She was petite, about 5’3, damned if she was over 105 pounds. Dark hair cut to frame her face. Small, swimmer’s body. She had a six-pack (she show...ed me). Deep brown eyes. It was hard to see her as a girl because of the gender-neutral hats, t-shirts and khaki pants we had to wear at the restaurant I managed. It was also hard to see her as a girl because she was my eighteen-year old employee, and although I was no old man at 22, I still had my standards. No favoritism, no harassing the female. I didn’t want to touch her bruises and remind her of the pain she’d suffered. I wanted to help her, not hurt her further.Danielle noticed my hand and moved over to press her face to it anyway. If she was in any pain, she didn’t let on about it. After rubbing her cheek in my palm, she turned her face to it, sniffed me and then opened her mouth and ran her tongue along it.The hand she had on my butt rose up and held the back of my hand, pushing my thumb down to point at her mouth. She looked up. However I have another option for you it is not a great option, but I think its better." Well I'm listening go ahead." I said"The Outpost needs someone to remain to keep it operational, one of us was going to do the job. However if you would be willing to do this job for us, we would allow you to return to the planet. There is a downside however; you would never be able to leave the Outpost you would need to stay in it for the rest of your life's."I sat on the table next to Patricia and tried. He came quickly to the point. “Meet me in the bar. I want to get laid.” My pussy started to drool. “Yes Ben, I’ll be there in a half our.” I put on a peasant skirt to hide my naked butt, slid my feet into some loafers, grabbed my purse and went out the door. All I knew was that Ben had called and I was going to get his cock in my pussy and maybe up my asshole as well. Nothing else mattered. I arrived at the bar and went inside to meet my paramour. He was sitting at the same booth in the back.