"You know, this whole thing seems familiar," Joy said as she walked with her teammates through the station's labyrinthine corridors.
"It's Survivor," Vicky told her. "You know, the reality show? Or at least, the part about us having to vote off team members reminds me of that."
"She's right," Kim said. "There are even 16 contestants on Survivor, and if Team 1 has the same number of girls as us..."
"No, not that," Joy said. "I meant the... environment. And not the sex and nudity, either... the sci-fi vibe. It's from something I've seen, I just don't know what."
"Star Wars," Stacey said promptly. "That one was almost as obvious as the Survivor tie-in... Sex Star, Death Star, it's an obvious attempt at a lame pun."
"Are we in a porno right now?" Lena asked.
Tina shook her head. As was the case every time she moved, her mammoth breasts jiggled. "I did some porn before I got into legitimate modeling," she said. "This doesn't look like any porn set I've ever seen. Too realistic. They don't have budgets like this. And the shemales... they'd look more like men. Erin's a beautiful girl, and the guards aren't bad either."
Erin blushed at Tina's assessment of her, and her dick hardened noticeably as she watched the slightly older woman walk. Her ass was almost as fun to look at as those beautiful tits.
"But if this was a porno," Tina continued, "we'd be getting attacked right about now. Porn directors don't like to keep viewers waiting in between sex scenes."
As if on cue, a dozen dickgirls stepped around the corner in front of the girls and started firing. Joy and Kim, who were in the lead, went down... Stacey and Lena each managed to take down a dickgirl with their return fire, and then the girls were backpedaling.
It was Erin who noticed the control panel on the wall. She slapped it, and a door whooshed open. While Tina, Vicky, Lena and Stacey ducked into the room behind the door, Lorraine and Erin delivered a couple of parting shots to the dickgirls and then joined them inside.
"You know, I feel like a total cunt leaving Joy and Kim behind like that," Lena said. "And that's coming from a professional thief."
"You're a thief?" Stacey asked.
"Well, I suppose the technical term is cat burglar," Lena replied. "But never mind about that now. How do we lock this fucking thing?"