Girl #16180 is my ongoing erotic serial. This week, a teaser for part 4, where we catch up with Girl #16180 as she arranges for a ride off station. As always, this falls under out adult category, as explained on our about page, judge from your own seat.

Six days ago we were on Geneforge station, doing a bit of recon, and looking for solid work. I was at the Seven Sisters when the woman I call Helen — for reasons that will become obvious — walked in. It was day shift, and she was dressed like a little corp-girl up for a night out. She was out of place — dressed completely wrong, and way too beautiful for a dive like that.

For that matter, she was way too beautiful for the club outfit she was wearing. The red heels — too high for anywhere with more gravity than a station — were shiny, trashy fuck-me pumps. Oh, they were designer and expensive, and I suppose that made them okay for work — but anything with a heel that long just says “lay me down and grab hold,” if you ask me. My thoughts weren’t pure, that’s certain, I wanted to get her out of those clothes and pull her hair down to my crotch and make her lick me.

Judging by how quiet the bar got when she walked in I wasn’t the only one thinking such thoughts.

But I was the one she walked up to.