Zampata: five crew members Sasha had sex with (and one she didn't)

6. Roman

There was nothing quite like visiting a Court to affect one's libido, Sasha had noticed. Even the most jaded of Valets and Managers seemed to feel rejuvenated when at Court, whether it was their home territory or if they were simply visiting. Sasha always chalked it up to two things, seemingly at odds: freedom and purpose. At Court, clients were free to pursue their fantasies and the Valets and Managers were essentially independent contractors, taking on whichever jobs they felt comfortable with. Since the guiding principle of the Court was pleasure, it was easier not to feel guilty about pursuing it. Valet initiates were trained from day one to regard their bodies as sources of joy, not shame, and if there was an act or kink that a client asked for that wasn't familiar, it was viewed as a learning experience, not a failing. Likewise, for clients, being in a place devoted to pleasure often absolved them somehow: at Court, they were encouraged to focus on themselves, their delight.

All Courts, large or small, minimalist or ornate, evoked that sense of relief and release in Sasha, but some locations were simply special. She had a soft spot for the Court where she trained and the one where she was ordained a Manager, of course, but some of the Courts run by former classmates and co-workers were among her favourites. Her class had come up in a time of flux, and while the Court system had always been progressive by nature, Sasha was glad to see her generation ushering in even more changes. Maryse's Court was leading the way in many respects, so when Zampata had a job that took them near Ouelle, she naturally suggested stopping in for a visit. "You must remember Miz and Maryse from the Circuit," she had told Roman as she tried to convince the crew to stop over for a night or two. Like Sasha, Maryse had also transitioned from fighting to Valet training and had also achieved Manager status, but after having two children, she decided to retire and take on more of a leadership role. Miz often joked that she was at Court just as often, but their budget for clothing had doubled since now she was wearing clothes for most of the day.

"I didn't realize so many women from the Circuit went into Valet training," he had replied. "Is that... common?" He had done his best not to glance over at Becky and Bayley, likely because he didn't want to lose his best fighter and his prized mechanic.

Sasha hadn't answered that part, mostly because she didn't know. There was more of a cross-over than she would have expected, probably because the Circuit women were already in good shape, used to taking care of themselves, and had grown used to a nomadic lifestyle. "I think it would be a nice break for all of us," she had said instead. "We've been cooped up on Zampata for a while, so everyone's pent up. A little pleasure will do everyone some good." She knew she would likely get Becky and Seth on her side. The mercenary and the pilot were already fucking, but Sasha didn't think most of the crew were aware; a Court visit would give them a chance to sneak away and have some true privacy and a far more comfortable bed to enjoy. Dean seemed to be able to take sex or leave it, but he would likely vote in favour of a Court trip just to make Roman blush. Bayley wasn't as overt with her sexuality as the others, but Sasha knew she often enjoyed what the Courts had to offer. It was always Roman who was the holdout, even though she knew he had hired Valets from time to time. Just never her, much to her chagrin. Whenever Valets asked her about her captain, Sasha always cited their code of privacy, but in reality, she had never even seen him with his pants off—and definitely not for lack of trying.

"Is there anything else to do around there?" Roman had asked, sounding wary. "Circuit tournaments, cafes, stuff like that?"

"Of course," Sasha had scoffed. There was no way someone as sophisticated as Maryse would set up shop on some remote rock without any amenities on hand.

The vote had gone her way, thankfully, and Dean wasn't with them—having chosen to go to a fight in hopes of joining in—but the rest of Zampata's crew was there, waiting in a sitting room to be greeted by Maryse personally. She swept in dramatically, a vision in gleaming gold and winter white. "Sasha! You look amazing, as always." She embraced Sasha warmly, kissing her cheeks before stepping back. "We're so happy you could stop in and visit us. We're always glad to have old friends here. Whatever you like is on the house tonight!"