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Phoebe
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
Another role would merely be another chance for her to continue this charade. Without a cold metal pole to dance and rub herself against, or the sheer sexual neglection suffered with her every strenuous singing performance, the evening seemed to be quite a little more bearable. She was wrong in that regard yet again.
Viryon was here. Nothing could’ve prevented her from noticing, but there was nothing to be done about it. The scaly beauty seemed to be holding up well. There were no injuries or other signs of abuse. In the end, she was but one of many. She was a lucky specimen if that’s the case, perhaps fortunate enough to be spared until Phoebe could get her away from here.
Not that the petite blonde had the same fortune when it came down to it. She had no idea how the man she entertained for a while ended up winning, but his company was as pleasant as it was demanding to her aching flesh. As he felt her up, filling her with his digits the more she appeared to make him win, her barely stifled moans and whimpers, along with flushed cheeks were blatantly obvious to everyone around.
All the attention was a bit overwhelming at times even though most of her time in service to one master or another raised her tolerance for these things by a fair amount. These past months were more isolated as the small group headed from place to place, and her altered cells made social interactions nothing too desirable in the long run. It hurt to admit part of her enjoyed it all the same. She was no exhibitionist though it felt like it at times as pleasure rolled down her spine with the customers and their ever keen touches. Whether it be sweet relief when a patron not only teased, but tended to her charms, or the fact people seemed satisfied with her work, all of it made her feel slightly more appreciated in the grand scheme of things.
With the many eyes that took her in, one in particular stood out. A human female without collar, apparently indulging in the games among the regular aliens as an equal. Though Phoebe focused on Viryon from time to time, the woman’s gaze was something which crossed her path more often than not. Perhaps she was simply looking for an opportunity to call the young blonde over though someone as attractive and delightfully dressed didn’t look the sheepish type.
In all honesty, Phoebe couldn’t place a finger on her identity either although her face looked familiar. She’d have to move in for a closer look and the empty champagne glass offered an opportunity to do just that without forcing her to take the initiative here.
Phoebe sashayed along with a deliberate sway to the lush hips which strained the contours of her outfit for the evening, flaunting her charms for the one whose focus would be all hers for a short while. A delighted expression gave rise to an ever warm yet playful smile which had been cast upon the girl before her, and the shapely vixen didn’t hesitate to perform her duties with high spirits. As a server, having replacements wasn’t a big deal and another drink would be offered once the empty glass was retrieved.
„Is there anything else I can do for you, hun?“ At least now would be a good time to get another look at the woman without making herself seem too eager to make contact with a familiar face.
_________________ Short, but extraordinary nevertheless. - Phoebe Denning, awaiting your command!
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Tue Mar 12, 2019 11:17 pm |
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Fafner
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
The woman had that familiar look. Up close she still was unable to tell just who she was and it seemed that the woman was having that same problem. Like a name that was on the tip of one's tongue. “Actually … I wouldn't mind some private time, just a few minutes.”
She was not allowed to entertain any of the guests yet, not in that way. There were no exceptions, at least not until one of the hel'corians had been bribed and someone else came to cover her absence.
Getting into one of the private rooms the woman did not keep her long. She used a device to take a picture of her, oddly it was a clothed one.
[color=#FF8000] “How long have you been doing this? Not that you have much of a choice in the matter,” she pointed at the collar that she was wearing then sat her hand bag down in front of her rummaging through it, brown eyes peeking back up at her as she sat across from her at a little table in that private booth.
She found she could not hear anything outside of the room which indicated that it must have been sound proof. The private rooms were all different from her initial tour of the place. Some were simple like this one with booths or tables were aliens could get private dances and a bit more if they wanted. Food and the like where they could remain isolated. Others had beds, others had restraints and strange devices that she had yet to be made aware off that sat upon the head and covered the eyes from this helmet like device.
The woman regarded her for a moment making ideal small talk until a beep went off from inside her hand bag. Taking out a small rectangular device that was a communications device she looked at an incoming message, read it, went wide eyed for a moment then glanced at her grinning before placing the device away.
“I suspected as much ...” she said to herself then got out a needle with some sort of amber liquid. “Do you want to have some fun? I made this stuff myself. You can say it's my special recipe.”
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Wed Mar 13, 2019 8:59 am |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
A human without collar. The whole concept couldn’t be any more foreign to her and yet no one seemed to bat an eye. She must’ve been the lone soul curious as to why one of the guests walked carelessly among a fair number of enslaved human females. In the end, there’d be no answer to her question. Asking a paying customer anything of the sort, a rather pretty one at that without any alien features for once, seemed to be an entirely tactless remark she’d rather be not caught blurting out loud.
One milky thigh draped over the other, barely masking the fine crimson lingerie beneath her gown, the petite blonde got comfortable for her lovely client. At the mention of her collar, she let a lone fingertip trace against the device, smiling somewhat bashfully as her gaze dipped to the floor for a moment. „Ah, well .. Long enough to forget it’s actually there unless someone reminds me.“
Sitting up straight, the woman’s hands rest on her barely concealed thighs, tingling silken skin just barely out of sight with the table between the two of them. „I’ve served a variety of owners anywhere between a few weeks and several months. I’ve barely been more than a week in this place. I’m sure the others here have been doing this much longer than I.“ The conversation thus far, as brief as it was, sent ripples of delight through altered cells and muscle. Her tongue ached, and the savory sensation of flicking, then grinding it against her palate brought only temporary relief. The mere act made matters worse in the long run, but the past week was no different. With any luck her duties would allow today’s backed up desires to be unleashed. After all, one had to presume that’s what the other woman paid for. Although watching her take a picture and fiddle around with a communications device of all things didn’t fill the former agent with much confidence.
As the needle was brought up, something didn’t fit right with her. Someone on the other end of the line must’ve confirmed something, perhaps her identity or something along those lines, but it felt strange from start to finish. These little things were definitely standing out, even in an establishment as twisted as this, but she may just have been paranoid as her head filled in the gaps. Soundproof walls all around, no one to hear or see whatever events unfolded in their midst, added to the tension that crept along Phoebe’s deliciously sculpted contours. Even the top of her attire was starting to feel tight from the unease with which she approached the situation at hand.
The amber liquid wasn’t smiling at the lovely blonde, nor did the needle’s tip arouse any sort of enthusiasm here. She was never drugged in one of Vespira’s clubs before, or invited to subject herself to such treatment on a client’s whim. She wasn’t too sure about how the casino handled these things, but ultimately they let her inside with something of the sort in her bag. It may not kill her, but that didn’t mean she was any less suspicious about accepting the offer.
Yet the woman was a customer and there were roles to play. Phoebe leaned forward, an elbow resting on the table to hold her chin up in a palm. The corners of her mouth creased into a smile, her gleaming eyes at half mast as she hummed quietly to herself. „For someone as stunningly beautiful as yourself, I’m eager to have some fun whenever you are.“ Of course, Phoebe wouldn’t jump at the chance to try it. She was hoping to dance around the matter for a little while to figure out just what sort of game was being played here. „Still .. I thought you said we’d be here for just a few minutes. What made you change your mind?“
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Sat Mar 16, 2019 5:26 am |
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Fafner
Joined: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:44 pm Posts: 762
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
The whole situation gave her odd feelings. True there were aliens in the galaxy that could pass as human, others that could appear human. Others still that could alter perceptions so the woman could be something else entirely.
No matter the other aliens didn't seem to pay her much attention other than the occasional look cast her way or those that had been gambling with her. The lack of a collar had them all behaving, club rules she guessed.
Things felt odd even in that private room. The woman blushed a little, oddly it appeared that she had not been use to compliments at least by other humans. She glanced to the amber liquid in the needle to avoid eye contact for a moment before glancing back.
“Just a few moments, apparently you're still off the menu … I mean … that's not what I meant ...” she appeared flustered for a moment then set the syringe down on the table sliding it closer.
“It's nothing dangerous. Nor will it impede you. In fact ...” eyes darted again to the syringe then back to her. “We don't have much time today. But I'm sure something can be arranged in the future for longer … oh dear … that's not what I meant to say ...” the woman was tripping over her words now flustered probably out of nerves at crossing a line she had yet to cross before perhaps.
She handed her the syringe. “Let's begin again. I don't remember getting your name.”
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Sat Mar 16, 2019 9:21 pm |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
Above all, the whole situation felt odd indeed. Worse, Phoebe didn’t really know what to make of it. The woman relinquished control over the syringe and its amber contents. Another move on the chess board to make her think nothing of it, or an effort to simply get her involved in something harmless. Much like flushed cheeks, something they were about to have in common the more Phoebe had to speak, it was as difficult to place as the woman’s face which seemed all too familiar.
For the moment, Phoebe played along though the syringe was soon pinned beneath one of her fingers, now being rolled around on the table as they spoke. „You’re easily flustered for someone whose presence here would have me believe you’re quite used to the attention.“ She had to grin at that, leaning in just a little more while her voice had been lowered to force her customer to sense the practiced sensuality within her every syllable. „That’s an endearing quality to have. I’m already looking forward to seeing more of it in the future.“
The thought dawned on her that being more assertive might do the trick if one mere compliment was enough to get her in a flustered state. She was off the menu, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t entertain in other ways. Something she was going to try, however, was to push the conversation in ways that brought Phoebe a little more influence in the here and now. „As for my name .. Mmm .. You’re asking because you fancy me, aren‘t you? Are you going to come visit me once I’m on the menu?“
Smiling mischievously, she then brought the syringe up to eye level with a gentle grip. As it dipped, the liquid stirred within, and Phoebe purred at the sight thought a low chuckle soon followed as she was not yet done teasing her visitor a little longer.
As the object rested in her hand, small hands explored it with languid, often drawn out strokes as to tempt her client into paying close attention to what was being done, and what could be done if things played out however the alluring specimen desired. A fingertip traced along the needle absentmindedly, dashing against the pointy end’s edge at a languid pace. Sometimes, the narrow tip touched down on the delicate cusp of her finger, seemingly toying with the thought of allowing itself to be punctured. Phoebe glanced to the syringe for a moment, features creased into an expression of playful enthusiasm.
„Why don’t you tell me yours first, gorgeous? Oh, but that’d be rather mundane, wouldn’t it? Hmm .. Why don’t we up the ante a little bit? You can whisper it in my ear, if you like.“ She brushed aside some of her hair, cocking her head as to reveal the expanse of her delicate neck and ear for the guest to regard her offer as genuine. „If it’s a particularly pleasant one, I’ll tell you mine .. and I’ll have a dose of your special recipe as well.“
_________________ Short, but extraordinary nevertheless. - Phoebe Denning, awaiting your command!
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Sat Mar 16, 2019 11:44 pm |
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Fafner
Joined: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:44 pm Posts: 762
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
“That attention is easy to ignore ...” her tone dropped a little clearly uninterested in the glances or words of the aliens that she had encountered. She glanced to the door as if expecting someone to be there then glanced back at her.
When it came to her name the woman spoke up. Meek at first then more assertive as if confusion struck her or perhaps she really did mean both things. “Yes … I mean no … I dunno ...”
That blush deepened and she glanced away for a time looking back as she played with the needle. This was a stark change from what she had witnessed out on the casino floor. A human, a free human, among aliens had to carry themselves a particular way and she had or at the least got so involved in gambling to shut out everything else around her.
The tables had been turned as far as a name went. The woman considered for a moment then smiled. She could determine that something was affecting Phoebe. An aphrodisiac maybe or conditioning as a slave made her aroused easier she did not know which but there might be something at work here, had that been the reason behind why she had been so torn? Maybe. The woman did rise leaning closer over the top of the table in order to lean in.
“You can simply call me Jemma while we are here.” Those words lowered, a gentle whisper, that tongue could not resist a simple lick against her earlobe before drawing back, her eyes darting back to the door then to her that smile growing as she drew back a little but remained standing for now.
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Sun Mar 17, 2019 12:11 am |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
„You’re not ignoring it now, are you?“ Teasing the other woman was a bit of fun, but it was more than being playful. Sympathy for her fellow humans aside, the whole experience would be far more enjoyable if one could get the other to open herself up for it. The petite blonde chose to prod and nudge these sweet spots deliberately to get her all the more invested in the matter at hand. As little freedom as Phoebe had, she was hoping to savor these rare moments which permitted taking charge to some degree, but a small measure of amusement helped ease the tension as well, mostly her own as the injection was still on the table in more ways than one.
Saliva touched her earlobe, the cool air shifting about it bleeding into the warmth that was her client’s tongue. „How fitting .. A lovely name for a lovely face.“With a smile upon her lips, Phoebe closed her eyes with a low purr for a moment before regarding the woman whose increasingly joyful expression matched her own. „Jemma it is, then.“ Standing up to meet her on equal grounds, the heart within her chest began to pulsate with greater urgency.
„I suppose that means I owe you something in return.“ The crimson hues of growing lust that stained her features only seemed to deepen when Phoebe reached up, slow enough to let the other woman prevent what was about to happen as her free hand cupped the girl’s chin, lightly stroking it with her thumb. As her face drew near, ruby tinted lips part ever so lightly, hovering just above her chosen object of desire’s without ever establishing contact. Eyes met, one set of brown gazing deeply into the youthful temptress that was the former agent’s ever demanding gaze.
Jemma was a familiar face, but the name didn’t ring a bell. Not that it mattered. Jemma had an aura of allure about her, a customer she wouldn’t mind spending more time with. Yet there were rules, rules that could be broken but wouldn’t as Phoebe’s memories were all too clear about what could happen. Hot, aching breaths were all that’d graze her guest’s lips for the time being.
„I’m Phoebe.“ She cooed, neither backing away nor moving forward as her stare lingered, as well as the warmth that emanated from her touch. „I hope your stay here will make it easy to remember.“
Slowly, the syringe came back into view as Phoebe let her hand slip away while receding just enough for Jemma to be able to take it in. She flipped it, pointing the needle away from her lovely visitor. Her gaze flicked to the liquid, then back with a mild smirk. She wasn’t afraid of needles, but applying them to herself was out of the question. She may just ruin what could’ve been a pleasant experience between the two of them trying to administer the contents. „Admittedly I don’t have much experience with these .. Would you be so kind as to help a lady out?“
Suspicions were high, but judging from the reactions unfolding before her eyes this particular woman wouldn’t be much in the way of a threat. Once relieved of the drug, there was no measure of urgency to their actions, or fear of being called out on the contents of it. As foreign a substance as it was, Phoebe had her doubts about it being anything dangerous. Even if it was, Raleigh’s club appeared well equipped enough to handle such incidents. Surely there had to be some daring enough to try and drug girls in the past and somehow she doubted he wasn’t prepared for that or took kindly to whatever individual violated the club rules.
_________________ Short, but extraordinary nevertheless. - Phoebe Denning, awaiting your command!
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Sun Mar 17, 2019 4:57 am |
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Fafner
Joined: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:44 pm Posts: 762
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
“No, not at all,” she responded though she did not shrink away as she neared. Her eyes did flow all over the place until she closed that distance and it was tough to view much in detail.
That name did not ring a bell yet the face was so familiar. The syringe was taken from her and soon she felt those contents being injected into her. A small prick followed by a cooling sensation that quelled the heat that was flowing through her. At least for a moment before they returned though not as intense.
It felt like someone turning off a light switch only to turn it back on a second later. The bulb had no time to cool down. Nor had her desires dimmed for long, maybe the span of time to take a breath before they returned.
Jemma looked confused at the results. “I don't understand. That should have worked … you're not suffering from an aphrodisiac?” Realization to that hit her and there was more whispered beneath her breath. A single word “conditioned” followed.
She set the syringe down then considered something for a moment. She then smiled, that blush still etched on her features. “Well, Phoebe. Phoebe Denning from Ariezona I need your help ...”
It was clear that Jemma knew her or of her. She mispronounce where she was from but got the name correct. “You do want to help me out don't you? And maybe I can help you out in return.”
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Sun Mar 17, 2019 6:36 am |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
Nothing more than a gentle prick caused her green eyes to widen in surprise. Something about the amber substance inhibited the molten heat that coursed through her being. The faintest moment of relief unassociated with sexual deeds aroused nothing short of great interest in the young blonde. She recalled having her mouth and throat soaked in one of Vespira’s drugs for hours, if not nights on end, permanently altering their sensitivity. Whether this could be used to suppress the effects or reverse them in a similar fashion was a faint, distant hope to the former agent’s senses, but an option to look into which hadn’t crossed paths with her before.
Modified would’ve been a more apt description for what transpired, but there’d be no point arguing specifics. The truth of the serum was revealed, as well as why a customer would attempt to dilute the bubbly hot lust that pulsed through her veins. Admittedly, that proved to be a much greater shock than anything that occurred previously. Slowly but surely, Phoebe settled back in her chair, uncertain as to how to think about this.
„You .. need my help?“ She believed to have misheard the first time for their roles were obviously quite different in life. One was free, the other bound to a location of her Master’s choosing. That seemed to make little sense, but then again she wasn’t the one asking for help. She wasn’t entirely privy to the same sources of information. „So you know who I am .. hence the picture .. I suspected as much.“
She crossed both arms before her heaving chest, letting her gaze wander. Aegir would be delayed, or rather his assistance would be, but that didn’t mean it’d never arrive. Whatever help anyone could hope to offer was already underway. Still, as much as the last person she helped out stabbed her in the back, there was no reason not to at least listen to what could be done to relieve a fellow human of some of the pressure that was life in this cruel galaxy.
Phoebe shook her head. The heat that rendered her cheeks flushed was hardly fazed by the passing of air, and her words were only going to make it all the more intense. „Well, I’m not going anywhere .. and you’ve been friendly enough. If there’s anything you need help with, I won’t dismiss it without hearing you out first. Still, you’ve got to admit it’s a strange thing to ask considering where we are.“
Flicking up her gaze, one of her fingers tapped against her arm absentmindedly. „And .. why me? What makes you think I’d be capable of helping you, or anyone for that matter, stuck as I am? As it stands I’m having a hard time thinking anyone would seek me out specifically to help them.“
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Sun Mar 17, 2019 4:22 pm |
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Fafner
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
“Yes. I would like your help.” Jemma confirmed. “Truth be told you looked familiar from the time I first saw you but I couldn't confirm it until I had Emi run a facial recognition of that picture.
“I can only get communications to my ship and the AI there doesn't have every file that the base has but it has plenty of info. I know you can do this because I know you are or were rather an agent of the ADD.”
She grinned a little placing the syringe back in her hand bag then leaned in across the table. “My real name isn't Jemma. I was working to support a colleague tailing someone but we got separated.
“I've sustained problems with my long range communications and since I had eyes on the target I followed him here. But my work in the field has been limited and quite terrible. I'm ill equipped at this sort of thing and could only observe and try to fix my long range communications.
“Imagine my surprise to find that you already got the attention of the guy I'm after. Then when I thought I recognized you I had Emi, my AI, broadcast a signal to that collar of yours. Or did you really think you were picking those right cards by accident?
“Fortunately I've had the time to work up a little something believing that I could use the slaves her in subtle ways to gather information. As I said I'm not much of a field agent but I I'm head of the R and D department. A prodigy you may say though that serum should have neutralized any aphrodisiac or drug you were under. So your condition goes beyond something so simple ...”
She shook her head dismissing thoughts of such projects as unimportant right now in order to focus on the present. “The alien in question is suppose to be selling off a deadly device, a biological weapon. He's suppose to meet someone to sell it but has been here for a few days now so I'm unsure if he's meeting someone here or his plans changed and something happened with the buyer so he's waiting on a new one. I'm not sure ...”
In that context Jemma did look like someone she saw before. The eye color was different but that could have been from contacts. It probably was since the figure in question often wore glasses when she saw her from afar. The pair never did interact together but saw one another in passing.
"So I could really use help in uncovering information."
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Mon Mar 18, 2019 12:00 am |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
„Then there was no reason to lick my ear, was there?“ She bared her teeth with a grin at that. Somewhere deep down, the other woman was a delight to tease and a looker at that. Without a name her true identity seemed challenging enough to place, but the lack of glasses only made her all the more appealing. Or, Phoebe never cared to look in the first place. Working different departments, one an egghead and the other a daredevil, they hardly had anything to do with each other. She didn’t really know what to make of that one regardless, but coming planetside with little experience deserved some respect.
Not that the directorate did. Speaking to the fellow agent made her emotions swell. She didn’t recall resigning, nor did anyone seem to be doing anything to try and rescue her from the clutches of previous owners. There were many things left to be said about the organization and its missing members, but for the moment Phoebe refrained. This woman likely had nothing to do with it.
Though the petite blonde didn’t like to be beholden to anybody, they were all human. More than her pride was at stake here. The notion of a biological weapon certainly didn’t go unnoticed. She disliked the prospect of having to approach someone willing to deal in these wares, but Jemma hardly appeared to have any other options. Scanning her from head to toe, Phoebe doubted she had much of a chance. She’d just find herself tripping over her words and be ravaged in due time, or sit things out until it was too late to act.
While far from a specialist, that’s what the short vixen proved far more proficient in than any of these four eyed base dwellers. However, it didn’t help that she was more or less stuck here regardless as she rubbed her chin in thought. „So, in simple terms .. All I need to do is sweet talk him into sharing some of his upcoming business plans with me and report back to you, right?“
She mulled it over for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgement. „If you believe I can help you uncover the information you want, I won’t decline your request .. At least I’m sure it can be done. I’ve warmed his lap before. Arousing his interest won’t be much of a concern, trust me on that one. Still, I’m not going to promise anything. Some men’s minds are harder to pry open than others.“
„Not to mention, I’m on a rather short leash as it is. I’m not exactly allowed to touch anyone yet. At least not in that way ..“ Thinking back on what it took to be alone with another customer, there was something else on her mind as well. Though he’d explored her on the casino floor before, typically rules were in place to keep her from servicing guests. With any luck she could get him to bribe the guards for some alone time as well, but she’d have to be truly exceptional to pleasure him beyond his wildest dreams.
_________________ Short, but extraordinary nevertheless. - Phoebe Denning, awaiting your command!
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Thu Mar 21, 2019 10:55 pm |
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Luna
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
That blush deepened a little and Gemma glanced away for a second. “Well … n-n0 I suppose. The serum would, should, have eradicated any desire.” She stammered.
“But yeah, that's the gist of it.” She confirmed when the topic came back to the biological weapon. She seemed a little more focused when on that topic rather then being a distracted mess.
“I can influence that collar a little like I did before with those cards. You wouldn't imagine the things I managed to set up. Fortunately I have lots of gadgets on my ship. Some are still in the trial stages, some I couldn't risk using here and what not. A standard agent wouldn't have them in their kit but I spent a lot of time on my ship so there's plenty of half finished projects there.
“This alteration baffles me. At a quick guess something was altered in your brain's chemistry. My serum worked albeit briefly. The serum promotes the construction of chemicals to counteract those created by aphrodisiacs. Your alteration works on a similar method but is wholly different at the same time,”
She rambled as she assessed a new problem then suddenly remembered what they were speaking about turning her focus back to the present. “Whatever information you uncover will be valuable. I don't know how much time we have but Gorjen has been here for a few days. Either he's still waiting for someone with deep pockets or the weapon is incomplete and his people are smoothing out the bugs. I only go where they tell me and this really wasn't my thing too.
“I just happened to be studying some ruins on a vacation when the call came in leading on the start of this long week. You know about as much as I do now.”
She leaned across the table on her elbows. Her voice dropping to a whisper. “My real name is Luna.”
The door opened soon thereafter and the agent pressed her lips to her own kissing her as the Hel'Corian stood looked on.
Time was up and she was commanded back on the floor of the casino. “Couldn't resist that.” Luna glanced back at the Hel'Corian with a smile upon her red face. “Just when will she be ready?”
The Hel'Corian shrugged not knowing himself. Phoebe was brought back out to the casino seeing Raleigh, his hoard of alien slaves and of course Gorjen the alien in question who seemed to be on a loosing streak having half as many chips as he had just a short while ago.
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Sat Mar 23, 2019 12:38 am |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
„Come by again if you ever need me to .. sweeten your day.“ A final few parting words for the agent before they were forced to leave one another’s company. This entire exchange had left the woman aching for a rush of fulfillment, something only relief could bring. She had to wonder whenever that’d be. Her shift hadn’t lasted long up until this point and more had yet to be done.
It hurt to depart from the private booth without more than a kiss that lingered on now tingling lips. All that chatter caused her needs to rise up to tolerable, but far from comfortable levels. Flushed cheeks hinted at the molten heat that swirled within her belly, and the somewhat glassy look to unfocused eyes made it obvious her body craved company.
Back on the casino floor, however, Phoebe paid little mind to Raleigh other than casting a cursory glance in his direction. She could do nothing about him or what was going to happen to her former companion who now served him, at least for the moment. As long as there were no customers in immediate need of refreshments, her focus rested on poor Gorjen whose chips were decreasing by the end of each round.
„Hey there, handsome. Have you missed your good luck charm?“ A fleeting pass of her fingertips traced the alien’s shoulders from one side to the other as Phoebe rounded him with an elongated, affectionate purr, hands settling on the table’s edge as she bent over from the waist up. Arching her back, jutting out her wares for every blessed audience member‘s viewing pleasure, the slight woman’s salacious gaze wandering to the stack of credits he had left to spare before settling back on him. Stiff, throbbing peaks poked into the fabric from beneath. The hunger at the core of her eyes couldn’t have been any more prominent, merely enhanced by their lust drunken, glazed facade.
„You seem to be down on your luck .. I suppose that’s my fault for leaving you earlier. Please .. forgive me.“ Stretching ever so slightly, the form fitting contours of her garment emphasized every crack, every crevice along the petite blonde’s delightful curvatures, inviting many a man’s and woman’s senses to soak in her wares.
„If you want, I could try and make it up to you.“ Whether that be potentially helping him win with Luna’s assistance or goading him into aching for the pleasures of the flesh as he had earlier with the girl’s luscious bubble butt on his lap, Phoebe ached for attention she wasn’t quite allowed to experience at a patron’s hands. She hoped to reel him in with a lascivious wink though wouldn’t act without a response. Some individuals tended to respond poorly to losing, and Gorjen had lost a fair amount of chips. She didn’t mean to dissuade him from relishing her company and tried playing it by ear.
_________________ Short, but extraordinary nevertheless. - Phoebe Denning, awaiting your command!
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Luna
Joined: Fri Feb 22, 2013 3:52 am Posts: 438
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
An eye stalk twisted viewing her as she approached. Another glanced at his cards. Those long fingers ending in suction cubs the red alien paid attention to her as she moved about. “I have seen better days. But you are back now. Good. Now don't leave.”
He encouraged her back into his lap as he played. She would note that such behavior in the casino wasn't abnormal, at least for those that spent a lot of credits she reasoned. A few of the gamblers were getting shoulder rubs or had a few lucky charms gathered by them. None more than Raleigh who had several alien slaves serving his whims.
The human slaves, however, focused on the guests. No one came over to her at least not yet to correct her so it all seemed to be alright. Once more she got those impulses to select those cards to be tossed away not even aware that she was getting those impulses. Had it not been for Luna saying anything about it she would have been non the wiser.
Gorjen's luck seemed to be better off for it. He won some, lost some but never lost on those hands that had a ton of money on the line. Slowly his chips increased along with his daring. The hand rubbing her thigh crept up beneath her attire.
Fingers vanished beneath her sex tracing around those folds. Before long a suction cup attached to her clit rolling along it. When a thick finger pressed inside her lightly moving nice and slow within her it was clear he was trying to see if she could hold back.
Perhaps he wished to see if she would squirm against that digit. Her ass could clearly feel the bulge that she sat upon feeling it throb.
Gorjen set down his cards on the table lifting his glass for another server to get him a refill. It was clear that he wasn't about to let her go any where just yet. Then he picked up his cards again, studied them and default to her in which ones he should exchange.
“I haven't see you before today. New I take it. What's your name or should I just call you Lucky. Destiny? I know, Chance. I like the sound of that one.”
His finger pressed deeper inside her holding itself there. “Oh dear, looks like your Master is coming over,” he grinned spearing her pussy again with that finger but not removing it as indeed Raleigh and a few of the alien slaves had been heading over.
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Tue Mar 26, 2019 8:17 am |
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Phoebe
Joined: Wed Mar 18, 2015 8:59 am Posts: 576 Location: Space
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Re: The Search (for Phoebe)
„Nnuuhnn .. I .. I guess I’m your chance to win big, then.“ Smothered by cushy cheeks, his lap and hot throbbing phallus were welcome to relish the feel of her presence for the duration of his stay. In her flustered state, the valley between these cheeks ground back against him from time to time, sliding along the hidden slab of man meat which only thrilled the poor blonde further. Spine tingling shocks of erotic bliss pervaded her being with his every knowing touch though she was doing her best to keep his movements as well as their effect concealed there was nothing to resist these amorous advances forever.
Swollen with blood, her aching love pearl had long since proceeded to bud and emerge from its hood. The suction bestowed unto the engorged bead was nothing short of delicious. Pulse upon pulse of viciously searing warmth speared through the highly sensitive patch of nerves, eliciting staggered breaths and high pitched whimpers from the woman’s lips. She pressed them together, hoping to drown out her pleasure, but the endeavor proved to be an exercise in futility.
„Nnnf!“ Her adorable albeit flushed face wound up contorted with pleasure. She tried to retain a straight face, but often bit her lower lip or sucked in heated breaths in an onrush of carnal delight, unable to hide the truth from the masses. This alien was toying with her and he was doing well. Shimmering eyes were as foggy as her addled mind. She could only hope he savored their time together though it was one of the few thoughts she could actually hold onto for the time being.
The last few minutes, fully erect peaks prodded the insides of her attire and were blatantly visible to the outside world. Phoebe’s inner thighs twitched as shudders rolled down her spine. She squirmed against the writhing digit at her core, but always seemed to settle back in place for a temporary recovery, working diligently to prove her ability to abstain from such pleasantries.
Of course, nothing shrouded the shameful, as well as barely audible squelch of her soaked folds around him. She was drenched with desire, coating his invading finger in a glistening layer of her nectar. The molten heat swirling at her core was intense, putting her on the verge of breaking a sweat. On edge and gasping for breath, Phoebe longed for an opportunity to experience relief until either she or a willing partner collapsed entirely.
The mere mention of her Master shook Phoebe from whatever pleasant reverie haunted her senses. That lone finger lodged itself deeply within her, the girl’s hands clutching the edge of the table as her nails dug into it, looking for something to hold onto as both the pressure and pleasure of the situation were truly overwhelming. She ended up placing her focus on the game, the cards, anything but the alien’s touch which stirred her quivering chalice into a froth of juices, or the fact Viryon may be with Raleigh and see her in such a pitiful state.
Naturally, her attention rested on Gorjen and the table, but should her Master approach the girl would do her best to flash a smile and speak up. „G-Good evening, Master. It’s a pleasure seeing you here .. You honor me with your presence.“ It took everything not to moan out her pleasure right then and there, something her current customer would be unlikely to miss as her velvety flesh constricted about him. „Are you having a pleasant stay?“
_________________ Short, but extraordinary nevertheless. - Phoebe Denning, awaiting your command!
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