“Another thousand if you make my wife cum,” James yelled from across the room.
“I’ll double that,” Bob shouted.
Ironically, famous sci-fi author Isaac Asimov responded to the women’s liberation movement by saying he wanted women to be free because he didn’t want to be charged.
Other voices joined in and the absurdity of newly married men spending several thousand dollars for an ex-beauty queen to get off a newly married woman in micro-gravity in front of millions of viewers only added to the fun.
James suspected that Daniela would have done it anyways, the way she flipped his wife over and dove in like a bomber. She certainly didn’t resist Jasmine as his wife pulled off her cute pink panties. Not even porn fans had seen two hotter women ever getting it on with more enthusiasm. The clip became a must have for every lesbian woman and straight man on the planet.
Jasmine came first. And second. And James could tell she was not faking it. That bitch had done this before, he realized, as their guide guided his wife to another orgasm. Jasmine finally broke off after her third time, to concentrate on giving back.
Jasmine latched herself onto Daniela’s pussy, but no longer in a 69, so Gina floated over and spread her legs for the cameras. A liter of Bob’s cum threatened to drip out of her.
“Want some more?” Gina asked Daniela.
“Oh, fuck yeah!”
Oddly enough, they drifted just out of reach of each other. James watched them claw at each other, grasping nothing but hot air, the scene looking increasingly bizarre: two hot naked women trying to have sex, but unable to close the distance. Bob came to the rescue, bumping his wife into the hottie, then positioning himself above them so Gina could suck him hard again.
Fuck! James told himself. I couldn’t do that.
The four of them looked like a twisty pretzel in front of an Imax image of the Earth. At the bottom, until they floated horizontally, Jasmine licked Daniela’s clit while finger fucking her — which every lesbian knows is a crutch. Daniela sucked Bob’s cum out of Gina’s pussy, while Gina bobbed up and down on her husband’s cock. Three other couples also had sex, but the cameras paid them no attention, until they swapped wives.
On the Internet, everyone referred to the Observation Deck as the Orgy Room.
CHAPTER 8
The two happiest couples laughed at each other in their space suits while crew members checked and rechecked. Any accident would be very bad for publicity. After the final okay, the crew shut the pressure door behind them. Bob, who adapted the best to micro-gravity, unlocked the outer door and stepped outside first.
The four of them stared out into space. The pale blue dot representing Earth could be covered with just a hand. On the lunar surface, Neil Armstrong famously blotted it out with just his thumb. Halfway there, cameras took pictures of them with the Moon in the background. This was, quite literally, the closest any of them would get to the Moon for at least another decade. It just looked so damn close.
“Let’s run up the hill and jump off on the count of three!”
They named the highest point on Ganymed “Little Chimbo” because that made for great publicity. The company spent more money than they budgeted to tunnel their way near the summit. The Ganymed surface sat half a kilometer below them.
Upwards they ran, or shuffled in their heavy suits, trying not to run into each other. The company spaced them ten meters apart, but needed to give them more cable than that to enjoy their newest attraction: cliff soaring.
The problem with the four Disney parks in Orlando was that they didn’t offer very many unique experiences. The Mission to Mars simulation at Epcot was one, the extreme car stunt show and Star Wars simulator at Hollywood Studios qualified, but lots of parks had log rides and roller coasters like Space and Splash Mountain. Universal Studios in Orlando did a better job creating unique attractions, from Spiderman 3D to Men in Black and the Harry Potter ride. SeaWorld had their animal shows and their Antarctica ride, which no one else had. But most of Disney’s shows, rides, and simulators were not unique.
What the Ganymed company did was exhaust the possibilities of unique experience. The observation deck to watch Earth was a no brainer. Anyone on a suborbital plane ride could get that. But no where on Earth could you fly off a cliff and not fall.
The four of them hopped as fast as they could or else remain stuck on Ganymed. On smaller asteroids it was possible to trip and not have enough gravity to keep you on the damn rock. Scientist said you could literally jump off either of the Martian moons because their gravity was so weak.
The company didn’t want anyone to fall off their rock, so a temperature-resistant cable secured them to Ganymed. And good thing because all four of them leaped off Cliff Chimbo, their hearts in their throats. But, instead of falling to their doom, they escaped Ganymed’s gravity. Technicians gave them enough room until they maxed out at one hundred meters from the mountaintop.
They didn’t float so much as felt Ganymed drag them. To stabilize its orbit, the company spun the rock on its axis, like a football. The spinning pinned the four tourists to the end of their cable. A football field doesn’t look so long from the seats, but that same distance looked terrifying from space.
They spun around a 32 kilometer wide asteroid as its ended its move towards the Moon and began circling back. It reminded James of kicking a ball in the air. Except the horrifying feeling that a tiny micro-meteor could kill them all.
Bob and Gina kept shouting in joy. They couldn’t get enough, so James waited, keeping the bile down because if he vomited into his faceplate, that shit had nowhere to go. And neither did he. So he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing because the faster you breathe, the slower time travels. Normally time passes one second at a time, but sometimes an event like losing your virginity passes all too quickly, while a moment like this lasts an eternity. Jasmine must have sensed something, so he put on a brave face until she told the crew to winch them in.
James had parachuted and bungee jumped before, but leaping off a cliff into empty space puckered his anus. Being thrown around an asteroid felt no worse than a slow line at the DMV, but the relief from being rolled in soothed his palpitating heart. Suddenly he became talkative again. All too soon they entered the chamber, depressurized, and the crew carefully removed their very expensive suits. The reality show people remote-controlled cameras, so Jasmine and Gina danced for them while overhead speakers blasted Ozzy’s Bark at the Moon. James was not even sure Jasmine knew who Ozzy Osborne was.
“Bobby, we gotta do that again!” Gina crowed.
“I can’t wait to do that when we get closest to Earth,” Bob agreed. “The crew says the tiny atmosphere we poke into feels like flying without a plane.”
“But we have to be in the capsule by then,” James said, bumming their buzz. “If you space jump into the atmosphere, you’ll be stuck here for another two weeks.”
“Can we stay another two weeks?” Gina wanted to know.
“They have a lot of people who have already put down deposits,” James informed them. “They’re booked solid until 2037.”
“What the fuck?” James had not seen Gina this pissed since her boyfriend in high school kept making excuses for marrying her. “We have to wait seven years before we can do this again?”
“There has to be a way,” Bob argued.
“I don’t speak for management. I’m just an investor, but they are contractually obligated to all those people. And any time there’s a cancellation, the next in line gets first dibs. Plus, the feedback from the reality show has been so positive that I hear the line is getting much longer as we speak. Paul says we may need another capital infusion to start the next hotel sooner to meet overwhelming demand. I’m afraid too many people have seen us have too much fun here.”