A pair of twins need passage

You leave your hotel room, changing into one of your more flattering flight outfits. Another flight suit but this one unzipped revealing a plain black top two sizes too small so it shows off your athletic body and just about keeps your sizable tits contained. The fit of this flight suit was also much tighter than the previous one, hugging your ass tightly and when it was hard your cock was nicely framed against your leg. It was a little showy, but you felt it would help you secure an extra point on your short hop if you convince someone to join you on the journey.

You stop for a quick breakfast, idly taking a few basic transport requests, that would cover the fuel but not much else. You had hoped for some passengers but it didn't seem like you had the fortune of having some tourists miss their flights. Still, it was only half a standard day's travel so it shouldn't affect your standing in the bet too badly.

Making your way down the docks idly browsing the higher point value targets and thinking of ideas where you might run into some of them and how you could charm your way into their pants. You suddenly hear a commotion, raised voices coming from the passenger section. Being curious and an oppertunitst you were, you decide to go see what the fuss was about.

Rounding the corner you see a balding man going red in the face shouting at two red-headed girls who can't have been long out of college by the looks of them.

"I don't care what happened to you both, no ticket, no passage," The irate man yells.

"But please, we can't miss that show, our friend can pay you when we get there," One of the girls pleads.

"The answer's no, for the last time," The man yells. "Now unlike you, the rest of my paying customers have places to be," He yells before striding off down towards one of the passenger shuttles.

"Piece of shit shuttle, you should be paying us to ride on it anyway," The other girl yells as the man slams the hatch shut with a crunch that makes you wince. Nothing like damaging your own ship to make a point.

You watch the shuttle fire up its retros and lazily float out of the docks, while the two red-heads watch on in annoyance. "What are we going to do now Sis?" The one of the left asks.

"I dunno, no way we're missing that show thought, just hope the next shuttle pilot is more reasonable," The one on the right replies.

"Wouldn't get your hopes up on that plan, there's a reason they're the ones driving the pieces of shit," You interject with the confident tone.

"Oh, and what's it to you lady?" The red-head on the right asks.

"Damit Trish don't start another fight," The other red-head says.

"You should listen to your sister Trish," You reply smoothly, "Captain Claire," You say extending your hand.

"Captain?" Trish replies, her demeanour softening in a millisecond.

"So where are you two trying to get to?" You ask the other sister extending your hand.

Taking a moment to study them both and realising they were identical, bar some minor differences in outfits and accessories. Both 5' 9, both with the same shoulder-length crimson hair, both with sparkling blue eyes the, same smattering of freckles on their soft cheeks. Same youthful perky boobs that would fill your hand perfectly.

"Amy," Amy replies taking your hand and shaking it, "We're trying to get to Majora station," Amy adds hopefully.

"No kidding, I was heading that way," You lie, your actual destination was the next system over but the opportunity was worth it, even if you'd make a small loss on those jobs already in your cargo by now.

"We can't pay," Trish says sourly

"I figured, but not like I'll use much more fuel with you both aboard than on my own," You reply with a smile.

"Not going to ask if we can pay another way?" Trish asks suspiciously.

"Please, I don't have to take what I want when I can attract it perfectly well," You reply smoothly, flicking your eyes over to Amy who blushes and looks away with a smile.

"Someone's sure of themselves," Trish replies

"Comes with the territory of being a real Captain and not some ferryman," You reply with a wry smile.

"So you have seen a lot of space then," Trish asks, her tone finally softening.

"Yup, plenty of the good, the bad and downright weird," You reply. "Come on grab your stuff, I'll answer any of those questions you're pretending you don't want to ask me," You add turning and slowly walking out towards where your ship was docked.

The two twins eagerly grab their bags and follow you into the docking area, the two sticking close to you, slightly in awe of the sights of the active shipyard just outside the docking bay's shields. Various hulls being repairs and refitted, huge cranes and drones zipping around the ships sparks flying and drifting into the blackness beyond. You glance back and smile remember yourself back when you would sneak out and watch the ships docking and leaving on your own home station.

You lead the twins onto your ship, checking them in by scanning their Idents when they board and show them to the humble but comfortable guest cabins you had. You give them a brief tour, showing them where the facilities were and what to do in various emergencies. You couldn't help but notice that Amy couldn't take her eyes off you, while Trish was much more enthusiastic about being able to see the inner working of a real ship.

You set the Nav and undock your ship, lazily rolling through space while the engines warm up before easing your ship out and setting your autopilot to do the rest. It was a safe system and a short trip so the ship could handle itself, besides it'd notify you if you need to intervein. Which nicely free's up your time to make some progress on getting the twins to warm up to you. Amy should be easy enough, given the way she couldn't take her eyes off you, but her sister on the other hand might take a little more charming.

You head back to the guest cabin and make conversation with them both, learning they were following some band on tour for a few months before heading back home and getting jobs.

"So what do you want to do?" You ask with a smile, pouring out a few drinks to help the girls relax, nothing strong, hell the stuff may have well of been water to you,"

"Well I studied biochem, so might see if there are any lab assistant jobs going," Amy replies softly, her blue eyes burning a hole into the side of your head while you keep your focus on Trish.

"Well I studied Biochem too, but I don't know if it's what I want to do," Trish replies looking as though she wants to add something but holds back.

"What do you want to do then?" You ask softly.

"Well don't laugh," Trish begins, giving her sister a warning looks. "But I always wanted to be a mechanic for ships," Trish admits looking away.

"Why would I laugh?" You ask, turning to Amy for enlightenment and to see her cute freckled cheeks go red again.

"Our parents didn't see it as a respectable profession," Amy answers softly.

"Oh, pushy parents, my sympathies," You reply raising a glass to Trish who nods sadly. "Still, not like you need the right qualification to get started as a mechanic," You say after drinking your glass.

"Really?" Trish asks, sounding much more hopeful than she had intended, before slipping back into her cooler aloof demeanour.

"Yeah, if you got a passion for machinery that trumps anything a formal course will give you," You explain.

"Are you sure?" Trish asks.

"Yeah, I know a few mechanics I could put you in contact with if you're serious about it," You says with a smile.

"You sure they won't mind I studied a completely different field," Trish asks looking hopeful.

"Sure," You reply, you did know a few mechanics always happy to take on a new apprentice. "Reminds me, I need to do a few routine checks if you'd care to join me?" You ask with a smile before turning to Amy. "You don't mind if I borrow your sister for a bit, I'll make it up to you later," in a flirty tone.

"Oh sure, no problem," Amy replies her blush deepening.

"Thanks, sis," Trish says excitedly, jumping out of her seat eager to see the innards of your ship.

You give her a tour of the engine bay, steering clear of the main engine which was humming away. You lead Trish over to the manoeuvring thrusters. Pulling out a toolbox and opening up a side panel, you carefully go over the various parts, explaining you felt the right side thrusters were running a little hot and probably needed recalibrating. Trish was eager to listen as assist you handing you tools while you lie back under the thrusters and check the pressures and tighten a few of the seals on the fuel lines.

Sure enough, you perform the basic maintenance and slide yourself out, hands covered in grease which you transfer to your forehead when you wipe the sweat away. "Thanks for the assist Trish," You say with a smile, "Can tell whoever you go to that you've assisted on a retro thruster recalibration now," You say with a grin.

"Thanks for letting me help," Trish says, still excited to be walking around the engine room of a real ship. "Oh you've got a little something on your face," Trish says gesturing to the stain on your face.

You look down at your hand and laugh, "Hazards of the job, hope you're not afraid to get a little dirty," You say a grin.

"I don't mind being dirty," Trish says confidently.

"Oh, so you won't mind if I do this then," You say, before quickly reaching out with a finger and smearing two lines of grease on Trish's cheeks underlining her freckles. "There you go, you look like a real Mechanic now," You say with a smile.

Trish looks up at you with a warm smile, something in her eyes reminding you of the way her twin sister was looking at you.

"Alright, run back to your sister and tell her you did the entire job yourself," You say with a grin, "I'll be in the cockpit if either of you needs anything," You say after escorting Trish back to the guest cabin.

You clean yourself up before settling into your captain's chair, sitting back and wondering how long it would be before one of the twins came to visit. You were pretty sure they were both enamoured with you, you almost felt guilty about the little gift you'd be leaving them with if all goes well. Almost.

Sure enough, a few hours later you hear the doors to the cockpit open as one of the twins comes to visit.