“I don’t know, lady, but it seems to me that it’s impossible to fulfill your request ... I don’t have any idea how to approach, whom to offer this ...” said the head of the personnel service of the Temp Spaceport after a leisurely-deliberate gazing at the interlocutor.

- Really not to find any free equipment on so widespread class of the ship? - asked the captain of the starship "Lowful" in surprise, shaking the black hair that covered the entire uniform collar and insignia on the left shoulder.

“No, no,” the experienced administrator straightened the knotted tie and ran his palm over his bald head, smoothing that thin, oily shiny growth that remained. - We have plenty of professional techies. But who agrees to fly with you? You are not the first from your company to contact us with a similar request. And never wanted to be. Everyone remembers the case when ...

- We have an urgent load. Damn forced landing! Technician lying in a local hospital. We must be on time at the place - the fees are high. Until Mangosta and again on the core. Give us any intern, on the way back we will throw it back. The flight is well paid. Say, two percent of my fee to you personally for the service ...

- If only an intern ... Now is a graduation in our Academy. I would have thought about a five percent proposal ... It’s not easy to find a hunter in a closed box alone with a hundred hungry Amazons ...

Captain Dernie Kayse looked meekly at the administrator:

“There is a strong moral climate and tough discipline on my spaceship,” she assured. “But if all your employees are virgins that are frightened by the appearance of the female thigh, you can send two at once to protect each other from their own complexes ...”

Chapter 1

Captivating and magnificent stars in the porthole attracted and admired ...

Rave! Mark is the seventh time (and how much more ahead - the entire long career of a heavy equipment ship of a Kiks-class heavy spacecraft) in space flight. And I have never seen a window anywhere. Only countless displays, displays, displays ...

Yes, even the first professional flight do not understand what happened. Instead of a single technician, they were taken together - they don’t hope for one? And after all, the equipment on the ship is in exemplary condition ... Only regular maintenance - almost no repairs. The routine ... But the decor - the crew is completely female. One chaplain is from men, so Peter says that he is old and always drunk - nominally does not belong to the team, he sits in his office ... Mark has never seen him yet - not leisure somehow. Special brigade: criminals are transported, weiss are caught, and it’s different that ... rumors are incredible about their cruisers roaming the planets. But the money they have is an indisputable fact.

In general, it is good that he is here with Peter. With these girls do not communicate. And beautiful, damn it ... When he and the captain flew up to the “Lowouhle” on the planet, Peter rejoiced: five months together among so many women ... How suffering pilgrims who reached the clean cool spring ... oh! But the first minutes on board dispelled their sweet dreams. Girls with steel facial expressions only greeted the recruits coldly and scattered about their apparently apparently urgent matters. And the opening speech of captain Dernie Kaise (oh, what a figurine!) Walled up the last gaps of their hopes.

Starting fuss, checking ... And the third day of gray impassable boredom. In addition, on the “Lawful”, as it turned out, they profess a dry law. Well Peter guessed to take a few bottles of good mood. Mark looked at his watch. An hour later, the partner will wake up after the night and come to his camera. At least talk to someone. With the rest of the crew, one cannot even say a word - just an icy look at any question and nod or gesture instead of an answer. Mark swallowed.It was hot in the room, he unbuttoned his shirt. The numbers on the displays did not stop their slow melting - all systems functioned within the normal range. Towards evening, the planned bulkhead of the Transvermon ... Well, all the same, that he is not alone, even though one of the work - do not beat the recumbent. That's when he becomes a full-time technician of a regular racer, he will love his (and only his) star-star ...

The stars are alluring and exciting ... Exciting, by the way, these silent figures, more drawn into tight-inviting overalls, are more ... If you don’t see the stars in the porthole, start your favorite game. Mark ran through the keyboard, switched five of the eight screens to the game and the favorite “Fearless Fers” went ... This time the task turned out to save the beautiful princess from the clutches of the Gritorian pirates. On the fourth screen, the vile Gritorian stripped a princess tied to a wall. Mark pressed the keys and rushed through the stars and the danger of searching for a pirate base. The room was filled with sounds of imitation of cod-squeaking of indicators and laser discharges. On the fourth monitor, the pirate tore her bra off the princess, beautiful Persians were exposed ...

Mark swore to himself - all thoughts are cycling on a woman ... He should have a leave after graduating from the Academy and he and a friend were going to fly to the Taysuk archipelago, digging money ... However, this will not go away, but the flight is very profitable - no wonder he got into it only due to the fact that the best is on the final flow of the Ark Academy of Cosmoflot. That's just how to survive this flight ...

Mark heard the hermetic doors sliding apart and instantly turned off the game (did you have time to notice or not? - flashed through my head). Glancing at the working displays made sure that he was all right.

On the threshold stood a luxurious naked brown-haired woman. Mark did not remember her, but he still didn’t really know all the crew members (only a small magnificent navigator didn’t get out of his head).

The woman luredly ran her left hand over her right cheek, then along the charming snow-white neck and put her palm around her high, dense chest with a huge burgundy nipple stain. Mark sighed convulsively, a trickle of sweat ran down his back, he felt a delightfully pleasant chill and excitement. The brown-haired woman was good - the dense, high, reddish curls of Venus' tubercle covered the fact that Mark couldn’t get out of his head for the third day, what he dreamed about and that obsessive vision appeared before his eyes in the corridor when he met any of the anxious starflight. Mark immediately gripped the fear - suddenly the captain came in, and she came several times yesterday to see how they cope with their duties. But the desire was stronger. Mark got up to meet the woman.

“Take me, dear,” she breathed softly. She held a pink tongue over charming coral lips and took a step towards him.

Mark rushed to the unexpected gift, hooking the keyboard, which was thrown off the table and hung on a thin cord, not reaching a dozen inches from the floor.

But the woman suddenly broke up into a myriad of glittering multi-colored sparks and melted in the air. Mark stunned in the middle of the hardware.

There was a loud, mocking laugh, and Peter stood in the doorway, holding onto his belly. He glanced at Mark's elongated physiognomy and a new bout of laughter threw him right on the floor.

- Moron! Kill you little! Snarled Mark and returned to the displays. Set the keyboard board in place. - Because of you, all the screens went out - what if something happens? I'm not talking about my own moral damage.

Peter was still lying on the floor and giggling.

- Stop laughing! - Mark screamed. - And then I will bury your lush curly head in the sofa and deprive of virginity - I will solve my problems for the whole flight.

Mark swung the pianist's nimble fingers on the keyboard and the displays began to blink at the numbers again. Mark ran carefully ...