Mercury Rising - Sex Stories

Mercury Rising

... orbit directly above the constantly shifting extraction process, again in the region between daytime and nighttime, and it is on this station that the alleged incident took place. 'It is well known that the Defendant has made a fortune extracting minerals from the planet's surface, yet we will prove that, while doing so, she has paid scant regard to the safety and well-being of the employees and civilians in her care. 'Please play the recording.' Aboard the orbiting space station, 'Mercury Rising', two astronauts go about their daily routine. The female is Alicia Martinez, Chief Science Officer and Mission Commander. The male is Benjamin Forsyth, a civilian geo-physicist and husband of Sylvia Forsyth, the founder and CEO of Mercury Minerals. Forsyth: We are locked in orbit above the peelers? Martinez: Constantly. Forsyth: And such a position is necessary for the machines' operation? Martinez: Yes. Unfortunately so. Of course, craters are well-mapped and other geographical obstacles taken into account, but the sub-terrain is often unpredictable, making progress - shall we say - problematic? Forsyth: My field of expertise makes me well aware of the difficulties. Martinez: Of course Forsyth: And over the years, the dust has made conditions even more difficult? Martinez: Yes. Exponentially. I myself oversaw the planet's original survey. Photography, ultrasound, mapping, were meticulous, but... Forsyth: You? Really? That was years ago? You barely look old enough... Martinez: ...

... (embarrassed laugh) I assure you, I am. I've had a hand in every phase. From the beginning of my career, Sylvia has shown incredible faith in me. I am indebted to her. Forsyth: And she to you. Martinez: Hardly, but thank you. Forsyth (Pointing to a bank of flashing equipment): What's this? A warning light? Martinez: Yes. Lots of 'em (She laughs). There are many outstanding minor repairs that could quickly build into major issues. To be honest, the machines are at their limit. Maintenance is becoming more and more necessary and I fear a total breakdown is imminent... The recording played on. I couldn't see it, could barely even hear it, but I didn't need to. I had been there. And once again, I was there. In cosmic terms, the window was narrow; in human terms it gaped. For the first time in an age, Earth, Venus and Mercury would be in perfect conjunction. Benevolently, the Goddess of Love would cast her shadow, momentarily blocking communication between Mercury and Earth. Her intervention made the possible inevitable. All I had to do was get him there and nature would surely do the rest. Sylvia - my boss, my benefactor, my friend, my lover's wife - is rich beyond reason, intelligent beyond imagining, beautiful beyond belief, and yet Ben loved me. Can you imagine how that felt? Think about it. Can you even begin to imagine how that made me feel? Ben was visiting the station despite Sylvia's objections. Her warm contralto voice rarely displayed emotion, but on that distant fateful ...