Eleanor's Luna Walk - Episode 1 of the Solaris Saga

By Jim Ore

Science fiction for blokes – that’s what you get. If you’re a bloke and you want action, adventure and the odd joke to liven things up this series is intended to keep you entertained as it follows a group of enhanced humans and aliens through various adventures; nearly all entities are represented as normal people doing reasonably normal things and this artifice allows you to follow extraordinary adventures that have never been described before through dimensions, Time and a couple of galaxies. We start with the real reason for space travel – sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.Bosley Publishing
• Release date: Nov 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9780992645830

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Eleanor's Luna Walk - Episode 1 of the Solaris Saga

Eleanor’s Luna Walk

AuthorJim Ore

Publisher                     C.Bosley Publishing

last revised edit & conversion to PDF for Google Books  2015-04-08

Conversion from Google docs to docx format for Kindle2015-04-12

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Text copyright            © 2014 Chris Bosley, Worcs. England,

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Word count this ep/ttl64,830 / 745,000

(A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library)

ISBN No.               978-0-9926458-3-0 refers - All rights reserved

Legal DisclaimerAlthough every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher&author assume no responsibility for errors&omissions. Neither is any liability assumed for damages resulting from the use of any information contained herein

Threat that you shouldn’t give this book away

It is usual at this point for an author to stress that this book should not be lent or copied as he, and his publisher depend upon sales to survive. However, as most of the Time I’ve just bought second hand paperbacks, for me to insist on this would be a bit two faced so feel free to lend this episode to another bloke as in fact it was meant to be free from the  start as is the way of our modern Times.

WARNING WARNING ! ! 

The Solaris Saga is written to entertain blokes and is not intended to be read by people such as the female of our species, who after a few pages will go and look for some poor bloke to take their anger out on, or necessary targets like politicians or lawyers or any member of the legal professions who can sue but I ain’t got nothing so they, as the mayor said, can fly off. As for whatever evil creature’s are in those money grubbing, evil, ruining bloody vans, well let’s hope my occasional references to this blight on society upset them nearly as much as the b*stards upset -

However -

Moving on -.

Acknowledgements 

The great heroes, the colossuses that stride upon this bedevilled planet and strive to make it better, that have been my inspiration and may be identifiable by my oblique references to their spectacular deeds or golden words. They have my sincere gratitude and respect which I hope this saga makes plain, 

thanks lads - Jim

ALSO IN THIS SERIES

Table of contents (interactive)

INTRODUCTION by Reg and the Lads

Chapter 1 – YOU DON’T WALK ON LUNA

Act 1 - Oh Dear

Act 2 - She Wanted a better Life

Act 3 - A Funny Accident

Act 4 - Terry and Tim, Sexy Bounders

Act 5 - Terry Tells All About the Tart

Act 6 - Two Managers Discuss a (Disguised) Alien

Act 7 - The Winers Discuss Big Boy Terry

Act 8 Our First Heroine, the Lovely Dr. Cropthorne

Chapter 2 - FIRST CONTACT

Act 1 - Shoot 1st, Ask Questions 2nd is Probably Best

Act 2 - Mr Walter Anchor, Scientist, Waiter & Juggler

Act 3 - Big Mandy Strikes Back

Act 4 - Drunken Female Sex Talk

Act 5 - Appointments and Assignations

A Message from the writers

Chapter 1 – YOU DON’T WALK ON LUNA

When you’re young and beautiful the world should be your oyster.

Not only was she young and beautiful, Eleanor was the nicest of girls who was also clever, talented and hard working enough to be become a Doctor before she was hardly into her twenties, and immediately be offered a prestigious position in the medical facilities on Luna.

But, despite every advantage, her life was misery, for a cruel, thoughtless boy, the most wonderful boy in the world, had broken her heart on her sixteenth birthday and from then on she spent every moment pining for him and wondering what she’d done to make him leave her.

Now, despite her desire to keep herself to herself and mope in peace, her life was about to be changed again for she’d been called to an accident in a lab in the industrial section of the Luna Base and the lab girls had begged and begged her to replace the injured party and do something for them that she really, really did not want to do.

From the goodness of her heart she reluctantly agreed to help out but the few brief hours that she would spend helping others would change her life and would lead to an event that would change it yet again - more completely than anyone’s had ever been changed before, and very much for the worse.

Act 1 - Oh Dear

The young Doctor Eleanor Cropthorne had studied emotions as part of her medical training and nowhere in that had she learned if it was actually possible to die of embarrassment.

Her Tutor-computer app had also confidently stated that it wasn’t, but as she tried to hurry up Summer Walk corridor towards the social centre of the bustling Luna Base one Saturday afternoon in 2036 with her frontage slowly bouncing from floor to ceiling in the low gravity then stood front of a crowd of shrieking, drooling perverts while Miss Ugly manipulated and electrically stimulated her frontage some more, and the shy, innocent young Eleanor desperately tried to imitate a Pole dancer with an audience of big tippers and the gas bill to pay, she’d never imagined she could feel so utterly embarrassed.

She prayed for this torture to end and seriously feared she was going to prove that her training, and the app, had been wrong, except that she was also worried that she’d ruined her dreams of Heaven and if she did die she would go straight to Hell - because she certainly wasn't going to get into Heaven dressed like this.

Then Ugly Girl who was responsible for this nightmare chose this very moment to zing our Elly’s nipples with even more high voltage ripples which made her despair even worse, and, as she tried to rally to stop herself bursting into floods of tears, her final defiant act was to stare back at the watching crowd of excited, cavorting perverts and voyeurs.

But our poor Elly was amazed to see that most of them were actually watching two more girls giving another display.

This was undoubtedly the second worst evening of her short life and Eleanor was desperately trying to concentrate on her bouncing, stimulated frontage, and on her clothing, what little there was of it, but was struggling desperately. The shoes were totally wrong; ten inch Porn Star Pumps are not for rushing in, even in this one fifth G, and were going to break her darned neck and that would be all the fault of Miss darned Ugly, while part of her clothing, the darned Skinskin, getting out of control was also Miss darned Ugly's fault - and her appearance – well that was all down to Miss darned U. too and was only stylish if you feel that low rent hooker on Sunday Morning discount rates  is an attractive style.

not so long ago working girls on Hollywood blvd

would have stared at me

a respectable doctor

done up like this

and remarked

that I was lowering the tone of the place . . . Eleanor thought.

Again her nipples zinged with rippling buzzes of electricity.

‘Golly Ruth ! Will you please stop doing that !' Eleanor snapped viciously at Miss U.

Basically Eleanor was stressed beyond any girl’s limits. For the last few hours she’d been forced into actions beyond her wildest imaginings in order to rescue the group of women that had been surrounding her up to the second from last airlock from financial disaster. All the lab girls were frantic with worry about the rapidly looming 18:00 deadline and kept urging her on and rushing her; and their language – crikey Mosses ! Even worse than her school friends - except Runner, he never, ever swore, just like her. They had been just so much alike ! Why had he left her?

‘Skinskins’ or 'Skins²

Skinskins is often written Skins² which comes from the idea of them fitting like a second skin, and they’d been dreamed up in the far back old days at the very start of spaceflight for the masses when a certain Miss Elly-Jo Scruggs of Scranton, [Ill.] (stage name Soleil-Soleil) had had a bright idea.

She’d tired of the stripper's life despite all its benefits - like the manager, a typical Male B*stard, casually saying that perhaps she should go on to waitressing as she was bound to put on a bit of weight at her age, and had had a bright idea for an invention she could patent after she became one of the early space flight pioneers, which in turn had come about because of a stimulating and productive three-way between herself, a Pornographer and an Entrepreneur.

She had seen a financial opportunity for bouncing boobs, other than her old bouncing ground of the pole stage, that no other girls had done despite their giving nearly as much thought to it through the ages as men, when she had been given, due to being on the ball, a ticket for an early civilian flight up to the, then new, G.O.S.H., or Geosynchronous Orbital Space Station Hotel.

This golden ticket included the now historic offer printed on the back that was being discussed avidly all around the world –

It wasn't a cheap experience and the rich that went first didn't know what to expect, except some sort of giant washing machine, and vacuums droning away everywhere.

While on the way back, as the little ship accelerated one way, then another, then fell, then turned over, then shuddered viciously, it occurred to Elly-Jo, who was a big girl, that something better than the average sports bra was needed, and on her return she bought the critical patent with some of the Euro-dollars that had been tucked into her G string over the years.

(Incidentally, you do know that clean sheets in space are no big deal? No need for fabulously complicated washing machines or dishpan hands. Stick them out the back door for a microsecond, shake, and total cleanliness is yours, as any protein molecule has been shattered into atoms by near absolute zero temperature. And with the added bonus that you don't have to hang them on a line to dry either, as any water molecule beats any protein molecule hands down in the space race to self destruction, leaving total dryness alongside total cleanness.)

(Washing up is different as its all boil in the bag stuff because you don't want sticky liquids or anything getting loose in zero gravity and splattering you in the gob, which why there’s the damn great vacuum sucking away.)

Space travel for the masses has so many of these spectacular advantages that weren't known in the early days that it would’ve got going sooner, except around 2017 there were so many people with a sense of entitlement beyond their worth taking ripping fortunes out of the money markets, and so many more queuing to join in, that a black hole opened up  where the workers’ money should have been and the First Great World Depression kicked in good to muck progress up a lot.

Act 2 - She Wanted a better Life

Elly-Jo was trying to change from the stripper life now that she wasn't quite so young any more as the B*stard had pointed out (although he was wrong, there's quite a market for the mature naked woman as most men actually value maturity and experience over nubile youth, mainly because they don't have to work so hard and might even get a thank you, or a round of applause, or a tip or, best of all, a cooked meal afterwards) and she hoped this might be her chance to step up to a better life. There were other things she knew she had to do to get ahead and she wasn't looking forward to what she might have to offer to do for the Pornographer, the one who had been engaged by the Entrepreneur to take her into space after the revelations of the three-way café conversation. That would be the most awful thing that she would have to force herself to do in her unremittingly tawdry life so far.

She made good money from her video because she’d made damned sure she had fair share of the take and a written contract first, but she had to make the video all by herself because Dick Disaster, the Pornographer, hadn't read the vital Guidance Manual that came with the ticket and, because he was expecting something different and hadn’t prepared at all, the flight took its toll on our Dick and he spent a miserable Time at the space station locked in the toilet, abandoning Elly-Jo to her own devices. But afterwards, as he was good at marketing as well as holding the camera steady with one hand, he printed and sold large quantities of her video demonstration of the real reason why scientists were so interested in getting into space.

The un-washed masses watched the video spellbound and now that you didn’t have to be a physicist to get the gist the race into space gathered pace.

The real reason for space flight

No, it's not the pursuit of pure science, the need for research and experimentation impossible planet-side, the advancement of mankind to other planets and on to the stars and a better life they try to give the impression of all the Time - no it ain't - nothing like ! Forget all that misleading load of high-fluting b*llocks - it's The Sex.

Forget all the Experts giving their considered opinions to give you the wrong steer; forget all the claptrap about man going to the stars for the advancement of the human race and the greater good of mankind; forget all the astronautesses looking demure and doing scientific things in front of the cameras - all the other b*llocks - effortless, comfortable, weightless sex is the important bit to the ordinary Joe - and what the scientists want to get their own turn at a.s.a.p. as soon as they can get on the next rocket. But they can’t help giving little hints ! When they let that pen stay up without effort think what it meant !

Space exploration used to take place for obviously valid reasons which the poor bloody taxpayer couldn't quite grasp, because they just weren't that obvious no matter how convincing the Expert was that was trying to justify the expense was trying to be. Now, thanks to Elly-Jo, The Huddled Masses too could see the advantages of no gravity when it came to sex and wanted their chance to try it. Her video showed the masses that space tourism was about space sex and turned the space funding from squeezing the reluctant taxpayer to keep stumping up for obscure scientific research at great expense, to him becoming willing to pay almost anything to get in line for his own space odysse.

The video was more decent than the one’s you make in private because it wasn't of anything below the waist, but of part of her stage act, the tassels part, without the restraining drag of gravity. Not all of the viewers quite understood the technicalities of how she did that fabulous display, but most people are keen to learn on this subject, or at least to study carefully and frequently, and everyone had their own theories.

A classic video

A classic video that people downloaded in large quantities was of some well endowed hooker, her face wasn't clear but no one would have looked up if it had been, showing what she could do when The Girls weren't dragged down by gravity.

Somehow she had got one of the first flights up to the space station and practised her stripper routine alone in front of a camera , and the video appeared on every porn site, news program, male night-Time app. (it was three minutes long so no male saw the end) and vicar's tea party. Everywhere you looked them tassels were flying !

And boy did them tassels fly high ! They flicked from side to side, they flicked up and down, they circled to the right to applause, they circled to the left to applause - and they contra-rotated to ecstatic silence.

Tits In Space was the start of whole new genres for the porn barons.

Skins²

Skins² upped the male interest, when it didn't think it could be more interested, in the upper front female department when They were released to fly free and unfettered in weightlessness as the Hooker with the Hooters had had training and experience, and muscles where you wouldn't expect muscles, to give an extraordinary, out of this world, display.

However Elly-Jo could see that the poor ordinary girl needed mechanical help to get anywhere near the controlled bounce, the super sideways shimmy, the deep rebound, the exotic and much loved sideways shimmy, the jelly on a plate wobble, the dreamy sideways shimmy, and if you were lucky, the wonderful sideways shimmy, that were possible in space; and the Rawhide Effect that the Skins² were so good at emphasising was the icing on the cake.

The masses with a few hundred thousand Eurobucks to spare took a flight, tried a rental Skins² because they weren't that cheap to buy, then got down to the real reason they had been shown spaceflight was for. Well, not actually down. No gravity means there's a lot of up – up in mid air - up on the ceiling, etc., and (and this is the big thing) more blood available for extra duties because it's not being pulled down into a feverishly struggling bloke’s feet and ankles, so a there is a lot more Up in the important trouser department as well.

In space, and freed of the relentless curse of gravity, men had never had it so easy, and women had never had it so often.

The Luna phenomenons of Loping and Bounding

Then around the '20's there began the fascination with Luna life and all its advantages; rapid expansion started around the crater the first tiny base began in and when the second generation ring of corridors was tunnelled through the Regolith there became enough room to start getting about quickly. Cruising the corridors  by Loping and the high speed sport of Bounding began and when videos started coming back of girls wearing and controlling their Skins² while loping, the fascination began to ratchet up.

And then her Lab scientists developed the first of the power assisted models, or Skins³ !

Imagine an old fashioned boob tube - but a much, much better fit, not reigning in but encouraging out - on a trampoline, in slow motion.

Men discussed the colours a lot while they rested their eyes.

Women tut-tutted at their men's obsession, and saved for their own Skins²to get their share of the attention, and if you were surprised at the women who’d had boob jobs before