Give in. For now...

Calvo bit back his protests and aimed the ship for Tau Ceti Prime. He knew arguing about it now would only put the women's guard up and make them suspicious of his motives for the rest of the trip. Far better to just bide his time until he thought of a new plan.

Unfortunately, now that the rush of escaping the merc ship had passed and he'd had time to let his surroundings sink in, he found that THINKING was becoming increasingly difficult.

Thanks to the cramped conditions of the cockpit, the lieutenant was wedged in to his left, peering over his shoulder to study the viewscreen, and Eighteen was just to his right, arms draped over the gunner's chair. This meant he could scarcely turn his head without getting a eyeful of luscious, gravity-defying tits straining through thin fabric. On a normal day this would be the exact opposite of a problem, but right now he needed to keep his head clear if he wanted to avoid going back to prison.

Eighteen was particularly troublesome, as her stiff nipples were clearly evident and literally inches from his mouth. And then there were the glimpses he couldn't help but catch of Twelve's pale, nude flesh, no matter how he hard he tried to stare straight ahead at the controls.

Calvo shifted in his seat, noticing his pants had become uncomfortably tight. This was no good. He had to FOCUS.

"How do you pull up the star chart?" Eighteen asked, a ripe breast brushing again his stubbled cheek as she leaned over him to examine the controls. As she did so her arm slid up off the back of the gunner's chair, the movement spinning it around to face him.

Calvo swallowed hard and muttered a distracted reply, painfully aware that if he shifted his gaze even slightly to the right he would now have a perfect view of Twelve's jaunty nipples and the dark mound of hair between her parted legs.

He lowered his head, screwed his eyes shut, and tried to think. Their little craft had no hyperspace capabilities, as it wasn't designed for long trips, so even flying at full speed, Tau Ceti Prime was a couple of days away. The fleet of warships was slight more troublesome though, as they were likely still somewhere in the area, and once they found out what happened and pulled in the fighter, he...

...imagined what it would be like to turn his head and take one of at Eighteen's cloth-covered nipples between his teeth, biting down gently and...

"Calvo?"

His eyes snapped open and he looked up guiltily.

"You're not falling asleep on us, are you?" Eighteen asked.

"Uh..." He thought a moment. "Yeah, I guess I was." Shrugging, he added, "And why not? As long as we're just flying in a straight line the ship won't need any special attention, and I can set the alarm to wake me up if the sensors detect anything, like your friends on the warships, for instance." He rolled his shoulders back, stretching as much as the tiny interior would allow, and yawned loudly.

"Why don't you two take a nap too? It's been a rough day for all of us, and I think we could use the rest..."

After a moment of discussion the tired women acquiesced, settling down as well as they the cramped space allowed, and silence gradually descended on the ship, broked only by the sounds of their rhythmic breathing.