“Why are we going to medical?” She asked curiously.John had stopped at one of the computers in the medical bay and was tapping away at the keyboar.... “Well if I’m lucky ... Yes! I’ve found the crew’s medical logs. This will give us a list of actively serving crew members”.The personnel roster confirmed his fears. There were 18 serving crewmen aboard this Corvette, which meant that three were missing. Almost all the dead Federation crew they had found were men and after a quick scan of the crew. Things were good between us so far. I wanted to keep it that way.“I want to see what you'll be wearing.”, Sarah asked.“Me too.”, from Wendy.So we all went to our spare bedroom where I kept my stash of slut gear. Until very recently this had been my secret stash, but no longer. When they saw the things that I used to wear into bars, trawling for men, Sarah and Wendy wanted to try them on.Sarah first tried on a see-through dress with thong panties underneath, and she was able to put on a pair of. Mandy just giggled, "Yep. we did it all right. It wasn't a dream."She lifted the covers and stared at Paul's body. She reached down to his cock and pulled something off of it. "You forgot to take the condom off last night."A condom? Thank God! "I don't remember putting it on." he admitted."I did it while you were licking me into a frenzy. I don't plan to get pregnant just yet and you were too blitzed to think about contraception." She continued to admire his body. "To be honest, I'm surprised. An ad hoc yet obsequious manservant met us at the door and directed us to the ‘ball room’ as I wondered what kind of balling was done there! I handed him the $100 fee and he had us put on simple brown eye masks that hid us from forehead to nose. He pointed to a framed sign as we exited the foyer. It reassured that all who reached that point had passed all health screenings. Well, at least that was encouraging.Apparently we were a little late. The lights were dimmed slightly, red bulbs were lit.