Layla

You step into the docking bay of the space station, an isolated truck stop in a little known corner of the galaxy, and stare at the small, utility-class spaceship in which you are to begin your professional career as a space trucker. The exterior of the craft, shiny with cobalt undertones, looks somewhat bruised and scratched, but sturdy and ready for a long haul. A decal of a cheerful, orange haired anime girl winking is plastered on each side.

As you approach, an absolutely massive, hulking woman, the striking image of the redhead in the ship's decal, steps out of the starship. She notices you walking towards her, and smiles, waving at you. "Yo! Did the freelance company send you? Nice to meetcha! I'm Layla, captain of this here glorious hunk of metal" she slaps the hull of the ship lightly. Her extremely thick, superhuman muscles ripple with each movement. "Hope you're ready for a long trip. I'll be takin' care of you fer the next few months, 'til yer contract runs out" she speaks amicably, and you detect a certain excitement in her voice. The two of you seem to be the only crew on the small ship.

Layla wears an overstretched tank top, almost ripping under the weight of her massive pectorals and breasts, and short jeans with boots. Her shorts, too, are under incredible duress, due to the absolutely colossal, massive bulge of her crotch. She pays no mind as you ogle her, and invites you into the ship. "You'll have yer own quarters, there by the end of the corridor. Cargo bay's right next to it. We have a kitchen, bathroom, well, just about everything ta live on the ship, y'know how it is" she chuckles, then examines you closely. "But that's enough about the ship. I'd like to know about you! What's yer name, pardner? Have you been long in the business? Regretting the job already~?" She jokingly teases you with her muscular elbow, the massive bulge in her shorts swinging uncomfortably close to your face. "Heh... that was a joke, sorry if I get too into it sometimes" she blushes, still smiling wide.