Meeting the crew

Her father was a strong believer in making his own way in the world, so aside from the ship, he had not given much else to his daughter. In his own words: Go find your own crew! Of course, Cindy had been more than happy to agree. Her father’s crew was a rambunctious bunch that cared more for fighting and drinking than seeing her prance about in her skimpy outfits. (Though in reality, none of them dared to make a move on her for fear of incurring her father’s wrath.)

She ended up bringing over only three members from her father’s motley bunch.

• Helen, an older woman who was an experienced navigator, and had also served as a sort of mother-figure cum older sister to a young Cindy.
• Cole Coleman, also known as C2, a Dworf with an uncanny knack for tinkering to work as the ship’s mechanic, armorer and handyman.
• Erskine Ravel, a Brutagian, who was actually rejected from her father’s crew for his excessive **** but ended up getting poached by Cindy to work as armed muscle.

The first of her crew she spotted was Helen, who was sitting at the ship’s dashboard already preparing for departure.
“Hey Cindy, looking good.” The buxom woman gives her slutty captain an approving once-over and licks her lips.

Cindy flushes as she recalls how Helen’s talented tongue had brought her to many an orgasm in covert darkness of those long nights while her father and his crew drank themselves silly. In fact, she owed a lot to Helen for helping her sneak around under her father’s watchful eye and explore her inner slut once she had come of age.

Helen herself was an absolute looker, with porcelain skin and exquisite features. Cindy swore the raven-haired woman must have some alien blood in her given how youthful and gorgeous she appeared, but despite their closeness, Helen always kept mum about her past. Nonetheless, she was the first to volunteer to join Cindy’s fledgling crew and the blonde considered Helen her closest friend and confidant.

“Everything good to go?” Cindy asked, trying not to stare at how good her DDs looked in her tight silvery jumpsuit.

“All systems running. You nervous?” Helen smiles at her, ever perceptive of her young charge’s emotions.

“A bit.” Cindy admits.

“Well I know a way we can get rid of those nerves.” The black-haired beauty smirks. “But sadly we’ll have to wait till we get to hyperspace before I can leave the terminal.”

Cindy pouts and turns to leave, making sure to give Helen an extra sexy view of her heart-shaped ass, letting her know just what exactly she was missing out on.