She inclines her head to catch his gaze, guiding his eyes back to hers, aware from the valley of her cleavage. At the same time though, she raises her arm with her glass aloft, pressing one soft pink breast against the other. Two hundred. Not bad. She makes a mental note of the figure: that leaves 19,800 credits. Still a small fortune to a girl like her. But she’ll be keeping count. “Let’s drink to it, then.” She grins. The tiniest misgiving stirs in her slightly softened mind, and she pauses, waiting for him to raise his glass and drink. She’s probably being paranoid. But it’s kept her alive this long.
“There is one thing,” Nami said. “One of the reasons I’m here is to meet with someone who should be arriving here later today. Is there a place that new arrivals tend to go to meet up? I don’t know how we’ll find one another, otherwise…”
The bartended smiled and nodded his head. He raised a glass and clicked it against hers. "Then, for tourism~" He said with a smirk.
The man looked at her with understanding in his eyes. "Of course, I would be happy to point them to a place..." He lowered his hand subtelly, waiting for something to fall into it.
Seri takes a sip, watching carefully to see that her new companion does the same. She can’t deny the attraction - excitement - there, but she’s a little wary even so. She’s nearly let herself get carried away.
“Oh, that really would help!” Nami reached back into her bag. “In fact – what if I paid their arrival fee in advance now, plus a little extra to cover handling everything?” She retrieved what she hoped would be a suitable amount, without eating too much in her dwindling resources, and offered it with a warm smile. “I’d be very grateful.”
For a moment, Olena didn't answer. She let her hands speak for her, the pads of her fingers running up the remainder of Adot's belly, meeting the undersides of her breasts. She cupped them from below, as if weighing the emerald-skinned woman's chest, before her fingers run over the smooth, soft skin. The voluptuous vixen's hips follow the officer's as they sway, a quiet, deep chuckle rumbling in her chest as her fingers catch Adot's nipples between each other. Finally, she whispers into her ear. "I'm going to lick you clean~," Olena promised, before nibbling on Adot's ear as she gently tweaked her teats and groped her breasts. The Amazonian Amaran was considerate and light-handed, carefully teasing her superior in ways that she would like someone to handle her own tits... At least, initially. As Olena's hot breath shifted from Adot's ear to the side of her neck, her vulpine tongue lolled out to lap at the side of her soft throat, followed by her lips latching onto the erogenous regions of skin and nerves around her carotid and jugular. Meanwhile, the vixen's grasp over the green woman's chest became more insistent, more demanding as the furry farm girl honed in on the rebel leader's most sensitive spots.
The man smiled as he drunk from the glass, swallowing it easily. "Oh, that hit the spot." He commented as he put down the glass. He then looked at Seri, his eyes shining. "I will ask around and let you know once I have secured a... Interview for you. Is that okay?"
The man nodded as he took the credits. "Well, it will be less running for me. As long as you explain the rules to them - lack of knowledge will not save them from punishment." He said as he looked down at datapad, then paused and looked back at her. "Oh? How very?" He asked curiously, the way his eyes for a moment moved to her body, making his question obvious.
"Ahm~" The woman moaned, her body shivering as Olena replied. She was getting wetter and the Amaran could smell her excitement. She licked her lips, before biting on lower lip as Olena squeezed her breasts - a sigh of pleasure escaped her. Slowly, her hips started dancing, as if searching something, needely...
A little more at ease, Seri drinks too, sighing with relish. “That sounds perfect. Thank you.” She smiles genuinely, her finger gathering a little residue at the rim of the glass. She raises the digit to her lips, and sucks it clean. “I’ll wait to hear from you then? Until you know more, and it’s time for the two hundred… and your bonus?”
The man's eyes locked on the finger before finally shaking his head and laughing. "Fine by me, unless~" He leaned forward. "You want to put the bonus as a forpayment~"
The laugh is infectious. Or perhaps the it’s the feedback from the pheromones lighting up the space between them. Or it may be simply that - perhaps - here is someone she can really choose to flirt with. Have a little fun with. “Unless you’re too busy?” She grins, casting her gaze around the quiet bar.
Nami felt her heartbeat quicken. She’d planned this on some level, of course – she’d hoped for that reaction – but she suddenly doubted her own motives. This was all to help things go as smoothly as possible for Jura and the others, right? Not just because she wanted it for herself, somehow…? She didn’t even know this man’s name yet. She licked her lips, trying to cover for her moment of inner panic. “Well,” she said, “I’m sure we could find some favour I could do for you in return. Maybe we can discuss it somewhere private?”
Olena allowed a throaty giggle to escape her as Adot steadily discarded any sense of propriety as an officer she had originally started with, the corners of her eyes tightening with glee that she was pleasing the emerald-skinned woman so. Taking only a moment to internally congratulate herself, the furry farmer slipped her head around Adot's, pressing her lips against her superior's. At the same time, Olena's hips moved in tune with her partner's, swaying like ships caught at sea, a motion that earned a dreamy smile and an aroused groan from the foxy lady. However, Olena knew things couldn't get held up at this juncture - Adot deserved more and the voluptuous vixen was getting needy too. With that, the Amazonian Amaran gently guided the emerald woman towards the edge of the pool. Once she presumably put her hands out to rest against the wall of the pond, the foxy insurgent tweaked both of Adot's dark green tits - just to get her to get loud - before adjusting herself so that she could languidly rub herself against the back of her lover's thigh. The feeling of her plump vulvae spreading and the skin of another running over her entrance earned a quiet moan. Meanwhile, her right hand broke off from her superior's breast. "Tell me, ma'am..." Olena started, punctuating her words with a light slap against the side of Adot's right cheek. "How long have you been waiting for this?" This time, the flirtatious fox properly spanked the emerald woman, raising a delightfully light pink print on her derriere. "For one of us to... Attend to you?" Not waiting for an answer, Olena slipped one- two fingers into Adot's entrance, carefully spreading her lips and entering her passage. Once again, the vixen proved her credentials as a player for both teams, offering her lover the gentle touch of another woman - one who was curling her fingers and looking for her g-spot with all the insidious sweetness of a servant trying to get something out of their mistress. In this case, a squirting orgasm and a return of the favor in kind.
The man chuckled. "Well, for you~" He smiled as he looked at her. "Not at all~" He nodded his head and turned to the side. "V4! Come, take the position in bar!" He turned back to face Seri. "Your room?"
The man paused, and licked his lips. "Well... how about your ship?" He asked, as he looked behind her.
Seri darts her tongue over her lips, adjusting her hair self-consciously, and wishing she’d had time and resources to make her self up a little better, after the previous night’s trials. “Yes please.” She breathes eagerly, admiring the hard edges of that handsome face, as she slips from her stool. She hurries from the bar, glancing over her shoulder, hips swaying like clockwork, as she makes for her room.
Adot allowed herself to be lead to the shore, and for Olena to take control. She lay, supporting on her elbows, moaning with pleasure- "Use... every moment, to enjoy~" She gasped as fingers moved into her pussy. "Less talki-ing, more fucking~" She managed with wavering voice as she grabbed Olena by one of her ears.
The droid moved past her - the same one that led her to her room, and took position by the bar. The bartender followed her, his eyes glued to her rear, up to her room. As soon as both moved past the door, he closed the door - she could hear it slide.
