Jen, your hulking, female Amazonian weapons officer

"Oh, Jen," you moan, scissoring your thighs and picturing your musclebound, Amazonian weapons officer holding you down on the bed and having her way with you. You've had your eye on Jen since she joind the crew. She's ripped like a zero g muscle brawler from Creatin-12 and so tall she nearly qualifies as a giant. In certain light and from certain angles she looks very feminine, but on the bridge, with her muscles bursting from her tank top and denim shorts she is a masculine giant. You imagine her rough, but sensual, stroking your breasts and down your soft belly to your steamy slit as you plunge yourself with the thrumming Orgasomatix.

In your erotic fantasy she has you pinned to the bed with one big hand on your tits pressing you down into the soft bedding. Her other hand is wrapped around your ankles, holding them up in the air so that your pussy is crushed between your generous thighs. Her face is down there, her tongue plunging your pussy and flicking over your pink rosebud. The Orgasomatix is set to tongue mode, thrusting and licking away almost like a real person, licking your lower lips and leaking its artificial drool all over your swollen sex. The clit-sucker starts up and you moan as pleasure shoots through your body.

"Oh God, suck it hard, Jen," you cry, throwing your head back and squirming on the pillows.

"Captain?"

Your heart leaps into your throat and you realize the intercom is live and Jen is on the line.

"Uhhhh, sorry, I was...," you cough and clear your throat. You shut off the Orgasomatix and try to conceal your crease-clenching aftershocks of pleasure. "What do you want, Jen?"

"Scugg Bollox's ship is pursuing us. He has us targeted." Jen sounds angry. "He wants us to surrender. Our guns are operational and ready for your commmand."

"Bollox!" you cry and give the Orgasomatix a tug to release your clit from the suction cup with a juicy pop and a last shiver of pleasure. Scugg Bollox to be exact, the most vile, disgusting crime lord and **** trader in the entire galactic fringe. And you owe him a lot of money. Time to get dressed and hurry to the bridge, hopefully before Bollox enters weapons range.