The Transporter Room

Quickly, but not so quickly that you draw attention to yourself, you make your way to the transporter room. Hopefully you can convince the transporter chief to beam you back down. Otherwise, you'll have to either distract him or incapacitate him. You're still working out in your head what you're going to say when you come around the corner and see zh'Thracia's lovely lackies Thompson and Dixon about to turn in your direction. Quickly, you duck down an adjacent corridor and pretend to be very interested in a nearby maintenance panel.

"It's about time, Rogers! I was afraid I was going to have to check all these transporter circuits without your big 'tool' to help me," you hear a woman's voice say. Looking over to the Jeffries tube past the maintenance panel and half-hidden behind a screen, you see a slender woman with golden tan skin and straight black hair wearing the same red two-piece uniform most of the women on this ship are wearing. She's halfway up the angled tube with her back turned to you. She turns her head to look up at you, and a look of surprise crosses her face.

"Wait, you're not Rogers. What's going on?"

Quick! Time to think on your feet. "Um... Rogers couldn't make it. He, uh... he sent me in his place."

She eyes you suspiciously. You try to smile convincingly, but you're pretty sure she's not buying it. To your surprise though, she just smiles.

"Yeah, that sounds like him. Well, you're in luck. I'm almost finished here, but I have some buffer time to spare. Just give me a minute to bring these transporter circuits back online..." She turns back to her work and grabs a large three-pronged tool. Using the tool to make some final adjustments to the circuitry in the wall, you hear the whirring sound of systems coming back online. Setting the tool back down, she turns her head to you again and smiles.

"There. Now how about you come up here and use your tool on me." Her hands move behind her to flip up the back of her skirt and pull her panties to the side as she spreads her legs on the ladder rung inside the diagonal tube. Your mouth waters involuntarily as you catch a whiff of her sweet sex. The rational part of your brain is screaming for you to run into the transporter room and beam off this crazy ship, but your newly uncaged and stiffening cock has other plans. Every carnal instinct in your body is telling you to go fuck the shit out of her, but you don't know if you'll get another chance to sneak into the transporter room and hopefully get back to where you belong if you do.