The Spread Part 3

The cabin door closed behind Amelia with a slight mechanical whir. She rolled her head around, trying her best to get the kinks out of her neck; her hands massaging her shoulders. It was never an easy day being a doctor on a colonization ship, but any day that involved emergency surgery automatically ranked lower on her list. She kicked her shoes off, telling herself that tomorrow would be a return to the norm. It wasn’t everyday that errant meteoroids hit a ship after all, and they were quite lucky that it had struck a non-vital area of the ship. Apart from the few janitors and technicians she had seen to that day, no one was seriously injured. As relieving as all that was, she had barely fallen asleep when the emergency call had come through, and now between the stress and lack of rest she could feel every muscle in her body aching.

Her uniform didn’t make it to the laundry hamper; discarded hastily on the floor as she made her way to the bathroom. She never felt quite clean after working, even though the ship’s medbay had a lengthy anti-contamination procedure. She stepped in her shower, the holographic heads-up display coming to life as it sensed her presence. She indicated to a preset with her finger, and winced as the stream of room-temperature water hit her shoulders. Smooth jazz played through tiny speakers set into the walls of her bathroom; just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the shower. The water quickly warmed, and she let it run over her, easing her sore body. She let herself finally relax as steam filled the tiny room.

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Rose walked the corridors of the ship, doing her best to follow the image of the map in her head. The crew sleeping quarters hadn’t looked too far from the shipping area on the map, but Rose was starting to get a real feel for just how big the ship was as she walked through it. Her mysterious alien suit pushed her ever forward. It had taken on the outward appearance of a technician’s jumpsuit, but unseen between her legs it extended inside her, taking a hard, ribbed form that rubbed her g-spot tantalizingly with every step she walked. She turned from the grey hallway into another grey hallway, stopping to reconsider. Was this the third right? Fourth? Just as she was pondering whether to turn back, one of the small doors nearby slid open.

A man stepped forward, holding a small robotic shell in his hands, looking at it absently. Rose’s whole body came alive instantly. Her pussy quivered with need, and would have soaked the inner thighs of her suit if it had been real fabric. She wanted more than anything to jump him; to take him right then and there like she had the two men in the shipping bay.