Chapter #4Heidi Dickerson's Naked Space Adventure by: Unknown My name is Heidi Dickerson, and I’m a 23 year old woman freshly assigned to the Circes Space Station in orbit over Venus in order to broker some sort of settlement between a merchant craft from the far reaches of space, and the spaceport’s dock workers. I only just found out about my mission aboard a week previous, and was put into semi-somnolent stasis for the somewhat lengthy flight there, so I couldn’t afford any time to study up on my assigned mission. I was just told by my superiors that I’d be doing a great service for the Interfed if I could somehow negotiate a peaceful end to this uneasy stand-off.
I was immediately escorted into the offices of the station commander, a middle-aged man with sugar-white hair named Captain Stroud. At first, Stroud tried to brief me on the situation, but then his chief science officer, a weasely myopic noodle of a man named Dr. Kratt, interrupted. Whereas Stroud was attempting to fill me in on the complexities of the interplanetary laws and merchants rights, Dr. Kratt cut to the chase and explained why I in particular was chosen as a go-between for this minor kerfuffle. Besides being one of only a handful of negotiators with the basic skillset for deciphering the tongue of this particular breed of lifeform, I am apparently of the exact body match preferred by this particular species for high-level talks.
I don’t understand how this affects the negotiations at first, but on the second ‘day’ of my visit to the station, while being given the full spa treatment (baths and rubdowns and massages, etc.) to help ward off what some like to call the ‘space-bends’, the chief medical officer, Dr. Rhonda Prexis informed me that the alien race aboard the merchant vessel awaited an Interfed negotiator such as myself to carry their reply to the list of demands that the space station was asking them to carry out just to deliver their cargo. What was most unusual was the aliens counter-demand for a woman such as myself in particular to be teleported into their spaceship. The rare depictions of this race were of strange, roiling bundles of spaghetti-like tendrils that most humans found rather horrifying. But it was Dr. Prexis that finally explained the crux of their demand. I had to arrive in their ship as clean and as naked as possible. I didn’t fully understand this last part, but was told it was crucial if things were to move ahead on this whole process.
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Above is a link to a recent image of me. I’ve rarely had time for men, caught up in my translation and negotiation career studies at Uni, but of course I’m aware that many men find me attractive. I’ve had men constantly showering me with affection all my life. Sure, it’s flattering, and maybe someday I will meet my Mr. Right. I feel like when that day comes, I’ll feel sure about it in my heart.
But right now? I’m on my first big assignment, halfway across the galaxy, at a remote space station that has to be staffed by at least 70% males. And I’m about to be teleported completely naked up to the utterly strange-looking vessel of the noodle-creatures known as the Ptooizians! For all I know, I may be the first ever human to attempt direct face-to-noodles contact with these beings!
I was escorted through the officer’s area of the space station almost immediately after my head-to-toe cleaning and inspection under Dr. Prexis. I was only in a towel and slippers as we made our way through into the science labs, where Captain Stroud and Dr. Kratt awaited us.
They actually saluted me, since I could in no way be in direct contact with them after my thorough inside and out cleansing. And then? I turned to face the rounded, almost saucer-like hyperbolic chamber, from which I would be teleported up into the bowels of the Ptooizian spaceship. I tried to put on a brave face, while the three officials of the space station had looks on their faces that I tried to read as encouraging, even if they looked equally anxious.
The door slid open, and I left the towel and slippers behind as I climbed into the chamber. Inside was oval-shaped, with just enough room for me to stand up. I stood there awaiting orders for what seemed like forever, before I heard Dr. Kratt over a speaker instructing me to:
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