Miri Gets Her Uniform

“Miri, huh?” Bone scratched his chin thoughtfully, regarding the blushing young woman standing awkwardly in his cabin. Riley had grown quite used to the sight of the Captain and his slut lounging about in the nude, but Miri was clearly uncomfortable, doing her best not to look at the pair.

“I can keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble,” Oliver offered.

“Hmmm,” Bone stood up from his bed, beginning to circle around the prospective crew member. “Skinny little thing,” He noted, “You ever sail before, Miri?”

The young woman shook her head, looking directly up in an attempt to minimize the amount of naked Bone she had to see, “This is my first time on a boat. I can swim, though! Sort of...”

Bone hummed thoughtfully. “That outfit will definitely have to go,” He mumbled, picking at the her rags with disgust.

“Um,” Miri wiggled in place uncomfortably, “But I don’t have any other clothes.”

Bone shrugged, stalking back over to his bed and sitting down next to Johanna. “Fine by me.”

Riley gave a sigh of disgust, “I can loan her something from my wardrobe.”

Bone rose an amused eyebrow, “Oh? I thought you were still in favor of tossing her.”

The navigator gave a shrug, “I can see that you’ve already decided to keep her. No need for her to run around naked if she doesn't want to.”

Miri perked up at this, whirling around to face Riley. “Thank you, miss! I’ll make sure you don’t regret this and I’ll be sure to treat your clothes well and we can-”

Riley covered the girl’s mouth again, sighing, “Can we at least consign her to the brig at night?”

Bone nodded, pulling Johanna into his lap, “That sounds reasonable. When she’s not working or sleeping, get her learning the ropes. If she’s still around in three days, she’ll sign the contract.” His decision made, he began openly running his hands along Johanna as his cock slowly grew to attention. Riley recognized this as a sign of dismissal, and she and Oliver marched a very-nervous Miri out of his cabin.

“Alright, my cabin next,” She instructed, opening her door and ushering the others inside.

Miri’s nervousness faded to excitement, then back to nervousness as Johanna’s sighs of pleasure started coming through the wall. Doing her best to ignore it, she looked around Riley’s cabin. “Wow,” She said, glancing at the numerous scroll-tubes, boxes, and loose papers, “You have a lot of stuff!”

Riley ignored the remark, opening the chest that contained her clothing. “Mhmmm. Get undressed, girl. Let me see what we’re working with.”

Miri shifted uncomfortably, but still reached for her shirt, pulling it over her head. She was slender and wiry, and she certainly had smaller breasts than any of the other women, but Riley had to admit that she was attractive in her own way. The navigator began digging through her wardrobe, having an idea of where to start, at least.

Miri glanced over her shoulder to find Oliver looking away, which she appreciated. She assumed that he would sneak at least a few glances, but at least he was attempting to be courteous. She let her trousers drop to the floor next, leaving her standing in a simple pair of grey panties. She didn’t have to wait long, though, as a bundle of fabric hit her square in the face once Riley found what she was looking for.

“Try that on. I’ll get you a belt.”

Untangling the fabric, Miri identified it as a shirt and eagerly pulled it on. It was comically large on her, of course, but Riley descended upon the young woman and began tugging it into place. “Hold still,” She growled, applying clothespins and pulling Miri’s limbs into awkward poses, “Oliver, get over here and help!”

The young sellsword hesitantly approached, and Riley quickly put him to use. Oliver found himself unwillingly groping and pawing at the poor girl as Riley pinned together fabric, rolled up sleeves, and tied on a belt. When she finally stepped back, the oversized shirt had magically been transformed into a cute, if somewhat short, dress.

Riley circled Miri for a final inspection as Oliver scurried out of the way. Satisfied, the navigator gave a sharp spank to Miri’s barely-covered rear, making her yelp. “You look good,” Riley decided, “We can get you more clothes when we come into port next. For now, take care of that one.”

Miri was flustered and breathless and a little confused, but she gave a short nod. “Yes, ma’am,” Miri squeaked, not wanting to imagine the horrors Riley would visit upon her if she disobeyed.

Riley gave a final satisfied nod, then gestured towards the door. “Good. Now go make yourselves useful somewhere. And Miri?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Welcome aboard.”