Halfway down the promenade, Jacob walks out of the alien ship’s airlock; he feels exhausted and stretched out. He clenches his opening and holds his belly. He feels weird as he stumbles to the reception desk. Mr. Stuck-up Marvin is standing there with a knowing look on his face.
“You’re disgusting; you reek of aliens,” Marvin says.
“I could use a shower,” Jacob says, smelling his armpit.
“You definitely could,” Marvin says, looking at him with a puritan sense of disgust.
“Is there one in the parking lot?” Jacob asks quickly, losing his patience with the annoying receptionist.
“One,” Marvin says coldly.
“Where?” Jacob says he wants to get this conversation over before Izzy catches him smelling like alien sex. ‘What the hell does alien sex smell like? She seemed practically hypoallergenic.’
“The presidential suite,” he says, pointing at the decorative glass doorway halfway between the glass window and reception. “But Jack Harrington is using the suite.”
“Only one shower on the station; this entire place has one shower.” Jacob says his belly rumbling.
Marvin looks down his nose at him. “It’s a parking lot; do they normally have showers?”
Jacob rubs his slightly greasy hair. “I guess not.”
“So there is one, and you can’t use it,” Marvin finishes.
“Yeah, thanks.” Jacob says before trudging his way across the room. As he approaches, Trevor is standing guard; he looks down the hallway to the meeting with Jack Harrington.
“Hey, Trevor, I need to use the shower,” Jacob says, feeling humiliated.
“You smell like a bondage party.” Trevor says with a grin.
“I—what? No, that wasn’t it. Can I use the shower?” Jacob begs.
“I haven’t been ordered to not let you.” He sighs, “Fine, as a fellow submissive, I can let you, just don’t get caught. Quick shower and leave. Do not make a mess.”
Trevor opens the door, and Jacob is impressed by its oak floors with walnut paneling. There is a lounge room with a bedroom beyond and an attached bathroom to the side. Jacob tiptoes his way into the bathroom and is greeted by marble tile and a glass-doored shower stall. “This is insane, and here I am sleeping in a Spam tin….” Jacob laments,
Jacob strips naked and climbs in the shower. The water is hot, and the soap smells great. He scrubs up and is ready to step out when Jack Harrington steps into the suite.
“Rough negotiations. I give us 10 days before they blow up another moon,” Jack says, fumbling with the cigar. “Trevor, I would like a shower. Can you get it ready?”
Trevor, very aware he has made a mistake, snuggles up to Jack’s side. “Would you like to use me first?”
Jack Harrington harumps, “I would like a shower.”
Trevor gets on his knees in front of Jack, holding one hand up like the good puppy bodyguard he is, and bats his eyes at the important man.
Jack Harrington grins and points to the leash and collar by the bed. “Get your collar; good boys wear their collar when they beg.”
Trevor goes and gets it, and Jacob can see Jack snap it around his bodyguard’s neck. He watches as Jack Harrington pulls down his pants, revealing a respectable penis, well shaved and evenly tanned.
Trevor’s mouth waters. “I’m a good boy,” he says, as he has been trained. “Will you please use me?”
Jacob watches as Jack pulls on the leash, and Trevor gets to work. Jack’s deep grunting is shamefully arousing to Jacob.
Trevor occasionally pulls off and barks up at Jack Harrington; he raises his butt up in the air and wiggles it back and forth.
Jack pats Trevor’s head. “Fine, let’s go to the bedroom, but we need to be quick; I have to inform the united forces of the development.”
Jacob hears the sound of a bottle of lube opening and Trevor starting to yip as Jack Harrington takes out his sexual frustration on the bodyguard.
Jack Harrington groans loudly, not holding back, using his bodyguard just as he wants to be used. He feels his tension from the stressful meeting melting away with each thrust.
Jacob pokes his head around the corner and is confronted by the actual sight of Jack Harrington having anal sex with Trevor. He is surprised that Jack Harrington’s back is hairless and to see a giant whole-back tattoo of a skull smoking a cigar. Jacob leans a foot closer, trying to read what it says, but still can’t see. He backs down and leaves through the front door of the suite.
Now standing in the promenade naked. He quickly gets his shorts and diaper on. Grumbling about how they are going to be wet, as he didn’t get a chance to steal a towel.
Marvin glares at him from 10 feet away; he stares daggers at Jacob’s half-naked form. “If you don’t follow the laws of propriety, I will be forced to have security remove you,” he says, then adds his trademark “eermp.”
Jacob turns and glares at the receptionist as he gets dressed. “Don’t give me your sass; I am having a day.”
