The air stunk of disinfectant and stale recycled air as admiral commander Katherine Yuri Yuki strutted down the sterile hallway of the battleship Yamato. The cool air stung her flesh with each high-heeled step she took, but as the admiral of one of the of the Federation's most valuable fleets a little chilly air wouldn't stop her. Even though the task at hand was entirely beneath her vaunted position and her current regalia was less than practical. She'd get it done, because she was a gods' damn admiral and she'd do anything for her crew and the Federation.
The door to the mess hall stood closed before her, its grey matted surface the last thing standing between her and...
She shook her head, her blonde locks brushing her bare shoulders. No, she thought, this was her job and by the gods she'd do it with her head held up.
Straightening her posture, steeling her features, and inhaling deeply, she slid a delicate finger across the door's control and stepped into the room.
The mess hall was thankfully dimly lit, pleasantly warm, and empty save for the nearly two dozen men arrayed in front of her. The men came in a plethora of shapes, sizes, and skin-colors. All were human or about as human as one got in this day and age, and all were naked save for the black speedos that bulged and tented with her arrival.
Her face was implacable, but a tingle sparked in her honeypot. She couldn't blame them though she was truly a sight, even though she wished she were in something a bit more sensible. She was in a whorish facsimile of her admiral's uniform. The outfit consisted of her black, gold, and white brimmed hat, a pair of white thigh-high high-heeled boots, that accentuated her slender legs, and a black one-piece sling bikini embossed with her federation ranking and did nothing to preserve her modesty with how much of her shaved cunt was on full display and just how lewdly it dug and caressed her thumb-sized nipples and perky tits.
Yup, she looked like an utter slut, but this was her job now and she'd be damned if she weren't going to excel at it like every other thing she'd already accomplished in life.
Stepping into the mess hall proper, she was soon surrounded by the horny throng of men, their faces nothing but a blur and their spandex bound cocks the only thing on her mind.
"What are you lot waiting for?" She barked, punctuating her final word with a sharp stomp of her booted feet," drop them!"
The men obliged and soon enough she was surrounded by a bevy of drooling, throbbing, and aching sausages. Her pussy tightened, her throat watered, and her eyes glinted.
