Bomber Gone (part3)

Part three of nine paintings I did for Dogfish's "Bomber Gone" short story.  Having dealt with the gun crew the pair of spies move on the next section of the Damocles bomber.  In this image Sammi teases her partner, while the two squeeze though the tight confines of the ship.  The full story is posted below, as well as the first two images.  Here is an excerpt from the story:

“We’ll see how you get on when they are actually fighting back,” Sammi started to climb the ladder, waiting a moment about halfway up for Amy to start climbing up after her before continuing. Sammi knew by doing this she’d force Amy to have a look up at her butt in the tight white latex and she liked messing with her partner by doing this. Amy’s hopeless attraction to Sammi was a source of much amusement for Sammi and she enjoyed torturing her with it. As Sammi neared the top of the ladder she slowed her pace, exaggerating the movement of her hips. Amy couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal, knowing that Sammi was doing it just to screw with her was making it more of a turn on, as was knowing that she’d do this to her under such entirely inappropriate circumstances. It was almost overwhelming. Sammi didn’t need to look back to know the effect she was having.

Bomber Gone by DogfishBomber Gone
The Damocles prototype soared through the air more smoothly and naturally than anything that size had any business to. The vast delta wing aircraft howled through the sky like an angry dragon, the sheer bulk and speed of the monster ripping the air apart in a deafening din that threatened to drown out the engines. The Damocles was a marvel of modern engineering, the ultimate expression of technical superiority. It was not enough to just drop bombs any more, no, you had to scare people. They had to know what was coming. They had to fear it. Once airborne the Damocles had the range to reach any city on the planet and the firepower to remove it from existence. It could do it from high altitude, or it could come down good and low, shattering windows and shaking buildings by its mere presence. The designers were all very proud.
Within the belly of the beast things were much quieter. The flight crew sat at their stations, carefully running their scheduled inflight checks while a