.
His pelvis gyrated into her and caused little spasms of pleasure that beat her brain into constant arousal. She broke away long enough to look at him. His eyes still had her in their power. She moved into him and pushed him away to get at his belt. Her hands worked furiously as she got him free and then tore at her panties. She couldn’t get him inside her fast enough. As the head slid into her folds she gasped. She couldn’t remember the last time it felt like that. He started gently and she was momentarily relieved. She hadn’t seen his rod but judging from the entrance it was big. Then without warning he thrust home and her brain exploded into spasms of color and light as her brain struggled to contain all the sensations her body was feeling.
She heard herself screaming in ecstasy but it was like she was hearing someone else’s voice. He moved so intensely into her that he displaced her soul and left her nothing but this carnal beast rutting against his desk as he pounded deeper into her. Their mouths were kissing and his spear was thrusting into her. His face was the picture of control. He knew exactly what he was doing to her body. Fast, slow, fast fast, slow, deeper, deeper, deeper. He ripped her top away and left her heavy chest exposed to the air. It was a welcome sensation as they were starting to feel restrictive and she suddenly wanted him to see all of her.
She was topless with only her skirt bunched around her waist. His shirt was gone and she could see his rippling chest working as he played her body like a fiddle. She felt her emotions ripple through her as she wanted him closer somehow.
He pulled himself away and for a moment she felt confused until his hands hefted her at the waist and flipped her onto her belly.
She lifted her perfect round ass into him as he worked his way back in and again she was howling. It felt like an eternity but her stomach tightened and the her inner walls were squeezing against his manhood. She felt a wave rising in her as he kept on with his rhythm. Her eyes crossed as wave after wave crested into his magnificent organ. The sounds that came from her mouth could almost constitute as a language given the range and variation of sounds.
“Do you want more?” His voice was ragged as he asked.
“Yes,” she hissed as he flipped her again and held her close to him. She let her hands play with his magnificent spear working it back into it’s full rigidity. His hands wrapped around her waist and she lifted him onto her shoulders, pivoted in place and leaned her back against one of his walls knocking down an old centerfold calendar. His tongue darted out into her sex as er hands worked through his dark hair. He circled her bean with his tongue before lapping at the folds. She was still coming down from er orgasm on the desk as another crested in her body. One hand shot up and grabbed some kind of pipe while the other pulled at is hair. He hummed into her body and she could feel it vibrate through her sex and up into her brain.
His tongue flicked, circled, and hummed into her body and she was wracked with orgasms one after the other in succession until her brain was pulverized with pleasure. “Down, down,” she panted and he initially didn’t seem to hear her as he intoned another orgasm in her quaking body. Finally he did lower her into a chair. All but naked and spent. He knelt down and kissed her again. She smiled as they kissed. “I should,” she was out of breath. “I should work,” she finally managed.
“You should,” he agreed and kissed her a final time before standing.
Several distracted minutes later Melanie managed to out her outfit back together in a semblance of professionalism. “That can’t happen again,” she said as she headed for the door.
“I see,” he said as he re-organized the mess on his desk.
She saw the look on his face and felt like she’d insulted him, “No, it was great. Mind blowing really but I need to work and this could be a distraction,” she reiterated as she felt the sudden urge to jump him again. “a major distraction.”
“Got it, no strings, just work,” he said.
“Just work,” she repeated and walked out of his office. It was only as she got to the main deck that she realized they hadn’t discussed the safety violation at all. She looked back at the stairs and decided to address it later.
The day moved slowly. Melanie found herself daydreaming about Colin and his stuffy office. A shiver ran down her spine every time she thought of the orgasms that bombarded her body and cleared away any rational thought. She admonished herself each time her mind drifted back to the encounter. She would straighten up and readdress whatever she was previously occupied by. “Hey,” a voice behind her spoke and she didn’t recognize the speaker. He was a tall lank black man with dark skin and a nice smile that split his wide face.
“Hello?” She reached out her hand to shake hers.
“Name’s Jamal Derby but the guys call me Squirrel around here,” he said as he took her hand.
“Oh, right, you were up on ropes when I first got here,” she recalled out loud.
“Yes ma’am,” he said still with his smile lighting up his face. “I was wondering if you might accompany me for dinner?”
She thought about the offer and her first instinct was to say no but he had warm eyes and the infectious smile that subconsciously made her own smile emerge. She hadn’t seen Colin since their meeting that morning which stung a little more then she wanted to admit. “You know what? I would like that.”
“Right this way,” he ushered her.
“Let me freshen up in my quarters for just a little and I’ll meet you there,” she said with a shake of her head.
“Your terms are acceptable,” he said as they parted ways.
She walked into the mess hall and Squirrel swooped in as she she entered with his elbow cocked out. She giggled at his gesture and put her hand on his arm. “What would you like for dinner evening. Tonight they are serving Chicken Cordon Bleu and salmon fillets or we could go ala carte.”
“I do enjoy salmon but I think I would prefer something light this evening,” she answered as the made there way through the room. She could feel the eyes on her in the room as Squirrel led her to deli section for sandwiches, salads, and soups. She grabbed a quick salad and e a sandwich and a soft drink.
“How has your first day been?” Squirrel asked as they sat at a small circular table.
“Well it was touch and go there for a minute this morning but once I got going it was good,” she answered.
“I saw the Chief lay into you,” he acknowledged.
“Chief?” she questioned.
“Boucher, the Rig Manager, we call him Chief around here,” he explained.
She nodded and was met with a lurid memory of their meeting in his office, “He really laid into me,” she said and saw him across the room. Their eyes met but the look on his face was unreadable.
“He’s a teddy bear once you get to know him,” Squirrel added and took a bite out of his sandwich.
“Are you done for the day?”
“Yes ma’am, the second shift starts after dinner. Everybody eats together its just for some this is breakfast and for others its dinner. You get used to it.”
“I bet,” her eyes were still trying to follow Colin as he moved through the room but she lost track of him as she spoke to Squirrel. “Would you excuse me for just a moment?”
She made her way to where she assumed bathrooms were while also watching for Colin. She gripped the door handle just as he stepped in next to her. “Squirrel,” he said idly.
“Do you mind?” She asked.
“He’s a charmer,” Colin looked over at Squirrel before dropping his gaze back to Melanie. “Are you sure you can handle him?”
“He was just talking to me,” she said defensively.
“Really?”
“Yes,” she bit back. “Not that it’s any of your business.”
“It isn’t, it’s just you talking with Squirrel will get the men wondering,” he let the statement hang in the air.
“What for?” She cursed herself for taking his bait.
“He’s known for his prodigious talents,” He answered.
“Are you jealous?”
“Why would I be jealous? I already had you,” he said matter-of-factly.
Part of her was seething at him but another part felt the same spell that came over her that morning. A flash image of her face down on the desk moaning like a harlot hit her brain like the back draft of a fire. Her face flushed and she covered it with anger. “I’ll be damned if you think you and your men can just trade me around like the village bike,” she pulled at the door and he closed it. She shot him a look with malice in it.
“What I’m saying is that you should feel free to do whatever comes naturally to you,” he explained. His deep blue eyes bored into her, “A month out here is a long time.”
She called is bluff, “No strings attached, remember?”
“I do,” he nodded.
She tried to read his face but she couldn’t find anything. There wasn’t jealousy, mockery, or even anger in his face. The only thing she could feel from him was more akin to a dare. “What would you say if I did sleep with him?”
He shrugged, “My men and I share everything.”
She pulled at the door and expected him to block her again but he just left. Melanie splashed water on her face and looked herself in the mirror. She wouldn’t be traded from one man to the other but even as she worked the thought over in her mind she couldn’t find fault in the idea. Her love life on land had been filled with bad dates and the occasional one night stand. The last real relationship she had was before she got the job with the oil company. For three years she became a workaholic and home body. It was part of the reason she took the assignment. She needed to be shaken from her status quo.
She sat back down with Squirrel, “I thought maybe you had left,” he said as he finished up his meal.
She shook her head, “no, I ran into Colin.”
“Not bad news, I hope?” He said with a smile.
“No, not bad news. I’m just not sure how I want to proceed.”
“Maybe I can help,” he touched her arm and she could feel the warmth of his hand through the fabric.
“I don’t know, it could be risky. There are two ways of doing this job,” she explained as she locked eyes with him. He had such an expressive face, it was beautiful even under the florescent light of the mess hall. She went on, “There is the traditional model which is good, productive, appropriate. On the other hand I could try something unorthodox and maybe come away better in the long run.”
“Without risk there’s no reward,” he said without skipping a beat. “That’s how we get innovation,” again his smile killed her.
Melanie couldn’t help but smile when she looked at him. “What if it doesn’t work? What if it destroys everything?” she asked with concern.
“Oil rig is like its own little world. Get right with Colin and he’ll go the distance for you,” He said with a wave of his hand. “Hey, you want to go for a walk on deck?” he asked.
She was already nodding before she answered, “Yeah, someplace quiet and away from the action would be good.”
“Tricky, there’s always men around but I have a few ideas were we could go that’s quiet. It’s like a harbor,” he explained.
“Perfect,” she said as she stood up.
They walked and talked as they left the mess hall. After a fifteen minute stroll past the next crew setting to work. Bright light blazed against the surface of the deck and made the air feel hotter. Squirrel led her to small circular door in the flooring with a wheel on top. It reminded her of a something out of a submarine. “Is this safe?” She asked as he cranked against the wheel.
“Not completely but this leads to a lower platform closer to the water and without the intense light.”
She nodded as he grunted and torqued the wheel until it gave easily. She caught a glimpse of his wiry pectoral muscles and felt heat in her core. She wasn’t sure what she planned once they got down there but her body definitely had ideas.
The ladder led to a catwalk that zig-zagged between faded girding. Melanie spotted several stairwells leading down. There was still light down here but it was much more subdued and had shadowed corners a plenty. She realized the reason he picked this ladder was because it was in one of those pools. The air below was still hot but a constant breeze snaked through the underbelly of the rig. “Do you like it?” Squirrel asked as he put his arms around her from behind. It was a bold move but it payed off in his favor. She melted into his warmth and relished the heated contact of his body with the cool breeze that whispered across the back of her neck.
“It’s perfect,” Melanie said as she turned to him. Even in the gloom below the rig she could see his eyes gleam. He leaned in and kissed her. She didn’t pull away. All at once she realized what everyone else seemed to already know. She needed this. Colin and now Squirrel, Jamal, she rolled the name over in her mind, Jamal. She preferred it to Squirrel. Her heat was rising and his hands were moving over her body exploring her exposed skin. She followed his lead and found her hands reaching around his waist before sliding down to his toned ass. He smelled like coal and wood fire and his mouth tasted like honey as they made out. Her tongue licked at his lips before darting into his mouth.
His hands found her breasts and squeezed gently as she moaned. She was gushing below and wanted more out of this. The strange sway of the catwalk made her head swoon more and made the movements of his hands seem more gentle or forceful at equal intervals. She cursed herself that she was in jeans instead of the skirt she arrived in.
She felt bold and suddenly brand new as her hands reached into his pants to find his throbbing manhood. It was not a difficult search. She found his thick mushroom just below his belt as her fingered gracefully brushed against his sensitive flesh. He pressed into her in response and for a moment she thought she would fall over the railing but he grabbed her by the back of her head and kissed her hard. His other hand unzipped his fly and let himself free. She called out as e sprang free. And let both her hands stroke at his magnificent organ. “I want you inside,” she gasped.
He responded assertively and instantly. His strong hands unzipped and pushed down the unneeded pants along with her panties. She pushed herself onto the railing so he had a better vantage. He was adept and swift in his execution. He found her willing folds like their sex was magnetized together. There was a moments resistance then he thrust home. She felt herself spasm around him and she cried out.
She thought someone might hear her but the thrum of machinery above and around her drowned out almost all sound. He kept going and moving into even as she felt another orgasm coming. She didn’t remember ever being such a hair trigger but it was like her body was screaming out its need for release. All her libidinous urges swept through her since she touched down like some ancient roman god of lust she felt possessed and couldn’t seem to control herself around men anymore. Minutes stretched into eternity and in the darkness Jamal’s body took on legendary proportions. He wasn’t mortal in her mind’s eye and as he turned her and lined his head up to her ass. She shook her head slightly.
“We’ll go slow,” he growled into her ear. She felt him press into her and she couldn’t deny the pleasure as he pushed against her tiny bud.
Melanie felt him enter and she thought she would burst but instead she howled with lust. Centimeter by centimeter his entered and as she looked across the water through heavily lidded eyes she saw Colin watching as she was bent over the catwalk railing.
Her first instinct was to stop but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted Jamal to go on forever. She found the strength to seek out Colin’s blue eyes and lock onto them. He didn’t flinch but instead watched her. She closed her eyes as she felt each vein of Jamal’s erection pass through her taut rectum. She didn’t believe it was possible but he was inside her and it was heaven. Finally after deliciously slow entry and retreat he poured into her. Jamal fell on top of her for a moment before pulling out. She turned and kissed him.
It was her turn to take charge. She wasn’t finished with him and she wanted to feel in control for once. She pushed him against the railing and stroked him back to full strength as she lowered her eyes to him. For a moment Jamal could see the predator in her. She kissed him one last time before she pull her top from her body, glanced at Colin. He was still there.
“Fuck me,” she said and she climbed up his lank body and impaled herself on him. He held her up easily enough. The catwalk rails acted as the perfect footholds as she rocked into his erection. When she looked up again Colin was gone. She wasn’t sure why but she felt disappointed.
“Let’s go to your room,” Jamal suggested. “I need some water and ten minutes if we’re gonna keep this up.
She smiled and kissed him, “I, should go.”
“You don’t want more?” He cradled her ass.
“I do but I still need to work and I have a feeling if I spent the night with you I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Damn,” he smiled again, “that’s the nicest way anyone’s ever shot me down.”
“I aim to please,” she kissed him again and rocked against him slowly while they made out.
By the time she got back to her room she was physically exhausted but her mind was on fire with the events of the day. Two different men in one day. It was like a fantasy come to life but when would the other shoe drop. Thoughts of sex filled her mind and cycled until they lost all solvency and became absurd. Minutes later sleep claimed her.
Word spread quickly of Melanie’s romantic liaisons. It wasn’t that anybody said anything explicitly but she could feel the eyes on her as she had her morning coffee and worked trough her day. She didn’t see Squirrel at breakfast but spotted him later. Cheerful as ever he waved to her from high above the rigging.
She grumbled that Jamal still wasn’t secured properly and realized that the problem was never discussed. Her day was packed and this was minor but she was livid that she wasn’t being taken seriously. She was just there as a concubine she surmised from Colin’s actions. She stormed through his office door but found it empty. Still fuming she resolved to find him later.
Her path back down was blocked by a short roughneck with the blondest hair she had ever seen. His skin was deeply tanned from days out on the rig. Despite his height we was stacked with muscle and looked like he could fill in for a He-Man action figure, “Excuse me!” she snapped.
“Sorry ma’am,” he said and tried to get out of her way as best he could. “Is there anything I can help you with?” he asked sincerely.
“I’m looking for the Chief,” she tried to calm herself.
“Yeah, I was just with the Chief. I’ll be heading right back to him,” he explained.
“Thank you,” she said, “That would be helpful,” he finished is business quickly and returned to her.
“I’m Ross,” he said and offered her his hand to shake.
“Hi Ross, sorry I snapped at you,” she acknowledged.
Ross led her past a series of red pumps and a menagerie of meters, tubes, and wires. She heard weird clanking noises from the drill and saw Colin worked with several men pulling thin pipes from the well. Colin was barking orders as the men moved quickly. “Turn it off!” he yelled from the well as he waved his arms to a man in a small booth nearby. The action was frenetic and seamless. Melanie wanted to confront him but her fears seemed small compared to what was happening at the well. She knew enough to know that the drill head was blown and needed to be replaced quickly. This was one of the things she had read about or heard described but never witnessed herself.
The men she spoke to always referred to the crew aboard the rig as a second family. They talked about teamwork and synchronicity and it sounded almost mystical at times. She touched a guardrail with her hand and could feel the hum of machinery through the metal. This was a city on the water. It was a living breathing thing and watching Colin she started to understand his talk of being obeyed without question. Any pause or loss of momentum could result in death at any moment for him and everyone around him. Her rage fizzled as she watched the men work tirelessly. An hour passed and the intensity stayed near the same level. Ross moved around the well himself next to Colin. She saw him put a hand on his shoulder before moving off from the drill.
He stopped in front of her, “Is there something you wanted to discuss?” He asked.
“Safety,” she said with some irritation.
“Squirrel?”
“Yeah, Squirrel,” he looked her in the eye and said, “I’ll get it sorted.”
“Thank you,” she still wanted to tell him off but he had a quiet dominance to him.
“Was there anything else?” He asked. His eyes were working their magic again.
Melanie didn’t say anything for awhile and he moved around her. He didn’t have time to chat, she could already hear him in her head. She yelled to his back as he was about to turn a corner. “Last night!” she yelled.
He stopped and turned to her, “What about last night?”
“Did you like the show?”
He didn’t say anything and instead turned and walked away. The lack of answer was infuriating. What did he want from her? She wracked her brain searching for the answer. The only thing that surfaced was him in the mess hall telling her to do what came naturally. The words echoed like a mantra.
She went back to the monitor station she ended with before she went on her mad search for Colin. Over an hour wasted. She went back to her checklists and diagnostic workbooks. Everything would need to be filled out. The problem was her brain wanted to marry her sudden urges to her desire to get her job done. She couldn’t seem to get both on the same page. Work or pleasure and never the two shall meet.
Time crawled forward. She felt antsy like she needed a cigarette but she hadn’t smoked in years but it was the same kind of dread that rose up in her. The words came again, “do what comes naturally,” She turned and found Ross behind her. “Can I help you?”
“Is it true?” He asked innocently. Maybe it was his height but he seemed younger than Colin and Jamal. Was he younger than her?
“Jamal?” she returned the question. He nodded, “What will you do if the answer is yes?” He shrugged. He looked innocent but there was a hidden edge there. Like he had a secret. “Will you try to seduce me? Ask me to dinner? Come to my room? What will you do Ross?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not particularly creative and you look like a very creative man,” she moved towards him like a predatory cat. If she was going to be a party favor she should be in control, she decided. “What would you do to get me?” she was inches from him but he was still.
He reached out his hand and she swatted it away. He took a step back unsure of himself. He screamed country boy and he was thick with muscle. She found herself rooting for him. Finally, he spoke, “What would you like me to do? I mean, what do you like?” He was nervous and she found herself liking it.
“I like sex, Ross,” she said confidently, “work it through, what would you do to get me? Use your words,” she instructed. He probably only ever had one girlfriend but she bet he got lots of play without trying too hard. He was definitely pretty and probably played football in High School. She guessed defense from the muscle.
It was dark. Shift change was coming at any minute. Ross had a short window before the window closed. “Ms.,” he stopped himself and shook his head. The thoughtful look on his face was adorable. “I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you,” he said, “I like that you take what you want and I find that real attractive in a woman.”
The thought entranced her. Ross thought she chose Jamal instead of him coming onto her. What stories these men must tell when she’s not around? She laughed internally but it came out as a smile and Ross relaxed when he saw her smile. “Not bad,” she answered. “Meet me in my room in fifteen minutes,” she ordered and left him there.
Back in her quarters she pulled her sweaty clothes off and stepped into the shower stall. The water didn’t heat very well but after the eat of the long day the room temperature water cooled her skin and washed away the sweat and grime from the day. She worked through the equation in her head. She could be anything she wanted on the rig, it was Eldorado to be sure but what would you do if you had a city made of gold?
She toweled off and heard a knock at her door. Her heart stopped. “Come in,” she said walking out with nothing but a towel wrapped on her head. “Give me just a minute, Ross,” she said as she dried her hair with her towel and dropped it onto her small bed.
“Ross, huh?” Colin’s voice boomed through the room and she raised her head to meet him.
“Just doing what comes natural,” she said. “What do you want?”
“You,” he said as he leaned against her bedroom wall.
“You already had me,” she said bitingly, “no need to be jealous,” she walked to him still glistening from the shower.
He looked her in the eyes. “You get me wrong, I told you I share everything with my men…”
“But you want control,” she finished his statement. “I’m not a resource, a tool, or a pipe casing. I am a woman who knows what she wants.”
“Has so much changed in twenty four hours?” He asked.
She thought about the question. The answer came back, yes. When she arrived she wanted to work and little else but Colin made the move. “You opened this Pandora’s box,” she said as she took his hand and brought it to her glistening labia. “I am my own woman. If you want to have me again you just have to say the magic words.” She moaned enticingly as is fingers explored her outer lips and found the nub of her clitoris.
“What are those?” He tried to kiss her but she moved her head away.
“Please,” she stated. He brooded and bored into her soul with his eyes. “You can’t say it, can you?” A knock came at the door. She turned her eyes to the door and said, “come in.”
Ross entered with his sweet innocent face and saw Colin with his hand moving into her body. “Should I go?” He asked.
“No,” she ordered. “Don’t pay any attention to the Chief,” she smiled at Ross and turned her attention to him. She took Ross by the hand and Colin stayed where he was. She worked at his shirt as they got to the small bed. He looked stunned but seeing her naked body emboldened him to touch her. He kissed her as she brought his shirt down his shoulders. Melanie knelt on the bed and started on his pants. He wasn’t as long as Colin or Jamal but he had girth on his side as his erection materialized. She pulled him onto the bed by his pants and swallowed him whole.
Ross leaned back and steadied himself on his arms as she bobbed her head. His eyes crossed as her tongue swirled around his flesh. She always enjoyed giving blow jobs. There was an inherently dirty quality to the act but on the other side she had him under control. His prized possession was vulnerable, exposed, and it made her feel powerful to feel their will crumble from her skill.
Melanie’s eyes darted over to Colin whose eyes were glued to her performance. She darted her eyes towards her upturned rear then back to Colin. He took a step forward and her expression changed to fiery anger. He stopped and puzzled over the meaning while she slurped and sucked at Ross. “Please,” she heard Colin say and she moaned. Ross was panting as his fingers curled around her hair with one hand while his other tried to keep him upright.
Colin stepped in behind her and she smacked er own ass as he unsheathed. He filled her with his manhood and she felt her stomach flop as he entered. The sudden pressure in her pussy made her gag and she lifted off Ross’s dick with a pop. She grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss as a cock-drunk haze washed over her.
Melanie tilted up as Colin pulsed in her. Ross’s hand groped her heavy breasts while one of her hands stroked him to orgasm. Ross broke away and howled as he came on her chest. She pressed her tongue into his mouth as Colin increased his speed. “Don’t stop,” she panted.
Colin’s head was thrown back as his finished inside her, “Fuck!” he yelled and pulled free.
The sudden absence was almost painful to Melanie. Her dark hair was plastered to her forehead as she broke her kiss with Ross to kiss Colin. They were both panting. As they stared into each other.
Confusion flitted across Ross’s face and he started to move from the bed but was stopped when Melanie grabbed his cock and turned to him. “We’re not finished,” She pulled Ross on top of her while Colin panted just above her head now. “Keep going.”
Ross nodded and move into her. She was warm, wet, and tighter then he had felt in years. She snarled as she pulled him deeper. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer. He cast a milliseconds glance at Colin before sucking on Melanie’s erect nipple. She whimpered softly and looked up at Colin who watched her as Ross fucked her slowly. Se had a blissful glaze across her face as she reached up and caressed his vein with her delicate fingers. She dabbled at the shaft then his balls before wrapping her fingers around his sword.
Ross flipped her legs onto his shoulders and continued with hard thrusts to her vulva as he increased his tempo. His stamina felt limitless as Melanie closed her eyes. She brought Colin’s amazing organ to her mouth and licked the head before pulling him into her mouth. Her hands clutched at Ross’s back and arms as she screwed her neck towards Colin. She felt so full. The knowledge that she was the conductor of this passion play laid out before her stoked her passion further.
Her abdomen tightened and she was forced to release Colin from her ministrations as an orgasm swept over her. Her world melted away like water color and she saw the world fresh and new. Eldorado was hers now and she would bring it with her when she left. Her eyes closed and she saw the men around her as automatons built for her pleasure. In her mind their skin was replaced with chrome and silicon. The heat they generated was electric in nature and made for her. As she clawed the secret name of god in Ross’s back her eyes flashed open and she could only smile and laugh.
There was a sudden sense of liberation that filled her core and she saw all of it flash before her eyes. Sarah would comment on her poise and confidence. The men at the bar would become a candy shop that she could peruse at her leisure. She had heard the term sexual awakening but all she every felt before was disappointment and shame but now she understood she was in control. She had what they wanted and it was hers to dispense. She would make them say, please. The door once opened would never be closed again. Men like Colin saw her as some babe in the woods unaware of her own effect on the men around her. She was always a fighter but it felt as tough she had grown some teeth.
She pushed Ross away from her as she moved off the bed. She kissed Colin on his chest then trailed the kisses towards his neck before finally arriving at his lovely mouth. She felt stoned as she looked at Colin. “It’s time for me to sleep.”
She stepped off the bed and her dumbfounded suitors stayed where they were naked and waiting for orders. She padded to the bathroom naked. Ross turned his head to Colin and opened his mouth but decided to not speak. Colin was stony faced as he stared forward digesting what had just happened. “What happens now?” Colin asked as she emerged from the bathroom.
“Now you two should get dressed, give me a kiss, and I’ll let you know if I require your services tomorrow,” she answered demurely.
Ross went about collecting his clothes as Colin asked, “Services?”
She fell back onto her bed and played with Colin’s penis with her foot, “I’ve decided Ross can stay. He was the one who asked me out. If you want to stay?” She asked Ross. He nodded and she turned her gaze on Colin, “we’ll have fun again but it will be on my terms. No strings attached, no jealousy, and if you can avoid spying on me that would be nice as well.”
Ross stood stock still unsure of how to proceed. He was locked between loyalty to the Chief and his desire to stay with the beautiful woman longer and alone. “I can live with that,” he said as he stepped away from Melanie.
“I’m very glad to hear it,” Melanie said as she bit her lower lip. “It’s going to be a long month.”
Colin left and Ross remained. She beckoned Ross over with a finger and she giggled as he fell onto her kissing her. She pressed his head gently down towards her sex. He gave her another peck and moved to her abdomen. What Ross lacked in experience he made up for with enthusiasm. She started moaning when he was in the right neighborhood and made lower less orchestrated sounds when he was in the wrong locale. Her Pavlovian moans helped direct him into a nice rest from the gymnastics of the past two days. Soon she was rested and ready for more. The rest of the night was a flash of lust and flesh merging. His stamina was incredible but as the dawn peaked through the small window in her wall she fell into a deep sleep. Ross left as she fell asleep but kissed her on the forehead before he left.
Colin approached her the next day and smiled at her, “You are something else,” he said.
“This is a lot easier then trying to jockey fifty different egos while I stay here. You did say you share everything.”
“True but usually I have a say in how I share it.”
“Not this time. Are you going to be okay with this because I would hate to stop fucking you?” She asked as she took his hand.
“I can,” he said and kissed her on the lips.
As they broke away she whispered into Colin’s ear, “Could you do me one little teensy favor?”
“Name it,” he laughed a little. There was a little pang of joy at that small victory over the brooding man’s man.
“Please get Squirrel a fucking harness,” She laughed and kissed him again.
The End
Neon Rabbit 