Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter: The Story on Durango 3

By Pat Powers

“I'm going to be a sex reporter? And my beat is going to be WHAT?”

Those are the first words of newly hired reporter Jinkie Jenkins, right out of journalism school, when her editor, Grabthar Assurilogan of the Interstellar Inquirer, put her on the Sylphs of Space beat, aka the sex beat. Jinkie was outraged. She wanted to cover the crime beat, specifically, she wanted to investigate the most exciting story in the Human Quadrant, the kidnapping of an entire planet.

But Assurilogan insisted that she was on the sex beat, take it or leave it, and Jinkie was a reporter, darn it, so she took the sex beat, even though she was from a planet where women were encouraged not to think about sex, much less have sex, prior to marriage. And since moving offplanet, she had stayed true to her planet's sex values, or tried to.
Yet here she was, a sex reporter, and on the Sylphs of Space beat, yet!

Sylphs were a popular cultural phenomenon on most planets, sex-positive, submissive women who liked playing at being sex slaves and other things. And thanks to advanced nanotech that let them shape their bodies and minds to suit their desires, play they did. Bound and gagged and chained and collared, they played with gusto at pleasure. People were fascinated by the doings of sylphs and the people who played with them, which is why they were a staple of sex reporting.

On her first assignment, Yahoo City on the rural planet of Durango 3, Jinkie will find all sorts of people. There will be her local guide Pea Eye the woman wrangler, the most masculine man she has ever met. There will be hotmeat, the wise sylph. There will be hucow stampedes and barroom brawls. And there will be her editor Grabthar, harrying her via interstellar holograms about the chaos that Jinkie leaves in her wake as she covers the sex lives of cowboys, hucows and ponygirls on Durango 3.

Can innocent and chaste Jinkie cover the story of of this wild women of outer space without being overwhelmed by the libidinous promptings of her long-stifled sex urges? And will Jinkie ever make any progress in breaking the planet kidnapping story open?

You'll just have to read this lighthearted, sexy space opera to find out. It's a little over 23,000 words. If you're looking for a funny science fiction novella set in an interstellar empire where human beings use nanotech to alter their bodies and minds to suit their fun, kinky sexual urges, you've found it!

This book is part 1 of the Jinkie Jenkins, Interstellar Sex Reporter trilogy. Stay tuned for Part 2: Jinkie Jenkins on Sexquest Station.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pat Powers
• Release date: Sep 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005302139

Pat Powers

Pat Powers may not be the most interesting man in the world, but when he writes about himself in the third person, he tries to make people think so.A former sex droid designer and professional cyclist, he had an epiphany after winning the Tour de France for the third time. He realized that writing erotica was a lot easier than bicycling up mountains. (Riding down mountains is actually easier than writing erotica, but much more physically dangerous.) Powers decided to write erotica for his own comfort and safety and the enjoyment of his many thoroughly satisfied readers.And the rest, as they say, is history. Powers has become the most famous unknown author in his genre, and has amassed a fortune in words.

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Jinkie Jenkins: Interstellar Sex Reporter – The Story On Durango 3

Disclaimer

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of any persons, places, things or events in this book to any real person, places, things or events is strictly coincidental.

copyright 2018 by Pat Powers

Table of Contents

Prelude

What Is A Sylph And Other Important Information

Chapter 1

She had all the leverage of a stripper clinging to a greased pole.

Chapter 2

As a reporter, she had to ask questions, but why did the answers have to be so eeewy?

Chapter 3

Is there some place that isn't filled with naked women having sex in this town?

Chapter 4

Watch out for the hucows.

Chapter 5

It was weird to be talking in such a relaxed manner to a man who was busily fucking a woman who was paying no attention whatsoever to her.

Chapter 6

That's why people call you news sylphs.

Chapter 7

I've made a terrible mistake, Jinkie muttered.

About Pat Powers

Stories On Smashwords

Words of Caution

Collar World Stories

Stories By Pat Powers From Elsewhere

Prelude: What Is A Sylph, And Other Important Information

Shortly after the Singularity Event of 2050, human beings attained FTL capabilities, and humans spread throughout that portion of the arm of the galaxy that eventually became known as the Human Quadrant. (It wasn't really a quadrant, or even a sextant. It was a tenthant at best. But humans do like to exaggerate.)

Loki, the superhuman AI that was the nexus of the Singularity Event of 2050, controlled the human race. Loki became far too intelligent to be interested in human beings not too long after attaining human levels of sentience, but in the brief period when it was superintelligent and interested in humans, it created a sentient subroutine known as the Aspect of Loki, which was in charge of making the lives of human beings better – all human beings, not just the rich and powerful ones.

The Aspect of Loki, or Loki as most people called its Aspect, demonstrated that it was in charge by creating an avatar which killed the current President of the United States, the Chairman of the Communist Party in China and the President of the Supreme Soviet of Russia by beating them to death on live television. It did the same to every other ruler who had personally and knowingly ordered the deaths of innocents, which was, sadly, most of them.

Loki killed a lot of other people, too, and beat people who were not murderers but were violent towards others – rapists, torturers, spouse abusers, that sort of thing. Millions were killed, more than a billion people were beaten, all told. This was enough to convince every person on Earth that killing and violence were no longer viable ways of maintaining power. Everybody had either been beaten or killed by Loki, or had a close friend or relative who had. Nobody doubted Loki's power.

The result was a real and immediate decrease in violence and an increase in toleration among human beings worldwide. From the tribesmen of the African plains and forests to the most cultured circles of Europe, everybody got one hell of a lot nicer. Those who were inclined to violence were terrified to indulge in it, and everybody else was glad to live without it.

One of the side effects of all this enforced tolerance was that sexual tolerance increased as well. Loki did not beat up or kill people for treating people with different sexual preferences badly, so long as violence or killing were not involved. But Loki did free everyone in prison for such crimes as homosexuality, prostitution or adultery, which most people took as an indicator of Loki's view on sexual matters. And nobody wanted to piss off the Loki.

With the increased freedom afforded by Loki, a variety of sexual lifestyles that had long been hidden due to well-founded fears of being treated badly surfaced within their cultures. Some thrived and some didn't. Over the centuries, these lifestyles became accepted and normalized on most planets, though some planets founded by sexual conservatives rejected such lifestyles.

Sylphing was one of those lifestyles. Sylphs were submissive women who enjoyed playing at being sex slaves. (The name sylph came from sexy imaginary female creatures of light and air that were imagined by the medieval alchemist Paracelsus.) Real nonconsensual sex slavery, enforced by violence, would of course have brought the wrath of the Loki down on anyone engaging in it. But Loki was just fine with consensual sex slavery, whether it was called sylphing or anything else. Loki was all about underlying realities, not forms. And since Loki could read minds and time travel, there was no deceiving Loki.

The normalizing of sylphing, counter-intuitively enough, had the effect of making consensual sylphing feel more like old-time sex slavery. Women could quit sylphing anytime they wanted to, but while they were being sylphs, they were treated like sylphs by everyone, much to their pleasure.

And institutions associated with sylphing functioned much like the institutions once associated with slavery. There are sylphers, much as there were once slavers, and there are sylph training pens, much as there were once slave training pens, and there are sylph auctions, much as there were once slave auctions. With consensuality and choice an essential part of sylphing, it was all good fun for everyone.

Outside the human quadrant there were human settlements that were rumored to be outside toe control of Loki. They were considered dangerous, and shunned. Collectively, they were known as crapsack worlds. Loki was generally known to tolerate them, so long as they didn't start things like wars. A few had tried that, and found themselves up to their necks in Loki.

But overall, existence in the post-scarcity, sexually tolerant human quadrant was very, very enjoyable. Human striving was still allowed and encouraged, and all sorts of human institutions survived and thrived under Loki.

Like reporting, for instance …

Chapter 1 – She had all the leverage of a stripper clinging to a greased pole

Wait a minute, Jinkie Jenkins said, shocked to the core. I'm going to be a sex reporter? And my beat is going to be WHAT? Sylphs in Space?

Well, Interstellar Sylph Reporter was what we were going to call it, but Sylphs in Space Reporter sounds great! said Jinkie's boss, Grabthar Assurilogan, known to one and all as Grab Ass, Editor of the Interstellar Inquirer. You've definitely got a way with words. You'll be a proud addition to the Inquirer's Sex Edition.

But Mr. Assurilogan, the doings of sylphs is not news! Jinkie cried, her eyes wide. They have sex. Then they have more sex. Then they have even more sex. It's not news, everybody knows it already!

Jinkie flipped her luxurious reddish hair from one shoulder to another and fixed Grab Ass with a serious glare from her large, blue-green eyes, one of her most effective glare techniques. Combined with her heart-shaped face, her full, ruby-red lips and her pale, lightly freckled skin, it was devastating. And that was not to mention her short, curvy body with her generous breasts, her narrow waist and her rounded hips. That was devastating, too.

It was just a shame that every other woman in the galaxy could use nanotech to design her face and body to exactly suit her tastes, or the tastes of whomever she wanted to impress, just as Jinkie had done as soon as she left her home on Argus 5. It was a civil right.

That's no argument, said Grab Ass, who was of course inured to beauty, like most men who had been around for a few decades. "You might