They'll Be Fine. Probably.

Your crew is capable, and you've worked together for years. You have every faith in their abilities. Tekka is new. It's your duty to focus on her to make sure she's safe. Also, you'd already pulled your dick out.

"Uh... sorry, I don't read you Rogo. I'm get... ome inter -kshhh. Going -ff comms KSHHHHH."

Perfect. You flip off your mic, and all the cameras but Tekka's, and settle in. Tekka has joined Naraya at the desk, and from the point of view of her headdress it would appear the two are making out fairly passionately. You can't see much beyond Naraya's dark hair, but the deep moans and sounds of darting tongues is enough to keep your erection going.

You stroke yourself idly, leaning foward interestedly when you see Naraya lie down slowly, gently pushed down by Tekka's hand. From your perspective between between her legs, you see Tekka's blue hands reach over, exploring the naked skin of Nayara's legs, nimble fingers reaching forward to probe and tease. You're brought up close and personal as Tekka rubs Naraya's pink pussy.

The camera draws closer, turning slightly as Tekka slowly kisses her way up Naraya's inner thigh. The camera's placement hides the main event, but gives a great view of Naraya's naked body. As she moves forward, your view shifts until you are looking up along her torso, tensing and shifting as she reacts to the pleasure Tekka gives her. Her writhing sends her tits bouncing and jiggling.

You stroke your cock in time with Tekka's ministrations. Part of you feels a little guilty. Watching would be one thing, jacking it without her knowledge feels a little more... morally ambiguous. The part that feels guilty is not really the part of you running the show right now, though. The part running the show is busy drinking in the sight of Naraya tweaking her nipple with one hand, and forcing Tekka's face down into her pussy with the other.

Naraya cums, crying out and squirting a surprising quantity of cum over the camera. You follow suit, and only too late realize you weren't prepared. White ropes splash across the monitor, mirroring the spray of Naraya's orgasm and impairing your view. You curse softly to yourself, and flip the rest of the monitors back on to try and track what is going on.

You flip over just in time to see Rogo and Timik, roaring battle cries and breaking through the door to Naraya's office.

"Oh, hey guys. What took you?"

You see Tekka casually tugging her disheveled clothes back into place. On the desk, Naraya still lies naked and panting. She appears unamused, but isn't struggling.

"Vat eez thees? We hev no comms, no orders, end you are... heving the sex?" Rogo appears angry, and also slightly singed. You'd guess without additional intel, his path was slightly more dangerous.

Tekka is having none of it. "While you boys were out messing around, I was taking care of Naraya here."

"I'll say you were." However she would up bound, Naraya definately enjoyed the build up at least.

"And you, Marks? Eez the eenterferance done?" His voice tells you he knows exactly what interfered with your ability to communicate.

"Oh, calm down everyone. We're all alive, and we have the target. Rendezvous back at the Convor ASAP. (2) out."

You sit back in your captain's chair, grimacing at the cleanup you have ahead of you. Still, all's well that ends well, and you'll count this a job we done.