"R-Right..." Vetrik nods. Spoiler: Round 6 D100: Vetrik: 76 Isabia: 4 Again, Vetrik gets a royal flush. If Isabia were more sober, she might wonder how the boy could be so lucky, but at this point, between the lust and the alcohol, it slips her mind. Vetrik looks at her quietly for a few moments, gathering up his courage as he prepares to name his prize. "K-Kiss me."
Isabia pac her head on the table, how next round come to her lose. She looked suprised on Vetrik as his demand his prize. "Really? That is what you want me to do? Most times it is the men, who should make first step to kiss..." She said as she slowly rise from sofa. "But deal is a deal, so I will do as you wish." She said and steped closer to him. One her hand go to his cheek, gentle rubbing it as secend robotic grab by his hair and she pushed her mouth to his. Her breast in metalic bikini touched his cheast, as she hold Vetrik in kissing.
Vetrik doesn't do anything for a moment, shocked that she's doing as he said at all, but after a moment, he begins to kiss back, their mouths pressing against one another. The young man's hands slip around her waist, pulling her in, and she feels his big cock hard against her thigh,
Isabia break the kiss after while. She was red on her face and probably not the wisest grinning. She gently touched his cock behind his underwear. "Let's me guess Vetrik, it was your first time?" She asked as she pushed him away. "You get your reward, but the game it is not finished yet. Are brave enough to win this fight?" Isabia asked him in seducing tone.
"Y-Yeah..." He grunts. Spoiler: Round Seven Vetrik: 51+10 (Scoundrel) Isabia:76 Vetrik grunts in irritation as his cards are revealed - hand weaker than Isabia's.
Isabia breathing faster and more chaotic, but her will to finish the game was stronger than hormones in her veins. "It look like... It look like you have try harder next time." She said gasping and drink next glass of blue alcohol. "It's time to say goodbye to yours boxers." She said swinging her glass in right and left.
Vetrik takes a drink for Dutch courage, before he nods and pulls them down. His cock springs out, hard and disproportionately large for his skinny frame, poking up. "L-Let's... Let's finish the game, okay?" He utters, before sitting down again, trying to keep his mind on his cards. Spoiler: Round Eight D100: Vetrik: 46+10 Isabia: 6 Vetrik flips his cards to reveal two of a kind, while Isabia gets only high card. "I-I win..." He gulps, before looking the Mandalorian in the eye. "I-I want... I want to, uh... I..."
"Wonderful." Eve nods, "A pleasure doing business with you." She said as she leaves, unless Zer0 had something to discuss. The android returns to the ship to meet, or wait for Valentija to return. Though she does test her enhanced awareness to check her route back home for anything interesting.
Isabia was too distracted by his monster cock, standing like flag pole. As Vetrik claimed his victory, she bushes ewen harder. "Uh... You have something to be proud of it..." She wisper to herself and stand up to him, didn't breaking eye contact. "Yes... Vetrik? What... What do you want? Men must speak his mind clearly... And confident..." She said showing him her body and gently touching his erect cock by her metalic fingers of her robotic hand. "Act boy, not speak." Isabia said.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 19+20= 39 (Fail) Though she's clearly more perceptive than before, noticing areas of the environment she didn't previously, and having faster reaction times, there's nothing for her to really notice. Valentija's Rolls: Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: Spoiler: Seduction Roll 36 (Fail) Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100: 65 Spoiler: Seduction Roll D100: 68 (-10200 Credits) Valentija arrives a few hours later, a case in her hand, which she uses to show off her latest acquisition. "I need to keep practicing, obviously, but a merc gave me some tips that really helped." The blonde explains how she was given tips about how best to fire accurately, and shows off how her uniform has been armored.
Vetrik exhales softly, cock twitching in Isabia's hand, before he nods, and closes the distance. He's kissing her again, pressing his lips hard against hers, tongue pressing past her lips to dance against her own. His hands go back around her waist, lifting up the tiny piece of fabric covering her to squeeze her ass hard. Then, he starts moving forward, until Isabia feels her back touching the wall.
"Goos job." Eve smiles, "I suppose you'll be practicing in the field. Better than most will ever experience." She giggled, not really minding the credits she used, as they needed to be well equipped for their mission. "Now then, since we've finished our preparations. I think it's time we head to the bar?" She asked, unsure if Valentija still had something to do.
Isabia kiss him harder as he squeeze her ass. Now, it becomes hotter and better for her, as Vetrik push her to the wall. "Good... Good... Show me that you have guts..." She said grabing his cock harder, and letting fall her bottom off waist. "You have much... Much to learn... But your basics are... Are not bad..." She said as she drag him to sleeping room, not sure if it was her own or his.
"Somehow I get the feeling I'll be practicing a lot. Hopefully I get good before I hit you by mistake." She chuckles. "There's just one thing left before we go. You've been getting all the attention when we're out, recently, so I got something to compete." She heads inside, walking back out after several minutes. "What do you think?"
"Wait..." Vetrik commands, as she goes to pull him away. "I want you to suck me..." He looks at her, cock poking up between her legs.
"Yes, I'd rather you not do that... though I have improved my defensive capabilities just in case." Eve replied with a smile, as Valentija went to change. The android patiently waits, until her companion returned. "Impressive. But... as you said, we are about to celebrate in a criminal run bar." Eve points out, though doesn't do anything to stop her from wearing it. "Well, it may help in making a decision on whether or not to cleanse them." She nods, "Shall we go?"
Isabia look at his cock, breathing faster. "Suck you? Better pray for yourself... If it will be dirty... I will bite it off..." She said bending the knee and taking tip of his cock inside her mouth. It tasted not bad, but also not perfect.
"Criminal run, but the clientele are normal people. I wouldn't have suggested it if it was a gang clubhouse." Valentija clarifies. "Heh, let's go." The two of them nearly cause speeder crashes as they walk through the lower sections of Coruscant, finally winding up outside a club, thumping bass music playing from outside. "Here goes nothing..." The blonde leads them in, the two not needing to pay a cover charge, Eve notes. Inside, she sees a large circular club, a throng of people dancing around the bar in the center, with booths along the walls. Upstairs, she sees a VIP section, where rough looking but well dressed figures gaze down at the patrons below.
Vetrik chuckles nervously, as Isabia gets on her knees. He groans, his salty taste filling Isabia's senses, along with his warm meat. "O-Oh..." Vetrik utters, as he gently presses his cock deeper in her mouth. "Do you do this a lot...? It feels really good..." (I'll be back in a little while.)
"That's true." Eve replied as they head out. She leaves her weapons, and grenades behind, wearing only her usual outfit. She takes note of the close calls, and would be traffic accidents. But the android shrugs it off as them being intoxicated. And as they arrive at the bar, Eve wondered if they didn't charge an entrance fee, but doesn't bother to ask. Then as they entered, "So this is a club." She said, doubting whether or not Valentija could hear her. "I suppose we should get a drink, and find a booth?" She asked, leaning toward the blond.
