Jolene finally got her orders. She was to report at the spaceport the next day, at 0700 sharp.

This was something she'd been waiting for. All the training, all the drills, and now she was going to work on one of the most incredible space cruisers ever built.

The year was 2269. Humankind had managed to work out how not to kill itself, and a few decades later, space flight had become very important. UFOs had become IFOs, Identified Flying Objects, and their crews weren't always the nicest kids on the block.

Right now, she'd gotten off the transporter and was waiting to be let into the spaceport.

"Excitement engineer first class Jolene Janice Saunders," she said to the man at the gate, presenting her badge.

He scanned it. "Ah, you're the one." He grinned. "I envy you for that assignment."

"I bet," Jolene said, "but you're not the right gender. Tough on you." Jolene winked and walked through the security gate, feeling mighty proud.

"J.J. Saunders?" A chocolate-skinned woman, wearing an impressive uniform, asked.

"That's me." Jolene had a love-hate relationship with being called J.J. Why had her parents called her Jolene Janice?

"Good. You're on time. Come with me." The woman pointed at a small cart, just big enough to hold Jolene's bag and the two of them. Without another word, they rushed off to a platform where a space lift was waiting. "Lift" wasn't the right word; it was a shuttle. Jolene felt a thrill, knowing it was there just for her. The prospect of going on board excited her, and she felt a wetness between her legs.

The cart stopped. A man grabbed the bag and put it on a small elevator. As soon as Jolene had gotten on that, the thing moved up, and a few minutes later she was seated, buckled up and ready.

The speed and efficiency of the whole procedure stunned her.

The shuttle took off, and ten minutes later, a woman floated into the cabin. "We're in space. It's time for you to strip," she said. "They're waiting for you."

Jolene felt her nipples get stiff. This was it. She unlocked the buckle and slowly began to take off her clothes. Zero gravity made that a bitch, but she'd practiced it a few times, so it didn't take her long. She noticed the woman stayed with her, and watched her. It thrilled her, getting naked in front of a stranger, the more because it was a woman.

"Very nice," the woman said. "I'll let them know you're ready. It'll take about fifteen more minutes. See for yourself if you want to get back into the chair or just hang around." With that, she disappeared into the cockpit.

Jolene maneuvered herself to a window and looked for the ship she was going to work on. Nothing here, so she went to the other side. Her heart jumped as she saw it. A Valkyrie class space cruiser, known officially as SC Intervention, where SC stood for Space Cruiser, but it was more generally known as the Sapphic Cruiser. An SC crew solely consisted of women. Powerful women with a few special abilities.

After a few minutes, the Sapphic Cruiser was no longer visible due to the maneuvering of the shuttle, so Jolene had to wait.

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"Docking complete," the female pilot announced, coming into the cabin. "Someone's already taken in your bag. Go to the end of this cabin, open the door, and they'll collect you from there." The woman winked. "Good luck out there. And don't forget to close that door."

"Thanks!" Jolene pulled herself along the seats and made it to the door quickly. She was going to be among the wildest women in space, she knew, and the thought made her wet all over.

The door opened easily. In the short corridor, a woman with short, raven black hair was waiting.

"J.J.?" she asked.

"Jolene. And that's me." Jolene enjoyed the view of the nude welcoming committee, the small tits and the tiny, pointy nipples.

"Cool. I'm Barbie. Don't let the name fool you. Follow me, we're not here to have long introductions. The rest of the crew is waiting for you." Barbie turned and floated through the docking tunnel. Jolene remembered to close the door, then followed Barbie. The view of her hairless pussy made Jolene grab between her own legs for a moment. Even this moment alone was worth all the training.

They floated through a short corridor, after which Barbie pointed at a panel. "You know what to do."

Jolene didn't hesitate. She punched in the code to seal the door and disengage the airlock, which would retract into the shuttle.

"Nice," Barbie said. She slipped a hand around one of Jolene's breasts. "Also nice," the woman said, flicking a thumb over the hard nipple. "We're going to be best friends."

"I'm looking forward to it," said Jolene.

"And I'm licking forward to it." Barbie grinned, running her tongue over her lips. "But that's for later."