Part V: Lift Off

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Fifi sat in her comfy chair, technicians in constant movement around her. Lift off was scheduled for just over an hour. She didn't understand why Mission ∞Δ was to continue. Commander Smallshaft had refused all attempts at intimacy by her, as hard to believe as that was, and all orders by Generals Doorknocker and Gordon. Even Fleet Admiral Hung 'Ike' Horse had ordered Smallshaft to boff her and he had refused, yet he was still leading this mission. One hour to lift off, the lead tech gave her the thumbs up and she left for the Penetrator.

Smallshaft met Fifi LaRue in the corridor just before the exit to the launch ramp. Fifi scrutinized the commander when they met, she'd heard no rumors regarding his orientation, he certainly was attractive, to any female, or male for that matter she decided. Unconsciously she brought her hands to her breasts, which even under her flight suit were well displayed. She gently hefted them and ran her hands softly over them, feeling her nipples react. Then she let her hands slide down to her narrow waist and flare out with the curve of her hips. She noted a stirring in Smallshaft's flight suit as he quickly turned away. 'Hmn,' she thought, 'the mission better be completed it has been eleven days since I have had any, and that's gotta' be like ten days longer than ever before.'

Commander Dick Smallshaft quickly turned away from LaRue. It had taken all his will and inner strength to not jump her all week. He knew he wouldn't last twenty-four days confined in the ship with her. Without the camera's he wouldn't have to. He could disable all the cameras aboard or at least cover them with the spray paint he had hidden aboard the day before. Then he would have his way with her, or she with him if the rumors he'd heard were true.

Together they approached the launch ramp and the Penetrator. Techs sealed the hull after they had entered. LaRue and Smallshaft were alone in his ship. They strapped themselves into the cockpit and began pre-lift off checks.

"New Orleans this is Penetrator, we are reading twenty-two kilos short on overall mass, please confirm reading."

Several moments later, "Penetrator this is New Orleans Rodger that, you are short mass in the hydrogen tank, Mission Control advises ∞Δ is a go, repeat mission is green."

Commander Smallshaft flicked communication with New Orleans off and looked over at Captain LaRue, "Your call Fifi, I am okay with it, we are going to be in deep orbit the entire mission, but I'll understand if you want to scrub this, it's a valid call Captain."

"Well I don't know Commander, are you going to complete your part of the mission? Because frankly, I am horny as hell and I am going to need something living pretty soon, if you follow, Commander Smallshaft, Sir."

Dick's blood rushed to his face but he matched Fifi's gaze. "Yes Captain LaRue I have every intention of completely filling you..., I mean the mission's criteria. I will explain after lift-off"

"Let's do it."

"New Orleans, Penetrator here, it's a go, insert us into orbit."

"Rodger Penetrator seven minutes thirty-nine seconds to lift-of, three minutes thirty-two seconds to ignition commit."

"...Three, two, one, ignition commit Penetrator. All systems green."

A slight tremor ran through the Penetrator as circuits opened and energy began concentrating in the ship. LaRue moaned softly.

"...Three, two, one, we have ignition Penetrator...and all drives functioning."

"Oh yeah, all drives functioning, come 'on baby, drive, drive, come 'on Penetrator harder, harder..."

Smallshaft looked over at LaRue, "Uh, all systems green here New Orleans...we're a go, I am pretty sure anyway. I think."

"Penetrator we have lift-off, tower disengagement, power disengagement, life support disengagement. You are on your way Penetrator, see you on the other side."

"YES, lift-off," the ship roared and trembled with escaping energy as order was converted to chaos. "Yeah baby, that's what I'm needing, give me the energy, ahhh. Woo boy what a lift off, mmmn."

Smallshaft again looked over at LaRue as she relaxed into her seat, breathing heavily. He began to worry.

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