"Whatever Mr. Hix wants, my dear," Admiral Pendolo said as the three walked through a hallway.  The sexual cries of nearly a dozen humanoids could be heard from different closed rooms.  There were clicks and moans, frenzied bellows and outright but unintelligible yelling, but they all accompanied the same discordant clap of flesh smacking flesh as the spaceport denizens banged the afternoon away.<br/><br/>The three entered one of the rooms.  It was a small empty cabin with a sleeping slab at the center and a chair in one corner.  The Admiral sat there and pulled his cock out.  It was of an average size, perhaps pudgier than it should be, but it would be all right after he took his pills, right?  Yeah, it would be.<br/><br/>Hix stood at the doorway, seething with sexual rage.  He shook off his coat and it fell at his feet behind him.  Then he forcefully removed his belt buckle.  His boots then came off.  Finally he stepped out of his pants so that he stood there half-naked, with his well-endowed member standing so erect that it looked as if the muscle would rip apart the skin covering that massive organ.  Standing there, still in his tunic, his legs set apart, he grimaced and stared at Jen.<br/><br/>"Kiss my cock," Hix ordered.