Cagaha," said Ciera with a smile."Is that his name?" I asked."Yeah. He's a great boss. Besides, I can use the overtime."I sighed. "So you'll still get...paid then?" Of course. We are hourly workers, not commission. I don't rent my space like they do at most salons. And as I can do so many different services, I get paid a flat hourly rate, plus extras for certain services, and of course tips."Tips! Oh shit! I hadn't even thought about a tip. "Um, Ciera ... I ... um..." Don't worry hon, you can tip. Emily was rubbing hers right where I imagined her vagina to be through her panties. Now between my legs I drifted, the vibrator sending tingles down my legs as I lightly passed it over my labia, up and down several times. "Ooooohh..." I cooed happily."It's nice, yeah?" Emily said, her eyes never leaving me."I like it. Oh..." The tip of the vibrator touched my clit and made me jump slightly. I began to swirl it around there some more, finally allowing it to rest directly on my clit. My panties. Everyone on board reached into small fanny packs that they wore around their waists and pulled out emergency decompression suits, which they unfolded and slipped on. In the event of a hull breach, these suits would automatically inflate and allow the person to survive for a short time in the vacuum that would result. Once in their suits, everyone propelled themselves as quickly as possible to their GQ station. The engine crewmen all assumed their stations in the reactor room. The torpedo room. “I’d love to see what this could do.” From that moment, all inhibitions flew out the window. I turned around, swiped everything off her desk, and lay her upon it. I took off her fitted top and saw her tits pop out as if they were struggling to get free. “You like?” I nodded and played with her tits, teasing her nipples by slowly passing my tongue over them and watching as Professor X shivered. “Mmmm “, she crooned. I slowly slid off her panties and massaged her legs, squeezing firmly enough.