It seemed like I was at the bottom of a deep well. I heard voices and odd sounds that seemed far away. My eyes were closed, but I started to perceive a little bit of light. I felt cold. Nothing about me seemed quite right. My whole body tingled like when your foot goes to sleep.

As my vision began to clear, I felt something poke my arm. I turned and saw a woman dressed as a nurse injecting something into my arm. A moment later, she shone a pencil flashlight into my eyes and then wrote something down. She turned to someone I couldn’t see and said, “This one’s good.” She then moved out from my sight.

I rolled to my side and sat up on one elbow. I felt an odd shift of weight on my chest and dark brown hair slid across my eyes. I was lying on a mat on the floor. Women all around me were either sitting up like me or trying to stand on wobbly legs. Except for medical people, everyone was dressed the same I was in a dark blue and black form fitting outfit.

Shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I rose slowly to my feet. I still felt a bit dizzy but that was clearing quickly. I looked around slowly trying to spot George. I frowned. What the hell would an eighteen year old female George even look like? There was one girl who hadn’t moved yet, still lying on the floor.

There were quite a few women standing around looking confused. I didn’t bother to count, but it seemed to be over twenty. Most were teen girls though there were several women in their late twenties and early thirties. When I thought about it, someone that age who was already female wouldn’t need a regen. I wondered how many of the teens used to be men like George and me.

The nurse or whatever she was who had tended me when I woke up was talking to what appeared to be a senior medical staff. She was studying a pad computer. The nurse said, “We have one deceased regen. With the three cryo failures, brings a total loss to four, captain.”

The captain didn’t look up from her pad as she nodded. “Thank you, lieutenant. That’s well within acceptable loss.” She looked around the room. “Looks like a good trip this time.”

Another woman stepped into this recovery room. She was dressed in the blue and red coveralls of the company MARS A-TAKS. She smiled as she looked around the room. She said, “Ladies! Ladies. Please follow me to Orientation.”

Still looking confused, everyone exited the room and followed the woman single file down the hall.

We were led into a large, brightly lit room with several rows of long tables with chairs. A large display screen was on the wall at the front of the room. A rather gruff looking woman in company coveralls stood at the front of the room. She was flanked by two younger women dressed the same.

As the woman looked around at us coming in, she said in a raised voice, “Girls. Please find a seat quickly so we can get started.”

Everyone quickly pulled a chair away from the tables. I’m not sure if anyone but me noticed the door we entered from was not just closed but bolted.

The woman obviously in charge of the meeting started to pace back and forth. Sternly, she said, “Girls, the first order of business here is to make clear your situation. The moment you signed the agreement, you surrendered all rights and privileges. For the next five years, you are exclusive property of the corporation. You have no say in the duties we assign you. This was all clearly spelled out on the contract.”

I found this appalling actually. I blurted out, “Ma’am, I had the contract in my hands for maybe fifteen seconds. I didn’t have a chance to read it.” Several teens nodded in agreement.

The woman frowned at me. “And yet you signed it. Sorry, but not reading the contract is on you. We spent a lot of credits on you. We own you.

“The second item to understand is that pregnancy is not allowed. You can’t use getting pregnant as out from your contract. You are given a shot every six months, in fact you just got one before you came in here, that stops your menstrual cycle. You will get a reminder when your next shot is due. However, should you become pregnant, you will forfeit all credits and be sent back to earth on the next ore ship. Depending on orbits, that could take ten to eighteen months. And then, you’re on your own.

“The life of a miner or construction worker on Mars is tough, mentally and physically. The men need not only a release, but a caring hand as well. Whether you read the contract or not, I’m sure everyone here walked into signing up to be a comfort girl did so with their eyes wide open. You’re here to have sex. That’s not all, but really, that’s why you’re here.”

Actually, I was taken aback by that. Yeah, intellectually, I understood what the salesman was saying when he mentioned comfort girls. Maybe I didn’t want to believe him. I was staring at eternity and quite frankly I was in no mood to return my protein. So am I excited about having sex with men? Fuck no.

The woman continued. “Keeping your assigned man satisfied is your primary duty as a comfort girl. But that’s not all. You’ll be required to provide your man with a hot, nutritious meal when he gets back to his cube after fourteen hours of grueling work. And while he’s at work, you’re expected to also keep his cube clean and orderly and wash his clothes.”

She paused and grinned. “Ah, I heard those little wheels spinning in some of your heads. ‘I didn’t sign up to be a house maid! It’s bad enough to fuck some asshole!’ Admit it. You’re thinking that. Well, please re-read section 13-C in your contract. While I know you will enjoy the sex. You wouldn’t have signed up to be a comfort girl otherwise, here’s a short video presentation I need for you all to watch.”

The screen on the wall lit up and the corporate logo suddenly filled the screen. The logo was replaced by the image of a very beautiful, smiling young woman. She said brightly, “Hello! I’m Jennifer-479Z4 and I want to talk to you about being a comfort girl. It’s the best job you’ll ever hate. No! Really.

“I know it sounds like drudge work to have sex with the same man every day, prepare his meals and do his laundry. You might as well be married! Am I right? But it’s much better. MARS A-TAKS doesn’t want you to do something silly like fall in love with your man. That’s why you get rotated every ninety days! Just try that with a husband!

“And check this out! Being a comfort girl isn’t just about having sex and housework. Your man is away from his cube for over fourteen hours every day. No weekends off! After sex and housework, you’ll have twelve to thirteen hours all to yourself. Maybe more! You can use that for sleeping of course. Or you can visit the comfort girl clubhouse! Seriously! There’s a wonderful spa at the clubhouse. There’s an Olympic size pool. A hair salon and a make-up studio. You can sign up for classes for all kinds of things like cooking, sexual techniques, make-up, and fashion. Or you can shop at the beautiful Modern Martian Mall! And don’t forget about a relaxing game of tennis at the clubhouse. You haven’t really played tennis until you’ve played it in thirty-eight percent less gravity! The clubhouse has everything you need to keep your man happy and to keep you beautiful. The corporation demands you stay gorgeous and fit for your man. Just check out section 15-B in your contract!

“So welcome to Mars, girls! Get ready to have the time of your life!” She smiled as the screen went blank.

The woman smiled at us which was not a pleasant look on her. She said, “There you have it in a nutshell. You girls get a week to get used to this place before you’re assigned a man. Get to know each other. Visit the clubhouse. Take one of the many tours. Any questions?”

A girl raised her hand and asked, “Why do you need so many of us? Are you always adding new workmen?”

The woman forced a smile and said, “Good question. You have to remember that, even though we have strict rules against harming or killing a comfort girl, accidents do happen.”

Another girl raised her hand and asked, “Are we involved with the men at the other construction site on Mars?”

The woman shook her head. “We have nothing to do with the UAC. They’re a weapons developer and doing teleportation experiments. I doubt they’ll ever get that to work. If there are no further questions, Holly-50009D4 will assign you all your new names. After that, you’ll be taken to a private room at the luxurious Martian Marriott. Holly?”

A very pretty girl, looking around nineteen stepped up front of the room. If I had to guess, she’d probably had done a second regen. No one that I’m aware of has ever lived past three.

Smiling, Holly said, “Hello. I’m Holly. Everyone who comes to work as a comfort girl gets assigned a new name. I’ll get you a tag to wear so you don’t have to remember all those silly numbers.”

I got my new name after waiting for about twenty minutes. I admit I like my new name of Melissa-1123009B. I finally found George. I was shocked at what a cute little hottie he’d become. His new name was Toni-333GH5.

When I finally caught up with him, he seemed bothered by something. I’m sure it’s just from all the excitement, but he couldn’t remember anything about driving haulers. Come to think of it. I don’t remember much about being a pilot.

It’s probably nothing.

To be continued…

“Mike,” said the now incredibly young and cute former George named Toni as we stepped on the moving sidewalk to take us the clubhouse. “It’s not like there’s no warning. I’ve read more than one article about how some brain cells go missing during a regen. However, something seems to be very wrong here.”

I nodded. “I agree, Geo…er um Toni.” I said, trying to use her new name. “I was a pilot for pretty much forty years or better but damn am I not a little foggy on that.”

Toni shrugged. “Same for me on being a hauler jockey. But there’s a bigger lapse that makes me think we were lied to.”

“I think I know what you’re about to say,” I acknowledged. “There was no contract on that paper we signed. At least none of those section this or section that.”

Nodding, Toni exclaimed, “Exactly! I thought I was losing my mind, but all the agreement said was, “I agree to be a Mars A-TAKKS Comfort Woman for five years or until regen debt has been repaid. Sigh here! That was it Mike… er… Melissa.”

I studied Toni’s face for a moment. “I hate to say it, but I think we’ve been duped. But despite not actually having a contract, we’re kinda committed anyway. We did agree to be comfort women.”

Frowning, Toni said, “I should never have let you talk me into going to that recruiter.”

“What?” I exclaimed. “I followed you!”

Toni scowled at me. “I thought I was booking a vacation.”

I laughed. “The store rep even told you they were a recruitment center.”

Toni shook her head. “Well, it’s all water under the bridge anyway. But besides not remembering, There’s something else bothering me.”

“And what’s that?” I asked. “I think this is where we get off.” There was a large sign that read ‘Comfort Girl Mall & Spa’.

Toni narrowed her eyes at me. “I have a sudden craving for cock. I never had an interest in a penis before.”

I shrugged. “It could be that you’re missing it already. But I’m kinda feeling it too,”

As we stepped off the moving sidewalk, one thing struck me. Especially after the conversation with Toni. There were no men around. Only a handful of young women and even fewer older women.

Toni folded her arms and glared at a sign. “The spa is closed. I was looking forward to that.

One of the women walking by laughed. “It’s always closed. You’ll have better luck getting ice cream at the McDonald’s.

As we walked down the mall’s hallway, it both fascinated as well as scared me to see windows with views of the Martian landscape.

A woman standing outside of the storefronts looked at us. “Good morning, ladies. New to Mars?”

Toni said, “We just arrived.”

The woman chuckled. “I could tell… because you’re still smiling. I’m guessing you used to be men? Would either of you be interested in signing up for make-up lessons? They’re free. Compliments of the company.”

“Maybe later,” I said. “I think we just want to look around to see what’s what.”

The woman smiled. “Sign up anytime. The mall never closes. Except for the spa. Anyway, welcome to Mars.”

I walked over to one of the expansive windows looking out on the surface of Mars with its deep, purplish blue sky and dry ice clouds. “I hope these windows are stout. Remember that decompression accident a few years back. That was at Hypatia Base I believe.”

Toni rapped her knuckles on the polycarbonate window. “Yeah, that would most definitely suck.”

As we stood by the window looking out, a pair of men in orange uniforms approached us. I couldn’t tell if they were military or police or if there was any difference. They both carried batons as well as side arms and wore dark glasses. They were the first men we’d seen since our arrival. I felt a sudden, immediate attraction to both.

One of the men frowned at us and pointed his baton at us. “You girls need to stay clear of these windows. You know the rules.”

Toni turned to face them. “Sorry. We just got here today.”

The man who spoke growled, “Ignorance is no excuse!”

The other man grinned. “Hey Slan. What do you say we take these two into custody for a good fucking as punishment?”

Slan laughed. “That’s not a bad idea.” He poked me in the chest with his baton. “But they’d probably enjoy it too much.”

The other man grinned. “Look at them. They’re practically drooling at us. Noob comfort girls are the best fucks, man.”

Slan agreed. “They’re not just willing. They’re anxious.”

Slan was right. I suddenly found myself consumed with desire to have sex with these men. What have they done to us? A few of my old co-workers became regen females and they weren’t this way.

Another man in uniform approached. He looked pissed. He said, “Hey you two. Get away from those females. Don’t you see their V tags? Upper management haven’t used them yet.”

Slan shrugged. “Captain. We just wanted a little fun is all. Look at them. They’re practically begging for it.”

Toni said, “Hey, we were just minding our own business and admiring the view.” It wasn’t really much of a view, but neither of us had ever been this close to the Martian surface.

The captain angrily stepped up to Toni and slapped her hard across the face. “Silence, bitch! No one spoke to you. I’m sure you’ve been informed to stay clear of these windows. I need to talk to the intake supervisor if you weren’t informed of the rules. Now clear the area!”

Toni was crying. I touched her arm and said into her ear, “Let’s get away from here.”

As we walked away, I heard the captain shouting, “Slan. I’m warning you. You get one more reprimand and you’ll go to regen and join those bitches. Understood?” We couldn’t hear the rest of the exchange.

I hugged Toni to try to comfort her. “What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?”

To be continued…

“Hey girls.”

I looked over in the direction of the voice. It was a woman standing in the entrance of a restaurant. “Come over here for a second.”

I looked over at Toni and she just shrugged. I took her hand and walked over to the woman.

She smiled at us. “New to Mars?”

I nodded. “Just defrosted,” I said, referring to just being revived from a cryo-freeze.

The woman nodded. “I thought so. They must have been in a hurry if they didn’t run down a few basic rules for the mall here.”

Toni frowned. “Yeah. They told us nothing.”

The woman nodded again as she folded her arms. “That happens. You’ll get a pamphlet later when you check into your room. But I’ll clue you in on two major rules. You’ve already encountered them.” She lifted one finger. “One, they really do insist you stay behind that red line in front of the windows. Why if the windows are indestructible? Well, the seals can be easily broken. You’d think they’d come up with a different seal, right? Now, at any loss of pressure, the doors all seal automatically. However, if you’re on the wrong side of the door…” She shrugged. “It’s a one way trip to protein reclamation. But don’t worry. It’s not like it happens every day.”

Toni looked over at me with a frown. “Did the salesman mention any of this?”

The woman chuckled. “Yeah, they really do need to shut down those recruitment centers. Be thankful you didn’t enter a Ganymede recruitment center. Those mines are a hell hole.”

Puzzled, I said, “I thought it was all automated there.”

The woman grinned. “Someone has to run the machines. And those men get lonely too.” She extended her hand towards us. “By the way… My name is Doris-341000AZ. But you can call me Dee.”

After Toni and I introduced ourselves, Dee continued, “The second important thing you need to be aware of is really, the most basic rule. You don’t challenge men. If a man tells you to do something, you do it. We are subservient. And there’s no point in complaining about that. The men are under strict rules from management not to abuse that. But it still happens. While men are seldom punished here, all the whores in the whorehouse one deck down are former men who pissed off management once too often.”

I shook my head. “Sounds like a fun place. While not a lot of news about Mars reaches Earth, you don’t hear anything about this shit. No news. No drama shows. If anything, Mars is shown as a great vacation get-away.”

Dee chuckled. “The tourist business is booming on Mars. You won’t find any tourists anywhere near the mines. I’m sure you’ve heard of Martian Gardens.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “That park where they tried to recreate the conditions on Mars a few million years ago.”

Dee grinned. “Yeah. Big tourist hit.” She paused and studied us for a moment. “I see you still have your V tags. Management tries to take care of that pretty quick.”

I looked down at my front and saw the yellow V pinned to my uniform. “Yeah. That officer mentioned that. What do they mean?”

Dee shook her head and sighed.. “Another thing they neglected to tell you. You could probably guess. Those tags stand for virgin.”

Toni laughed. “Virgin? Not hardly. You can ask any of my former wives.”

Dee rolled her eyes and asked wryly, “Have you had sex with men as a woman yet?”

Toni looked embarrassed. “Um well. Not that I recall, exactly.”

Dee laughed. “Yeah. No men are allowed to touch you until management has fucked you to evaluate you. Any man who so much as kisses you while you’re still a virgin, gets an instant regen and placed among the whores. So while you have those tags, you should be safe from assault. Even without the tags, most men are just too tired to bother you.”

I grunted a laugh. “I wish we’d read the fine print, but I don’t remember seeing any.”

Dee sighed. “It doesn’t show up until after you sign. Hey, are you girls hungry? I run one of the better beaneries in the Martian Mall. And it’s all complimentary.”

I patted Toni’s shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

Toni nodded. “Yeah, let’s eat. So what’s good here, Dee?”

Dee grinned. “This is the only place on Mars where you can get a genuine chicken fried steak. And real beer I brew myself.”

Toni grinned. “Sounds good to me.”

I nodded. “Me too.”

Dee rapped the table top with her fingers and said, “I’ll have that out in a jiffy.” She then turned and disappeared into what I assumed was the kitchen.

Toni looked around and watched two policemen walk slowly down the hall. “I’m glad we found this place.”

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s helpful that Dee likes to talk.”

Toni nodded. “She’s very helpful. But I’ll tell ya, Melissa. I don’t like this idea of being fucked by management. Evaluation? For what? Most of the girls like us won’t have a clue what to do with a man!” She tugged on her V badge and scowled.

Shrugging, I said, “I guess you just do what you hope a woman would do for you back when you were a man.”

Toni shook his head. “The bad thing is, I’m afraid I’m going to enjoy being fucked. I started to get horny with those guards.”

Nodding, I said, “I felt it too.”

After a few minutes, Dee returned with another girl helping to carry our food. It smelled wonderful. Grinning, Dee said as she set the dishes down, “Enjoy, ladies.”

Before she stepped away, I asked, “Before you go, anything else we should know?”

She frowned for a moment and then sat down at our table. “I’ll get in trouble if I tell you much more. Everything I’ve told you already is shit they should have already told you. Be ready. In the next few hours, both of you will be called to management. Immediately after your evaluation, you’ll be assigned a man. All I can say about that is that you must keep your man happy. Things will get hard for you if you don’t. And keep your noses clean.”

Toni looked quizzically at Dee. “How did you get out? How did you get your own restaurant?”

Dee sighed. “I kept my men happy and my nose clean. You can survive your contract and they do pay you a shit-ton of money. Look. Be careful of who and what you talk about around here. There’s some serious shit going on here. The miners don’t know and I certainly don’t what the hell it is they’re mining. It’s more valuable than gold, diamonds or oil.”

I frowned. “Doesn’t seem to be much of a pleasant future here.”

Taking on a conspiratorial tone, Dee said, “You have another option and since you two are so gorgeous you might try it. If you keep your men very happy, you could get promoted to being a high end escort. Next to the tourist side is the business side, investors and the like. Management treats those guys like kings. The girls assigned there all look like high fashion models. Beautiful dresses, beautiful hair, beautiful make-up. The girls there work for the clients and aren’t assigned a man just for them.”

Toni asked, “Why didn’t you try for that?”

Dee laughed dismissively and pointed at her face. “With this mug? Not a chance. But you two definitely have the looks. But you have to be good at pleasing men as well. Okay, girls. It was great chatting, but I need to get back to work.” She suddenly looked sad. “One other thing. You two seem to be close friends. I hate to tell you this, but after your evaluation, you’ll probably never see each other again. Come back here for some good grub. Later, girls.” She stood up and returned to the kitchen.

Swirling the last bite of chicken fried steak around in the gravy, Toni said, “Damn, Melissa. I don’t want to be separated from you. I thought we could kinda stay together.” She swallowed her last bite.

I nodded. “Yeah, that sucks. Maybe we can try to meet up here at this restaurant.”

Toni frowned. “Maybe.”

A guard stepped into the restaurant pointed and asked, “Hey, you bitches over there. Are you Melissa-1123009B and Toni-333GH5?”

I stood up and scowled at the guard. “Yeah. What about it?”

The guard frowned. “Don’t get smart with me, whore. The presence of both you have been requested by management. Follow me.”

I looked over at Toni. She said, “Shit.”

To be continued…

Instead of following the guard, I said, “Hey. We don’t have a room yet. Don’t we get one?”

Sounding really annoyed, the guard said, “Look here, you insolent little whore. You must do what I say. I’m not asking.”

Toni stepped next to me and said, “We were told we’d get a hotel room for the night.”

The guard started to unhook a couple leather collars. Looking pissed, he said, “You weren’t told what night, now were you?” He took a few steps towards us.

Dee stepped out from her kitchen and called out, “Officer. They’ve just been defrosted and they weren’t told anything. If you cut them some slack, when you get back, I’ll make a realmeat sandwich for you.”

The officer stopped walking towards us and looked over at Dee. “On the level?”

Dee grinned at him. “On the level.”

The guard turned back to us. “I’d be honored if you two lovely ladies will accompany me to the administration building? You still have to go, but I won’t punish you. You’ll be assigned a room after your evaluation. It may take a day or two for you to be assigned your man. Please follow me.” He turned and walked to the doorway of the restaurant.

To Toni I said, “Let’s go. I doubt we’ll get asked nicely more than once.” She nodded.

We followed the guard for about 100 meters to an intersection. There was a lift. The guard punched the call button. We waited for almost a minute before the door opened. We followed the guard inside. I wondered if we’d be going up or down to the lower levels.

There were no buttons along the door. The guard said, “Administration level.”

A pleasant woman’s voice came from somewhere. “Welcome Charlie45C1-VV13. Reason for request?”

Charlie looked over at Toni and me. “Evaluations for Melissa-1123009B and Toni-333GH5.”

The door to the lift closed and the pleasant voice said, “You may proceed.”

I felt the obvious motion of the lift ascending the shaft. Toni tightened her grip on my hand and she looked terrified. I’m sure I did as well. I had no idea what fresh hell awaited us.

With a ding, the lift’s door slid open and cool, fresh air slid into the lift. A quick glance showed nice, soft carpeting on the floors, space worthy view panels in sealed recesses. An attractive young woman wearing a tight fitting dress sat at a reception desk. She looked up as we entered.

As if it was an everyday occurrence, which I guess here on Mars it is, the woman asked, “Are these two girls here for their evaluations?” The guard merely nodded. I got the impression he didn’t like having to deal with a female. The woman then asked, “Names?”

Prodding me in my back, the guard barked, “Name, bitch.”

I said, “Melissa-1123009B.”

And Toni just said, “Toni.”

Frowning, the woman said, “Toni what? We have four Toni’s on the roster for today.”

Folding her arms, Toni said, “Toni… Uh… Oh, Toni-333GH5.”

The woman pointed at a chair and said, “Melissa, take a seat. You’ll have to wait for the guard to return after delivering Toni. Officer, taker Toni down that hall to Mr. Halls office. Return here to escort Melissa.”

The guard took a firm grip on Toni’s arm and pulled on her. “This way, slut.”

Up until this point, Toni had managed to maintain a stoic façade. That faded to terror in her eyes as she was led away.

After a few silent moments, I looked over at the woman behind the desk. Just trying to fill the time, I asked, “How’s your day been?”

She looked at me like I was an idiot. “Seriously? I sit here all day directing people to various administrators or sending young girls for sex with them. If I don’t think about it, it’s an easy gig.”

Curious, I asked, “Did you get promoted from being a comfort girl?”

Twisting her face into a scowl, she exclaimed, “Fuck no! Everyone assumes every woman on Mars is a whore. I got this job from an earth-based employment agency. Bastards made a job on Mars sound sexy and exciting. Living on another planet does sound exciting. It’s not. I still have two years left in my contract. I thought I was going to be assigned to the tourist side.”

I looked at my hands and said, “I’d give anything to have your job.”

Nodding, the woman said, “I sure as hell don’t want yours. Thank God I have a solid contract. Several times I’ve been threatened with being a comfort girl. I can’t wait to get out of here. I should have taken that offer on Titan.”

About then the guard returned. He indicated I should stand.

The woman checked her computer screen and announced, “Melissa goes down that hall to Mr. Gowan’s office.”

The guard grasped my arm tightly. I said, “You’re hurting me.”

He tightened his grip. “This way, slut.”

Chuck the guard walked me down a long corridor lined with doors, most closed. A few opened doors revealed other women receptionists. One opened to a meeting room that had someone shouting. Another office had three woman chatting and giggling. Any woman we met in the corridor would look away and not make eye contact. Men dressed in suits would leer at me.

We finally reached a large door. The sign on the door read, “Mr. Horace Gowan – Administrator - North Mining Operations.” The guard loosened his grip slightly. My arm was going numb. He reached over and pressed a button.

Through a speaker grill by the door, a gruff voice said, “State your business.”

The guard stood a bit straighter and said, “Security, sir. The girl you requested.”

The door buzzed and I heard a lock disengage. “Bring her in.”

I was led into a huge office. One whole wall was a solid window with a breath-taking view of the Martian surface. There was a very large office desk. Several very large screens festooned the other walls. And most surprising was an oversized bed in one corner. A lone man stood by the windows looking outward.

Without turning around, the man said, “Release her. You are dismissed.”

The guard finally let go of my arm. “Yes, sir.” I heard the door close behind me.

I just stood there, not sure what to do. My legs were shaking. Everything suddenly became all too real. Regardless of my past, I’m now just a teen girl, scared out of her mind, about to have sex with man. Talk about intimidation!

Still without turning to face me, the man, who I assumed was this Mr. Gowan, said, “Come here, girl. Let’s have a look at you.”

At first, the muscles in my legs refused to operate. I just stood there and shook for a few moments. Finally I was about to walk towards the man by the window. When I got close, he finally turned to face me.

I expected gnarled and twisted monster, but actually, he was a rather handsome young man in his early thirties. He was dressed business casual. He smiled and beckoned me closer.

“Such a gorgeous specimen. I might keep you for myself. Come closer, dear. No need to be frightened.” He reached over and touched my hair. “You really are quite beautiful.” He touched one of my breasts. “Perfect size and shape tits. I’m tempted to move you to the top of the list, but that also depends on how good you fuck. Were you a woman before regen?”

It took me a moment to find my voice. I said, “No, sir.”

Mr. Gowan chuckled. “Relax, honey. Nobody is going to expect you to be a Master of sex with men right away.” He pointed at his bed. “Let’s sit down and get to know each other a little bit.”

I nodded and hesitantly started to walk towards the bed. Mr. Gowan smiled and walked behind me.

“That is such a lovely ass, sweetie,” remarked Mr. Gowan from behind me. “Oh, before you sit down, go ahead and strip. Yes, all the way. I want to see what all we’re dealing with.”

I frowned and nervously unzipped the front of my coveralls. All the new arrives, Toni and me included, we wearing blue coveralls with yellow accents. Underneath I wore a white bra and panties. I stepped out of the coveralls, but left the underwear on.

Mr. Gowan wiggled his finger. “Come on now. All of it. Don’t be bashful.”

I reached behind me and fumbled with the bra straps. When I was much younger, I was nervous about in front of other men in the shower. This man is about to fuck me, which just makes it worse.

As my panties slid down to my ankles, Mr. Gowan’s grin spread wide across his face. “Oh my, girl. You are truly magnificent. I don’t know if you were aware of this, but the regen process uses your own genetics to feminize you. Nature most definitely did you wrong by making you male. Very lovely. Turn around slowly. Let me get a good look at you.”

As I did as he told me, I thought about what he’d said. I’m sure it’s true. My mother was a beautiful woman. Stands to reason I would be as well.

He pointed at the bed gesturing for me to sit. “Honey, you are the real deal. Sadly, not many regen females are as gorgeous as you.” Laughing, he said, “No joke, I might keep you for myself.”

We spent the next fifteen or so minutes with Mr. Gowan asking me questions about my past. I was becoming more comfortable with him, which I guess was the point. He never addressed me by my name.

He slid his fingers through my hair and laid a hand on my leg. He held the back of my head as he leaned in to me. “Just beautiful.” I felt a tingle as his lips touched mine. Oh, God, I thought to myself. I’m really going to have sex with a man.

To be continued…

I sat stiffly, studying my hands that I had rested on my lap. I was suddenly scared to death. I know I signed up for this, but until just this moment, it was all academic. I’m a woman with a man who desires to have sex with me. It’s not like I’ve had years to mentally prepare myself for this moment.

Mr. Gowan smiled as he ran his fingers through my long hair. “Relax Melissa. I want you to enjoy this as well. I know this is a new experience for you, but the corporation has helped you out. While in cryo-sleep, you were given some conditioning so being a woman won’t seem so alien to you.”

They’ve what? Conditioning?

He put two fingers under my chin and lifted my face up as he turned me to face him. He smiled again. “You are extraordinarily beautiful.” He bent down towards me and I parted my lips. And for the first time ever, a man’s lips were touching mine. And it was wonderful.

He held the back of my head as he pulled me closer to him, his lips pressing harder into mine. I closed my eyes. I felt his hand touch my naked breast. I felt my nipple harden as he fondled it. I moaned softly as he massaged my breast and leaned me back on the bed.

He kissed me passionately and rubbed my clit. Holy crap…between his sucking my boob and playing with my clit, I was in a totally heightened state of pleasure. I gasped as he slipped two fingers inside my vagina. I truly wished I’d been equipped like this my whole life. He switched between kissing me and sucking on my tits and probing my pussy. I was absolutely beside myself with pleasure. My breathing was hard and all I wanted was to be fucked by this man.

And then his thick, stiff cock pushed into me. Oh my God! The sensation was beyond my ability to describe it. I had a man inside of me! I moaned loudly as he slowly started to pump my pussy with his cock. And while it’s completely impossible, I never wanted to go back to being a man again. Having sex as a woman was just incredible. One deep, final thrust and he shot his hot load deep inside me. I squealed with delight.

Mr. Gowan smiled and ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me again. He pulled back and said while I caught my breath, “You were perfect, girl. You have a tremendous amount of promise. I can definitely see you becoming a high end escort. I’m sure the other managers when they’re done evaluating you, they’ll agree.”

I just lay there breathing hard. Did he say more evaluations? I looked at him questioningly and asked, “Did I pass?”

Mr. Gowan laughed as he stood up. “With flying colors, girl. I dare say you out performed even some regens of original women. You’re a natural. Now let’s take a shower and get dressed.”

He led me to an adjacent bathroom with a large shower. We got in and he turned the water on. The warm water felt wonderful and he encouraged me to perform oral sex on him. I took to it immediately, anxious to try new experiences. I have to say I enjoyed getting a mouthful and forced to swallow much less than being fucked. But I didn’t let Mr. Gowan know that.

I spent the rest of the afternoon having sex in turn with the other managers. Except for the last one, they were all great sexual experiences. The final manager was an asshole who liked to hit and call me foul names. He told me to get used to it as most of the miners were more like him.

I was led, bruised and sore and barely able to walk, to a different receptionist than the one I first encountered. Well, as expected as it was a different section of the facility. She gave me a knowing smile as I stepped up to her desk.

“I see you have completed your marathon of evaluations.” She handed me a couple pieces of paper. “Take the lift to the level below and follow the directions to the Super 8 where you’ll spend tonight. The second card is the name of the man you’re being assigned to. Ask for a guard to escort you tomorrow morning. Honey, they must have really liked you to place you so quickly.”

“Yay me,” I said wincing from the pain between my legs.

The receptionist said, “Honey, I strongly suggest going to the spa that adjacent to the hotel. It’ll help you feel like a new girl.” That sounded re-assuring as at the moment, I felt like a horse that’d been rode hard and put up wet. Not that I’ve ever seen a horse.

She then removed the V tag from my coveralls. I’m definitely not a virgin any longer.

I walked slowly to the lift and went down one level. I guess they felt nobody needs a guard to escort them. If I could run, where would I run to?

When I got off the lift, I could see that the hotel was thankfully a short distance to walk. There were more women in this area. They all gave me a sad look. Well, every one of them had run the same gauntlet I just finished.

As I approached the hotel, a woman outside the spa beckoned to me. “Hey girl, why don’t you come inside and enjoy the services we have to offer at the spa? You can get a massage and enjoy our wonderful whirlpool and jet bath not to mention getting your nails done.”

I looked at the woman hawking the spa’s services. Two thoughts popped into my head. For one, those things sounded really good right now. And the second thing, the woman appeared to be in her late twenties. Dollars to donuts she had come to Mars as a comfort girl. Why didn’t she return to Earth after her contract was up? Why are any of these women still here? One of these days, I’ll have to ask.

I turned and walked towards the spa. The woman outside smiled at me and said, “Come on in, honey. Put that rough day behind you.”

As I passed through the door, I was asked to remove my coveralls. It was all women inside so I didn’t feel embarrassed. And oh my God. The spa was exactly what I needed.

I slept in late. I don’t know if I was doing anything wrong. Nobody came in to yell at me. But my room had been entered while I slept. My coveralls had been freshly cleaned and hung in the mostly empty closet.

Even though I was awake, I continued to lay in bed and just relax. I felt refreshed, though still sore in places. I thought about my first encounters with men. For the most part, I enjoyed it. But I had to wonder if I had been conditioned to enjoy it or if the feeling was genuine. Genuine or not, there was no denying that women have the best experience during sex. I smiled thinking about those orgasms. I wished I’d been born female. I wondered how Toni did.

I finally sat up with my feet on the floor. I was surprised that there was no entertainment system. Every lodging I’ve ever stayed at in the past had some type of entertainment system. I got up and took a long, hot shower.

After drying my hair, I got dressed and headed to the lobby. When I had first arrived, I was instructed to come to the front desk as soon as I was up.

The smiling woman at the front desk greeted me, “Melissa-1123009B? I trust you had a good night?”

Nodding, I said, “I did.”

She set a cloth bag full of items on the counter top. “Here is your starter kit.” She then presented me with a card. “This is your assignment. Take the lift immediately outside the hotel and go down three levels. Hand this card to the assistant there. She will call for an escort to take you to your man. Congratulations.” She then gave me a “you can leave now” smile.

I picked up the bag and examined the card as I left the hotel lobby. The card contained only a scan code. I stopped before entering the lift. This is it, girl. The moment of truth. The whole reason I was even here. And I was scared to death.

I sucked in a deep breath and entered the lift.

To be continued…

My stomach was turning over in knots as I rode the lift down three levels. There was a large, open foyer with a kiosk at the center. A young woman occupied the seat in the kiosk. This area was a bit different from the other locations. A woman’s voice made announcements every minute or so. Small trams rolled along on tracks that traversed the long hallways. On the other levels, I saw almost exclusively women in the halls and structures. Here, it was almost all men.

Some of the men walking about wore work coveralls with boots and hard hats. Others wore business suits with coats and ties. Others were dressed casually and were going in and out of restaurants and other stores. The women I saw were all dressed smartly in suits with tight, knee length skirts and heels with perfect make-up. I saw no one dressed as myself who wasn’t being escorted by a security officer.

There were also no windows opening out to the Martian surface. Small wheeled robots scurried about and trams carrying passengers, mostly men, to unknown destinations. While the upper level where Toni and I first arrived was quiet with few people – mostly women – this level was a beehive of activity. A low, barely noticeable rumble filled in a background noise.

The women walking by or riding in the trams wouldn’t look at me or if they caught a glance, it was with obvious disdain. The men in work coveralls would grin at me and any female, point or stare and make comments. The men in suits tried hard not to look at any of the women.

Dodging a tram whizzing by, I walked over to the kiosk and handed the receptionist the card I was given earlier. She scanned the card and held up a paper that printed after the scan was complete.

Before she handed me the paper, she asked rather gruffly, “Can you read, girl?”

I grunted a laugh. “Of course I can read. Doesn’t everyone here?”

The receptionist frowned. “You’d be surprised, girl. Just to be sure, I’ll go ahead and hit the highlights. A member of security will be here shortly to deliver you to your residence. Alpha Shift – that’s your man’s shift – ends in about an hour. So change your clothes as soon as you arrive.”

She looked at the paper and read off, “Your priority is to please the man you’re assigned to. You are to perform any duties he requires to keep his spirit up. A happy man is a happy worker. You’ll be supplied with a supplemental list of foods he prefers. During your free time, you are allowed to do pretty much whatever you want. It is strongly recommended you take the free classes on keeping your appearance up, cooking lessons and lessons on pleasing men. I see you have a high rating on that.

“Remember. Men returning from a work shift will be tired and irritable. He may take his frustrations out on you. You will be severely punished for hitting back. He expects you to be beautiful at all times. Your clothes are already at your residence.”

I sighed. This didn’t sound all that pleasant. I asked the receptionist, “What kind of cable is available in the residence?” She looked at me as if she didn’t understand. “What kind of entertainment is available?”

The woman frowned. “Girl, you are the entertainment. There are no screens to watch shows or what not. Here comes your security escort.”

A tram with a security guard driving it pulled up beside the kiosk. The security guard said, “Melissa-1123009B?”

I stupidly held up my hand and said, ‘That’s me.”

The guard, in a bored mono-tone said, “Hop on the tram, girl. Engage the restraints. Any attempt at escape will be dealt with harshly.”

I frowned and as I took my seat on the tram, I said, “Where the hell would I go?”

The security guard scowled at me. “Girls will refrain from speaking on the tram.” I gave him a mock salute and the tram slowly pulled away from the kiosk.

I think the restraint was more for keeping you on the tram rather than running away. The guard wove his tram in between and around other trams and pedestrians. Large cargo trucks rumbled by. They looked a lot like the trucks I used to drive back on earth.

Some places the hallway narrowed to just wide enough for two trams before expanding back out. The hall made wide curves in some places. I was shocked how large this facility was.

The tram made a turn down another corridor. A sign over the corridor entrance read “Residential.” There was a large open area that resembled a bus terminal, which I guessed this was where the miners were brought to. Along both walls were doors every fifty feet or so. We passed another area that seemed to be like a day room. Men in their work clothes were sitting along a bar having drinks and talking. I didn’t see any women.

Finally, the tram stopped in front of one particular door. A sign on the door read “A6453300B”. I looked around for the first time noticed that all the doors in this section were labeled similarly. A light over the door, like all the others, glowed red.

The guard stepped away from the tram. Impatiently, he announced, “Exit the tram. This is your man’s residence.” The significance that he didn’t say it was my residence or our shared residence wasn’t lost on me. He handed me a key card and added, “This card will admit you to this residence. It will not work with any other door. Enter the residence now.” Apparently he couldn’t leave until I had gone inside. Honestly, what did they think I was going to do?

I slid the card into the slot. A light over the door turned green and I heard a distinct click and the door slid open. I looked over at the guard and he just stared blankly at me from his seat on the tram. I sighed and took a step inside. Interior lights suddenly glowed to life. The door closed behind me.

I’m not sure what I was expecting. The residence consisted of several smaller rooms branching from a large central room. The rooms were pretty Spartan and could definitely use a woman’s touch. There was no attempt to hide or disguise wiring and pipes. I was reminded of my naval career. I actually laughed when I read the sign on the door to the rather cramped bathroom door. It was silly it needed a sign. The sign read “Necessary Room.” The door to the bed room was labeled simple “Sleep”. Another small room was labeled “Communications” which I thought was odd. And finally a room with no door which also had a window that opened to the main room was the kitchen.

The refrigerator and pantry were surprisingly well stocked. There were steaks and ground beef in the fridge and cans of beans and vegetables and other canned items in the pantry. A modern double oven was the main feature of the kitchen wall.

I was surprised the most when I opened the utensil drawer to find that everything sharp or could be used as a weapon, was tethered by metal cable to the drawer. That made me worry if they thought I might try to murder my man.

I looked at the digital clock in the main room. It didn’t display the time, but rather how long until my man returned to his residence. I looked at the paper that listed how my man wanted me to dress for him. I sighed. He required, not requested, I wear black lacy panties along with a see-thru black negligee. I found those items in a dresser and quickly changed into them. I really didn’t have time to do my make-up, so I hoped he’d make allowance for just having arrived.

I stood in front of the door in worried anticipation of my man arriving as the clock counted down to zero. The counter hit zero and stopped and I braced myself in front of the door. After a few minutes of standing rigidly in front of the door, I relaxed and laughed at myself. How stupid of me to assume he’d just materialize when the countdown reached zero. I sat on the couch to continue my wait.

After about five minutes, the light over the door turned green and the door slid open. A man stood in the door frame, silhouetted against the bright light of the corridor. He just stood there looking at me. And then he took a step inside the room and the door closed behind him.

He was tall. An inch or two over six foot. He had longish dark brown hair that was currently matted down with sweat. His orange work coveralls were covered in dirt. He had several days old growth of a bead. He dropped his helmet on the floor. Apparently his coveralls are also a pressure suit. Stupid me, I had assumed the mine had an atmosphere. He didn’t say a word as he unzipped his coveralls and stepped out of them wearing only skivvies and an undershirt.

I couldn’t help but gasp slightly. He was a magnificent specimen of a human male. His muscles weren’t the bulging body builder type, but rather the strong, powerful kind, more like a fighter. A tattoo on his arm showed he was a former space marine and another indicated he had been part of the marines that had squelched the very nasty rebellion on Titan. I swallowed audibly. This was a really bad dude.

“You’re my new girl.” It was a statement, not a question. “You’re a former man?”

I nodded as I stood up to face him. Timidly, I said, “Yes, sir.”

He grinned at me. “You came with a high rating, girl and you intimately understand what a man desires. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He grabbed my arm and led me to the bedroom. He dropped his skivvies and removed his undershirt. And Oh my God.

Male equipment has never really held any real interest to me. I’m sure this is part of the conditioning, but I’m not ashamed to say I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. He wasn’t even hard and he was hung like a horse. I instantly started to moisten up. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.

A smile crawled slowly across his face. “You like what you see?”

It was too late for me to try to not show any interest. I walked up to him and took his cock in my hand as I looked up into his eyes. He bent his head down towards me. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his kiss. His lips pressed into mine. His member began to swell in my hand. I pressed his cock against my silky panties. He was already starting to ooze pre-cum. I put both arms around his neck and stood on my tip toes so I could kiss my man. He pressed his growing hardon against my panties.

He pulled me slowly down to his bed as he kept kissing me. I reached down and slid my panties down. He pressed his cock against my pussy. I groaned. I wanted him inside me so much. He grinded his cock against me as I suck on his tongue. I groaned, “Oh, fuck me! I want you in me. Fuck me!”

Finally he pushed inside me. He didn’t slide in. He had to push. He said, “Girl you are so tight.” He pushed all the way inside me. I moaned with a mix of pain and pleasure. I cried out as he pushed deep into me. I was crying and gasping for breath as he started slamming his huge cock deep inside me.

“Oh God!” I cried out as his last deep thrust exploded a burst of cum. I dug my nails into his back as I gasped for air. Never have I ever experienced such pleasure.

He filled me two more times before he fell asleep with his cock still inside me. I moaned a huge sigh of satisfaction and curled up next to him with a huge smile plastered on my face. I finally fell asleep.

To be continued

I woke up and stretched. Strangely, I felt both immensely satisfied and incredibly sore. I sat up on the bed. I tried, but I just couldn’t stop smiling. Having sex with my man was just so amazing. I hoped Toni’s experience was just as good. I was suddenly sad at the thought of Toni. We’ve been friends for practically forever, and now I can’t talk to her. We have a lot to talk about.

I looked at the wall clock. It informed me I have almost nine hours before my man returns. It finally dawned on me that my man never told me his name. I really didn’t want to keep referring to him as “my man”. Maybe that’s deliberate to keep me in my place?

A display next to the clock contained a list labeled “Girl’s to-do list.” Was it too hard to say Melissa’s to-do list? Again, it must be to keep me in my place. First thing on the list was to dispose the man’s soiled uniform. I wonder if I’ll get in trouble if I ask his name? The second thing was to dispose of soiled bed sheets with the third thing strangely being to make the bed. The fourth thing on the list I decided it was something I could enjoy – Girl should get clean and smell nice. The fifth item was telling me to begin to prepare the man’s meal half hour before his return. The sixth item was serve the meal and the last item was fuck your man. That last one’s a given.

Looks like I have a lot of free time. Maybe I’ll head back down to the spa? How do I get there? And what do I wear? I was completely naked and what was left of my negligee was unwearable. I also looked around and couldn’t see the key card I used to let myself in.

I stood in front of the door and the light stayed red. A voice from somewhere in the room said, “Denied.” Is it because I’m naked? My coveralls were nowhere to be found. I opened my drawer and removed another negligee and put it on. I went back to the door and again heard “Denied.” What the fuck? Am I trapped in here? This sucks if I’m confined in this room.

I looked back at the list of to-dos. I didn’t notice it before but at the bottom of the touch screen was a button labeled “Help”. I touched the button and the display instantly changed to the image of a very pretty, smiling young woman sitting in a hi-tech office. The image looked life-like, but I’m sure it was an AI. Nobody is that cheerful.

“Good morning, Melissa-1123009B. How may I assist you?”

I stepped up to the display and asked, “How do I get out of this room?”

The image smiled brightly at me. “Excellent and understandable first day question. It’s obvious you’re not a dummy.” The image laughed. “I am Margie-000123, you digital assistant. Congratulations! Your man gave you a very high rating for your performance last night! You go girl! Before I get to your very excellent question, we have to do a little business. Your man has elected that inside your domicile, that you will only be addressed as “Girl”. Outside the domicile, you may continue to use Melissa-1123009B. Isn’t it exciting to get a new name?”

I scowled at the display. “Not really.”

With a bright, toothy grin, Margie said, “I knew that would excite you. Now on to your excellent questions!” She looked away as if she was reading a screen in front of her. Shaking her head, she continued, “I see you have yet to complete anything on your to-do list! Naughty girl! Every day you must complete the first four items on the list within fifteen minutes. Failure to do so results in disciplinary action such as not being allowed to leave your domicile. Continued disobedience will result in harsher punishment and a lowered rating. This is explained in paragraph 47 of your contract. You’re a smart girl so I suspect this won’t be an issue in the future. So hey Girl. It looks like I just provided you with an answer to your most excellent question. Do you have any further excellent questions for me?”

Holy crap. I might as well be in prison. “This isn’t really fair! How do I get a copy of my contract?”

Still smiling, Margie said, “You may take the issue up with your Comfort Girl Advocate. I can make you an appointment if you like. Current wait time is 7,462 days. Would you like me to pencil you in?”

I scowled again at the smiling Margie. “Fuck that! My contract will expire long before that!”

Margie continued to smile at me. “Using an abusive tone to a mining official, which includes myself by the way, results in disciplinary action per paragraph 44 of your contract. Your rating has been reduced by five points. Do you have any more questions? Answering your questions is so much fun!”

I wanted to slap the bitch. Instead I asked, “What is my man’s name. He didn’t tell me and I don’t want to just keep saying ‘My man’.”

Margie beamed at me. “Girl, you are so full of great questions!” She again studied a non-existing screen and turned back to me. “Your man has elected to not disclose his name to you. You may continue to address him as ‘My man’, ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’. Your man has indicated his preferred method of addressing him is ‘Master’. There’s no disciplinary action for using the other two forms of address. This is so much fun! Any more questions, Girl?”

Great. My man is a narcissistic piece of shit. I sighed and asked, “How do I perform number five from the to-do list?”

Margie shook her head. “Don’t you know how to cook, Girl? Domestic duties ranked high on the requirements to be a Comfort Girl. The display in the kitchen will provide a list of recipes your man enjoys. He prefers home-cooked meals as opposed to synthesizer meals. All ingredients are available from the kitchen’s synthesizer. Proper use of the synthesizer can be found on page 108 of your contract. Remember that you serve your man his meal. You do not dine with him.” Margie grinned. “Alright Girl! I feel like I’m just getting warmed up here. Do you have more questions?”

I wished I could reach through the screen and strangle this AI bitch. I was suddenly more apprehensive about my own safety as a Comfort Girl. I asked, “Does my man face any disciplinary action for mistreating me?”

Grinning, Margie said, “Aren’t you just the curious one today! Broken bones or severe injury results in reduced pay and or reduced rations. For death your man may be docked a full day’s wages. This is all specified in paragraph 25 sub paragraph 162c of your contract. Okay, Girl. You should probably get to your daily tasks.”

“Just one more question, please?” I asked.

Margie grinned. “Oh alright. Because it’s you, ask away.”

I asked, “How do I get to the spa from here?”

Margie frowned slightly. “By failing to perform your duties, you may not leave your domicile today. Assuming you don’t fail tomorrow as well, would you like me to schedule your appointment for tomorrow after you complete your first four tasks?”

I nodded at the AI on the display and said, “Yes, I would. How do I get there?”

Margie smiled. “Certainly, Girl. Please be dressed and ready at the appointed time. The schedule will appear on this display and at the appointed time, a tram will arrive to take you to the spa.”

“What do I wear? I only have a negligee,” I asked.

Margie chuckled. “You silly girl! Per paragraph 89 sub paragraph 53b, when you are allowed to leave your domicile, your coveralls will appear in your closet. Is that all you need?”

I sighed. “Yes. Thank you.”

Margie beamed an effervesant grin and said, “My pleasure.” And she disappeared.

I plopped down on the bed that still needed to be made and sighed. As Toni would say, “You knew the job was dangerous when you took it.”

To be continued…

I laid back down on the bed and discovered the heady scent of my man in the sheets. I actually started to get turned on just by his scent. I laid there a long time in the luxury of bed. I reluctantly got up and tossed the sheets down the disposal and picked up the new sheets from the dispenser. These new sheets came with a pretty floral scent. Can a smell be pretty?

I looked at the clock. There were still quite a few hours to go before my man – I’m not calling him Master – returns from the mines. I looked over at the shower visible beyond the bathroom door. A nice hot shower did seem inviting. I removed my black, lacy negligee and entered the restroom.

I was puzzled at first as there were no faucet handles. Just a single button labeled Activate. I pressed the button and nothing happened. Are my earlier transgressions preventing me from having a shower? After a moment, I noticed a blinking light. Next to the light was a label that read, “Door is open.” Oh. Ditzy me. I didn’t close the shower door.

I closed the door and pressed the button again. This time comfortably hot sudsy water shot out from jets up and down the walls of the shower. The jets started to pulse providing a wonder massage feeling. I found myself moaning with delight. The water temperature suddenly switched to a pleasant lukewarm and rinsed the soapy water away. Then I was blasted dry by air jets. I felt wonderful after the shower. I pressed the activate button two more times.

After the shower, I put on a clean black lacy negligee. It’s either that or be naked. I wandered around my “domicile” trying to look at things more closely. The kitchen I discovered was actually better than I thought. The cabinets were well stocked and the refer unit was stocked with drinks and various other items. The best part was that there were no restrictions. I literally could select anything I wanted to eat. I experimented with scrambled eggs and bacon. You could gain weight just standing in the kitchen.

Lounging on the bed after finishing off the delicious breakfast I started at the blank screen on the wall. I really didn’t want to speak that that irritating AI bitch, but I had a question. I pressed the help button.

Margie’s smiling imagine materialized on the screen. “Good afternoon, Girl. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon. Before we address your delightfully exciting questions, let me remind you of paragraph 89 sub paragraph 45b. While make-up isn’t required when you’re alone, don’t forget to apply your make-up before your Master returns to the domicile. You must always look gorgeous for your Master. Okay. What fun question do you have for me now?”

I suddenly wanted to ask “Can I kill you?” But instead I asked, “Is it possible to make a call to another girl?”

Margie looked thoughtful for a moment before answering. “It is possible. You have to have the assigned corporate name and the girl can’t be currently in service to her man. Do you wish to try a call?”

I felt confused. “What is the corporate name? How would I find it?”

Margie giggled and smirked at me. “Girl, are you really a ditz or are you practicing for your Master? Your corporate name is Melissa-1123009B. But you knew that, didn’t you?”

I frowned at Margie. “I didn’t know it was called that. Can you set up a call to Toni-333GH5?”

Margie smiled broadly. “Surely. Want me to do that now?”

I nodded. “Yes. But I need to ask, are these calls private?”

Margie laughed. “You really are a ditz, aren’t you? According to your contract, paragraph 745 sub paragraph 490b part 32 section DD, all communications between domiciles are monitored and recorded. Illegal topics may be punished from points deducted to a return to protein reclamation. Want me to place the call?”

I frowned at Margie. “What topics are illegal?”

Margie looked confused for a moment. “Sorry Girl. That file is labeled ‘Private’.”

Horrified, I exclaimed, “How are you supposed to know if you’re saying something illegal?”

Margie just looked at me with a blank and serene expression. After a moment or two of silence, she asked, “Would you like me to place the call?”

I was worried, but I said, “Yes, please.”

Margie nodded. “Just a moment and I’ll make the connection.” She looked like she was punching some buttons on the console in front of her. The display faded to a uniform gray with audio sounding like an old time telephone ringing.

After a few moments, the display changed to a view of a very surprised and naked Toni as she turned to face her monitor.

I grinned as I waved at Toni’s image. “Hi Toni!”

Still looking surprised, Toni pulled a pillow off her bed and held it in front of her naked breasts. “What? Who is… Melissa? Is that you?”

Laughing, I said, “Hey Toni. I was curious if I could actually call you.”

Toni pulled the pillow tighter over her breasts and she smiled uncertainly. “Hey Melissa. What a surprise. To be honest, I was afraid I’d never see you again. How are you?”

“Doing as well as to be expected. I guess you’ve assigned a man?” Stupid question as she wouldn’t be in a domicile otherwise.

Toni looked around nervously. “Yes. And I seem to be trapped in my house. Can you get out?”

I frowned. “For now. I learned I have to get the first four tasks completed after first waking up in order t get permission. It’s in your contract.”

Looking more worried, Toni said, “You have the contract? I’ve never seen it.”

I shook my head. “My AI assistant told me. Look for the help button on the bottom of your display.”

Toni leaned in towards the monitor. “Okay, I see it. So. How did your evaluations go and how was your first night with your man?”

I shrugged. “The evaluations went well except for the last guy who was a bit rough with me. But last night with my man, the sex was glorious! I’ve never experienced so much pleasure!”

Toni grinned. “It was the same with me as well. I don’t think I’ve ever come to such high levels of pleasure having sex as a man. The down side of this so far is that he didn’t bother to tell me his name and he renamed me ‘Kat’. It’s official. It’s on all my references.”

I smirked slightly. “Yeah. I was renamed ‘Girl’. Pretty original, wouldn’t you say? Hey, I’m planning on going to the spa tomorrow. Would you like to join me?”

Looking confused a moment, Toni asked, “Sure! That’d be great. But how do I get there?”

I smiled slightly. “Make sure you get your first four tasks done when you wake up. Ask your AI about more details.”

Frowning, Toni said, “I’m guessing this call is being monitored?”

I nodded at Toni’s image. “Yes. You probably should be careful.”

Toni said, “Figured as much. We’ll talk more in person tomorrow.”

Grinning, I said, “Sounds good. Hopefully see you tomorrow. Take care.”

The screen went blank.

To be continued…

I hurried through my chores. My coveralls were quickly ready for me to wear. And calling for a tram to take me to the Martian Mall was actually fairly simple. I felt excited as I exited the lift and started walking to the spa.

I saw her sitting at a little café outside the spa. I know it’s only been a few days since I last saw Toni, but it felt like forever since I’d last seen her. I shouted, “Toni!” and started to run towards her.

At my shout, Toni stood up and turned, flashing me a huge grin. We practically body slammed each other with a huge hug.

She kissed my cheek and exclaimed, “Melissa! What a sight for sore eyes! Or should I call you ‘Girl’?”

As we both took our seats at the small table, I said, “Call me ‘Melissa’, please. ‘Girl’ is rather generic and I’m sure there are a lot with that name.”

Toni laughed. “And don’t call me ‘Kat.’ I don’t know why they feel the need to rename us.”

I shrugged. “Well, we do belong to them after all. But hey, you look great. How did your evaluations go? How is your man?”

Toni shrugged. “It went well. I got a high rating. My man seems to be a decent fellow. He didn’t beat me or try to hurt me. He’s mostly quiet, though last night he got drunk and said some… well, interesting things.”

A woman who worked for the café walked up to us, interrupting my next question. She smiled brightly and asked, “Can I get anything for you ladies?” The woman appeared to be either in her late twenties or early thirties. She’d obviously survived her stint as a comfort girl. So why did she stay?

We didn’t have to worry about the prices as everything is complimentary for comfort girls. Toni smiled at the woman and said, “I think we’ll both have the breakfast specials.” She looked over at me. “Is that okay?”

I shrugged. “Sounds fine.”

The woman flashed us a friendly smile. “Yes, ma’am. It’ll be out in a jiffy.” She turned and hurried back into the café.

I sighed. “My man is rather tight lipped. What interesting things did yours say?”

Toni leaned back in her seat “Apparently Mars isn’t the only place with mining activity. Of course there’s the asteroid mining. You hear about that on the news occasionally. Horrible conditions though. But have you heard anything about outer planet mining?”

I furrowed my brow. “Mining on gas giants? How does that work?”

Toni waved her hand dismissively. “They all have moons, right? Some are pretty damned big. They’re harvesting sulfur from Io. And then there’s Ganymede. Mining operation there is almost as big as here. But nobody talks about it. Conditions are harsh and currently the miners are in open rebellion. The comfort girls they have are all conscripts – disobedient miners and soldiers who are forced into regen. So they keep it quiet.”

“Wow. I haven’t heard of any of that,” I said honestly. “If it’s so quiet, how does your man know?”

Toni took a deep breath. “Apparently he’s former military. He still has friends in low places. Plus, his brother died on Ganymede. Oh, and this info is all on the QT. Don’t repeat any of it.”

I chuckled. “No problem there. You’re my only friend here.”

The waitress returned with two large plates loaded with scrambled eggs and sausage. I wondered if the eggs were shipped here or if they had chickens on Mars. Apparently I can get these ingredients delivered to my domicile.

As the waitress set the dishes down, she said, “Here you are, ladies. Enjoy.” She turned and walked away.

I took a bite of my scrambled eggs. They were wonderful. I looked over at Toni and asked, “Why do they need all that extra mining?”

Toni talking with her mouth full said, “You’ve heard about the big military base they’re building on Europa, right? Even here on Mars, there’s the Heinlein development for colonization. The Mars A-TAKKS Corporation has their little fingers in constructing the space ships as well to explore the exo-planets around Alpha Centauri.”

I frowned at Toni. “Your man said all that? While drunk?”

Looking offended, Toni said, “You think I’m lying? Look, all that shit wasn’t even the strangest thing. I heard rumors about this, but never believed it.”

“And that would be…?” I prompted.

Toni leaned across the table and lowered her voice. “A century ago, there was an illegal mining operation on Mars to extract the same mineral they’re mining now. Only it was done in secret and they used child slaves as the labor. Even the prostitutes. It was discovered and they had to shut it down. They even nuked the mining site.”

I laughed. “Bullshit, girl. I heard stories of that a long time ago. No one believes it.”

Toni shrugged. “Believe what you want. I think it’s true.”

I patted my tummy and cut loose a very unlady-like belch. “Want to go relax in the spa?

Toni grinned. “Let’s go!”

I have to say it was pure heaven to relax in the warm water jets of the spa. I looked over at Toni and she was laid back, every muscle appeared relaxed. Both of us as well as other women in the spa were nude as there were no men around. I closed my eyes and mentally drifted. Oh how I wish I had made the switch to being a woman earlier in my life. The regen technology has been around a while, but I stupidly didn’t want to become a young girl. That and the high expense.

Toni giggled. “I wonder why the men aren’t allowed to have a spa just for them? It’s just mining, a couple of hours of rest and recreation and then back to mining.”

Not opening my eyes, I said, “They’d never get them back into the mines. I mean, would you go back after this?”

Toni smirked. “Hell, I don’t even want to return to my domicile. I have to make dinner and get fucked.”

I allowed myself to sink a bit deeper into the warm, swirling pool. “Same for me. Could be worse. Don’t you enjoy the sex?”

“Are you kidding?” laughed Toni. “I love the sex! But then, we’re conditioned to love it. Will we still love it two years down the road?”

“That’s why we get a new man every few months. So we don’t get stale.” I sat up in the pool.

Toni sat up as well. “Is that true? I mean, what’s the life expectancy of a miner? Does anybody leave this rock?”

Even in the warm water, I felt a sudden chill. “Well of course. Right? There’s a ship that returns to Earth every two months.”

Toni’s expression dropped to one of seriousness. “Ore ships. How many passengers? Ever hear anyone talk about getting a ride on one of those ships? Maybe this was a bad idea.”

I grunted. “Good, bad or otherwise, we’d been in protein reclamation by now if we’d stayed on earth.”

Toni stood up, water running off her body. “That’s true. But girl let me tell you. I don’t plan to stay in this section of Mars forever.”

I laughed as I stood up as well and started to step out of the water. “Going to apply for management? You still have your contract to fulfill.”

Toni began to dry herself. “You don’t have to fulfill your contract here. I’m going to try to get enough points that I get re-assigned to escort, fucking business execs and tourists.”

I shook my head. “I bet those business types all have tiny cocks. I’ve developed a taste for real men.”

Toni waved dismissively. “Me too. But that’s conditioning. Escort facilities have better creature comforts from what I understand.”

I nodded. “Sounds like a goal. I’m in.”

We hugged and then got trams to our separate domiciles.

To be continued…