You are commanding a special charter flight of the Interplanetary Spacelines company, carrying an all-female cargo, a passenger cabin full of cheerleaders, models and actresses headed to a special event on the Moon. It is quite an experience for you, as the only man on board!
Even better, your co-pilot, Delta "Bunny" Flowers, is as hot as any of the women in the passenger cabin! Frankly, even the flight attendants, who would the sexiest women on board on any other flight, are just another set of hot women on this flight!
Bunny reports, "Velocity eight-point-one kilometers per second, Captain. Trajectory is within point-oh-one percent of nominal. Estimated time until deceleration for landing at Farside Colony, sixteen hours, twenty-two minutes. All systems green."
You nod and answer, "Excellent liftoff, Bunny."
"Thank you, Captain!" she answers, while stretching her back languidly with her arm behind her head. "I need to go change into my zero-gee bra. Can you take the controls?"
"I have control," you confirm, then ask, "Why don't you just put on your zero-gee bra before lift off?"
"When you're my size, you need a different bra for every situation," she tells you with a sly grin, giving one of her F-cup beauties a grope to clarify which size she's talking about. They bob rather enticingly as she rises from her seat, giving you an eye-pleasing demonstration of why she needs a different bra. She uses the hand holds to pull herself through the control cabin, grabbing her flight bag on her way to the bathroom.
You shake your head and turn your attention to the controls. Right now, you're mostly just watching out for loose space junk, although there shouldn't be much out there. The space force has already got rid of most of it. It will be hours before you make your first course adjustment, so you're really just doing nothing but keeping an eye out right now.
That is, until...