*KSSHH* White paint is sprayed onto the side of a beautiful ship, laying down a base coat on the sleek, long body.
*KSSHH KSSHH*
"Rabsy!" Foxy calls to the paint-sprayer. She looks so fine in her business dress, the bottom wrapped so tight around her legs and butt, with her long, bushy tail shining red-orange all the way to its pearl-white tip. "A customer's calling, they want to know if their ship is done yet!"
"Which one is supposed to done?" Rabsy asks, moving the protective mask from his face. "I got this long one half done, and a short one fully done, and the boys are starting on a medium one."
"Owner of the short one, I'll tell him he can come and get it." Foxy walks away in her wedge high-heels that just make her legs and butt look even better.
Foxy picks up the phone, presses a button, and talks into it. A minute later, three green guys exit the elevator, all looking greasy and sleezy and making Rabys all around queasy just looking at them.
"Right over there, boys," Rabsy says, pointing to the short, metallic-green ship with the custom yellow-green "G" decal on the side.
"Thanks," the leader says, handing Rabsy the money as Rabsy gets off the extend-o-ladder. "All fueled up?" he asks.
"Of course, complimentary," Rabsy answers.
The engines charge up, and the Green Machine takes off.
"Alright boys," Rabsy says to his guys, "I'm going to take a quick break in the Executive Lounge downstairs, just keep those ships covered in paint layers."
Rabsy and Foxy head downstairs and enter a random room. Rabsy unbottons his jumpsuit, and Foxy unbuttons her business dress, dropping them to the floor, and Rabsy hops on to initiate the sexy times >:D
Being shaken by the thrusts, Foxy uses the bed to support herself as her knees almost buckle from satisfaction. Foxy reaches satisfaction quite a few times, but knows they're far from quitting, as Rabsy just keeps going and going and going and going...
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