She can leave port on her knees, is what she can do.

'Oh, I've got lots of ideas on that front,' you answer, after a moment spent admiring the half-naked woman in front of you. 'If I were you, I'd remember my suite number, because you'll be coming here often, I suspect...'

'Yes, Sir...' You can see the lines in Karen's face shift as she speaks, watch the trepidation and fear slip through the many cracks in her attempt to project calm. She pouts openly, and almost backs away as you reach out to touch her, before saving herself at the last minute.

Still, you feel the shiver run through her as you unclip her bra and take it from her, tossing it into the farthest corner of the room.

'Kneel at the end of the bed, Karen,' you maintain a strict poker face even as you glance down to take in her small breasts, deliciously firm and pert on her chest. Her nipples, already hard, are perfect pink peaks, screaming out for your attention. It's almost a tragedy when Karen obediently turns and, after a hesitant first few steps, places herself on her knees beside your bed.

Sliding in after her, you waste no time in unzipping your pants and pulling your swelling length into the open air, almost face to face with the kneeling woman. Flinching, she nearly pulls away, but you're hardly going to allow that at this juncture, and a hand in her hair guides her head gradually lower, until she has **** but to open her mouth and take your tip.

'You give me a warm, wet welcome,' you grunt, as Karen's tongue contacts the head of your cock, and you feel the ship begin to move, the vibrations of the engine a faint buzz coming up through the floor. 'That's how you can serve me...'

Karen whimpers, her fingers knotting in restless patterns in her lap, but she gets to work regardless. Her head bobs in your lap, an auburn-haired bundle of sexual pleasure, mouth working your shaft with a sort of utilitarian speed. She wants to get this over with, that much is certain, but you can't exactly bring yourself to care; so long as she gets you off, there's not really a problem, is there?

Speaking of getting off, though...