The sound of plastic wheels rattling along the metal floor could be heard as you pushed the cart filled with cleaning supplies down the hallway.
Your jumpsuit has a name tag which reads "Hi, my name is ${name}!", you work as a janitor on the Aurora IV space station. Today's shift begins with the monotonous task of mopping up the main corridor, humming a little tune while you work—it's not the most glamorous job but it needs to be done.
"W-woah, fuck!" you hear a female voice yell, followed by the sound someone slipping and falling.
Oh no.
When you turn around you see Captain Amelia lying ass-first on the floor; her expression is one of pure embarrassment and shock.
You really fucked up now.
"My uniform! It's soaked through!" she says while looking down at herself—her pants are completely drenched in warm, soapy water letting you faintly make out the outline of her spats.
"I- uh... I-I'm so sorry, I forgot about the wet floor sign." you stammer out.
"You Idiot!" she yells, in all your years on the station this is the first time you've ever seen the captain angry.
The crew members that were working nearby have heard the commotion and by now there's a small crowd of onlookers.
"All of you! Go back to your posts!" the captain orders while trying to cover her backside.
Captain Amelia turns her deep blue eyes back at you, a glare so intense that you know this is the straw that broke the camel's back.
"You. In my office. Now." she growls.
All at once, you're pulled into her office and dropped into a chair while Captain Amelia locks the door. She then sits down on the edge of her desk and undoes her belt, dragging her damp leggings down to her ankles and kicking them aside.
"Do you have any idea how much this uniform is worth?" she says, looking down at you the same way she would a bag of garbage.
Amelia sneers when she catches you staring, her spats accentuating every curve of her hips and thighs. Under the light of the office lamp, she stands tall with a commanding presence; this is a woman who radiates superiority and it's obvious she takes pride in her feminine beauty.
"Normally, I'd order you to clean the toilets but that's already your job," she says while loosening her tie "isn't that right, scum?"
"A-am I going to get fired, Ma'am?" you ask.
"No, but you do need to be taught a lesson." Amelia says, leaning back on the desk and parting her legs open.