Business before pleasure!

Then:

"Lieutenant Daghur, reporting to service", Luke said as he saluted his new commanding officer, sitting behind a cluttered desk, who immediately waved him off.
"At ease. Walk with me, I'll give you a tour of the company and introduce you to your platoon", the older man announced, getting up and grabbing his beret. Luke nodded and followed.
"Your platoon is in great shape as lieutenant Sihvonen was an excellent officer. Such a waste", the captain said with a hint of emotion and Luke could only nod. Nobody had told him what happened to the man he was replacing. They exited the command quarters into warm drizzle outside.
"So don't worry about becoming the best platoon leader in the regiment just yet. Just get your feet under you and get to know your platoon. Your sergeants are all experienced lads, been in the Regiment for years, so you can count on them. Ah, here we are", the captain pointed at a single-story building painted olive green.
"Shall we then", he said and opened the door. Luke swallowed and clenched his fists twice before nodding and stepping through the doorway, his shoulders tense.

Now:

Luke stepped through the doorway, posture easy but eyes sharp. Outside, the streets were empty—no curious onlookers, despite the weather being relatively mild for Novaya Zemlya.

"Alright, follow me, girls," he said, leading the way. Amaterasu trotted right behind him, with Macha and Metzli side-by-side, and Aslög bringing up the rear. Their breath misted in the chilly air as Luke kept glancing at building signs, steering them through the town. Behind him, Amaterasu's breathing grew steadily heavier, and he shook his head ruefully.

"Ama, remind me to start endurance training with you," he said without turning.

The short-stack huffed indignantly.

"It's no problem! The box is just awkward, that's all!"

"Sure it is," Luke chuckled. "Anyway, you'll be happy to know—we're here."

He pointed ahead at a snow-dusted, two-story building. Few windows dotted the upper floor; the ground level was solid, save for a wide door beneath a sign advertising food, drinks, lodging, and "entertainment."

Inside, a hallway stretched toward a central staircase. Several doors branched off to different parts of the building.

"There's the lounge and bar," Luke said, stepping toward it—just as the door swung open and a bear of a man barrelled out, black beard swallowing half his face.

"Luke! Speak of the devil!" the man boomed, arms wide for a crushing hug.

"Alexei. Good to see you," Luke grunted, bracing for impact. The bear-man's embrace squeezed the air out of his lungs.

"Aslög! When are you dumping this old fart and joining my crew?" Alexei roared, stepping toward the silver-haired woman.

"Uh-huh, not happening. I like my ribs unbroken," she shot back, nimbly sidestepping him.

"Before you draw any more attention," Luke cut in, "where do we drop the goods?"

"Right! Come on, this way," Alexei said, throwing open a side door to reveal a storage room.

As the girls filed in to drop their boxes, Alexei made half-hearted attempts to cop a feel—each time deftly intercepted by Luke.

"My friend, you are too possessive!" Alexei complained dramatically. "Such beauties, and you won't share even a little!"

Luke only shrugged, though his eyes held a hard glint as he locked gazes with the bigger man. For a long second, the temperature seemed to drop even further. Amaterasu, Macha, and Metzli exchanged looks with Aslög, who casually signalled them to step back.

"Bah! Have no fear, ladies!" Alexei boomed, breaking the tension with a slap to his meaty thigh. "Alexei only teases old friend Luke! Come, come—let's eat and drink!"

Luke relaxed, posture easing once more.

"I won't say no to that," he agreed, following as Alexei herded them forward.

The lounge turned out to be surprisingly cozy. Colourful rugs and tapestries warmed the walls. A few patrons lounged around a vidscreen, half-watching a sports match. Alexei steered them to a large round table, then bellowed an order for food and drinks at the bar—drawing every eye in the room their way.

"So much for subtlety," Luke muttered.

"Did you forget his nature, Captain?" Aslög teased.

"I'm an eternal optimist," Luke sighed.

The food was a pleasant surprise—fresh fish, expertly prepared.

"Yes! A new marvel indeed!" Alexei said proudly, catching Macha's delighted reaction. "Only four months ago, we finally got fishing operations working! Eat, eat!"

While the women eagerly dug in, Alexei returned with a tray of drinks, including an oversized stein for himself. He seated himself beside Luke and took a long swig.

Then his voice dropped low:

"There’s an urgent job for you. No jumps required. One target. Usual proof."

Luke kept chewing his fish, thinking carefully before replying.

"What's the catch?"

Alexei took another hearty gulp, his eyes lingering a moment too long on Metzli licking her fork.

"Augmented. Former professional. Expects trouble. Plus—a dozen mining pits where he could be hiding."

Luke grimaced.

"That's seriously bad news. Can I think on it 'til morning?"

"Of course, my friend. Will you stay here tonight?"

Luke nodded.

"Also—could we get a room upstairs for a few hours? The girls could use a place to crash."

"I'll do even better!" Alexei said, clapping Luke on the back. "After you eat, I'll take you to the baths!"

Amaterasu practically dropped her fork.

"You have a proper bath here?"

"Oh yes! Proper bathhouse! Geothermal! Unlimited water! Enjoy yourselves—Alexei will pay, as thanks for delivering my goods!"

The girls cheered in unison.

"The others are going to die of envy when they hear about this," Macha grinned.

True to his word, Alexei led them just a short walk away to a real, proper bathhouse. He paid the attendant for exclusive use, tossed them a wink and a lecherous grin, and departed.

Inside, steam rolled over the tile floors.

"Oh my, this is paradise," Macha sighed, sinking into the hip-deep water. She moaned aloud as she submerged up to her shoulders. All five of them were fully naked, the steamy air wrapping their bodies like a warm blanket. Amaterasu’s colossal tits bobbed lazily on the water’s surface as she paddled about. Aslög was the striking contrast: athletic, compact, her firm breasts standing proud on her lean, muscled frame.

"Alright, girls," Aslög said, striding to the center of the pool, hips swaying.

"Hands and knees. Asses up. Let's make it easy for our Captain," she ordered with a wicked grin.

Giggles filled the bath as the squad of temptresses lined up, bare asses high and eager. Luke could only smile proudly at the sight—four different, equally irresistible invitations.

He didn't need asking twice.

With a groan of pleasure, he ran his hands over them, admiring the bounty laid before him.

"Have I told you girls how much I love you?" he teased.

"Hmm, maybe once or twice?" they giggled.

"Well, let me show you again," he said—and grabbed Amaterasu’s hips.

One long, steady push, and he was buried inside her, drawing a deep, throaty moan from the ultra-busty brunette.

"Ooh yes, Captain, give it to me," she demanded, tossing her thick hair, sending droplets flying.

Luke built a steady rhythm, hips slapping water, Amaterasu's generous form jiggling delightfully with every thrust.

"Mmm, that looks delicious," Macha purred.

"Can't wait for my turn," Metzli agreed, licking her lips.

Aslög said nothing, too busy slipping a hand between her thighs.

"Alright, let’s keep it moving," Luke said. He pulled free from Amaterasu—earning a frustrated growl—and slid into Macha with a slick, wet sound. Her pussy welcomed him eagerly, and her sultry moans only fuelled his hunger.

After a dozen deep strokes, he switched to Metzli, giving her plump ass a playful smack. Another dozen pumps, and on to Aslög, who simply arched her back in silent invitation, showing off her feline flexibility.

"And round two," Luke grunted, moving back to Amaterasu as she shimmied her hips invitingly.

Around and around he went, fucking each girl in turn, spanking them now and then "just to spice things up," he chuckled to himself.

Each moan, each whimper, each shuddering gasp built higher, a chorus of pleasure echoing in the steamy bath.

"Come in my mouth—my turn," Metzli begged, kneeling before him with wide, pleading eyes.

Luke grinned.

"Alright, I’m getting close."

He stood in the center of the pool, Metzli taking his cock between her lips, hands firm on his hips. Amaterasu slipped behind him, pressing her mountainous tits to his back, her hands spreading his cheeks. Luke gasped aloud as her tongue teased his rim.

Macha stood, offering her luscious tits for his kisses, which he eagerly accepted.

"That's it, you filthy sluts," Aslög moaned, finger-fucking herself with abandon. "Serve your Captain like the good little whores you are."

Luke’s climax hit like an avalanche.

"FUCK—YES!" he roared, emptying himself into Metzli’s hungry mouth. She hummed in bliss, drinking him down greedily. Aslög shuddered, crying out as she pushed herself over the edge.

Spent, Luke collapsed backward into the hot water, a satisfied grin stretching across his face. Amaterasu and Macha flopped down beside him, cuddling up, while Metzli made a show of swallowing every last drop. Aslög eventually crawled over, joining the pile.

"So, do we have a new job?" Aslög asked once she'd caught her breath.

Luke nodded, still basking in the afterglow.

"And a tricky one. Not sure if we should take it."

"Alright, spill it," Aslög said, glancing around the steamy room. "Doubt anyone's bugged the place."

"Sure, I'll tell you. Afterward, let's get dressed and head back—Alexei promised us a room to rest before heading up," Luke said.

Macha perked up immediately:

"Ooh, does that mean we can fuck again, but in a proper bed?"

"If you can get me hard again, I don't see why not," Luke chuckled, stealing a kiss.

"We could get a dead man hard if we wanted to," Amaterasu boasted, and laughter filled the bath.