Choices

One of the medical techs in full quarantine gear approached Shannon's pile of clothes. To her shock he pulled out a laser and incinerated her clothes!

"HEY!" She yelped. "That was mine!"

"Standard quarantine procedure Shannon." Burgman said. "We'll have to incinerate everything that may have been contaminated. So please remove your remaining clothes so we can destroy them.

"What?! Are you crazy?" Shannon yelped. "I'm not stripping naked! Ha, I bet you'd like, that, wouldn't you!" She almost shrieked in an accusatory voice.

"Shannon, don't be absurd." Burgman stared her down. "I'm doing my job, insuring interplanetary protection by not allowing dangerous microbes on board my ship. you can either ditch your clothes and obey full quarantine procedure, or stay here. Though, if you decline this rescue I doubt we'll be sending another one!"

Everything he said was true, though Shannon still felt there was some secret motivation for this. He wanted her discredited so she'd stop moving up the ranks ahead of him. Or he was just a pervert and wanted her naked. But, she couldn't just strip! Her only alternative was to stay on this planet though, now with just her bra and panties! Perhaps there were other space faring lifeforms she could find and bargain for a ride off planet with... but perhaps not. Could she make that gamble?