Proximity alert!

Calvo was having a beautifully erotic dream, in it he was in a luxurious villa overlooking a sparkling sea. Wealth and opulence surrounded him as he reclined on a low couch clad only in a kimono made from the sheerest Centauri silk. Eighteen, Twelve and the Lieutenant were there too, dressed in diaphanous scraps of cloth that did nothing to hide the guardwomen's nubile bodies. The three women were pandering to his every whim. Eighteen sat behind him on the couch and his head rested on her pillowy breasts as she fed strawberries and other fruit dipped in cream directly into his mouth from hers, their lips brushing tantalisingly with each morsel. The lieutenant was seated on the floor near his feet, her hot lips kissing and sucking his toes. Twelve's head was busy at his crotch, her mouth diligently sucking his rigid shaft.

The sleeping Calvo smiled beatifically and stretched in the pilot's seat of the stolen pirate fighter, his head lolled forward and he jerked half awake. Still groggy he wondered if he was still dreaming as he felt movement against his obviously erect cock. He opened his eyes a fraction and looked down. A slender bare leg was draped across his lap with a dainty foot pressing into his crotch. In front of him a second bare foot was braced against the edge of the control panel and from his right came soft whispers and sighs.

He turned his head slightly and saw that Twelve had turned around in the gunner's seat and Eighteen had twisted herself round the chair's back to suck at her lover's pert breasts. Eighteen's hand was between Twelve's slim thighs, her fingers buried to the knuckle in the smaller guards bushily haired quim. Muted wet noises came as the fingers twisted and delved in the little guardwoman's tight cunt. As the petite Twelve writhed in ecstasy from her lesbian sweetheart's ministrations, her foot caressed the unmistakable bulge in the front of Calvo's pants.

Calvo strained to keep perfectly still and give the sapphic lovers no hint that he was awake. Twelve's toes were kneading his throbbing prick through the coarse material of his uniform. Calvo was certain the guardwoman's actions could not be accidental, Twelve could obviously feel the stiffness against the sole of her foot and be perfectly aware of what she was doing. He wondered if perhaps this was her way of showing her gratitude for his gallant rescue? If so how far would she go to show her appreciation if he could somehow find a way to seperate her from her collegues?

This pleasent train of thought was rudely interrupted as a warning sounded from the control panel, it was the proximity alarm! Calvo started up in his seat as Eighteen and Twelve scrabbled to disentangle themselves. A flailing heel caught Calvo squarely in the testicles as Twelve tried to twist herself back into the gunner's chair. Clutching the controls as he grimaced with pain, Calvo struggled to see what had triggered the alarm through his watering eyes. Reaching for the scanner console his face collided with Eighteen's huge breasts as she twisted around and he spluttered for breath as the enormous mounds of firm female flesh threatened to suffocate him. Unceremoniously he manhandled the blonde amazon's chest as he fought to get a clear view of the control panel.

"For fuck's sake woman!" He yelled, muffled by the meaty mounds obscuring his view. "Can't you keep those things under control?"

"Hey!" Eighteen cried indignantly. "It's not my fault they built this shitty tin can without a gravity generator."

The lieutenant had woken with the commotion and her voice joined the din inside the cramped cockpit as she berated Calvo stridently for laying his hands upon Eighteen's wayward tits. After a hectic few seconds order was restored and Calvo studied the scanner readout. Nearby a large target was adrift in space, appearing on the scan to be an asteroid. Something caught Calvo's eye though, according to these readings there was an energy source associated with the target. It was very low level and only detectable at all due to their close proximity, but it was unmistakable.

The merc-pirate fighter was equipped with a state of the art sensor package, the pirates probably used the small craft as a scout and had fitted it out to gain as much information as possible on prospective victims. Calvo turned the ship to carry out a near pass of the unidentified object and ran a comprehensive sensor sweep as they flew past. He slowed as he approached the target and Calvo and the guardwomen were able to get a good look at it with the naked eye.