Clemens looks bolder now, leaning in, breath hot along Minerva's neck, hand drawing along her stockinged thigh, fingers drawing near the hem of her skirt, slowly drawing the index finger on the inch or so of exposed skin. "Perhaps a sampling of your talents before the VIP gets his hands on you? Might give you an idea on what's in store."

Minerva could feel the hot breaths on her neck, even as a hand began to move along her black stocking before it moved up near her skin playing with her exposed skin. Ah, you quite a take charge kinda of guy, aren’t you?

"Does that...excite you?" A smile creeped along the man's lips, firmly gripping her thigh, pulling her gently into his lap, giving a teasing bite to her lips. The hand crept up, pushing at the skirt, maybe daring for another peek underneath.

I would be lying if I said it did not. She let out a soft gasp as she found herself being pulled into his lap. Already the hand that had secured around her thigh began to move up and pull up her pink skirt to reveal a bit of the black panties she wore underneath.

Clemens gave a growl, pressing Minerva back onto the seat, atop her as his hand grips to her breast, squeezing, drawing her into a long hungry kiss. Rather lusty this one was, and eager as she could probably feel his length through his pants as their crotches ground together. Nimble fingers unbutton the top two blouse fastening, hand sliding in to grasp beneath. "Mmmmmm...I was supposed to frisk you too. No problem with that, I hope?"

The security chief was quite aggressive as he soon had her pressed on the seat once more with him on top of her form. She had little chance to respond before she was caught into a long and lustful kiss. The young woman could feel the heat and bulge in his pants as it pressed against her. Soon fingers began to free up her blouse, she gasped as she could feel her blouse being opened. I suppose that is your job.

Clemens unbuttoned Minerva's blouse, letting her lay flat on the couch, noting the bra with interest. "Hrm...is this standard ADD issue? I rather like it." Another hungry kiss, and soon his knee was pressing between her legs, murring as the shuttle glided slowly towards the Guild Space Yacht.

Minerva found her blouse now completely undone as she found pressed against the couch now laying on her back. Ummm, no, I like to wear my own… The agent did not get discuss her black bra as she was soon caught up in another kiss. Almost at once she let out a soft muffled moan as she felt his knee rub her covered netherlips.

Certainly Minerva has the full attention of Clemens now, as the man's fingers slide nimbly under the agent's skirt, rubbing slowly against her covered sex, fabric pushed aside, middle digit stroking gently along her netherlips, face drawn to her cleavage, murring along the flesh...but as the going was getting good, the comm panel beeped, probably a hail from the yacht...

The redhead head felt her skirt lifted a bit. It was soon she could feel fingers move against her panties. Soon the skirt had moved aside, and the agent let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his finger begin to stroke her netherlips. It was then that comm panel beeped, Ah...I think we are being summoned...

"So we are," Clemens replied, disappointedly as he restraightens Minerva's clothes. He redoes his own uniform as he checks the vid screen, punches a few buttons. "There's the craft off to starboard. The Guild's money at work."

Ah I see. Minerva was taking the opportunity to straighten her hair as they tried to make themselves more presentable. It certainly looks pretty impressive.

The guard gave a nod. "He designed the thing himself. Just improving it year after year. Pretty safe, considering." He smiles to Minerva. "I'm certain the two of you will get along just fine..."

Minerva nodded Well it good to know he designed it. It means that he would know this vessel inside out and could answer any question I had if it is important to get us through any problems.

Clemens kept pushing a few buttons, receiving the go-ahead from Doctor Tannenberg's ship, preparing the docking clamps. "The ship thing is just one of many of his hobbies. His speciality is physiognomy. You know, reconstructive surgeries and the like. He's done some work on some nasty guys, helped them get away from local authorities. Probably why so many folks would prefer to see him dead."

With in moments, the go-ahead signal had been received which allowed the ship to prepare to leave. Physiognomy? The agent was not familiar with the word, and to rely on Clemens explaining its meaning. She nodded her head, Yeah, criminals like to cover their tracks and are often not particularly caring about how they do it or who they kill.