Sypharra, your female Trellian first officer

"Oh, Sypharra," you moan, imagining the Trellian diddling your buzzing clitty. She's got a body to make you want to do some crunches in the extra g room, but she's always wearing that enviro-suit with the opaque helmet. What's she hiding in there? In your imagination she looks like a dancer you had the hots for on Regulon-V and she's got a six-inch tongue that she knows exactly how to use. She's so smart and proper, you're sure she would cut loose and be a wild woman in the sack.

You're riding Sypharra's face, that giant tongue slithering up your pussy, her nose snuffling away on your asshole while you finger-blast her tight little slit. Do Trellians even have slits? Sure. Yeah. You think you read that somewhere.

Not that it matters as you imagine tonguing her warm cunt while the Orgasomatix pulls you over the finish line to a wailing, juicy orgasm. In your mind's eye you are grinding your spasming pussy down on the thrusting tongue of your beautiful first officer.

Something beeps.

"Oh, Sypharra, yesss!" you cry as your orgasm peaks.

"Captain?"

Your heart leaps in your throat and you realize the intercom is live and Sypharra is on the line.

"Uh, hm," you cough and clear your throat. You shut off the Orgasomatix and try to conceal the cunt-quivering aftershocks of pleasure you are experiencing. "What is it, Sypharra?"

"We are being tailed by the Malevolent Bastard," says Sypharra. "Scugg Bollox has requested our surrender."

"Bollox!" you cry and pull the Orgasomatix from your creamy cooze with a slurp. Scugg Bollox to be exact, the most vile, disgusting crime lord and **** trader in the entire galactic fringe. And you owe him a lot of money. Time to get dressed and hurry to the bridge, hopefully before Bollox enters weapons' range.