The Other Adventures of Nancy #2
by DeannaTroi

This is a work of fiction.  It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18  Nancy and the other characters in this story are my own creation.  Feel free to use them in your own stories as long as you keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories.  You can send all feedback to:

troi@hotmail.com


Nancy frowned to herself as she pushed the cart down the passenger corridor of Lady McBeth.  Normally, her missions for her employers had a definite goal, recover some object, prevent a murder, rescue that person, etc., but this time she had no specified goal.  Her employers had set her up with this identity as a 'Sentient Environment Maintenance Supervisor' which translated from bureaucratic speak meant Housekeeping.  Of course a modern space passenger liner had all kinds of robots that did most of the work.  Her job was to check that they did it properly and clean up the things the bots screwed up on and they always did screw up some things.

The position did allow her to go virtually everywhere on the ship from the bridge to engineering to the passenger and crew cabins.  One of those things they never mentioned in the shiny brochures and holographic advertisements was that besides being a captain or navigator or weapons officer, you too could be the person that wiped up the coffee mug rings and made sure there were enough towels in the heads.

Lady McBeth was like all the ships of the Shakespear Line, a combination passenger and cargo ship.  The founder of the space line had been a bard fanatic and all the ships in the line were named for characters from Shakespear, so Hamlet, Othello, King Lear and several more plied the trading routes of the explored galaxy.  Lady McBeth was the newest ship of the line, but even it needed cleaning since humans were by nature a messy people, not to mention the numerous alien species they coinhabited the galaxy with.

Normally, Lady McBeth followed a circular route of a dozen or so star systems and planets, delivering precious cargo and passengers.  Cargo paid the bulk of the profits, but the passengers were a nice bonus.  Space travel while common was still quite expensive and only the well off could afford to do it on a regular basis.  Many working class families on planets and space stations never left their home planet or station.  Some families would scrimp and save for years to have that 'vacation of a lifetime' which used to be places like Disneyland on Earth,but now meant a voyage on a ship like Lady McBeth to see other worlds and other civilizations and they expected clean rooms and lots of fresh towels.

Lady McBeth, however, was not on her normal route this time.  This was a special cruise that was combining the unlikely aspects of tourism with scientific research.  Every one hundred years or so, the Sigma Alpha 12 Nebula lit up like an old fashioned Christmas tree and no one knew why.  It was a spectacular sight of glowing gases in a milion different colours and shades and hence the tourism aspect of this voyage.  The richest and wealthiest of the galaxy had bought tickets for a close up look at the event.  Oh, there were a few "common folk" who had won the privilege via some lottery or contest, but most of the passengers were the elite of the elite who could afford the exorbitant price.  There was also no cargo being hauled on this trip.  Instead, the cargo area had been converted to house the  sensory apparatus that was supposed to determine the cause of the light show.

There was so much radiation and debris in the nebula, that every probe that had been sent into it had been destroyed within minutes.  The scientists, engineers and technicians crowded into the makeshift living quarters they shared with their equipment had spent years planning for this voyage.  The planning had been absolutely meticulous as it was literally a once in a lifetime opportunity.  If they screwed this up, it would be their great grandkids who would get the next chance.

All of this was interesting, but it didn't help Nancy with her mission.  The scientific work was being done by a widely based consortium of universities and private companies from across the known galaxy.  There was no competing group that would benefit by sabotaging the work.  There were no environmental groups or terrorists who objected to the work for even the most ludicrous of reasons, so what did that leave her?  All Nancy's employers would or could tell her was that her presence on the trip had a high probability of a favourable outcome.

There was the nebula itself.  Officially it was designated Sigma Alpha 12, but all the people 'in the know' referred to it as 'the penis nebula'.  Nancy thought it took a fairly twisted and perverted mind to see the reason for the name.  The nebula was roughly a cylinder in shape, about 2 light years in diameter and 10 light years long.  Astronomers who seemingly didn't have much in the way of jokes in their profession sometimes giggled and told their civilian audiences think of it in inches instead of light years to visualize the dimensions properly.  One end had a slight bulge to it which the overly imaginative saw as the  head of the penis while there were two spherical volumes at the other end that were supposedly the"balls" of the nebula.

Unfortunately, in Nancy's opinion, the light show that happened every hundred years or so simply enhanced the metaphor.  The light show would start with a growing brightness in the balls and then would shoot up the center of the shaft in little over an hour and blast out of the very tip like an ejaculation for another few hours and then return to normal for another hundred years.  It was supposed to be an impressive sight and also totally impossible.  The light travelled ten light years in an hour which vastly exceeded the speed of light.  Of course space ships did that too, but Sigma Alpha 12 was the only naturally occurring phenomenon that did so and the scientists on Lady McBeth were determined to find out how and why.

Nancy ended her ruminations at Cabin 1, the Presidential Suite, and her first stop.  Nancy pulled out her tablet to double check her information.  The operative had quickly discarded the cheap tablet issued to her by the shipping company after	 downloading anything useful from it to the tablet provided by her real employers which had infinitely more useful programs on it for someone in Nancy's line of work.  For example,it had the ability to bypass pretty much any security system.  Cabin 1 was occupied by the great grandson of the Shakespear Line founder and its current CEO.  Thomas Bacon, his wife Jolene and eighteen year old son Roger were all on board.  Nancy checked the panel by the door which indicated no privacy requests that would cause her to skip the cabin until that status changed.  As per ship protocol, Nancy pressed the admittance button which made a pleasant chime inside the cabin that she could hear dimly.  There was no reply and after waiting thirty seconds, Nancy pressed the button again.  Another thirty seconds and no reply indicated it was permissible for her to enter and Nancy opened the cabin door with her pass card.  The blonde called out the old fashioned "housekeeping" and still got no reply as she wheeled her cart into the room.

Cabin 1 was actually a small suite with a sitting room that opened off the main door with two bedrooms to her left.  It was small by planetside standards but positively luxurious on a spacecraft where space was always at a premium.  Nancy cleaned up a couple of spots in the main room that the robots had missed and then checked the master bedroom.  Nancy sighed.  You would think they could perfect a robot for making beds, but the bed was a mess.  The problem turned out to be a dress left on the bed that the bots had not recognized and had left it there with the consequent lump.  Nancy fixed the bed and hung up the dress in the closet then went to check the smaller bedroom that the son was using.

The door to the second bedroom swished open and Nancy found herself staring at the teen aged boy Roger Bacon, laying naked on his bed and jerking his cock.

"I thought you would never get in here," he complained in a whiny voice.  "Come over here and suck me off."

"I'm a housekeeper, not a whore," replied Nancy calmly as she did a quick check of the room to make sure it was in order.  At least the bot had done a proper job on the bed this time since she didn't feel inclined to do anything about it with the masturbating boy on top of it.

"Oh come on, show me your tits and get down on your knees," said Roger looking her over closely.  "You got a nice rack there and I want to see it."

Nancy made a show of  pulling out her tablet and looking at it.  "Let me see, my duties include supervising the robots, spot cleaning, checking supplies such as towels, reporting maintenance issues to the proper person and following general ship safety regulations.  Nope.  Nothing about flashing my boobs or giving blowjobs.  Sorry."  Nancy turned and walked out into the main room to give it one more quick check.

She heard Roger get off the bed behind her and move towards her and she had to control her near automatic reaction on how to deal with someone sneaking up behind her which might or might not have been a lethal move depending on the situation..  Her reward for restraint was to have the idiot reach around and cup one of her tits through the plain utilitarian dress she had been issued and to feel his hard cock pressing into her ass.

"I like it when they play hard to get," smirked Roger.  "But you will come around just like all the other silly girls if you know what is good for you."

Nancy pulled herself out of Roger's grip with ease and spun around to grab his balls with one hand.  For a split second, Roger had a huge smile of victory on his face and then Nancy gave them a squeeze.  She didn't use her full strength or that probably would have reduced the testicles destined to spawn the next generation to jelly but it was hard enough to make Roger drop to the floor and clutch his privates with a loud whimper of pain.

"I, I will have you fired for that," gasped Roger through tears of pain.

Nancy looked down at the boy with a mixture of disgust and pity.  "Oh grow up boy.  What you just did is called sexual assault and could land you along stretch in prison.  You are going to have sore nuts for a day or two and you should take that time to reflect on what you did.  I am giving you another chance, so I suggest you get your act together."
Nancy then ignored the whimpering boy and gave the room one last check before pushing her cart out the door.
* * *

 When Nancy returned to the corridor, she saw her immediate supervisor, Veera, bearing down on her.  Veera was a blue skinned Andorian.  That wasn't the real name of her species or planet, but the real name had so many unpronounceable combinations of consonants and vowels that the first contact people had simply given up and called them Andorians after the blue skinned race on an incredibly old dramatic production called Star Trek.  The Andorians didn't seem to mind or at least if they did either didn't say so or maybe no one bothered to listen.

"Ah there you are Nancy," said Veera as she came up to the blonde.  "I had wanted to talk to you before you started yourfirst shift, but the First Officer was throwing a snit about not having his favourite brand of coffee and I had to explain to him that it simply had not been available at our last supply stop."  Besides managing housekeeping, Veera also looked after everything else to do with sentient services such as entertainment and food.  Veera glanced at the closed door to Cabin 1.  "Did you have any problems in there?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle," said Nancy truthfully

Veera gave a small eye roll.  "The little bastard knows that even he has to book in advance."

Nancy blinked.  "I beg your pardon?"

Veera gestured at Nancy to come with her as she started to walk away.  "Leave your cart here and come to my office, so I can give you the full briefing you should have gotten if it weren't for our moron of a First Officer."

Veera's office was on the same deck as the passenger cabins, but at the opposite end from Cabin 1.  Once inside, the woman gestured Nancy to have a seat and slumped down in her own chair behind her desk.  "You might not have read the contract you signed all the way through.  No one ever does really as there are pages and pages of legal mumbo jumbo, but among your duties listed was 'other services as required'."

Nancy couldn't exactly point out that she had never seen, let alone signed any contract.  That was a detail her employers had taken care of when they set up this identity for her.  Nancy knew that if she was shown a copy of the contract, however, her own signature would be neatly appended to it.  "I assumed that 'other services' referred to any cleaning related duties that might come up and were not specifically enumerated. A catch all so to speak."

"Not exactly," said Veera with what seemed to be a definite leer on her face.  "The Shakespear Line provides a little known and unadvertised, at least to the general public, service to its passengers."

Veera paused and looked at Nancy, so she obligingly asked the expected question.  "What service is that?"

"Let's just call it Companion Services," replied Veera.  "If our passengers require companionship for an hour or two, we can provide it.  The service is also available to company employees at the standard employee discount."

Nancy was not some naive colony girl as her cover story indicated, so she had a sinking feeling about where this conversation was headed, but it probably wouldn't do to let on about that.  "I still don't understand?" and she added a confused note to her inflection and made it a nervous question.

Veera sighed.  They were always like this when she had this little meeting.  It was a bit annoying, but also rather exciting.  "It means you will be required to provide services of a sexual nature as part of your job to the passengers and crew who pay for it."

Nancy smothered a sigh and let her eyes go wide and a slight tremble into her voice.  "S, sexual nature.  P, pay?  You mean you want me to be a p, prostitute?  Oh no, I simply couldn't."

Veera watched the blonde carefully and was rewarded with that wonderful look of shock that the new girls always gave and it made her pussy tingle in anticipation of what was going to happen next.  "We prefer the more sophisticated term of companion.  The passengers will be discreetly informed of the service and they will make their bookings through me.  That is what I meant about Roger Bacon.  He has been on Shakespear Line ships before and is aware of the proper protocol."

Nancy knew the legality of this type of operation was questionable at best.  Prostitution was stillillegal on most worlds, though a few had legalized it and regulated it.  Ships like Lady McBeth were technically supposed to follow the laws of the planet or other body under which they were registered, but practically speaking, they were a law unto themselves.  As Veera had said, this type of service was not something the liner company advertised and would cause quite a scandal for their attempts at a squeaky clean reputation.  And whether you called it prostitution or an euphanism like companionship, there was still a lot of social stigma to the oldest profession in the world or galaxy.    "And if I refuse?" she asked Veera trying to invoke a hint of defiance into her voice.

Veera gave a nasty smile.  "Well we do have a brig on the ship and a few days without food or water will probably make you change your mind.  We wouldn't dream of having passengers visit you in the brig, but most of the crew are not that fussy and you could still entertain them there."

Nancy mentally translated this to mean she could either go along with her prostitution or get raped.  Of course, anyone who tried to rape her would be in for a rather unpleasant surprise, but ultimately she didn't have a lot of options on a ship light years from any planet or authority and accomplishing her mission from the brig would be impossible..  Well time for the brave little girl to reluctantly give in she thought.  She also decided that she would look for a way to put a spike into this operation, Shakespear Line and dear old Veera in particular.  "I,  I don't seem to have any choice," managed Nancy with a bit more of that tremble of fear which seemed to delight Veera.

"No, you don't," agreed Veera with a smirk.  "You were hired for this job at least partly due to your obvious attributes," and here the blue skinned woman's eyes went to Nancys breasts which produced sizable mounds in the utilitarian outfit.  "Now take off your clothes dear, so I can take a few holographs for our advertising."

Nancy let herself remain rooted in her chair in reluctant fear for several seconds before finally standing up and ever so slowly undoing the buttons on the front of her gray dress and then letting it drop to the floor as she noted the predatory gleam in Veera's eyes.  Nancy had to smother a smile when she saw Veera's disappointment at the plain white bra and panties under the dress.  Plainly, the andorian had been hoping for something a bit more provocative and embarrassing.

"Take off the bra and panties to," said Veera picking up her comm with its holographic camera.  "I will have to provide you with some more suitable undergarments for your new career."

Nancy undid her bra and let her 38F boobs pop into view and this time Veera was not disappointed from the way her eyes were glued to them.  Nancy slid down her plain panties next to display her shaved pussy and this drew a smirk and a hint of drool from Veera.  "Mmmm, a shaved cunt is always popular with the clients," she said and started to take holographs making Nancy pose in several provocative positions.  The woman then went to the closet on the wall and produced a lacy black and nearly sheer bra and panty set for Nancy and again made her pose for more holographs with them on.

Finally,  Veera put down her camera and began to remove her own clothes.  Nancy had rather suspected this was coming as pimps or managers as Veera preferred to be called, liked to sample the goods.  Still, it wouldn't do to break character, so the operative did her best shocked look when she saw the Andorian undressing.

Andorians were unique in a couple of ways.  The first was that they were totally hairless, bald on top and below which probably accounted at least partially for Veeras excitement at seeing her shaved human pussy.

The second unusual thing about Andorians was that they had only one sex.  All Andorians were hermaphrodites though you wouldn't know it to look at someone like Veera initially.  Veera had a large pair of soft round boobs, the light blue globes topped by dark blue, almost purple nipples.  Other than colour, the lips being a slightly darker blue, it looked like a normal, by human standards, pussy with no sign of a cock which really tended to confuse non Andorians at first.

Veera moved around to sit on the front of her  desk with her legs spread wide and pulled Nancy's head into her lap via a two handed grip on Nancy's blonde hair.  "Let's see how good you are with your mouth dear," ordered Veera.  Still playing her shocked and inexperienced colony girl role, Nancy finally stuck out her tongue after Veera gave a hard yank on her hair and took a lick along those glistening blue pussy lips.

Veera gave a small moan of pleasure.  "That's a good little slut, now suck on my clit and you will get a big surprise."

Nancy knew what was coming, but went along with the charade and after a few more hair tugs, took Veera's hard little clit into her mouth and began to suck on it.  Only Veera's clit didn't stay small and that was the surprise Veera loved to give these human sluts.  As Nancy continued to suck on Veera's clit, it began to grow in girth and length until the blonde had six inches of she cock in her mouth and pushing into her throat.  Nancy made the appropriate gasps of shock and surprise while Veera held her face fast on her growing clit and dribbled prodigious amounts of precum into Nancy's mouth.

"Looks like you discovered my Andorian Surprise," snickered Veera and she began to thrust her hips and fuck Nancy's face with her clit.  Andorians tended to prefer a dominant / submissive relationship when it came to sex and normally the dominant personality would assume the male role and use their enlarged clit like a human cock as Veera was now doing.

Veera let go of her hold on Nancy's hair and picked up her holo camera again.  "Now do it on your own slut.  Show my big hard clit how much you love sucking it.  I plan to do you every day on this cruise, one of the best perks of being your manager.  You can look forward to spending a lot of your time on yourknees or on your back with your legs spread."

Oh yes thought Nancy as she began to bob her mouth up and down on Veera's now seven inch clit, if I find a way to pay Veera back I will be very happy to do so.  For now though, the blonde concentrated her attention on pleasuring the bitch using her tongue and her lips to wring mews of pleasure from the blue skinned woman.

"Fuck, you are good," gasped Veera.  "All that shocked innocence and you suck like a pro.  I bet you got lots of practice back on your little colony world keeping all the boys happy.  I think you will be right at home servicing customers with your body."

Nancy didn't reply, just kept up her oral ministrations until Veera arched her back, screamed and began to pump a thick warm and slightly blue tinged cum into her mouth.  Andorians were known for their volume of cum and Nancy had to swallow three full mouthfuls of the spunk before Veera was done.  In another unusual twist of fate, Andorian cum tasted faintly like blueberries.

"Well, you better get dressed and get back to work," said Veera with a sigh as she got dressed and sat back behind her desk.  "You will get notice of your appointments on yur tablet.  Most of them will be in the evening after you are done your cleaning duties, but sometimes clients will want time during the day.  Make sure you wear the lingerie I gave you under your uniform and don't think you can shirk your cleaning duties because of your other work. I collect the fees from yur clients and you will get 25%."

Nancy couldn't help arching an eyebrow.  "Who gets the rest?" she asked as she got dressed.

"Not your concern," smiled Veera and waved Nancy out of her office.

* * *

Nancy approached Cabin 50, the last one an reached out to press the admittance button.  The rest of her shift after leaving Veera had been uneventful.  Most of the cabins had been unoccupied as Lady McBeth boasted a couple of high quality restaurants, a bar, casino and other recreation facilities for their high paying passengers.  Of the handful of cabins with passengers in them, a few had given Nancy a long once over and she suspected that they had already received Veera's discrete advertising and photos of the fuck meat de jour.

Nancy's reverie was interrupted by a voice from the room's intercom.  "Hello?" said a uncertain sounding male voice.

"Housekeeping," replied Nancy and a moment later the door slid open to reveal a young man with dark short cut hair.  He was neatly dressed, but not in the opulant designer clothes Nancy had seen on other passengers.  Over the man's shoulder, Nancy could see a slim brunette sitting in a chair holding a book reader.

"Yes, can I help you?" said the man with a small smile.

"Housekeeping," repeated Nancy.  "Just a quick check to make sure the bots are working properly, that you have enough towels and so forth."

"Oh, sure, come in," replied the man standing aside to let Nancy enter.  "This is the first time my wife and I have been on a ship like this, so I am afraid we don't know the routine or what to expect."

"No problem," replied Nancy with a smile as the man's wife put down her reader and got up.  "I come by once a day to check on the bots and make sure things are working properly.  If you are in the cabin and um, want privacy then just press the privacy button on the panel here by the door.  No one will bother you until your privacy status changes."

The man actually blushed a bit when Nancy mentioned privacy and glanced over at his wife who also blushed a little.  "Good to know," he managed and then stuck out his hand.  "Pardon my manners, I forgot to introduce myself.  I'm Walter Mason and this is my wife Amy."

Nancy resisted the urge to smile and gravely took the offered hands as.  In all the other occupied cabins, not a single person had done more than grunt at her when she came in to check on their comfort and they certainly never introduced themselves or offered to shake hands.  People like Nancy were simply not worth taking notice of.

Nancy looked in the washroom and saw that the bots had shorted the couple, probably since it was the last room on the cue.  Cabin 50 was the smallest and least luxurious of the passenger rooms.  It was often given to some minor official orfunctionary who didn't rate a better room.

Nancy took a pile of towels out of her cart and put them on the shelf in the bathroom and looked around for anything else the bots might have missed.  "Just in case the pursar didn't tell you, there are lots of things to do on the ship, restaurants, casino and so forth," said Nancy as she wiped a smudge off the little desk.

Walter gave a wry smile.  "I'm afraid we are on a tight budget.  We are from Newton.  We won a lottery and this cruise was the prize.  It covered the tickets and meals, but we really can't afford some of the expensive options."

"We brought lots of books to read," grinned Amy.

Nancy reached into the pocket f her dress and pulled out a handful of credit chips and gave them to Amy.  "Here, take these.  The company gives them to employees to hand out to passengers to enhance their experience or something like that.  You know, if a passenger gets a bee up their nose, we can try and mollify them with free stuff.  These will get you things like free massages, beauty treatments and stuff in the little shops.  You might as well have them since from the looks of the rest of the passengers, they bloody well don't need them."

Amy flushed a bit then put the chips in her pocket.  "Thank you very much," she said simply.

"If you need anything, just give me a buzz with the housekeeping button on the panel," said Nancy and then paused. "Sorry, I forgot my own manners.  I'm Nancy if you need anything."

* * *

With her official shift over, Nancy headed for her own quarters which made the Mason's cabin look like the executive suite.  Lowly workers like Nancy got a bunk and a small locker for personal effects.  The bunks were stacked two high and the dorm room had 30 bunks in total with a common washroom . shower area.  Privacy was at a minimum, but at least there were separate dorms for men and women, though the genitalia of some of the alien "women" were a little confusing to be polite.

Nancy lay on her bunk and hacked into the ship's system with her tablet and its special programs.  God,if she was in charge of security on this ship, there would be some substantial upgrades from this pitiful excuse for security.

The first thing the blonde did was delve into Veera's private files and accounts which included all the financial details of the prostitution, ooops companionship ring.  It seemed that the company got 50% of the money, the captain got 10%,  Veera got 15% and the whore got 25% .   The captain apparently got two "freebies" a month while officers and crew got a fifty percent discount on her services.  That seemed like a pretty good deal thought Nancy until she saw what Veera was pimping her out for per hour.  The whole thing seemed rather pointless though in some ways.  Lady McBeth was one of about thirty such ships that the Shakespear Line operated, so the prostitution was bringing in a nice chunk of change, but still rather meaningless in terms of the overall revenue for the shipping line.  It seemed to just be a matter of simple greed and Nancy wondered if the money collected ever showed up on any financial  statement even under some euphanism such as "client services" or whether it was just deposited into the private bank account of someone like the cEO Thomas Bacon.  That kind of information would require hacking into their corporate HQ back on Earth, so she would have to leave it as idle speculation for now.

Nancy then checked on the work of the science party as so far it seemed like it had to be the reason for her mission.  They were three days from the closest point to the nebula where they would view the light show and then a leisurely month cruise back to Earth, dropping off passengers at several stops along the way.  The head of the science team, a Dr. Takahiru Yomoshi, had sent a memo to the captain saying everything was proceeding fine with their setup work and anticipated no problems.  well, it seemed that all she could do was to keep monitoring things and hope she could figure out what the hell she was supposed to accomplish.

* * *

An hour after supper, Nancy got a message from Veera to report to the captain's cabin.  Nancy grimaced.  Apparently Captain Winston Primrose was not wanting to wait any longer for one of his "freebies", or maybe the captain didn't want to take a chance on getting sloppy seconds.

Captain Primrose was a big man and probably had been athletic and good looking in his younger days.  Now at 61, he was mostly bald and had a paunch from lining up too many times for seconds at the buffet table.  He gave Nancy a keen appraisal which reminded Nancy acutely of a rancher evaluating a prize piece of livestock rather than one human being looking at another.

"Very nice," said the captain as he walked around Nancy and stopped to run his hand over her ass.  "Veera said she had found someone special and by god, she was right."

Nancy didn't say anything.  She didn't think that prized animals normally talked back to their owners.

"Well enough dilly dallying," said Primrose.  ""let's get you out of those clothes and into bed.  If you perform half as good as you look, this might just take my mind off other things."

That seemed to be an order to disrobe, so Nancy slipped off her dress and left it on the floor as she moved towards the bed in the sheer bra and panties that Veera had picked out for her.  The captain was a step behind her and she could feel his gaze hot on her mostly naked body.  When Nancy got onto the bed and began to remove her bra, Primrose was already pulling his own clothes off.

"Damn, those are big fucking tits," said the captain as he undid his belt and Nancy slid her panties off.

A few seconds later, the captain had divested himself of the rest of his clothes and was on top of Nancy with his large hands kneading and squeezing her breasts and Nancy could feel his cock hardening as it rubbed on her upper thigh.  The captain seemed mesmorized by Nancy's large breasts and spent some time tweaking and pinching the large pink nipples while his dick began to dribble precum on the blonde's leg.

Finally, apparently satisfied with his mammary manipulations, Captain Primrose gave a grunt and letting go of her boobs, he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart and draped them over his shoulders as he positioned his fat five inch cock at the entrance to her pussy.  Without saying anything more, the captain slammed his cock home into the blonde and the look on his face reminded Nancy of a man who had been wandering in the desert for days and had just found an oasis.

"Oh fuck, I needed this," moaned Primrose as he began to thrust in and out of Nancy's pussy with increasing speed and fervour.  There was not a lot of technique or subtlety to the captain's love making, but there definitely had been an urgent unfullfilled need and Nancy doubted the man would last long.  Indeed after only a couple dozen thrusts of his cock in and out of her, Primrose was gasping and panting as he approached his climax.

Nancy had been sure he meant to cum inside her, but he surprised her by pulling out and aiming his cock at her tits as he gave a loud cry and started shooting a surprisingly large amount of his cock cream over her mounds.  When the captain had finished creaming her tits, he collapsed onto his back on the bed next to her, panting for breath.

After a while, the captain looked over at Nancy and suddenly made a face.  "Fuck, I really made a mess on your tits didn't I?  Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it," said Nancy.  "It is what I am here for afterall isn't it?.  I got the impression it had been a while for you," and the blonde dabbed her fingers in the large puddles of cum decorating her breasts.

Primrose grunted an agreement.  "A captain isn't supposed to fraternize with his crew you know.  Long naval tradition and all that rot, but my wife got tired of waiting for me to come home and she never wanted a life on ship. That was ten years ago when she left my stuff out on the lawn for me to find when I finally took a shore leave.  Since then, I have had to have my fun with the pretty girls like you that Veera finds for us."

"Actually, I thought I was part of your crew," said Nancy.

The captain sighed.  "I suppose technically you are, but it is different with you.  You are the ship er companion.  Oh fuck the euphanisms.  I should just be man enough to call a whore a whore so to speak," and he gave her a small smile to soften his words.  "I have to admit that I could never understand why women like you take on this kind of a profession.  I guess it is one way to get off planet and into space for someone like you."

Nancy hoped she managed to hide her surprise.  Did the captain actually think she had volunteered to be the ship whore and didn't know how Veera went about dragooning her sex workers?  Maybe because Veera was supplying him with what he needed since his wife left him, the man didn't enquire too keenly into exactly how it was provided.  Nancy felt a little sorrier for the man than when she had first come into his cabin, but his need still didn't excuse letting Veera get away with what she was doing.  He was still the captain and that made him ultimately responsible for everything that went on aboard his ship.  This, however, was all irrelevant to her mission, so back to being the naive colony girl.

"It must be real exciting though to be the captain of the ship carrying out this important scientific mission," gushed Nancy.

"More stressful than exciting," said Primrose.  "That was one reason I needed this session with you as much as I did."

"Oh, I hope nothing is going wrong with the work," exclaimed Nancy in a breathless tone.

No, everything is going fine so far.  It better damn well go well.  If something happens, they will want a scapegoat and the captain of the ship might make a good one.  I suppose if that happens, maybe I can find out if Darlene will take an old fool back."

"Oh gosh, do you think anything might go wrong?" babbled Nancy.

Primrose shook his head.  "Nah, I am just worrying about nothing.  Nobody can even get into the cargo area except the science team and bridge officers.  I will just be happier when the whole thing is done."  Then the captain laughed and gave Nancy a hard slap on her bare ass.  "Now you beter get moving and cleanup.  I suspect someone who looks like you is going to be in high demand for your services."

Nancy got dressed and left the cabin still trying to decide if Darlene had done the smart thing when she dumped Primrose.

* * *

Nancy thought glumly that the captain was probably right about the demand for her services, so she hurried back to her quarters and was in the middle of a shower when another crewwoman walked into the shower room and stood there staring at Nancy as she cleaned up in the communal and not at all private shower.

"So you are the new ship's whore," said the woman, a red haired woman who might charitably be called "chubby".  "What bunk are you in honey?  I might want to pay you a visit tonight," and she gave a lewd wink.

"Oh lay off Melissa," said a petite asian woman who had walked into the shower behind her.  "You know as well as I do how Veera operates.  The poor girl never knew a thing about her 'extra duties' until we were well out of port."

"Yeah, well I am tired of the whores using up all the hot water showering after every trick they turn," groused Melissa and she stomped off out of the shower room.

"Thanks for sticking up for me," said Nancy extending her hand to the asian woman.  "I am Nancy by the way."

"Emily Dickenson," replied the woman taking Nancy's hand.  "Yeah, yeah, a dumb name, but my folks were both professors of English Literature and they thought it was a cute thing to do.  Parents!"

Nancy's tablet beeped and the blonde stepped out from under the water to check it.  "Oh great.  Veera has got me another date.  I better get moving."

"One of these days, Veera is going to get what is coming to her," said Emily sympathetically.  "Maybe even the whole damn Shakespear Line too.  They have such a monopoly on the trade routes they can set their price as high as they like.  The galaxy would be better off if they were taken down a peg."

Nancy paused in drying herself to glance over at Emily.  "Aren't you worried about that kind of talk getting back to the captain and getting yu fired?  I mean, you don't even know me.  I could be a company snitch."

"Nah, that is Melissa's job," laughed Emily.  "And no, I'm not worried.  I am working as a med tech on this cruise, but I just graduated medical school and start my residency in three months.  I took this gig to do a little travelling and get paid for it.  A pittance mind you, but the nebula show will be a once in a lifetime experience."

"The captain told me he was worried about something going wrong with the experiment," said Nancy.  "Do you think anyone would try to sabotage it?"

"I can't think of any reason for anyone to want to," said Emily thoughtfully.  "I sure havent heard anyone in the crew grousing about it."

* * *

Nancy's second trick of the night was Cabin 19 and one Priscilla Young, a tall brunette who was the CEO of Young Communications, one of the galaxy's largest suppliers of communications equipment.

"Oh god,those tits look so yummy," said Priscilla as she watched Nancy undress while she lounged on the bed with a bathrobe as her only object of clothing.  Nancy finished undressing and moved towards the bed, but Priscilla held up her hand to stop her.  "First I want to see you play with your boobs.  Give me a good show and I might even pay you a bonus."

Yippee, thought Nancy but kept smiling and began to run her hands over her breasts, caressing them and squeezing them.  Priscilla's eyes were fixed on the blonde as she lifted first one boob and then the other to her mouth and sucked and licked at her nipples until they were hard.  "Oh fuck yes, that is so hot," moaned Priscilla as she slid a hand into her robe and began to rub her clit.  The brunette reached under her pillow with the other hand and tossed Nancy a large purple dildo.  "There you go honey.  Now fuck yourself with it."

The woman was obviously really into watching, thought Nancy as she caught the ten inch rubber and plastic fake cock.  With one hand, Nancy parted her outer lips and with the other she began to slip the dildo into herself.  Damn, it was thick and had all these ridges and bumps on it for your masturbating pleasure and Nancy couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure as it slid into her cunt.

"I want to see you get it all inside you," panted Priscilla as her robe came open to display her 34C breasts and a wild thatch of pubic hair on her mound.  Her hand continued to work at her clit as she watched Nancy push the fake cock into her twat inch by inch until it was all inside her.

Pump it in and out now," demanded Priscilla and the blonde began to piston the dildo in and out of her pussy.  "Faster," moaned Priscilla.  "Fuck yourself harder slut."  Nancy grasped the end of the dildo firmly and began to pick up the pace, her hand becoming a blur of motion as she drove the fake cock in and out and she felt her orgasm start to build.

Priscilla was now rubbing herself furiously as she watched Nancy fuck herself with the dildo.  "Cum for me now slut.  Pour your juices all over that nasty thing."

There was nothing for it, but to do as she was told and Nancy let herself go and moaned loudly as she came, coating the dildo with her juices as she continued to slide it in and out with a lewd moist sound.

"Now stick it in your mouth and lick it clean," demanded the woman.  Again there was nothing for it but to do as she was told and Nancy pulled the now glistening purple dildo from her pussy with an accompanying sucking noise.  Nancy brought it up to her mouth and teased the tip with her tongue while Priscilla looked on raptly from the bed.

"Shove it all in your mouth," moaned Priscilla.  "I want to see every inch in your mouth.  Deep throat that thing and taste yourself on it."

Now turning sword swallower, Nancy tilted her head back slightly to clear the path down her throat andbegan to push the purple fake penis deeper into her mouth until it slipped into her throat and only the last finger width remained outside her lips.
  Nancy closed her lips tight about the dildo and then slowly pulled it out of her mouthlike she was sucking on a popsicle  to display to Priscilla that it had been licked totally clean of her own pussy juices.

"Lay down on the floor," gasped Priscilla and she got off the bed and moved to stand over the blonde, still rubbing her clit frantically.  Then the brunette gave her own loud cry and she began to squirt out her own juices all over Nancy's face and chest.  The dark haired woman came like someone had hit an old fashioned oil well and it gushed all over the blonde, soaking her.

* * *

Nancy barely had time for another shower when she got a call out to Cabin 8.  The Retazoids were evolved from creatures similar to Earths reptiles and their skin was covered with a soft coating of fine scales.  So were their cocks as Nancy found out.

"Anal sex is considered one of the greatest taboos on my planet," said Ssligar  "The only time I can practice my passion for it is on trips like this.  A female Retazoid would never voluntarily consent to be used in such a depraved and obscene manner, but thankfully you human whores do it so eagerly."

Nancy didn't think it was worth the effort trying to disabuse the Retazoid of this notion, so she simply got naked and got on her hands and knees on the bed with her ass in the air.  Ssligar ran his hands over her ass loveingly before beginning to push his scaled cock into her anus.  It turned out that the scales on a Retazoid coc produced a superb lubricant and the eight inch piece of meat slid in easily up to the hilt.

"Ah there is nothing like a tight human ass," moaned Ssligar and he grabbed Nancy's hips and began to thrust in and out with increasing speed and force.  As the reptilian fucked Nancy, his mouth opened and a long thin lizardlike tongue extended and curled around in front of the blonde and flicked over her breasts.  Ssligar's dexterity with his tongue was such that he actually could curl it right around one of the blonde's nipples and squeeze it gently as a human might do with his or her fingers.

Still lapping at Nancys tits, Ssligar continued to increase the pace with which he was ramming his scaled cock into Nancy's ass until he finally began to pump an unusually cool jet of liquid into the blonde's ass.  When the Retazoid slipped his cock out of Nancy's rear, the cum now slightly warmed by the heat of Nancy's body dribbled onto the sheets.

"Please lick it up my girl," said the alien.  "To Retazoids, our bodily fluids are sacred and cannot be left to spoil on the bed linens."  Having sex with aliens was always a learning experience thought Nancy as she dipped her head and began to lap up the alien seed from the silk sheets.  Retazoid semen was rather lumpy she discovered and Nancy did her best not to think too much about it as she licked and swallowed until the sheets were totally clean.

"It is also imperative in our culture that both parties must be sexualy satisfied for the maintenance of balance and harmony," said Ssligar when he saw Nancy was done.  "Please lay on your back and spread your legs so that I might return the pleasure."    When Nancy had taken up the proscribed position, that long reptilian tongue flickered out again and ran gently over Nancy's pussy.  The effect was electric and the operative didn't have to fake the moan of pleasure that issued from her lips.  Her moaning got even louder when the tongue pushed between her folds and began to probe deeper into her pussy.

The long flexible tongue slithered and licked Nancy's inner walls and the blonde found herself writhing on the bed in estacy as her pleasure grew and grew towards and inevitable climax.  Eyes rolling back in her head, Nancy clutched at her boobs and screamed as she began to squirt, her juices shooting into the air a good foot before pattering back down on her stomach and thighs in a warm rain of liquid.  The Retazoid apparently considered her bodily fluids to be as sacred as his own as he began to lap them up from wherever they fell until Nancy was totally cleaned.

"A most enjoyable exchange of pleasure," said Ssligar as he lay beside Nancy on the bed, gently caressing her body with those soft scaled fingers.

"Most enjoyable," agreed Nancy.

* * *

After that there was only one more trick that night.  The paunchy human businessman in Cabin 29 wanted a blowjob before retiring.  He grabbed the back of Nancy's head and pulled her mouth all the way down on his seven inch dick until his sweaty balls were banging on her chin and held her there.

"Lick my balls bitch.  Use your tongue on them."  Feeling like she was being smothered, Nancy did as she was told and began to slide her tongue energetically over the man's scrotum.  "Oh fuck yes, just like that."  He held Nancy's mouth in place for nearly five minutes while she tongue bathed his nuts and finally he shot his load down her throat, telling her not to miss a drop.

* * *

In the morning before starting her shift, Veera had called Nancy into her office and bent her over her desk and fucked her with her light blue clit.  Apparently the woman had not been kidding when she said she meant to sample Nancy's goods every day of the cruise.  After the Anadorian had creamed in Nancy's pussy, she sent the blonde out to do her rounds with her spunk still dribbling down her legs and without her panties.  That had rather disgusted Nancy as being not only crude but unhygenic.  Luckly not even Roger was in Cabin 1 and the blonde was able to clean herself up before doing anything else.

Nancy was just leaving Cabin 12 when she heard the intercom suddenly blare a "Code Red" in the cargo area.  That was the long standing code for a fire and on a ship in space there was no friendly fire department to come to the rescue.  The only good thing about a fire in space was that you could always put it out by evacuating the compartment to vacuum and deprive the fire of all oxygen to put it out.  That, however, would not be a good thing for any people or equipment in that compartment.  In this case, a fire in the cargo area might scuttle the upcoming scientific observations of the nebula.

Nancy finished two more rooms before she got a call from Veera to leave off her room cleaning and take her cart down to cargo.  The fire was out and it had not been serious, but they needed someone to supervise the bots as they cleaned up the damage.  Veera provided an override code for the lifts to bypass security and allow her in.

When  Nancy arrived, Captain Primrose was there talking to a couple of engineers.  He saw Nancy and at least gave her a slight nod of acknowledgement before returning to his conversation with them.  Emily was just leaving the area and shook her head when Nancy asked if anyone had been hurt.  She had merely been called as a precaution.

The fire had apparently been in a power relay box Nancy found out by discreetly listening to the captain and the engineers talking.  The relay box had been replaced but there was some smoke and burn damage on the metal walls and decking.  The bots were working on it,but this was something out of their normal profile and they were not being terribly effective.  Nancy pulled out some gloves and some heavy duty cleaners and got down on her hands and knees to scrub at the stains.  She suddenly heard a gasp from behind her and looked over her shoulder.  Fuck, she had forgotten about Veera keeping her panties, miniscule as they were and in her bent over position she had been flashing her pussy to the captain and the engineers.  It had been one of the latter who had gasped.  After a few seconds, Captain Primrose apparently decided the show was distracting his engineers and he guided them away, much to their disappointment.

Nancy went back to work cleaning, but stopped and frowned when she found a blob of yellow viscous liquid on the floor.  That certainly did not look like any fire suppression foam or any of her cleaning materials.  Nancy was also certain that the solid state power relay box didn't contain anythhinglike it either.  There was no one watching her now, so the blonde found a small plastic bag in her cart and carefully scooped up some of the liquid before going back to her cleaning.  When she was done, Nancy called Veera to report that the job was done, but that some of the paint would require touching up which was not her department.

* * *

Nancy returned to her regular cleaning work on the passenger deck, getting into the lift at the same time as Walter and Amy Mason who were just returning from lunch.  They had stopped at the ship store and picked up some small gifts for their friends back home using some of the credit chips Nancy had given them.  "I got my sister a model of the nebula that lights up just like the real thing," giggled Amy.  "It looks a bit naughty, but I am sure she will love it."

"She will probably like it because it looks naughty," said Nancy with a wink and Walter rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear this.

They were just starting down the corridor when a familiar voice called out.  "There you are whore, I just made an appointment for you later today."

Nancy turned around and saw Roger Bacon standing in the doorway to Cabin 1 smirking at her.  Well, it seems her little pep talk to him had not exactly taken hold had it, she thought.

Walter was now glaring at the younger man.  "That is no way to talk to a lady sir," he said coldly.

"Fuck off Farmer Brown," sneered Roger.  "That's no lady, she is a fuckingwhore.  I ought to know since I just booked a time to fuck her cunt."

Walter flushed and actually made a fist and started toward Roger before Nancy caught his arm and dragged him down the hall towards his cabin.  "I appreciate the chivalry Walter, but it isn't needed and that guy coud be a whole world of trouble for you and Amy.  His folks, among other things, own this entire bloody ship."

"That doesn't give him the right to talk to you like that," protested Amy as Nancy hustled the young couple into their cabin.

"No it doesn't," agreed Nancy, "but he was right about the whore part.  I don't want you getting into trouble on my account and it is a long story, but I didn't find out until we got underway that whoring was part of my job description.  Roger was extremely crude, but factually correct, so punching his lights out would do nothing but get you in bigtrouble."

Walter and amy gaped at Nancy as if she had grown a second head which made the blonde feel uncomfortable, more so than Roger's words had done which seemed odd to her.  Suddenly Nancy wanted to be somewhere else and she turned to leave without saying anything more.

Amy reached out and touched Nancy's arm before she could reach the door.  "I'm sorry Nancy, that was rude of us.  You were nice to us when no one else even seemed to care if we existed and then we react like that.  We don't have the right to judge you for what you do. when we don't know the whole story and the reasons behind it."

"Amy is right Nancy," said Walter forcing himself to meet her eyes.  "No matter what you do, we still consider you a friend."

Nancy gave them both a weak smile of thanks.  There were times she thought when she got too involved and caught up in her missions and didn't appreciate the good people she met along the way.  The trouble was that she knew she would always soon be leaving them behind as she moved on to the next mission and the one after that.  "Ok, I have to get back to my work, my cleaning work that is and I will see you a bit later.  I bet the bots shorted you on towels again."

* * *

When Nancy checked her messages, sure enough she had an appointment with Roger Bacon for later that day, about the time she should be done her cleaning shift.  To add insult to injury, since he was the son of the Shakespear Line CEO, it was another "freebie".  Oh well, at least Veera wasn't going to make any money off it either.

Roger's parents were out when Nancy reported to Cabin 1 and Roger welcomed her inside with a leer on his face.  "I have something special in mind for you," he said, "to make up for what you did last time.  I am sure you are going to love it."

Nancy said nothing which seemed to annoy Roger, but he finally gave a shrug.  He looked around the sitting room and then back to Nancy. "Take your clothes off out here.  ThenLeave them on the floor and crawl after me on hands and knees into my room."

Nancy didn't give him the satisfaction of protesting, but simply started to strip off her clothes under his hungry gaze.  He snickered when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties.  "Looks like you came ready for action," he said and laughed.  Roger then moved to his bedroom door and Nancy got down on her hands and knees as ordered and crawled after him with her large boobs nearly brushing the floor.

When she got into the bedroom, she saw what he had meant by "special" as his bed was now outfitted with silken ropes at each corner for use as restraints.  It was at that point that Nancy cursed her own restraint for not crushing his balls to jelly the last time.

"Lie down on your stomach on the bed whore," ordered Roger.

Nancy shrugged and did as she was told with her face pressed into the pillow and her boobs pushed into the soft satin sheets.  Roger quickly and efficiently tied her wrists and ankles to the bed with the silk ropes.  Nancy was not terribly worried about being tied up as she was sure given a few seconds of concentration that she could easily slip the restraints.  Hell, for that matter she could probably just rip the soft ropes from the bed if she had to.  Real chains she supposed were just a little too heavy and bulky for carry on luggage.

"You were a bad girl last time," said Roger, kneeling on the bed beside her.  "Bad girls need to be spanked.  What do you think of that?  Do you think you should have been nicer to me now?"

Nancy debated whether to say something back, but decided to just remain silent.  This lack of reaction seemed to anger Roger.  He had probably expected her to cry and beg him not to do it.  The young man raised his hand and brought it down hard on Nancy's round ass.  The blonde winced a bit, but didn't cry out.  While the spanking hurt like a bitch, her healing factor could easily handle it and she made a bet with herself that Roger's hand was going to be sorer than her ass if he kept going.

Nancy was slightly impressed with Roger's stubborness as he slapped her ass as hard as he could 23 times before he had to stop and kneel there holding his wrist with the other hand.  "Fuckingbitch," he finally snarled when feeling returned to his hand.  "You think you are so fucking superior do you?"  He didn't wait for an answer but pulled off his clothes and positioned himself behind her.  "Let's see how you like it up the ass with no lube."

Well that would probably hurt quite a bit thought Nancy.  Good thing I was expecting something like that and lubed my ass up good before coming here.  I must have squirted half a bottle of lube up my ass, so I am surprised he doesn't see it dribbling out.  The blonde gave a small grunt as she felt Roger push his cock into her ass and start forcing it deeper.  Let's see, what can I think about while this idiot pounds my ass?  Perhaps a review of the periodic table would be in order.

Nancy closed her eyes and started with Hydrogen.  Atomic number 1.  Atomic mass 1.0008.  Symbol H.  She had got up to Lead while Roger pounded his cock in and out of her ass with as much vicious force as he could manage before he finally blasted a load of his seed into her.  He pulled out of her and glared down at his cum dribbling from her ass.  He went to give her another hard spank but winced and stopped himself.

"I think I will just leave you tied up like that all night," snapped Roger.  "I want to see how many times I can fuck you in one night."

At that moment, the bedroom door slid open and Roger's mother stood there holding Nancy's clothes in her hand as if handling something toxic. "If you are done with the whore Roger, you can join us for supper."  The woman gave Nancy a cold look.  "I do hope you haven't given my boy anything nasty."  With that, she dropped Nancys clothes on the floor and left without looking back.

Nancy slipped out of the restraints with long ease of practice and picked up her clothes and got dressed while Roger was still standing there dumbfounded.  "You only booked an hour and I am sure Veera has other appointments booked," said Nancy as she exited the bedroom.  Mr. and Mrs. Bacon were in the sitting room and glared at Nancy as she exited the bedroom and  went to the main cabin door.  Apparently they didn't mind getting the profits from her whoring, but actually having to meet the whore was not something they liked.  

* * *

Nancy didn't have another appointment for an hour, so she had yet another quick shower to freshen up and got a quick bite to eat.  She remembered than about the yellow liquid sample and pulled it out of her pocket.  The blonde operative took out her tablet and looking around the room to make sure she was unobserved used the tablet's scanners to analyze the sample.

Blood?  Nancy stared at the readout on her tablet.  Was the damn thing malfunctioning?  Human blood was red, not yellow.  There were a few alien species like the fictional Vulcans who had green blood based on copper instead of iron, but Nancy didn't know of any species with yellow blood.  Apparently her tablet didn't know of any either.  It concluded the substance was blood based on its chemical composition and the nature of the cells present in the sample which were analogs of human red blood cells, but there was no known species in the galaxy that matched this sample.

 Nancy was still trying to figure out what this all meant when she pressed the admittance button for Cabin 42 which turned out to belong to a middle aged stock broker from Earth who wanted a titty fuck.  Nancy was rather surprised when she had stripped off her clothes and laid down on her back on the bed to find the unassuming looking man had a substantial ten inches of cock between his legs.

Hans Norbert straddled her chest and sliped his large pole into the deep valley between her boobs and Nancy pushed her girls tight around the hot throbbing cock.  Looking down, Nancy could see the bulbous head dribbling precum on her tits slide up towards her face and the tip would just rub over her lips as the balls smacked into the underside of her boobs.  The channel between Nancy's tits became slicker with a mixture of sweat and precum and Norbert began to move his cock faster and faster while Nancy flicked out her tongue to lick the tip of his cock on each upthrust.  The thick cock was on the upstroke and just an inch from her chin when it exploded with a large rope of cum hitting Nancy in the forehead and up into her hair.  The second blast left a streamer of jizz running from the bridge of her nose down across her lips to her chin.  A third mighty blast made Nancy quickly close her eyes to avoid that nasty stinging from cum in the eye.  When Norbert finished, he quickly grabbed his holo camera to snap some pictures of his handiwork. as a memento.  He said it was the best face painting he had ever done and said he would be adding a bonus to her fee.  Oh well, I will get a quarter of that bonus, thought Nancy as she wiped the cum from her face in his bathroom before leaving.

After a couple more fairly routine appointments in Cabins 3 and 10 for normal good old fashioned fuckings, Nancy made it back to her bunk and the privacy to do a little more research into her real job.  Holding down what was essentially three jobs at the same time was starting to get a little tiring, even for someone with Nancy's enhanced constitution.  Perhaps that was why she almost missed seeing it.

Using her tablet, Nancy hacked back into ship security and read the report on the fire in the cargo area.  The engineers had concluded it was an accident which Nancy couldn't agree with.  The blonde checked the maintenance records on the power relay that had caught fire and it had received regular inspections with no sign of a failing component that the engineers had concluded was the problem.  Nancy didn't think the engineers were covering anything up, but they just didn't seem able to believe anyone would be stupid enough to sabotage the power relay and so concluded it must have been a failing component.  It had also been very lucky the fire had been detected early and quickly extinguished.  If it had spread to another relay or two, it probably would have destroyed everything in the cargo area before it could have been put out.  To Nancy, that smelled like sabotage.

The next thing Nancy hacked into was the security camera recordings from the cargo area.  Like the engineers, she checked the recording for a full ten hours before the fire and saw nothing suspicious.  The scientists and technicians were all over the place working on their equipment, but no one seemed to go even near the power relay let alone tamper with it.  Nancy kept watching the video as the fire started and people came running to put out the fire, but that was no help.  Nancy sat there trying to think while the video kept going after the fire was out.  She saw the captain and the engineers examining the site and even saw Emily arrive to make sure no one had been burned or inhaled smoke and needed treatment.  Then Nancy saw it.  Such a little thing that she had to replay that section of the video twice more to be sure.  The operative shut down the video and lay there thinking hard.  Well it did make some sense, but there was a huge piece of motive that was still missing.  All she could do now was to take some precautions and that involved a bit more hacking into the communications network on Lady McBeth.  With that done, Nancy turned off her tablet and tried to get some sleep.  Tomorrow looked like it would be another long day and the nebula light show was early the following day.

* * *

The next day didn't get off to a great start for Nancy.  There was the now all too familiar session with Veera in her office.  This time after Nancy had sucked the blue skinned woman's clit until it swelled to its full seven inch length, Veera had proclaimed a desire to fuck her up the ass with it this time.  Then just for the hell of it, with her clit fully sheathed inside Nancy's back door, the Andorian had produced a large vibrator and pushed it into Nancy's pussy with the thing buzzing at warp 10.  In the middle of this, several of the other people who reported to Veera had come by to make reports or get orders and Veera would ause her thrusting to talk to them while they smirked at the blonde or copped a feel of her boobs.

Things didn't get any better during her cleaning rounds.  It seemed the passenger in Cabin 15 had a little fantasy she wanted played out.  Marie Boivan was a well known holo actor, twice voted by the public as the sexiest woman in the galaxy.  Her little fantasy was to be surprised by the maid while in the shower and have the maid take advantage of her.

Accordingly, when Nancy pressed the admittance button for Cabin 15 and got no reply after two buzzes and went inside using her pass card, she heard the water running n the bathroom.  Nancy sighed and slipped into the bathroom to "catch" Marie naked in the shower.

"Would madam like some help washing her back?" asked Nancy giving the role her best attempt at a leer as she pulled the shower curtain aside.

Marie gave a little shriek of suprise and shock and tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.  "Oh!  You startled me.  No I am fine.  Now please clean the rest of the cabin while I finish showering."

"I don't think so madam," replied Nancy following the script and she slipped out of her dress while Marie continued to  cringe under the water.

"Wh, what are you doing?" protested Marie as she stared wide eyed at Nancy.  "Get away from me you bitch!"

Nancy didn't say anything, but removed her bra and panties, kicked off her shoes and stepped into the shower with Marie and pulled the curtain closed behind her.  The woman backed away from Nancy as far as she could in the limited space and looked fearfully at the intruder.  Damn, she is a good actress, thought Nancy as she reached out a hand and pulled the brunette towards her.  If I didn't know better, I would think she was really afraid.  I am glad I hacked Veera's computer to make sure this woman was the one paying for the show and that I wasn't being set up to do an actual rape.  Having been on the receiving end of more than a few of those on her missions, Nancy was not anxious to perform one from the other side.

While the water cascaded down over their naked bodies, Nancy gathered Marie into her grasp and began to kiss her.  Marie made a show of resisting at first but then gave in to the kiss which got steamier and steamier as tongues quickly got involved.

Breaking the kiss, Nancy reached down and began to rub Marie's pussy and clit while staring into the "frightened" woman's eyes.  Once she had the actress moaning with pleasure and desire, Nancy slipped two fingers into her wet slit and began to thrust them in and out with a steady rhythm while rubbing the dark haired woman's clit with her thumb.  "Madam doesn't seem to be protesting any more," said Nancy with her best sneer.

"No, no, please stop," begged Marie but she made no move to try and escape the fingers sliding in and out of her cunt and after a few minutes of this, her back arched and a strangled scream of estacy escaped her lips as she came.  When Nancy pulled her fingers from the woman's pussy and held them up to Marie's mouth, she sucked them clean without another word from Nancy.

"Now madam will get me off," said Nancy and pushed on Marie's shoulders until the actress was kneeling in front of her.

"Oh no, I couldn't," cried Marie looking up from Nancy's pussy into her blue eyes.  "I, I have never done it to another woman.  It is not right.  I couldn't."

Damn, the woman was a good actress thought Nancy once more as she followed her script and pulled the brunette's head into her pussy.  "Well madam is going to have to learn to lick pussy and like it or madam will be very sorry," commanded Nancy putting just the right degree of menace into her voice.  I think I am channelling Veera, thought Nancy a bit sourly.

There was a whimper from Marie, but a few seconds later there was the lap of her tongue on Nancy's pussy lips.  Nancy clutched the woman's head tighter to her and there was another lick and then another.  "Madam is doing a very good job," said Nancy running her hands through the long wet hair of the woman kneeling in front of her.  "You see it is not so bad.  Perhaps you even like the taste, no?"

There was another whimper from Marie, more muffled this time, but that was followed by more energetic licking and then the tongue slipped between the  folds of Nancy's pussy lips and really began to lick enthusiastically .  The woman certainly had a talent for eating pussy thought Nancy who didn't have to fake the moans of pleasure that slipped from her lips.  Nancy spread her legs wider and closed her eyes, just letting the actress work on her cunt with her tongue and lips until a climax crashed over her and she started to squirt her honey all over the brunette's face.

Marie continued her licking for another minute or two before rising back to her feet and giving Nancy another passionate kiss on the lips.  "You were fantastic love," said the actress.  "You were worth every credit I paid for you.  I swear you could make a great actress if you ever wanted to.  It felt so damn real, I think I will climax every time I think about this for the next year."

* * * 

The rest of hercleaning rounds were uneventful and routine.  Since their cabin was the last one, Nancy spent a little time talking with Walter and Amy, who were very excited about the light show from the nebula that would happen the next day.  The passengers were to gather in the lounge to witnesss the show and Nancy had taken a couple of minutes to hack the reservation system and make sure the couple had good seats.  There might be a few CEOs and self important politicians wondering tomorrow how such lowly folk had scored such good seats which brought a smile to Nancy when she thought of their probable reaction.

With the nebula show happening early the next morning, there were only a couple of appointments for Nancy early in the evening as all the rich and famous people wanted to get a good night's sleep.  So far, Nancy had received no alerts from her preparations and she was starting to get a bit worried when a beep came from her tablet just after two in the morning.  Silently, Nancy rolled out of her bunk and slipped out the door of the dorm room.  Even if someone had seen her, by now they would just assume the whore was making another late night call on a client.

Nancy had been prepared to hack the security system for the cargo area to gain entry, but it turned out she didn't have to.  Veera was either too lazy or too imcompetent and had never bothered to recind the security override code she had given Nancy to help with the cleaning after the fire.
  Now, Nancy hovered in the shadows and watched a furtive figure making its way towards the scientific equipment.  The scanning was to be done by a probe that Lady McBeth would drop out of the cargo bay a few hours before the light show.  That probe would fly as close to the nebula as it could safely and use its specially designed and highly sensitive sensors to collect and transmit the data back to the rest of the equipment in the cargo bay.  It was towards the drone itself that the figure was approaching and Nancy was once more astounded by the total lack of security on this whole operation.  It really ground her beans as a professional to have to witness such ineptnesss.

Nancy waited until the figure was opening a panel on the probe and starting to put something inside before moving closer and clicking on her hand light.  "I suggest you freeze right there or I will have to shoot you," said Nancy calmly andd brandished the weapon in her other hand.  It was set to stun, but there was no point in telling the saboteur that was there?

There was a gasp from the figure who turned around blinking into the bright light that Nancy was shining on her face.

"No, you dont understand," said Emily Dickenson with a look of fear and panic in her eyes.  "I must do this or millions might die."

Nancy blinked in surprise at those words, but gestured with her weapon for Emily to move away from the probe which the medic did with obvious reluctance.  Nancy had deduced who the saboteur was the day before, but the motive for it had been lacking.  From the looks of the woman's face, the fear was genuine though the source of that fear was not.  "It seems we have a problem," said Nancy.  "It looks like your mission is to sabatoge the experiment and my mission is to stop the sabotage.  While I have the weapon and the upper hand, I would still be interested in hearing your side of things."  Nancy glanced at her watch and noted the time.  "Let's go in the cargo officer's office over there and you can try and convince me you are right.  We have a little time before the scientists and technicians come down for the final prep and launch."

* * *

"You didnt seem surprised to see me, said Emily as she slumped into a chair in the small empty office.

"No, I wasn't," agreed Nancy.  She saw the question in the other woman's eyes and went on. "When they called me down to help clean up after the fire, I found a small blotch of blood.  It didn't match any type of blood from any species known to humans.  Later when I looked at the video, I saw you examining some of the damage and saw you cut your finger.  I imagine that with you working right in sicbay that you would have the ability to hide such an anomaly in your medical record so no one would suspect you.  I then had the computer monitor your movements by tracking your comm device and when it reported you heading for the cargo area, I was waiting for you."

Emily made a face.  "Such a small thing and now millions will die because of it.  Who are you?  Why are you doing this?"

"I think I should be asking those questions, but to save time I will answer them.  I was sent here as part of the security for the experiment," explained Nancy and that was true enough after a fashion.  She was quite sure now she had been sent to stop the sabotage since if the sabotage was supposed to happen for whatever reason, she would never have been dispatched at all and Emily could have accomplished her goal with apparent ease.

"Well you sure fooled me," admitted Emily.  "I never for a second suspected that anyone in security would pose as the ship whore.  No offence intended.  It was a fantastic cover."

Yes, wasn't it, thought Nancy and made a note to discuss how fantastic the experience had been with her employers when this mission was done.  But that was for the future.  "I don't understand though what yu are so afraid of.  The probe has no weapons and is only taking passive sensory readings.  I can't see how it can harm anyone."

"You don't understand," wailed Emily.  "As you figured out, I am not human.  I was genetically altered so I could assume a human shape when needed.  My people live on a planet in the nebula and the probe will find it."

"So?" asked Nancy.  "I admit that not everyone out here is good and pure, but no one is going to set out and conquer your planet.  Most of that crap died out centuries ago and I doubt one planet in the middle of an inhospitable nebula would interest anyone even if they were inclined towards conquest.  The worst you might expect is a lot of annoying people trying to sell you things you don't want."

Emily shuddered.  "That is what we arer afraid of in a sense.  My people are extremely xenophobic.  The vast majority don't actually believe there is any life in the universe but ours.  It is a central tenant of our religion and our entire belief system.  The mere knowledge of other life besides us will cause many to suicide and countless more wil die as a result of the chaos it will create in our society."

"How is it then that you are here if your people don't believe there is any other intelligent life outside of your planet?" asked Nancy.

Emily gave a mirthless little laugh.  "A small number of us know.  The nebula blocks almost all communications, but some of our scientists did pick up some of yur transmissions.  That discovery was kept very very secret to avoid the panic and chaos it would have created.  We even captured and studied a couple of the probes you sent into the nebula over the centuries.  Our tech base is roughly similar to yours, perhaps more advanced in some areas and not as advanced in others."

Nancy sighed.  "It sounds like both of our peoples would actually benefit from interaction."

"Perhaps, but my people are not ready for it.  My leaders sent me out ten of your Earth years ago.  They knew about the one hundred year cycle and that you were likely to mount some type of scientific study.  My mission was to prevent it from discovering us.  I almost succeeded with the fire in the power relay.  I had managed to hack into the engineering systems and cause an overload.  Failing in that, I was going to plant a small explosive device on the probe.  It would not be large, but it would disable the probe and no one would be hurt."

"I see," said Nancy as her mind raced. She was sure now she was here to make sure the experiment succeeded and that something important would come from it, but if Emily was telling the truth and Nancy judged she was, then a lot of people were going to suffer and die.  If only there was a way to accomplish both of their missions.  Hmm, perhaps there was a way.

"Look, we don't have much time and you probably have no reason to trust me, but if you do, then I think I can see a way to accomplish what we both want," said Nancy.

Emly looked up with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.  "I have spent ten years as an exile living out here.  Like my own people, I know there is both good and bad among you.  That was a strange lesson for me to learn.  I have learned a bit about telling the difference between people, about who I can trust.  I think you are one of those I can trust and there seems to be no other choice open to me at the moment except to trust you."

 "Well, this is going to be a big leap," admitted Nancy.  "I am security, not a scientist or engineer, so I don't know much about the probe and its sensors.  I do know, however, all that information has to be processed by computers.  I can hack into their computer and create a 'blind spot' in it.  If you give me the location of your planet, their sensors will tell them there is nothing there."

Emily gaped at Nancy for a few seconds and then gave her head a shake.  "A leap of faith indeed into the great unknown from the top of a high cliff.  You are asking me for the one piece of information I am most sworn to keep secret."

"I know," said Nancy quietly, "but I don't see any other solution.  It isn't even a perfect solution.  It will only delay things for another hundred years when they will probably carry out some new kind of study that might discover your planet."

"It might be enough," said Emily after a moment's thought.  "Even when I left, some of the young people were beginning to question our xenophobic attitudes.  Small things  in art and drama and music.  Given a hundred years, my planet might be ready to talk to the outside world, or at least not go totally insane when they find out we are not alone in the universe."

"Maybe you can help convince them when you go back," suggested Nancy.

Emily shook her head sadly.  "No, I cannot return.  I knew from the beginning that my mission was a one way trip.  All my friends and family think I am dead.  If I were to return, it might well trigger the disaster I am trying to avert."
"What will you do then?" asked Nancy.

"To be honest, exactly what I told you when we first met.  I did go to medical school, so I could get a job on this ship.  I will continue with my residency and practice medicine even though I will live out my life alone in exile."

* * *

It was just over a month later and Nancy was sitting in a hotel room in London on Earth.  With the information from Emily, Nancy had been able to patch the probe's computer, so it reported emty space where Emily's home planet was.  The change seemed to have gone unnoticed as the probe had produced reams of data about the nebula that would take the scientis several years to analyze and form theories.

Nancy had gotten to watch the light show with Walter and Amy who had invited her to sit with them at their first class table in the lounge.  The couple had been estatic then, though they had become more somber as the cruise neared its end.  Their prize had included a couple of weeks stay here on Earth at the end of the trip and then they were headed back to their struggling colony.  Amy had confessed that they were not sure the colony was going to make it and was worried where they would go and what they would do if it failed as many others had over the centuries when beset by natural disasters or simple lack of funding.

For her part, Nancy had left Lady McBeth less than an hour after it docked at Earth's primary space station and taken a shuttle down to earth.  She had been stuck on Lady McBeth and her cleaning and whoring jobs for the mnth after the light show.  It wouldn't have done for her to simply disappear while in space.  People might ask questions and look into things she didn't want examined.  Currently, she was awaiting reassignment from her employers.  The message on her tablet said that "possible outcomes were still in flux" and that she should stand by for the moment, so she had engaged in a few little personal projects.

One reason for her quick departure from Lady McBeth had been courtesy of Emily.  The woman had told Nancy about a certain tradition regarding the ship whore which had come to her via a giggling Melissa.  Apparently Veera would get the whore drunk on the night the ship made port at the end of the cruise.  The drunk whore would then be tied to a bed in a totally dark room and all the crew who could not afford her services even with the employee discount got a turn with her.  Everything was done in total darknesss so no one could be identified and charged in the unlikely event the whore made a complaint.

Sure enough the night Lady McBeth was due to reach Earth, Veera had suddenly become very friendly and wanted to treat Nancy to a night out to compensate her for being 'such a good sport.  This was after Veera had fucked Nancy everyday for the previous month and treated her like....well a whore.

The only problem with Veera's plan was that Nancy's body metabolized alcohol so efficiently that it had zero effect on her.  Nancy found all alcohol to taste horrible, but had sat with Veera and quite literally drank the blue skinned womanunder the table.  Nancy had then carried the unconscious Veera to the cabin intended for the gang bang, stripped her, gagged her, tied her to the bed with those silk ropes she "borrowed" from Roger Bacon and turned the lights out.  Nancy suspected Veera had a very long night.  Of course she was totally hairless  and while Nancy had a shaved pussy, the lack of any hair on her head might be noticed.  Nancy doubted it though since by tradition, most of the crew banging her would probably be so drunk they wouldn't have noticed if they were fucking a blow up doll as long as it had a hole to shove a dick in.

As for her personal projects, they seemed to be delivering results.  It seems someone had hacked into the Shakespear Line computers and that miscreant had sent a whole bundle of information to all the major news outlets on Earth and that information was already heading outward bound to the rest of the galaxy.  It contained quite explicit details about the prostitution rings the ships were running and how the liner's corporate officers were personally benefiting from them.  There had also been a number of other questionable little business practices such as violations of monopoly laws which had come to light.

The comm unit on the desk buzzed and Nancy reached over to accept an incoming call.  She smiled at the screen when she saw it was Walter and Amy.

"We are just calling to say good bye," said Walter.  "We are leaving tonight to go back to Newton and we both wanted to say how glad we were to meet you and if you ever get out to Newton, to please know you have a place to stay."

"Tonight" asked Nancy.  "I thought you had another week or so on Earth before you could get a connection back to Newton?"

"That was the plan," agreed Amy.  "But we got some really great news.  Someone, who doesn't want to be identified, has donated a whole freighter's cargo to the colony.  It includes things like seeds, fertilizer, medical equipment, communications gear....you name it.  I think it will be enough to help the colony get through its troubles and have a fighting chance.  The freighter is ready to go and they have room to take us.  It won't be as nice as the cabin on Lady McBeth, but we don't care.  We are going home!"

"That is really great news," beamed Nancy.  "I don't know if I will ever get to Newton, but if I do, I will be sure to look you up."

Walter nodded and went to break the connection, but paused and gave Nancy an odd look.  "You don't happen to know who it was that donated all that equipment to us do you by any chance?"

"Me?" asked Nancy raising an eyebrow.  "I am just a simple cleaning lady and whore."

"And I am Count Dracula and Amy is Cleopatra,  Thanks for everything Nancy." said Walter and closed the connection.

People were so suspicious, thought Nancy giving her head a shake.  How could anyone possibly think she had transferred all the funds from the bank account used to hold the revenue for all the prostitution rings on the Shakespear Line ships to a numbered account which in turn had bought a freighter's worth of goods a struggling colony could use.  Simply shocking.

That night after supper, the admittance chime rang at Nancy's hotel door.  Nancy had not been expecting company and opened it cautiously to find Emily standing there.

"I am off to Boston tomorrow to start my residency," said Emily as she stepped into the room at Nancy's invitation.  "I came to say good bye and to thank you again."

"It seems like a day for good byes," said Nancy feeling a little sad.  "I hope things turn out well for you."

"I should be ok, if maybe a little lonely without anyone else from my planet to talk to or well do other things," said Emily with a wry grin.

"Ah, no sex?" asked Nancy.

Emily blushed a little which now that Nancy knew what to look for was more a yellow tinge.  "I am afraid not.  I look pretty human and can pass for one if no one really looks too close, but I am afraid my genitailia is not at all compatible with humans and I don't think anyone is going to be interested in my natural form"

Oh, I didn't realize you could shape shift back," said Nancy.

"I am not a true shape shifter in that I can only assume this human form and my natural one.  I do switch back to my natural form when I am sure I have total privacy.  It is much more relaxing, but it would I suspect rather scare any human who saw it."

Nancy shrugged.  "I have seen a lot of things in my travels.  I would be curious to see what you look like naturally."

"Really?" asked Emily dubiously.  "It is pretty gross by human standards."

"I think I can take it," replied Nancy with a smile.

"Ok, but remember you asked for it and no screaming," answered Emily and she closed her eyes in concentration for a few seconds.  As Nancy watched, her body seemed to shimmer and start to dissolve.  When she was done, there was one of the more unusual aliens that Nancy had ever seen standing there.  Well, maybe standing was not quite the correct verb.

It was about five feet high and the closest analog Nancy could come up with was an octopus though there were a lot more than eight tentacles.  Nancy lost count after she hit 19 as they were in constant motion, weaving about in the air.   The creature, or Emily, Nancy mentally ammended was mostly pruple with splashes of yellow along the tentacles and on the central body mass. There also seemed to be six green spots that might be eyes and a large slit for a mouth with no visible nose or ears.

"Gross huh?" said Emily and Nancy was surprised that the voice coming from the alien sounded exactly the same as it had from the human looking woman.  Apparently in some freak of evolution, the vocal cords were totally compatible.

"Oh absolutely gross," agreed Nancy.  "I am shakingwith fright and too scared to even run away."

The purple and yellow creature suddenly stuck a huge bright red tongue out of its mouth at the blonde.  "Yeah, yeah, and this gesture means the same thing for my people and humans."  Emily then gave Nancy a very credible raspberry.  "So, do you see any humans wanting to hop in the sack and do the nasty with this form?"

Nancy shrugged.  "I would."

The six green eyes stared at her.  "Yeah right, of course you would," said Emily sarcastically.

Nancy began to unbutton her blouse.  "I said I would and since my tour is done with Lady McBeth, I won't even charge you."

Nancy removed the blouse and dropped it on the rug then unhooked her bra and let her 38F jugs fall free.  As Emily watched, Nancy removed her skirt and pulled down her panties to stand there naked.  The blonde then gave her ass a wiggle as she walked over to the bed and got on it, looking back at Emily.  "Sex must be a bit boring on your planet since you don't seem to have any clothes to take off."

Emily hesitated, waving her tentacles around in the air uncertainly.  "Well, we have all these tentacles to do things with.  It kind of makes up for it I think," and Emily sort of slither walked over to the bed and crawled onto it.  Emily slid on top of Nancy and wrapped a number of her purple and yellow tentacles around the human's body rubbing it gently.  "You sure about this Nancy?"

"Yep," affirmed the blonde operative.  "For the record, what you are doing feels quite nice or at least my nipples and pussy seem to think so."  Both Emily and Nancy regarded the blonde's erect nipples and the wetness gleaming on her pussy lips.

"I think you might be a stranger creature than I am," gigled Emily as she began to gently insert a tentacle into Nancy's pussy and another into her ass after squirting a bit of warm liquid into each.

"I cant imagine why you would say a thing like that," purred Nancy as she tilted her head up and pressed her lips into Emily's mouth slit.  That giant red tongue slid out again dwarfing Nancys and rubbed over it before taking a slurp that covered most of Nancy's face.  The tentacles in Nancys pussy and ass kept wiggling in further and several more of them rose up to stroke and gently squeeze Nancys large round melons.

"I should warn you," said Emily still pushing her tentacles in deeper and wiggling them around in a way that seemed to stimulate most distractedly, "that each of my tentacles is capable of acting as a male sexual organ independent of the others.  It will take me quite afew hours to satisfy all of them and I am afraid it will result in the secretion of a quite significant amount of semen."

"I've got nothing else planned for the night," replied Nancy as she opened her mouth and  lifted one of the tentacles to her lips and closed them about it.

"And I am afraid that my species is er quite energetic in our love making," moaned Emily as Nancy took two more of the tentacles in her hands and began to stroke them.

"I'm sure the bed will hold up," said Nancy in aslightly muffled voice as she sucked on the tentacle in her mouth.  "If it doesn't, we will call room service and have them send up another one."

"Oh well then, fuck it," gasped Emily and began to ram her tentacles hard and deep into Nancy's mouth, ass and pussy while two more slid through the blonde's clenched fingers and other slithered and stroked Nancy's boobs and pretty much every inch of naked skin.

Nancy decided Emily was right about the quantity of cum when the first set of tentacles went off with a bang and she felt jets of warm goo shooting into her pussy and ass a few seconds before the one in her mouth started blasting a thick stream of jizz down her throat.  Veera's cum ad tasted slightly like blueberries, but Nancy thought Emily tasted a bit minty and oh my there was a lot of it as it  began to backup and buble out of her nose.  That amount increased significantly when the ones in her hands and those playing with her tits also began to spray their warm loads over her body.

"Er, did I mention that each tentacle can cum several times before I get tired?" asked Emily as her six green eye spots regarded the cum drenched human on the bed under her.

"No, I don't think that came up in our discussion," replied Nancy as she concentrated and blew a large cum bubble   "We might have to leave a large tip for housekeeping and ask for more towels though."

* * * 

Nancy stood once more in her utilitarian grey walled room that she called home when not on a mission.  Her employers as always were talking to her mentally but were nowhere in sight and the blonde had never seen them.  Maybe they think they would gross me out like Emily did she wondered.

"Your mission was satisfactorly accomplished, said a male sounding voice in Nancy's mind.

"It would have been nice to know what that mission was without having to guess," pointed out Nancy.

"The lack of precision in your directives allowed you to both prevent the sabotage and preserve the world in the nebula," replied the voice calmly.  "Our calculations indicated this could only be done by you operating on your instincts."

"So you are not going to admit, you didnt know what needed to be done and just left me to figure things out for myself?" asked Nancy.

There was silence for a moment.  When it was broken, the voice was now female sounding.  "The information gleamed from the faster than light speed exhibited by the nebula when studied will result in significantly faster and more efficient transportation.  It is also highly probable that the nebula planet which is eventualy going to be called Ix by humans will have evolved socially in another hundred years and be able to survive first contact with other civilizations with minimum disruption."

"Sounds good," agreed Nancy.

There was another pause and a mental sound equivalent to a throat being cleared.  Now the voice had a neutral genderless quality to it.  "You still have a propensity for taking other actions that are not in your mission parameters," complained the voice.

"Oh?" said Nancy politely.

Yes," said the voice and was that a touch of sarcasm she heard?  "The scandal yu created will cause the Shakespear Line to lose its near monopoly on space travel.  A number of smaller companies and independents will take a significant portion of its market share."

"And is that bad?" asked Nancy innocently.

The voice sighed.  "No.  It will lower the cost of space travel an make it more affordable for more sentient beings.  That, however, is not the point.  You acted in an arbitrary manner when you released that information."

Nancy shrugged apologetically.  "Well, maybe next time you should read the fine print on my contract before you sign it for me."

"Indeed," said the voice.  "We must also point out that you significantly impacted the colony world Newton which will now become a thriving economic hub in that sector of space."

"Fancy that," said Nancy.  "Anything else I did wrong?"

The mental voice seemed to sigh again.  "We will not discuss the fact that one Emily Dickenson went on to become one of the most noted 'human' doctors of her time, creating several innovative treatments for disease.  While she never married, when she gave a graduation speech at Oxford when she was 93, she said it was the second best time she had ever had in England, but refused to divulge what the best time had been."

"
Nancy snickered.  "You should have seen the look on the poor maid's face thenext morning."

"I am sure it was most amusing," said the voice in a tone that could have dried up the Pacific Ocean.  "Now for your next mission...."

The End