Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Gerard was awoken at dawn, and he was quite annoyed. He was a broker by trade, dealing in the selling and trading of asteroids in the Nokias system. Today was the second day of his vacation. A vacation well deserved and quite expensive. Gerard paid a major amount of credits to come to Hedonism X, a major amount of funds that should have guaranteed him all the decadent pleasure he could soak up. Instead, he had to fight a zogging duel. Russell awoke at dawn and enjoyed a second's peace before he remembered the duel. His peace died instantly, the memories of the awful night before washing over him. He sat up, and wondered how a lowly server like himself was involved in dying this morning. He came to Hedonism X for work and the best he could do with his brutish face and small frame was that of a minor waiter. The awfulness of his possible death threatened to paralyze him, but he looked down at the empty bed beside him, and steel formed in his heart. Killing or dying would be easier than dealing with Cori's death. Gerard consulted with his fellow brokers as he ate breakfast. They were useless. Oh, they had lied successfully to the authorities over how the barmaid had died; at least they were good for an alibi. They were just useless when it came to getting him out of this damn duel. The law on Hedonism X was clear. Have as much fun as you want with no fear of morality, but if a man challenges you, you must accept the challenge. Russell smiled to himself as he thought about the law. It was the only smile he allowed himself that morning. The law was meant to keep rich socialites from being too annoying with one another. It was meant to keep things civil between the rich with the fear of death. It was never meant for an employee, a zogging server at that, to be able to avenge his wife's honor by killing a customer. Laws can be funny things. As Gerard stepped out on the street, he couldn't help thinking about that slitch barmaid. It was weird to him. Here he is, standing on some street on an alien world about to be killed by ancient lead throwing firearms, and he couldn't help smirking about how nice the barmaid felt. He loved her big brown tits; his mouth was getting moist just thinking about it. If only the slitch had went home with him he wouldn't have to dodge flying metal this morning! When Russell walked out onto the street, his thoughts were of Cori too. He kept thinking about her cocoa skin. He wanted to touch it again. He wanted to feel her sensual softness as he hugged her. He wanted to taste her lips, and more than anything, he wanted to see her smile. Russell realized for the first time in his life, just how much love was in Cori's smile. "At the bell of the clock, you may fire gentleman!" the sheriff's deputy called out. He was feeling important. The sheriff had decided to skip what had become known over night as the "Server's Duel", and that meant the deputy has to be in charge. That meant he had to tell the bystanders to get behind the safety glass, and he had to check pulses. All of these were big deals to the deputy. Gerard grunted, anger constricting his tongue. All he did was make a pass at some barmaid that he groped! It's not his fault the slitch slapped him! She deserved to be punched after that, she started it! Disbelief mixed with his anger. What were the odds of her hitting her head on the table like that? It was a fluke of bad luck! The stupid server should have just apologized for his girlfriend slapping Gerard and instead the zogging server was trying to kill him! Russell saw Gerard grunt, and Russell's heart beat faster. They had chosen their guns from the deputy, and were at the required fifty paces. They had six shots, and could fire until all six were shot. Russell was unaware of the gun on his hip, for his mind was still on sweet Cori. He knew he should be thinking about the clock tower, but he couldn't shake Cori from his heart. She only died yesterday, and Russell could swear he could still smell the sweet scent of her dreadlocks. Gerard squinted as a gust of wind hit his face. This was even more unfair! Duels should account for wind! Russell felt the wind hitting his back, and he thought of Cori's light kisses that she gave him yesterday. He shuddered as he remembered her naked body pressing against his. Her heavy breasts had pressed against him, her nipples prodding him to turn around. Russell smiled as he remembered turning and taking one of Cori's big brown nipples in his mouth. He recalled the moans Cori made as he sucked hard on her nipples. He sighed at the way she flexed her back as she drew back just slightly, but not enough to remove her from his mouth. Gerard felt his bladder about to burst, and he prayed that he didn't piss himself in front of everybody. Russell's ears perked up. He swore he heard Cori's moans. It was exactly the same moan she gave when he dived down between her dark thighs and suckled at her private place. His tongue found a trapped pubic hair, and he spat it out. Cori always shed during oral sex, and Russell knew he would be finding her tiny black hairs for days. Russell's' tongue was still a bit sore from yesterday. He had worn himself out flicking his tongue inside Cori, outside Cori and around Cori's little button of joy. Even his lips were numb from sucking on her little clit. Gerard failed. He whimpered, as a patch of hot urine became visible on his trousers. Russell shifted slightly as his pants became uncomfortable. His cock was surging with the memories of Cori. He recalled how she had ripped his server's pants off, tearing the regulation uniform in her passion. He still had to mend those pants he remembered. He didn't have time yesterday. After Cori had ripped his pants off, she had mounted him. He sighed at the memory of her hot sex engulfing him. Russell loved Cori for mounting him, she always so primal when she did it. It made him feel desired, wanted and so much more important than some server on a paradise planet. Gerard bit his lip. He was trying to concentrate while the crowd laughed at his wet spot. Russell's hips wanted to move as he stood on the street. He could almost feel the impact of Cori's thighs, just as he had the day before. His chest clenched at the thought of her hands on his chest, supporting herself as she bounced on his cock. Russell closed his eyes, so he could better see Cori's face as their groans matched in tempo. Her lips were pulled back, flashing her white teeth that contrasted with all the other colors of her body. With his eyes closed, he could see her smile again as their orgasms joined, merged, melted and exploded together. It was the last smile she ever gave him. The clock tower rang, and Gerard drew his gun. He dropped the weapon. He hurriedly picked it, grimacing as his piss shifted on his pants. He picked it back up, and squeezed off three shots at the idiot server who just standing there. All three missed. Gerard cursed his fat fingers for shaking. The first shot that was fired was heard dimly by Russell. It coincided with Cori's shout of bliss. The second shot was in harmony with Russell's own cry of orgasm. The third shot was odd; neither of them was saying anything yet there was that loud noise. Cori looked down on her lover and smiled at his confusion. That was when he remembered where he was. Russell opened his eyes and saw the man who killed his love. The server drew his gun slowly; his body feeling strangely refreshed. He took aim, and shot Gerard in the chest. Then he shot Gerard's fallen body five more times. "The Server wins!" the deputy declared. The bystanders and tourist rushed past the safety shields to congratulate the server. Russell shook their hands and accepted their praise. He kept the phone number of one businessman who offered him a job. Russell wasn't sure what kind of job it was for, but with Cori gone, he had nothing to keep him on Hedonism X. He accepted the offer of the crowd to go to a bar to celebrate. He walked carefully, for while Gerard had shot at him, Russell had ejaculated. It was his orgasm that gave him the calm he needed to kill Gerard, and Russell wondered about that. Did Cori fuck him again to say goodbye, or help kill her killer? Russell decided he didn't care why. He was just glad to see her smile.