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Planet of the Bimbos

Novel By: Lacy Cornwall
Erotica



In a future where men are few and women plentiful, a communications blackout on the Saturn Colony leads four women to embark on a cruise to discover why.
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Submitted:Dec 30, 2012    Reads: 393    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


Planet of the Bimbos


Chapter One



"A crew of four?" Captain Yoko Tani asked in disbelief. "Whose idea was that?"

"Mine," Commodore Towers said as she walked to the window and stared at the surface of Mars, the silent red dunes stretching out before her eyes. "Are you opposed to the idea, Captain?"

"Normally, I'd be indifferent to it," Yoko admitted, looking at the printout of her orders. "If the Navy wants to spend a fortune sending four officers on a joyride to Titan, that's up the them and I'm happy to be one of the girls in the stolen car. I'm just surprised that Earth Gov's allowing it. According to this we're not even bringing along cargo. Won't the Navy get complaints over this? I mean, some whistle-blower in the Department of Redundancy Department will have an orgasm over this much waste."

Towers adjusted the Edwardian tie on her uniform and glanced at the reflection of the beautiful young Japanese woman standing behind her, wearing her full dress uniform. "Special dispensation for a special mission. It will just be you and a crew of three, hand-picked for the trip. You're to fly to the Titan colony and talk to Dr. Richards about her findings. She'll brief you."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with the news blackout from Saturn, would it?"

Towers smirked as she turned around. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Captain Tani. What 'news blackout'?"

"Riiiight," Yoko said, nodding. "Um, permission to speak freely, Commodore?"

"Granted."

"Why are you sending a small, unarmed ship there with only four women on board? I mean, I know that women far outnumber men, but males are generally more aggressive. Because if the rumors about the Ardeen Colony on Titan are true, the Navy should send a ship full of men to blast it to rubble. The colony's already a lost cause. That is, if the rumors are true."

"At the moment," Towers said, holding all of her cards close to her vest, "I can neither confirm nor deny any rumors about Saturn. You'll find a holodisk in the envelope containing your sealed orders, which you're to open only after your ship is out of Mars' gravitational pull. Play the holodisk as much as you'd like on your two-week trip. God knows you'll have time on your hands."



Captain Tani didn't get the option to choose her crew. When Towers said "hand-picked" she meant hand-picked by herself, not the Captain. It was a minor breach of protocol, but not something Yoko was going to raise too much of a stink over. She was sure Towers had her reasons.

Her first mate and navigator would be Heather Twelvetrees, a Native American woman and an able officer with whom Yoko had served before. Heather, like Yoko herself, had a genius IQ and was one of the most decorated women in the service. She was tall and thin, with jet-black hair, piercing brown eyes, and a beautiful face. Heather had been a track star at the Academy, and had maintained that sleek runner's frame, even at 32. She was well-liked, but known for her sarcastic wit.

The engineer would be Brenda "Brendy" Leeson, a beautiful, short black woman built, as Yoko's grandfather would have said, "like a brick shithouse". Her career record was checkered at best, with a number of incidents involving sexual harassment of the women serving under her. The only thing that had kept her from being chucked out of the service was that she too had a genius-level intellect.

The last person on the list shocked Yoko. It was Marla Jones, her old roommate at the Academy. They never really got along and when Marla was assigned to the Medical Corps, Yoko was thrilled with the idea that she'd never have to put up with Marla's prejudiced attitude again. Marla, like the other women, was also a genius.

The ship, the Iphis, was an old-style grav-rotator, which spun constantly while traveling, to maintain an artificial gravity within its confines. For a crew of four, the ship would feel like an office building. At one time, there had been a dozen of them in the fleet, but they were phased out as faster ships with the more realistic art-grav were designed and built. The Iphis had been retrofitted with the fastest engine available to get them to Saturn in two weeks, but still, the ship must have been a throw-away for this mission. That indicated that the Navy wanted to make sure it wasn't losing too much money if the ship never made it back. It was expendable and Yoko wondered if Naval Command felt the same way about the crew.

No one had heard a word from the Ardeen colony on Titan for over a month and the rumors were flying faster than a snowball in a schoolyard in winter. Some said that the whole colony was dead from some dangerous, contagious plague. Other said that African factions unhappy with Earth Gov had taken it over and killed the research team there. Another rumor was that the station had exploded and whoever did it was targeting Mars-Col next. The one theme in all of them was death, and Yoko wasn't holding out much hope of a smooth mission.

Yoko's last night on Mars was spent alone in her cabin, drinking. James was gone and she lived alone now. Worst of all, she had no one to blame but herself for that. He was a man, damn it! And men were much prized on Earth, let alone some place as far away as Mars-Col. Her friends all told her how lucky she was to have a real man to conceive a child with and she didn't have to pay a dime for him. Yoko had three sisters and they all had to use artificial sperm banks to have children. With James, she could have had a child with a real, live man, which gave her a greater chance of having a male child. But Yoko's "career first" attitude had pretty much torpedoed their relationship. When James walked out to go back to Earth, he'd left behind everything but a note.

Artificial sperm was developed to address the issue of fewer men. The problem with art-sperm was that it was made using female chromosomes. That meant an 85% probability that a male egg wouldn't fertilize, resulting in a vicious cycle. More women were forced to use it after being unable to find enough males, which led to more female babies who would grow up to find even fewer men in their generation. The female population soared as the males dwindled. Lesbianism was rampant and males so few that attraction to men was considered outside the norm. They were still prized as breeding stock, and a number of women married men without really being attracted to them. Heterosexuality was a fetish and Yoko had no doubt that James was back on Earth, in the wildlife of San Francisco, hustling his ass to kinky, horny businesswomen with the credits or the Euros to afford his strange, wanton services of male sex.

All of her life, Yoko had been called a freak more times than she could count. She wasn't attracted to women, and she couldn't help that. Men made her heart beat faster and she had been beautiful and charming enough to have had three boyfriends in her life. She didn't know many people who had even had one. Now she was going on what she increasingly suspected was a suicide mission to the farthest colony in the system and she'd probably never see her family again or even have a child.

Yoko thought of her first boyfriend, Reggie. She had really loved him, but she was a jealous woman and couldn't cope with Earth Gov's ridiculous law that required a virile male to have four wifes in hopes of more male children. That's why she was so excited to find James piloting a freighter between Earth and Mars-Col. They hit it off immediately and James quit his job to be Yoko's "kept man". The four-wife law didn't apply on Mars, and while she had never admitted, even to herself, that she loved James, she had him all to herself. At least until she screwed it up.

She finished off her last glass of synthohol and lied down in her bed, closing her eyes. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was of James.



"What do you think of him?" Heather Twelvetrees said as they strolled the spacious corridor of C-Deck on the Iphis. "Structurally, I mean. I've never served on one of these old buckets."

"He's a good ship," Yoko said, running a finger along the plastic-covered metal walls as they walked. "I was a junior engineer aboard The Britney Spears when I was fresh out of the Academy, and this ship is almost an exact copy. You'd be surprised how sound these older ships are. They can take a lot of punishment."

"I hope we can say the same for the crew," Heather remarked. "I had a long talk with Dr. Jones right before we left. What a bitch."

Yoko smiled. "What did she say?"

"I'm only telling you this because we've served together before and I like you... Is this off the record, Yoko?"

Captain Tani shrugged. "I guess so."

"She referred to you as 'Captain Faggot'."

Yoko stopped dead in her tracks. "Captain Faggot?"

"Her exact words." Heather looked at the other woman closely. "You're not going to cry, are you? Cause I really hate that shit."

Yoko shrugged. "I've been called worse. And by better women than Marla Jones."

"Yeah," Heather agreed as they started walking again. "She's got a rep. Word is that she's such an asshole she was delivered by a proctologist."

"What about Leeson?" Yoko asked.

"Hit on me two minutes after we met."

"And?"

"I'm considering it. She's cute."

"This isn't a pleasure cruise, Commander Twelvetrees," Yoko said. "I don't need anything going on that's going to detract from our mission."

"Which is?"

"I'm on my way now to my cabin to break the seal on my orders. There's a holodisk in the envelope. As my exec, I'd like you there when I play it."

"I'll bring the popcorn."






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