ICE - Chapter 1

An early morning in mid summer, Beka Lomaxx pulled her Cadillac SR-XL crossover to a stop in the drive thru ATM in front of the Kane National Bank in Messina , Issa State . Beka applied a little extra lip gloss and then buzzed down the window. She was in the shadow created by the bank building but in The Bowl on the planet Kane Alpha, with its two suns blasting down, it was baking hot in the shade. Even with the SR-XL's climate control rolling on full combined with the effort the bank made at air cooling around the ATM it was furnace like.

Beka was a fat hottie who worked as Reception Manager at Tiberco Research. Like every vain woman on the Corporate Worlds planet she worked hard to keep her weight up and at age forty she was fully porked up. With pudgy fingers with long fake nails she keyed in her identification number and waited excitedly. Her job at Tiberco paid a decent enough salary but she was hardly rich. But that was about to change. Beka was expecting to see a million Corp dollars sat in her checking account.

After a moments thinking time the ATM flashed up her balance. Beka’s eyes bulged. She wasn’t rich at all; instead she was at her overdraft limit. Sweat began to roll down her chubby cheeks. Beka clicked ‘cancel’, pulled her card out and pushed it back in again. Once again she keyed in her identification number and the balance popped up. It was the same overdrawn number. She followed the same process a third and then a fourth time with the same result.

“Oh shit…”

Behind her a line of early morning commuters had formed. Horns honked. Beka pulled her card out a final time, gunned the gas and headed out of the drive thru. The middle aged bimbo’s head was spinning. She’d been offered the chance to make millions if she gave her bank details to the Gold Investment Group on a planet called Waypoint 10. Beka didn’t have a clue where Waypoint 10 was but after a months worth of communication she’d understood they needed a Grade A Corporate Worlds citizen account to wire through a large sum of money they had obtained. In return for the use of her bank account they would pay Beka a million Corps. Instead they’d cleaned her account out.
An expert would have seen the scheme as money laundering, a smart person would have called it a scam but Beka was too greedy and dumb to think of either. Frantically she opened up the comm link to the Gold Investment Group and pressed dial. Three rings later the familiar voice of Montgomery Gold said:

“Hello Miss Lomaxx. How are you today?”

“Where’s my money!!” shouted Beka.

“It’s in my bank account” said Montgomery .

“But…but…my million…”

“It’s a scam Miss Lomaxx”

“What?”

“I’ve stolen your money. I take thousands off stupid Corps just like you every month.”

“But, I’ve got no money now an’…”

“That’s your problem.”

“But I’m…”

The line went dead. Beka tried calling back but the call rang out. Approaching a red light the Cadillac’s automatic “anti-crash” kicked in and stopped her. Without it she would have slammed into the back of a delivery truck in front. Beka tried to think. Far from being rich she was stone cold broke.

“Oh shit…” sighed Beka again.

Honking horns behind brought the broke babe back to the present. The light was on green. Accelerating she caught back up with the delivery truck. Beka looked at the time; 7.30am. She was supposed to be at work for 8.30. Fully expecting to be rich she hadn’t dressed for work. Now she really needed her job. Taking the on ramp for the skyway she headed out to the suburbs and home. Stopping outside her condominium complex she waddled as fast as she could into condo, squeezed herself into a cream white skirt, a black satin top and a pair of heels. Then she wiggle waddled as fast as she could back to the SRXL, gunned the gas and took her place in the morning commute traffic back into Messina .

With luck she would make it back to the Tiberco Research office in time. But what the hell would she do for money? Beka had a few credit cards that weren’t maxed out and that would get her through the week but then she had her rent, car payments, loan payment and tax all set to come out at the end of the month. Beka groaned; this was going to suck big time.

Messina was a small city so the rush hour was no big deal. Beka made it to the Tiberium Building ; the only skyscraper in downtown. She managed to haul her fat ass into the elevator and made it up to the fortieth floor, clocked on and took her place behind the reception desk. Her belly rumbled. With all the excitement Beka had missed breakfast.

That wasn’t good. Being hungry pissed her off almost as much as being broke.

As Imogen Cassidy-Ekhardt, or ICE to her friends and colleagues, walked across the Tiberium Building parking garage she sipped on her Galaxybucks coffee and headed toward the elevator. She was a petite, Aurellian geological researcher who worked for Tiberco Research. With billions of dollars to be made from tiberium mining she constantly researched new and more efficient ways of discovering and mining the precious mineral. She stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for floor forty. Dutifully the elevator rose up out of the underground parking garage and up alongside the tower. ICE sipped her coffee and checked out the view.

There wasn’t a mass of tall buildings like Kane City or any of the other big cities on Kane Alpha but rather she could see the unimpressive downtown, some suburban sprawl, the skyport and then the tiberium mine that gave Messina its reason for being. Beyond that was the wide open desert spaces and a bright, clear, blue sky. Located in The Bowl region of Kane Alpha’s continental land mass Messina was below sea level and was consistently baking hot. The Bowl itself was the size of an entire continent on old Earth and had been created millions of years ago, way before humans arrived, when an asteroid slammed into the planet. ICE mused on that for a moment; she loved reading history and understanding how things worked. She guessed that character trait made her a good researcher.

The elevator reached the fortieth floor, ICE turned from the view and stepped into the reception foyer of Tiberco Research. A branch office of the giant, trans galactic Tiberco Corporation the office filled a floor of the building and housed the research and management for the corporations activities at the Messina and southern Bowl area. There were three hot, fat Corp dimbulbs sat at reception. Two girls in their twenties and their manager Beka Lomaxx; they were bitches but ICE had a thing for fully fattened up Corp babes.

“Hi girls” said ICE as she approached.

She was met by three smug smirks. A petite, somewhat geeky Aurellian researcher and she wasn’t the sort of person a group of Corp hotties wanted to hang out with.

“I ordered you all your usual Galaxybucks” said ICE “they’re delivering them up in about five minutes.”

“Awesome!”

”I want, like, the double caramel frappucino with the…ummm…whipped” said Beka.

“That’s what I ordered you” said ICE.

The three reception hotties exchanged another smug smile as ICE stepped into the main research lab.

“That Aurellian runt is, like, sooooooo totally frigging into our fat asses!” said Skyla.

“Yeah babe! She’d kiss our fat asses!” laughed Beka.

“Totally…like…”

“We’re so hot.”

“Oh yeah…”

The conversation flowed around their hotness, then the Galaxybucks droid delivered their calaorie bomb frappucino’s and finally with the clock at 9am the working day proper started. Beka was parked on her super sized ass answering phone calls, booking meetings for executives and dealing with anyone who arrived at the office. Her financial issues stayed at the back of her mind. A total of twenty thousand Corp dollars had been cleared out of her account and then her five thousand over draft had been maxed. She could get by until her next payceck if it wasn’t for the ten thousand she owed the Corporate Worlds Internal Revenue in taxes. Every Corp citizen knew it was really bad to miss a tax payment. That would open a whole can of nasty worms ending with a potential stay at a labour camp. Beka really didn’t like that idea.

Lunchtime rolled around and Beka hadn’t figured out a solution to her financial problems. She called her bank and asked for a loan but they’d turned her down. Then the bank had asked when she’d clear her overdraft. Beka had then called the tax office and asked for an extension on her due date but they simply said “no” and made it clear she had to make the payment. She’d even called both her ex husbands and asked for money; they’d ignored her call. The situation was getting desperate. Her salary was $60,000 Corp Dollars a year. That was $5,000 a month. With all her living costs she was way off target.

Sat in the food court in the basement of the Tiberium Building , Beka was opposite Skyla and gulping down a Mega Burger meal.

“Your like totally quiet today Beka” said Skyla.

“U-huh” grunted Beka between mouthfuls of burger and fries.

“I guess that like totally slammin’ deal ya got to make ya a millionaire didn’t…like…ya know, work out?”

“No!” snapped Beka.

“Chill hun” said Skyla “I like totally know how bummed out ya feel. I like had the same awesome opportunity but they, like, took my money and stuff and I was way broke.”

A smarter person would have wondered why Skyla hadn’t thought to mention this when Beka had told her about the plan months back. But neither bloated bimbo was the sharpest knife in the drawer. Growing up on a rich Corporate Worlds planet they had lived in a world of “me”, “more” and “now”. Ever a material girl Beka focused on her friend’s brand new Dodge Challenger muscle car. She seen it in the parking garage and was jealous.

“You just bought that frigging awesome Challenger” protested Beka.

“I’m money good now” said a smug Skyla.

“How?”

“Can you keep a total secret?” whispered Skyla.

“Yeah babe, I need to make some fuckin’ money, like, fast!”

Skyla reached into her Gucci handbag and pulled out her Apple data pad and logged in. The fat girl placed the pad on the table and turned it round so Beka could see the screen. Gulping down a final bite of burger Beka focused in. The screen showed logo for ‘Logan Companions’ and then an array of body pictures of Corp and Aurellian girls in sexy poses. The text read:

‘Logan Spaceport escorts are available at Logan Companions, covering the entire spaceport including domestic, inter planetary and trans Galactic terminals and a special VIP on board service.

Our fantastic selection of ladies of all ages and races to suit all tastes. All photographs and descriptions are accurate. We pride ourselves on introducing you to who you have asked for!

Check out our “Available Tonight” page to see who is available. Or if you know your schedule pre book. Once you’ve chosen a lady call our reception team who will arrange for our Logan Companion escort to call you to arrange a mutually convenient time and venue.”

“I’m not letting some drunk sailor up on Logan fuck me!” protested Beka.

“Nooooo, Companions is like high end so they’re all business guys and CEO types, y’know?”

“How much do ya make outta this?” said Beka.

“Ummm…between like a thousand and two thousand Corps a night.”

“Wow…that’s awesome! But, its…ummm…like y’know…escort stuff and that’s kinda illegal?”

“On planet totally, yeah” nodded Skyla “but on the spaceport its cool.”

“I gotta do this!” rushed Beka.

“Ya must need the money?”

“Yeah, the assholes cleaned me out.”

“Wow that’s a totally the same frigging deal as I got” said Skyla.

“So what do I do now?” asked Beka.

“I’ll talk to the guy who runs Companions and he’ll like wanna do a video call with ya.”

“Okay.”

Lunch finished and Beka wiggle waddled her way toward the elevator. Fattened up as she was and it was an effort to walk in her skirt and heels. Her thick thighs rubbed together with each step and her ass swayed from side to side like a giant pendulum. That was the thing with getting fat and hot, thought Beka; it was cool until you got to the point you could hardly waddle. Beka could feel the “mobility assist” implants she’d had kicking in so she wasn’t out of breath but the sheer logistics of hauling her porked up curves around was a challenge.

ICE, meanwhile, had popped out of the Tiberium Building and braved the heat for lunch. After eating a salad at a specialist deli the petite researcher stepped back into the climate controlled foyer of the Tiberium Building . For a moment her $5000 designer glasses with built in comm link misted up before the auto clear kicked in. She scanned the foyer from left to right and checked out several fattened up Corp office chicks waddling across. First off she gawked at a glamorous executive in her pin striped suit who was heading for the food court and then she focused on Beka Lomaxx’s ass. She was headed for the elevator in her exaggerated wiggle waddle.

“I’m not gonna have a problem catching your fat ass up” said ICE to herself.

Catching up fast ICE checked out the ass. Beka was wearing a skin tight white skirt that clung to every curve. It was a material that combined spandex with cotton and gave the wearer that tight, packed to bursting look whilst still allowing them to move. There was also an additive of Tiberium in the material. ICE’s mind wandered for a moment. The modern galaxy truly ran on tiberium; from powering giant trans galactic space craft to tiny extracts in material that allowed fat Corp women to show off their curves. Truly it was the most valuable and precious mineral ever.

ICE blinked and focused back on the ass. Tiberium and ass were the two dominant thoughts in her world.
The skirt was short and showed off Beka’s tanned and fat thighs. Her top was black, satin and skin tight. It squeezed her blubber in and showed off her giant hooters. ICE knew that the pressure of Beka’s huge tits on the jackets buttons forced them to pop open as the day progressed. Something ICE was prepared to bet the office bimbo was fully aware of.

“Hi Beka” chirped ICE as she pulled up alongside and slowed down.

“Huh?” grunted Beka,

“Good lunch?”

“Yeah” nodded Beka.

They stepped into the elevator. ICE struggled to think of a conversation point. It was a challenge. Beka was dumb and couldn’t talk about geology, history or any of the topics ICE found fascinating. Equally there was the natural tension between a Corp and an Aurellian. In the world of Tiberco Research ICE was a hot shot researcher and Beka was one of the bimbo’s on reception. But ICE knew that Corp’s always thought they were better than Aurellian’s, even if they weren’t, and that resentment was there.
ICE looked away from the blonde’s huge, top bursting tits and out of the elevator window at Messina . As the elevator began to rise she said:

“Doing anything interesting over the weekend?”

“Ummm…”

Beka worked on a response. She could hardly tell the Aurellian that she was registering with an escort agency called Logan Companions and, hopefully, getting paid to fuck. Her brain kicking into gear she eventually said:

“A quiet weekend, y’know?”

“Cool” said ICE “I’ve got tickets for the Opera opening if you’re interested?”

“The what?”

“Opera.”

“I’ll pass on that” said Beka.

“Your loss.”

“Yeah” said Beka with a sarcastic tone.

Arriving on the fortieth floor the doors opened and Beka parked herself back behind the reception desk. ICE smiled and headed on into the research lab. Mentally she replayed Beka’s fat waddling ass, her huge tits and her hot Corp chick attitude. She was so completely over sexed and delicious. Problem was she was also so completely not interested. There had to be a way of getting her into bed?