freshen up

"Alright, Myron I think you can take it from here."
Myron grunted his assent. He was always edgy around the authority, having a rap-sheet longer than his arm. Which was quite a length considering the bionic additions he added to them.
But Not even Myron's ill-temper could get him down. Apart from the tidy profit he'd make from this trip, he was also looking forward to meeting Michelle, one-time business partner now settled on NA. She established herself with a comfortable business and remade herself as something of socialite. And she was throwing on one of her infamous parties, which knowing her, will quickly dissolve to an orgy. An orgy and another opportunity to make some more contacts.
He made his way to his private quarters to freshen up before his landing. He divested himself of uni-suit,standard spaceware, one smooth shock-absorbent (space travel is still rough after half-millennium) gelatin-like piece of material, before realizing that the lavatory facilities of his compartment were currently not functioning. Not a problem, he thought to himself, I could steep to use the common shower facilities. It was not below him to fraternize with his crew, especially if it’ll afford him the chance for a quickie. Perhaps he’ll run into Briana, the buxom engineering officer or Timmy, the cute timid twinkie internee/ensign. The thought was getting him hard and he studied himself in the mirror, congratulating himself on his physical state: naturally endowed with gorgeous cock, he had also kept himself in shape. His less then average height was compensated by packs of muscle. He gave his cock a yank and walked out buck-naked out of his quarters in the direction of facilities.