Back Room Cast Couch - Woodman Tube Casting May Not Exist!

Part 1 can be found here... Part 2 The biosys upload was already working overtime to acclimate me to the gravity and the microbiology of the station. It makes you feel a bit feverish when the biosystem is working that hard, and in some respects it was good to be naked given I felt really warm, though getting used to my boobs bouncing as I walked was going to take some adjustment. I passed a few people in the halls, and sure enough, they glanced at me, but no one stared. Even when I got into the elevator, most people just stared ahead. There was another guy in the elevator wearing running shorts and just a towel over his shoulders as well, his sweat smelling of cologne and making me have some very fun thoughts. By some of the people’s glances at him, I wasn’t the only one thinking like that. Out in the Belt, or any high contamination environment, it was so much easier, if someone liked you, you’d eventually be in a nice tight space, stripped down, looking for release after a hard day of work, and instead of Mr. Running Shorts strutting, his hard cock would be grazing your ass as you misted off rock dust, or the brunette eying his ass would let him fuck her in a bar booth while some drunk spacer crooned bad pop music in a karaoke work zone bar. Hell, half the fun was doing things just right so that when your guy or girl came, they didn’t squirt out into the dance floor in low gee. They couldn’t all be like the doctor, right? Just as I couldn’t have been the only person on JL9 who had worked in a high contamination environment or in the Belts, though they sure acted like it. Three decks down, I found the communal showers and almost did a double-take as I saw that they were divided by gender. It was a huge waster of space and resources, but Jupiter orbit had plenty to spare. Men and women, some in robes, some fully dressed, looked at me, some giving the same quizzical look the doctor had during my exam. "I’m new to the station." I said to nobody, grabbing a towel and heading into the women’s showers, ignoring the mutterings of ‘spacer’ and more detailed insults. Inside, the showers were divided into stalls with privacy doors and everything. I was used to sonic misters, the poor cousins of showers, crampt and truly communal, men and women using them together, up to six at a time, usually helping each other wash the hard to reach places. Without heavy gravity, hands had to do a lot of the work of moving water and dirt, though sometimes that was its own fun. Spacers did know how to use their hands…and fingers. I hung up my towel and stepped into the shower stall. It was giant for one person, and I knew it would take a little more time to get used to the amount of space and physical matter these big stations could waste. It was a great luxury, and I turned on the water, luxuriating further as the water pulsed at me from multiple angles. I took my hair out of its ponytail and washed it twice, feeling the suds course over me, my hands slippery over my breasts, moving down to my bush, washing that just as well. My biosys made grooming easy, among many other bodily functions, but feeling clean, hot soapy water and all, was better than the rational knowledge that nanobots kept you mostly clean. My hand lingered between my legs. My biosys kept my hair from growing anywhere I didn’t want it, but I liked the look of the dark triangle of curls between my legs, fashion or not, even if I kept my actual pussy bare. I looked at my wrister, seeing there was no real daily limit to water use, and started touching myself in earnest, aligning one of the shower spays so it helped with the process. I moaned, my fingers focusing on my clit at first, but I leaned against the warm tile wall and started using my other fingers inside me as well. I started coming, surprised by how loud it was in the shower stall, being used to the sound baffling of smaller environments. "Are you in distress, Kirin?" Jupil said from my wrister. "What?" I muttered stretching back out under the water and feeling revitalized. "Your heart rate was elevated, and you cried out." "I was coming, Jupil. I haven’t been in a real shower in a long time, and I was flicking the bean, as they say. No need for alarm." "Oh. Yes. Masturbating. Sometimes autonomic response can mimic medical conditions. I should tell you that masturbation is considered a private activity on the station. The showers are a public area. I’m fabbing you a personal shower room as we speak, so this won’t be a problem in the future. It will take a few hours to complete, though." "I think I can contain myself until then. I didn’t break any rules, did I? We had a minimal privacy compact at my last job. Sex in public wasn’t considered appropriate, but behind walls, or at least somewhat hidden, no one cared." I turned off the water and let the blowers reclaim most of the water. "As I understood it, there was no privacy compact on this station beyond standard rights. "Any area but quarters is usually considered public on JL9. Please refrain from masturbation or intercourse in public areas. You’re new, so no fine will occur this time, but I have registered several complaints from people who have heard you climax. Please ask in advance if you are unsure of the rules. We do not have a system standard privacy compact, but the corporate privacy compact on this station is comparable to a standard medium level compact." "Hmm…I didn’t know that." I thought about what I’d done so far. A medium compact wasn’t much different that 21st century morals, with all the religious and government interference included. "So was the doctor lying to me about being naked in the halls?" I asked. A medium compact didn’t usually allow nudity in public spaces. I opened the shower door and stepped out to dry my hair with the towel. Another woman came out of the shower across from me, already in a robe. She glared at me, and I knew it had to be because of my rather vocal orgasm. "I don’t want to make a bad impression." I said quietly to my wrister. "Nudity is permitted, but not condoned, in most areas. For example, public showers, locker rooms, and several other areas, you may be naked, typically for the obvious reasons of changing or bathing, but it’s not considered polite to linger or stare. It’s more that you were breaking a social compact rather than a regulatory one. The people on station have come to a consensus that keeping sexual characteristics covered leads to less distraction. For example, of the twenty-three men you passed in the hall and shared an elevator with on your way to the showers, seven of them got erections after seeing you, two women of fourteen showed signs of arousal, and of that total population, three people were late for appointments." "Well, I guess I look better than I thought." I laughed. I sat on a bench and dried off my feet before putting on my slippers. "I don’t understand it myself, Kirin, as I see everything. I watch and monitor everyone at all times. I know more about you people than you are likely conscious of yourselves. None of you are abnormal with regards to human behavior or physicality so—a moment, Kirin." Jupil’s voice paused. "You are wanted back in medical." Jupil said. "I would suggest wearing your towel, at least." I sighed. I had wanted to go back to room and sleep a little, but you always answered to the doctor. "I’m going, boss, I’m going." I stood up and threw the towel over my shoulders. It somewhat covered my breasts, but I wasn’t going to pretend I liked the stuffiness of the station so far, or the fact that they conveniently hid their unofficial privacy compact from their job listing. "Kirin," my wrister called out as I stepped into the halls, "it was my intent to suggest you wrap your towel around your naked body. All of your sexual characteristics are still on display." "My nipples are mostly covered, I think." I said. As I said that, a man with a data pad almost tripped as he turned to look. "But Jupil, please feel free to keep track of how many people I turn on." "I am always monitoring, Kirin." I laughed again, heading back up to the doctor’s suite. AIs were funny in their sincerity. To be continued... sumstory