S2-ENF-006 - SCIENCE

“That’s right, girls. Scrub all the science gunk off that hyperdrive.”

The green-skinned Martian woman, with a beehive hairdo, a gingham skirt and bellbottom space jeans, stood at the edge of the parking lot in the Alpha Centauri All-Nite Interstellar Truck Stop and watched with interest as Special Agent Donna Scilly and Security Officer Carol Song, both clad in nothing but soap bubbles and water-soaked panties, used sponges and buckets of warm water to clean all the miscellaneous grime, goo, ooze, muck, slime, sludge, residue and jelly off her gleaming chrome starship, which happened to bear a curious resemblance to a 1972 Chevrolet Corvette. “You get up in them grilles, girls,” she hollered, in an inexplicably Southern accent. “And don’t forget to rub them titties on the cosmic windscreen! That’s what I’m payin’ the good credits for! Yeehaw!”

“I was only doing my job,” complained Scilly, her soapy boobs gliding over the spaceship’s polished metal surface, her peachy backside wiggling in her clinging yellow panties as she bent over to laboriously scrub purple mud out of the vessel’s hubcaps. (She wasn’t sure why it had wheels.) “I’m a US federal agent, and you’re clearly operating outside the boundaries of American law.”

“Well, now we’re operating outside the boundaries of Planet Earth,” snapped Carol, iridescent bubbles dripping from her own full dark-nippled breasts, plump toned backside exposed by the lime green thong that she’d happened to be wearing at the time of her abduction. “This is why I hate dealing with civilians.”

“How was I supposed to know that quantum pervert blob operated a truck stop?” The parking lot was full of gleaming vehicles, some of them a little more exotic than a 1969 Chevrolet Corvette. Space truckers, some humanoid, some tentacle beasts or masses of goggling eyes, hung out by the car-wash station, nudging each other and giggling and taking pictures on their space phones as the shamefaced, coldly furious girls from the Artemis containment team set about their new career as the galaxy’s number one topless car wash squad. “And how are we going to escape?”