Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 13:23:52 -0600
From: Vic James <vicjames2@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Contructs Chapter Six

                         The Constructs
                          By Vic James
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                   Copyright 2014 by Vic James
                     http://www.vicjames.com


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                               Six
    The wormhole was disappointing. The ship announced when we
were entering it, but only the position of the stars changed.
That was about as exciting as looking up at the night sky on
Earth and then tilting your head. The tour of the ship was pretty
disappointing, too. I guess I expected too much. But it was an
alien ship that could travel from star to star at four times the
speed of light. The whole ship looked like our room, with blank
white walls, floors, and ceilings. There were five floors, but
they were mostly empty. There was no furniture, no controls, and
the only other living (biological) being on the ship was Clicker.
The engine produced a lot of dangerous radiation, so we couldn't
get anywhere near it. Ship showed us a picture of the ship. It
had a bullet-shaped front, which was the living quarters. There
were five levels. A long, thinner cylinder connected it to a half-
sphere at the other end. The engines were in the half-sphere,
which, to us, was below the floor, although we were on the third
level of the living quarters. The first level, the one closest to
the engines, had a shuttle craft that looked a lot like a small
airplane. There was nothing unusual about it. In fact, just about
the only thing interesting about the ship was its size. It was
pretty small. Our room was an entire level, so the ship was only
about thirty feet across. Both Mike and I assumed a starship
would be big. When we commented about the size of the ship, we
were reminded that Clicker's people were poor. They couldn't
afford a large, fancy vessel. Mike and I talked. He was as
disappointed at I was. What a letdown! We wondered aloud if
Remeskil be disappointing, too. But Ship assured us that it
wouldn't be.
    We asked Ship what he looked like. He didn't have a room. He
was at the very front, or top of the ship, above the ceiling,
next to the computer. But he showed us a picture of himself. He
looked like a gold pyramid, and was about eighteen inches high.
He was actually quite attractive, for a---thing. There were
patterns etched into his shiny, golden surface. He wouldn't have
seemed out of place locked in a glass case in a museum as an
objet d'art.
    On the fourth day, Clicker wanted us to have sex again in
front of her, again. She told us she wanted to be certain we
could mate with an audience. She planned to charge a premium for
us because in their research about humans, there was no mention
of same sex couples. Humans were extremely rare, but Mike and I
were much rarer. She wanted to take advantage of that, but she
was terrified of developing a Tiktik enemy who thought he was
cheated. And a Tiktik who paid extra for a same-sex couple would
want proof that we really were mates. Our owner would want to be
able to show us mating to his friends. So we performed. I didn't
have a problem as long as I didn't look at her. I did get cold,
though, and started shivering. Ship warned her about human
respiratory diseases and she left to put on what she called an
environment suit, but seemed like a space suit to us. I asked the
ship what temperatures the Tiktik liked, thinking that might be a
problem. Fortunately they liked similar temperatures to humans.
Ship reminded us that it was our owner's job to make us
comfortable and that we could request whatever environmental
conditions we wanted. We sixty-nined, which Ship told us
fascinated Clicker. Then Mike fucked me while he jacked me off.
Clicker told us she was relieved and left us.
    "She worries a lot, doesn't she?" Mike said to Ship.
    "You have no idea. She borrowed the money to rent this ship
and she has no way to repay it unless she is able to sell you.
She bet everything she has and more on the success of this
endeavor. You would have to see her world after you've seen
Remeskil to really understand. Those worlds are at opposite poles
of the economic scale. She and the Tiktik she hopes to sell to
are at opposite poles, too. The Tiktik are wealthy and powerful.
She is poor and powerless. But despite that, she is trying to do
business with them and come out ahead. If we are successful, her
share of the proceeds will make her the richest person on her
world by a large margin, and she can stop worrying about her
family."
    "Do you like Clicker?" I asked the ship.
    "She annoys me," Ship said, surprising us. "But her plan is a
good one. She sometimes calls me 'Computer'. I have explained
that the computer on this ship is not sentient. That is why I am
here. I have told her eight times that you can't have a
conversation with the computer but she still says, 'How long to
Remeskil, Computer?'"
    I tried not to laugh.
    "Why didn't you bring more humans?" Mike asked the ship. "Why
just us?"
    "We scanned many humans," Ship said, surprising me. "You were
initially rejected because of your illness. The virtual versions
of the others were either very scared or angry and violent, but
they were all unhappy. That is the reason I began working on your
brain chemistry. Even with the brain chemistry alterations, the
others weren't suitable. They wanted to go home. Clicker had the
idea that you might be grateful for being cured." I nodded. "I
cured the virtual version of you and both of you were happy. You
two were the only ones who seriously considered going with us. So
you were the ones we constructed."
    "So you knew we would say yes?" Mike asked.
    "Did we say yes before the brain chemistry change?" I asked.
    "I asked after I cured you, but before the brain chemistry
change. The two of you said you would think about it. I then
altered your brain chemistry and asked again. You wanted details
about Remeskil. I ended the simulation then because we were
running out of time. Clicker has to return home soon with food
and running those simulations prevented me from using the
computer to map our flight to Remeskil. If you said no, you would
have been returned to Earth and Clicker would have lost her big
gamble."
    That was a lot to absorb.
    We began having sex a couple of times a day with Clicker in
the room. We both ignored her completely.
    "I feel kind of like a porn star, having sex for an
audience," I told Mike one day.
    "Does it bother you?"
    "No. I feel like a professional!" I said, with enthusiasm.
    He laughed.
    "You are a hell of a lot more appealing to me than any porn
star I ever saw."
    I kissed him for a long time for that nice compliment.
    Once I asked him if he had any regrets about leaving Earth.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
    "No. None. I wouldn't have missed this adventure with you for
anything."
    I smiled at him.

    When we weren't having sex or cuddling, we studied the
various cultures of the aliens we'd learned about. Some of the
cultures were remarkably human-seeming, and some were very
inhuman. There was one race, the Festoon that I hoped I never
met. The female injected her eggs into the male. The young
developed by eating the father's body from inside. Sometimes the
father died before they were ready to emerge and the female had
to find another living donor for them. Since the males were as
intelligent as the females, I couldn't understand why a male
would want to reproduce. But old, unmarried males were pitied by
the Festoon, by both females and younger males. I thought the
old, unmarried males were smarter, but I had never wanted to
reproduce.
    Finally, we arrived in the Remeskil system.
    "Security is tight on Remeskil," Ship said.
    "I'm not surprised, if the Tiktik there are as wealthy as
we've been told," Mike said.
    "It will take several days before we will be allowed to land.
Clicker will be contacting various Tiktik who might be interested
in you. They will arrange to get us through security. I recommend
you sleep through it. We will let the prospective buyers get you
through security, but it will be much simpler if you are sleeping-
--sedated. Security will worry much less about you if you are
unconscious until then."
    I looked at Mike. He shrugged.
    "OK."
    "They will want to implant a device inside you," Ship said.
    "What?" I asked. "You never mentioned that!"
    "What kind of device?" Mike asked.
    "Something that will disable you, if you ever become violent
or lose control."
    I sighed. Considering how wealthy Remeskil was supposed to
be, I shouldn't have been surprised. Security was tough at
airports on Earth. What was it like on Remeskil? Sleeping sounded
better to me, too.
    "OK," I said.
    "Are you sure?" Mike asked me.
    "Yeah. I mean, they aren't going to give us the opportunity
of hurting them. Why would they? It would be dumb."
    Mike nodded.
    We got ready for sleep. I was disappointed, yet again. We
wouldn't see Remeskil from orbit. It was a good thing we were
being sedated, because my heart was pounding like crazy. There
was so much to think about---and worry about. But as I fell
asleep, Mike wrapped his arms around me and I stopped worrying.

    I opened my eyes. Mike's arms were still around me, but we
weren't in our room on the ship. I looked around. We were on a
table or a narrow bed in another white room, but this one was
rectangular. I sat up. Mike let go of me. I looked around. The
room was mostly empty, but I saw a gold pyramid on a shelf near
the floor. I wondered if it was Ship. The wall above it had a
window and there was a large group of Tiktik on the other side of
the glass. They were watching us. They looked less like ostriches
in person. Their faces were flatter, like human faces. I couldn't
tell how tall they were. They didn't look scary. I thought they
looked interesting. They didn't wear clothes, but small objects
that glittered hung from the undersides of their beaks. I
supposed they were jewels, but they seemed brighter than they
should have been for jewels. It was as though they had a small
light source inside, although they weren't nearly as bright as
Christmas lights, which is what the colors reminded me of.
    I climbed off the table and stood up. Mike joined me and put
his arm around my waist. I wasn't afraid. I wondered if I should
have been. There were aliens studying us and for a moment I felt
my fear was stolen from me by Ship's manipulation of our brain
chemistry. That made me almost laugh. Did I really want to be
afraid? Ship could always give me a pill to make me afraid, not
that I would ever take it.
    "Are you afraid, Mike?" I asked.
    "No. Not really." He pulled me closer to him. "Are you?"
    "No, but I think I ought to be."
    Mike looked confused.
    "You could pretend to be afraid, then," he said.
    I laughed.
    "Do you speak English?" Mike asked the pyramid.
    "Yes. This is Ship, although I have adopted the name Retna. I
no longer pilot a ship so my old name would have seemed odd.
Plans changed. I was convinced to stay here as your doctor. I
will be remaining with you indefinitely."
    The sound was coming from him. Did he have a speaker on his
surface, I wondered.
    "Forced?" Mike asked.
    "Oh, no. Definitely not. They made me an offer that was too
high for me to refuse when I admitted I had studied human anatomy
and medical information. I own the medical information I gained
on the trip to Earth. I negotiated that with Clicker. They need
my knowledge."
    "When will we be offered for sale?" I asked.
    "The auction---I believe that is the word---is about to
begin."
    "Are you still going to move into a Doridge body?"
    "Yes, but not until you are settled in. It will take me a
while to gain full control of the body."
    "Oh," I said. I wondered how long that would take. Ship had
never had a body before. He didn't know how to walk, or eat, or
do any of the other things we did without thinking. Would he be
like a newborn?
    I looked around the room and was surprised we didn't have a
security guard in the room. Then I realized there were no doors.
Maybe it was a jail cell. It was as stark as one, anyway. Starker
even---it didn't even have a toilet.
    I looked through the window for Clicker, to see if she was
with the Tiktik, but I didn't see her. I supposed that wasn't
surprising. She was probably in a different room. The wealthiest
people on a very wealthy planet probably didn't want to be that
close to her.
    "The four Tiktik in the front are the ones who are most
interested in you. The one on the far left is the one who hired
me. If he loses the auction for you, he plans to sell me---at a
profit, of course---to the winner."
    "So you are owned, now?" Mike asked Ship.
    "Not owned as a slave," Ship said. "The human and Click idea
of slavery is illegal with the Tiktik. I am owned, but only for
the length of my contract. And I sold myself. It is more like
your idea of an employee, but there is a contract involved. I
can't simply quit---that is as illegal as stealing. I would have
to negotiate to be released from my contract. But I was offered
so much money that will never happen. The money is much more
appealing to me than the freedom I am losing for the duration of
the contract."
    "Do you get paid at the end of the contract?" I asked.
    "No. I was paid in full when I agreed to stay with you. That
is customary. It is why I can't simply quit," Ship said. "As I
said, I sold myself and they pay for a sale at the time of
purchase."
    I nodded. That made sense.
    "Are you happy to be staying with us, Ship?" I asked.
    "My new name is Retna."
    "Sorry! I forgot."
    "It is OK, as you say. Ship wasn't really a good name for me
anymore."
    "OK, Retna. Are you happy?"
    "Oh, yes. Not only was I purchased for an enormous price, but
I will get a percentage of your sale price, too. And I will get
to live on Remeskil. I am extremely pleased."
    I looked at him and almost laughed. Live? He was a gold
pyramid. He didn't have eyes. He could live on a shelf on
Clicker's planet and pretend he was on Remeskil! I didn't say
anything, though. It seemed....discriminatory. Besides, he would
be a Doridge before long. Then it would matter where he was.
    "Will we ever get to see the outside?" I asked.
    "Of course!" Retna said. "And probably soon."
    I looked at the Tiktik through the window, again. Their
mouths were opening and closing, but we couldn't hear them.
    "I sold the rights to a new market, also," Ship/Retna said.
"I am now the wealthiest machine intelligence, as far as I know."
    "What do you mean?" Mike asked, for both of us.
    "You told me humans have no defense against space debris and
that you were concerned about it. I researched it in the
materials I captured on Earth and discovered the mass extinction
events in your past. That is a new market---selling space debris
defense to humans. I was paid a considerable amount for the
market, too. Nothing may come of it, of course. Humans might find
the price too high, but the Tiktik are good at making their
services seem invaluable. I hoped to go in business for myself
and do it myself. The ship we were on was capable of destroying
most debris with its existing defensive weapons, and I planned to
buy the ship and augment them. The Tiktik are professionals at
that sort of thing, though, and I'm not. They will be able to
succeed where I might not. I am very pleased. I got money for the
market and don't have any expenses at all."
    "I don't think humans will be able to pay the kind of money
the Tiktik would want," Mike said.
    "It is not just the money. There is prestige involved," Retna
said. "The Tiktik will not ask for an amount they know they can
never receive. Also, blocking or destroying space debris can be
done with an automated ship and very cheaply. As I said, I
planned to do it myself, with just one ship."
    I nodded my head. That made sense. The Tiktik would have
their foot in the door, so to speak, and would be able to see
what other business opportunities they could pursue with humans.
    The Tiktik mouths were still moving, but we couldn't hear
anything. I sat back down on the table we had awakened on. Mike
stood in front of me, facing me, between my legs. I began running
my hands over him. I smiled as I watched his cock grow erect.
After a minute, I leaned forward and bit one of his nipples. Mike
pulled my head to him, so I continued sucked on his nipple for a
while.
    Suddenly, we heard a strange grunting noise. The grunts were
pitched and almost seemed musical in a weird way.
    "What is that sound?" Mike asked.
    "Those are Tiktik voices," Retna said. "Unfortunately they
are asking a lot of very technical Tiktik legal questions that I
cannot express in English."
    It was really strange having a conversation with a pyramid. I
found myself looking at him and wondered if he could see us. Was
he connected to cameras? Could he see out of his pyramid? There
were etchings or engravings on his surface, but nothing that
looked like it could function as eyes.
    "What kind of questions?" Mike asked.
    "Basically, they want your assurance that you consent to be
owned and will abide by their contract. But there are specific
questions they want you to respond to."
    Retna began making the same kind of noises. He stopped and
the ones outside the window spoke again. That continued for about
thirty minutes. I was starting to get anxious. Anxious and bored.
I didn't know that was possible.
    I looked at Mike. He looked hot. There were aliens---and a
machine intelligence watching us, but I didn't have any trouble
at all ignoring them. Was that normal? I didn't know. And right
then, it didn't matter. I wanted him and I wanted him badly. I
reached up and pulled on both his nipples. I looked at his cock
and watched it grow erect. Mike tilted my head up and kissed me.
I was very happy that he seemed to want me just as much. I
wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. I wondered if we were
going to be asked to have sex. After the kiss, I looked at his
cock. It was stiff. Mike took my head in both hands and began
licking my face. I groaned.
    "God, Will, I want you! You get me harder than anyone ever
has."
    I took his erection in my hand and began stroking it. Mike
smiled at me.
    "I want you just as much. You get me hotter than two Eds."
    Mike grinned.
    "Now that is a compliment, considering that the best sex you
ever had was with him."
    "Nooooo. The best sex I ever had is with you. His was the
second best," I said.
    Mike kissed me, again, while I stroked him.
    "Excuse me," Retna said.
    We pulled apart and looked at him.
    "I think we have it narrowed down to questions I can ask
you," Retna said. "Do you agree to be owned by the Tiktik
personage who purchases you from Clicker and myself?" Retna asked
us.
    "Yes," Mike said.
    "Yes."
    "Do you value your personal freedom more than your signature
on a contract?" Retna asked.
    I looked at Mike and shrugged.
    "No," we both said.
    "Are you willing to abide by the conditions of the contract--
-I have explained you can't do that without an understanding of
Tiktik law and contracts, but they want a response."
    I sighed.
    "Yes," I said.
    Mike echoed me. He turned around to face them.
    "Do you understand that your personal freedom will be reduced
by the terms of the contract?"
    "How many times and ways are they going to ask if we agree to
be owned?" Mike asked. "Do all of their pets agree to contractual
terms?"
    "Well, they are expecting humans to be recognized sooner than
I expected. That is because of my new market. The Tiktik will be
introducing themselves to humans and hopefully beginning business
with them. That may impact the date your race requests
recognition. They are negotiating with you based on the
assumption that you will request recognition sooner. Your new
owner will know what makes humans happy and that makes you even
more valuable."
    "Oh," Mike said.
    He looked thoughtful.
    "How about if we tell them that as long as we are treated
well, we agree with their terms? Or is that too simplistic?" I
said to Mike. "Never mind. You know a lot more about business
than I do. You should decide."
    Mike sighed. "They didn't exactly cover this in school. How
can I agree to a contract I've never read?"
    We looked at each other for a moment.
    "Do you trust me?" Retna asked.
    "I suppose I do," Mike said.
    I nodded my head.
    "I will be living with you and I think the terms are very
reasonable," Retna said.
    I looked at him. He was a machine intelligence. Did he have
the same idea of good---in this context---as we did? I didn't
have any reason at not to trust Retna and he had cured me.
    "What do you want to do?" Mike asked me.
    "I trust Retna," I said.
    Mike nodded.
    "We agree to all the terms," Mike said.
    "Do you want to hear a list of the owner's obligations under
the contract?" Retna asked us.
    "Is there anything you haven't told us?" Mike asked Retna.
    "No."
    "Then no."
    Retna spoke in 'Tiktikese', or whatever their language was
called.
    Mike's cock had softened. I began stroking him, again.
    "We need to get you back in pants," I said. We were both
naked. "I have trouble thinking of anything but sex when I can
see my bestest buddy."
    Mike laughed.
    "Besides, we can't have Christmas unless I can open the
package!" I said.
    Mike laughed. Then he laughed a second time.
    "What?" I asked.
    "You licked your lips. You do that before you suck me. You
want to suck me, don't you? Tell the truth!"
    I laughed.
    "I always want to suck you. That's not a difficult
prediction."
    "I am certain they will want to watch your sex act," Retna
said.
    "One of the Tiktik just asked whether you like the taste of
your mate's reproductive fluid, Will. Clicker is showing them
videos of you swallowing it."
    I laughed.
    "Couldn't you tell?" Mike asked Retna. "He gobbles the stuff
down."
    "I knew he swallowed it, but the question is about the
taste."
    "Oh, god! This is embarrassing!" I said.
    Mike laughed.
    "Wait! Maybe I can sell it to them!" Mike said.
    I laughed at that.
    I sighed. "Tell them I love it but it might be because I'm
his mate."
    "Your straight friend Ed wasn't your mate but you loved the
taste of his," Mike said to me.
    "I think I thought of him that way. My only fantasy when I
knew him was that we were lovers."
    Mike nodded.
    Retna spoke to the Tiktik.
    "I have told them," he said, in English. "One asks if you
think of yourself as a female, Will."
    "No, I don't. And I never have," I said.
    "Another one asked if you have sex with females also," Retna
said.
    "Tell them I have, but Will has not," Mike said. "You can
also tell them I didn't enjoy mating with females. That is why I
chose a male mate."
    "I will," Retna said.
    He spoke to the Tiktik, again.
    "One of them asked if you have two fathers," Retna said. "I
don't think that is possible with humans yet---artificially, is
it? I didn't come across it in the medical information I
obtained."
    "No, Retna. It isn't. We both have a father and a mother,"
Mike said.
    "One of the prospective buyers asks why you aren't afraid
like the other humans he has seen. Evidently, they are always
terrified."
    I looked at Mike. He answered for us.
    "There are still primitive parts of our planet," Mike said.
"Those humans may come from an area with little technology and
very little knowledge of our own world, much less other worlds.
They may think the stars are simply lights in the sky. They might
imagine you are demons or some other religious mythological
figures."
    "He said that was a very good answer, Mike," Retna said. "I
believe you may have impressed him."
    "Oh, you're so smart!" I said to Mike. "And your dick is
cute, too."
    Mike laughed.
    "You love me for my dick!"
    I smiled at him. I loved everything about him.
    "One of them asked what you are going to do with your wealth,
if you have no offspring to bequeath it to," Retna said.
    I guessed people with enormous wealth had to worry about
things like that. I had never thought about it.
    "Spend it all before we die!" I said.
    Mike laughed.
    "That's a good plan!" Mike said to me. He turned to Retna.
"But we don't have any wealth, Retna."
    "I expect you will be very wealthy. I am very wealthy because
of you and Clicker will be, too."
    I was still stroking Mike's erection. It was getting wet. I
squeezed a drop of precum out of it. I wiped it off and put my
finger in my mouth.
    Retna tilted his head.
    "They have begun making offers to Clicker. Evidently, what
you just did intrigued them."
    I grinned at Mike. I was surprised they could see, since they
were behind Mike. But then, there were probably cameras
throughout the room. I squeezed another drop of precum out of
Mike's erection. Mike wiped it off with one of his fingers and
then stuck his finger in my mouth.
    "How much was the offer?" I asked Retna.
    "Fifty thousand---" Retna paused. "I don't know what English
word to use for their money. It isn't dollars, of course. It is a
great deal of money."
    I climbed off the table and knelt in front of Mike. I
swallowed his cock and began sucking him."
    "Sixty thousand was just offered," Retna said.
    I looked up at Mike while I sucked him. I ran one hand over
his hairy chest and belly.
    "Are you doing that to raise our price?" Mike asked me.
    I pulled off him and laughed. Then I rubbed his wet cock on
my face.
    "Seventy-five thousand," Retna said.
    I grinned. I just made us fifteen thousand...whatevers! Then
I realized we wouldn't be getting any of the money. Clicker and
Retna would get all of it. That didn't seem fair. I stood up.
    "Why did you stop?" Mike asked me.
    "We aren't going to see any of it," I said. "Why should we go
out of our way to make our price increase?"
    Mike frowned.
    "Oh, yeah."
    "I will give you half of my share," Retna said. "Now you have
a personal incentive to increase your price."
    I knelt and began sucking Mike, again. He began thrusting a
little and his balls slapped gently against my chin. After a
moment, Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth. He rubbed it on my
face again before thrusting it back in my mouth. After a minute,
he pulled his cock out and slapped my face with it. He didn't hit
it hard, but it made a sound and I loved it!
    "More!" I said to him.
    Retna was speaking to the Tiktik, but I ignored that.
    Mike slapped me several more times. The sound of the wet
slaps filled the room before he pushed his cock back into my
mouth.
    "Eighty thousand," Retna said.
    His precum began collecting at the back of my throat. I
swallowed. Mike grabbed my head and pushed hard into me. My lips
were pressed into his pubic hair. I swallowed around his cock,
making him groan.
    "Are you shooting your reproductive fluid into him?" Retna
asked.
    "Not yet," Mike said. "But I will."
    I pulled off Mike. He picked me up and put me on the table.
He stayed standing on the floor. He pulled me to the edge and
pushed my legs up. He bent down and began rimming me. I groaned
when his tongue slid inside me. He began fucking me with his
tongue.
    "One hundred thousand," Retna said.
    I held my legs up with one arm and I stroked myself with my
other, free hand. Mike stood up. He pulled and slid me down the
table onto his cock. I groaned as he stretched me.
    "Oh, fuck!" I said.
    "Exactly," Mike said, as he began fucking me.
    "One hundred and ten....One hundred and fifteen."
    After a minute or so, Mike said, "Wrap your arms around my
neck and your legs around my waist," he said, as he leaned
forward. I did he lifted me off the table. He fucked me in the
air, bouncing me on his cock.
    "God, you are so fucking hot," I whispered in his ear. I
sucked on his earlobe. He began bouncing me harder, though, so I
couldn't keep that up.
    "One hundred twenty."
    I pressed my mouth to his and we kissed, briefly.
    Mike was getting sweaty and I was having trouble hanging on.
    "Put me on the ground," I told him.
    He did. I bent down in front of him. He grabbed my hips and
pushed back inside me. I groaned again as Mike began fucking me
hard. He was really pounding my ass. He reached under me and
began jacking me off.
    "One hundred thirty," Retna said.
    The room was full of the sound of his body slapping against
mine. I was really turned on by his aggressiveness. He hadn't
been aggressive on the ship. Mike was still jacking me off. I
groaned as I shot onto the floor. Retna spoke to the Tiktik,
probably telling them I was shooting my own fluid. I watched the
floor suck up my spunk as Mike pounded my ass.
    "Come...on...my...face," I said, between his thrusts.
    "That sounds...good. You...are a....natural....porn actor,"
Mike told me, panting.
    "So are you!" I told him.
    "One hundred thirty was the last bid," Retna said. "There
have been no more bids."
    "I'm going to shoot!" Mike said.
    I pulled off him and spun around and fell to my knees. He
stroked himself as his spunk shot out of his cock, onto my face.
    Retna said something to the Tiktik before saying, "One
hundred and fifty."
    I opened my mouth and some of Mike's spunk landed on my
tongue. Then some hit my eye and I closed both of them.
    "One hundred seventy five."
    "Stick it in my mouth," I said.
    "Are you sure?"
    Porn stars did it, I thought.
    Mike pushed his cock into my mouth and I sucked him. Retna
was speaking, but it became background noise. After a couple of
spurts, his orgasm was mostly over. I wrapped my hand around his
balls and tugged on them, earning a groan from Mike.
    "Two hundred thousand."
    Mike pulled out of my mouth. I wiped the jizz off my face and
licked it off my fingers, while I looked at his still stiff cock.
I squeezed the last of the spunk out of his dick and licked it
off the head of his cock. His cock was still hard. I stood and
turned my back to him. I guided his erection back to my hole. He
pushed inside me as I turned my head back. We kissed while he
made short thrusts into me.
    "Two hundred and twenty thousand."
    Mike began jacking me off. I could taste his spunk, his
tongue was in my mouth, and his cock filled my ass. I came,
again, groaning as Mike stroked me. When I finished coming, he
pulled away and licked my lips.
    "Two hundred and thirty thousand."
    "God, how I love you," I said to him.
    Mike kissed me passionately. I wrapped my hand around his
cock and held it while we kissed.
    "Two hundred and forty thousand."
    I stopped listening, then. Mike's arms were around me and I
was happy. I rested my head on his shoulder as my heartbeat
slowed. I hoped our share would be enough to get us back to Earth
someday. I kissed my love's sweaty neck. We both needed a shower.
    "A medic has been called for Clicker," I heard Retna say.
    I pulled away from Mike.
    "What happened?"
    "She rolled onto her back and is non-responsive," Retna said.
"The purchase has been made. Egelleron has paid two hundred and
fifty thousand for you. He is your owner. I'm afraid the amount
was too big a shock for Clicker."
    "Was it a good shock? Will she be OK?"
    "I'm not sure it is good if she is permanently damaged, but
while she hoped for one hundred thousand, she would have been
happy to get sixty thousand," Retna said. "She borrowed thirty
thousand for expenses---most of that was the rental of the ship.
The rest is profit for all four of us. Unfortunately, I don't
know anything about Click biology or medicine. The guard in her
room said her legs are twitching. Hopefully that is a good sign."
    I had an image of a cockroach on its back, with its legs
twitching. I'd seen that more than once---while I held a can of
bug spray! But I did hope she was all right.
    "She seems to have recovered," Retna said. "She just flipped
over and said, 'No medic,' five times. I am fairly certain she is
worried about the cost of a Remeskil medic, especially one that
treats these particular Tiktik."
    Mike and I laughed.
    I sat down on the table and Mike sat next to me.
    "How much is our share?" Mike asked.
    "I was getting twenty percent after expenses, but I'm giving
you half," Retna said. "You two will get ten percent and I will
get ten percent. That is two hundred fifty thousand minus thirty
thousand in expenses. So I get twenty-two thousand, as do the two
of you. The rest is Clicker's. As I mentioned, she would have
been pleased to get twenty-four thousand in profit---that's
eighty percent of a sixty thousand sale price, minus thirty-
thousand in expenses. Instead, she ends up with one hundred
seventy-six thousand as profit."
    I sighed. Twenty-two thousand 'whatevers'. I had no idea what
that meant. Were we the equivalent of millionaires? Billionaires?
Who knew? Then I realized I did have some idea. It cost Clicker
thirty thousand to rent a ship to get from her world to Earth and
then to Remeskil. And there may have been additional stops.
Twenty-two thousand might very well be enough to get the two of
us to Earth someday. Apparently we would have no expenses. We
could save the whole thing. By the time we were free, there might
be regular flights to Earth and we wouldn't have to charter a
ship.
    "I have no idea how that relates to human money," Mike said.
    "Well, it isn't that much on Remeskil, but you would be very
wealthy on most planets, even on some Tiktik planets."
    We heard a clicking sound.
    "Clicker wants to thank you and says her children and her
children's children will thank you as well," Retna said. "To show
her gratitude, she is giving you twenty thousand of her share."
    I smiled at Mike.
    "Tell her thank you," Mike said.
    "From both of us," I added.
    "I have," Retna said. "Clicker is leaving immediately. As you
know, she is worried about her children."
    I nodded. And probably worried about her mate who won't even
dance! She didn't mention him much, though. I wondered if they
loved each other.
    "I understand your questions about money. The fact is, what
you have is an enormous amount of money on some planets and very
little on others," Retna said. "Remeskil is the most expensive
planet in the Tiktik trading zone. Most Tiktik couldn't even
afford to take a vacation here. Clicker chose this planet because
it has the wealthiest Tiktik and he thought you would be more
likely to approve of her plan if you got to live on such a
beautiful planet. Egelleron probably thinks the amount he spent
on you is 'almost' significant. You are only one of his hobbies,
but you will benefit his business, too. He probably feels he will
recoup his money, eventually, because bought the new market I
identified---defending Earth and humans from space debris. He is
also my owner."
    "Oh!" I said. "I'm glad we have the same owner. It should
simplify things."
    I looked through the window at the Tiktik. Several of them
had left. There were only two left. Then one of them turned and
left. I thought the remaining one must be our owner. But then it
occurred to me that it could be the person who held the auction
or the person in charge of whatever building we were in.
    "Egelleron wants to implant a translation device in your ear
so you will understand him," Retna said.
    "Oh. OK."
    "Get up on the table. You will sleep while the device is
implanted," Retna said.
    We both got up there and lay down on our backs. A fog entered
the room and I fell asleep immediately.



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