This is one of those kinds of pulp stories where dashing rocket scientists hung out with busty women who like to hang out half naked next to the pool. It could be an intentional parody or it could just be what it is. Unfortunately, the art isn’t good enough to tell the difference. It is what it is.

The argument for parody (self-parody, even) is the expression on the the guy’s face from panels 1, 4 & 5.

(Heavy Metal issue #11, February 1978 – Page 30 The Diabolical Planet by Sire)