The remaining three

Opting to give Krista more time to compose herself, you step into the main cabin of the shuttle. The military style shuttlecraft was never designed for living space; as a result, it was tight, cramped, and completely uncomfortable. In a standard shuttle of this type, the cabin would aligned into four rows of four seats each allowing for a total passenger haul of sixteen people. With the modification of the science station just aft of the cockpit, that passenger allowance was cut in half.

This trip you were carrying a full crew allowance: Lieutenant Quinn, T’Psov, Svoboda, Bains, yourself, and three others. Upon first glance you could tell that Sonny was right; each and every one of them was buxom, curvaceous, and absolutely gorgeous.

The first was the medic. She was tall around five feet eleven inches you hazard a guess, African descent, with black hair and strikingly blue eyes. Like Lieutenant Quinn and Captain Li she wore the standard women’s blue tunic and mini-skirt (if far too short). Two inverted chevrons on the upper arm of her sleeve denote her as a crewman first class with the medical services badge above them signaling her as a medic. At the moment she was scanning herself with a medical tri-corder.

The next was a similarly dressed brunette with brown eyes. She was even taller around six feet three inches; with the heels on her boots she became even taller than you. Unfortunately, her height made it impossible to walk around the cabin without hunching over, which in turn caused her skirt to rise exposing her bare vulva and anus to yours or anyone’s view. A single inverted chevron on the upper arm of her sleeve indicated her rank of crewman second class.

The last was, surprisingly, an Orion. They were very rare in Federation space and you had never seen one before, let alone one in Starfleet. She was, you’d guess, around five feet and six inches tall causing you to tower over her. Her eyes were a vibrant and near glowing hue of green several shades brighter than her skin. Her long red hair was tied behind her neck and cascaded down her back ending just above her finely formed backside.

She was also the most scantily clad of the three. Gone was the standard tunic replaced by a very skimpy blue tube top. The slim strip of fabric barely covered her very pronounced chest. Add to that her skirt was an inch or two shorter than Lieutenant Quinn’s and the only way her “uniform” could leave any less to the imagination was if she had been nude.

Which you and anyone else could see clearly she was underneath the two strips.

After the last three minutes your pants had never before felt any tighter. It was going to be a long mission indeed. And when the redheaded Orion spotted you she flashed you the most loaded smile you’d ever seen. She looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. When she walked up to you and saluted causing her breasts to strain against the fabric of her top you were ready to mess your pants.

Somehow you managed to control yourself and salute in return. “As you were…?”

“Crewman second class Shialla; although I’d prefer it if you call me a servicewoman sir.” Her eyes travelled down to your crotch and stayed there for a moment while her grin got even wider. When her eyes eventually met yours again she added, “As it would be my pleasure to service you in any way you wish.”

You cough at her implied comment, and catch every one of the female crewmembers giving her dirty looks which she’s either oblivious to or ignores with impressive confidence. Regaining your composure, if only slightly, you ask “What’s your specialty, servicewoman?”

Why the hell did you call her that?

She licks her lips and looks you over again before answering, “I’m a Biologist. Before I enlisted I spent three years studying Physiology with a focus on reproduction, no degree but I figured Starfleet would provide me better… opportunities to apply my skills.”

You needed to regain control of yourself and exhort some authority here. Swallowing hard you eventually ask, “I believe you’re a little out of uniform servicewoman.”

Stop calling her that! Your rational mind shouts.

Shialla took a step closer only inches separated the two of you now, and her scent was intoxicating. Breathing deeply didn’t help any. She knew exactly what she was doing. Looking into her eyes she gave you the most girlishly innocent look every naughty woman has before replying, “The Captain herself approved this uniform sir. In fact she said all the female crew should shorten both the top and skirt to their liking.”

You needed to get away from her before she made you fuck her brains out.