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Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Bumbling Buffoon on Boros
« on: July 17, 2017, 01:42:02 AM »
Gavin chuckled and nodded when Weasel confessed that he might be spending a lot of evenings in the engine room, rather than his quarters. ”Spoke like a true monkey-wrench, bud. You'll still have quarters of course – they come with the job, whether you use them or not is totally up to you. And yeah, that's IF you get the job,” the merc added, stressing the 'IF' part very solidly for Weasel's benefit. At least the kid seemed eager to do the work. A lot of mechanics were like drummers in a lot of bands: weird, strange, and a bit psycho.

When Weasel suggested Gavin might put in a good word for him, Gavin raised a brow. ”Oh? Well, I might be persuaded to do that... but what's in it for -me-?” he asked curiously. If Weasel was really hoping Gavin could do him solid and help him get the job, then Gavin hoped there might be some sort of 'appreciation' involved. Maybe some credits? Naw, the guy was broke. Maybe something else? He sure didn't seem to have much 'baggage' to bring on board with him, so he doubted that as well. Maybe he had a hot sister or friend someplace he might be able to introduce Gavin to? Hmmmm

”I can tell the cap whatever you want, but he's a very low-key person. Calm. Doesn't like... hyper-excitable kids trying to hump his leg, if you get my meaning,” he said playfully. ”He'll ask you some questions, test your knowledge, that sort of thing.... but don't worry, if he comes across like a Mr. Grumpy-pants, that's because he is. Just know that he's a pretty good guy from what I know, and he'll be fair,” Gavin finished.

Gavin did take him to the engine room, entering it then stepping aside so that Weasel could have as much time to look around as he wanted....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 14, 2017, 03:27:16 AM »
Luna encouraged him to 'give it a shot', trying to keep her in his quarters, waiting for him? He couldn't tell if she was just setting him up for failure, prepared to reject him or play some game, or if she was really might let herself 'be tempted' to agree to it. He chuckled softly at her response, not really believing that she would agree to such a thing unless LOTS of credits were involved.

She didn't resist, or even show any discomfort as he positioned her on the bed. She might even have liked it, for all he could tell, She was probably 'used to' just about anything he could do, as she was certainly no stranger to bedroom skills and experience. He definitely enjoyed her petite frame, and so far, he most certainly seemed to be able to lift and move her with ease.

She voiced her agreement and even pleasure at the idea of him going down on her – though she was quick to remind him that he'd need to get her pants off, of course. He smirked and nodded as she teased him about being 'ready' for it, offering to let him 'wait' if he thought it would be 'too much' for him. No, she had done him a huge favor with her hands, so now he would be fine for awhile, no matter how good she was. He carefully lowered himself downward to kneel between her knees at the edge of the bed. ”All in good time... or maybe -you- are the one who is in a bit of a hurry? Maybe -you- might want me to slow down, so you don't pop at the first hint of my tongue?” he teased back, obviously in the same sort of mood she was.

Then she sat up, her face drawing as close to his as possible with her sitting up and him kneeling on the ground. She urged him to make the best of his opportunity, because she wanted to kiss him again, and really enjoyed it. His smirk softened to a genuine smile. ”I love kissing you as well, and once I... finish this... we'll be doing a lot of kissing as we move together...,” he suggested, hinting at a time a bit in the near future where he'll be rocking into her with their lips locked together. She really did kiss quite wonderfully, so he was more than happy to oblige her.

For now, one of his hands lifted up to gently rest between her breasts – and gently pushed her back, urging her to lay down. Then his eyes lowered to her crotch, focusing on her pants as if they weren't even there. Slowly his head moved forward, and he began to lightly nibble along the insides of her thighs. She wouldn't feel the sharpness of his teeth, of course, since she had her pants on, but she'd feel the gentle, teasing pressure that they provided, just as his hands moved to her naked ribs and drifted upwards, each palm climbing each generous orb and palming each of them lightly. His nibbles made their way toward her core, and reaching it, he vigorously 'mauled' her crotch, growling softly as if he was some sort of animal trying to get in. Again, she wouldn't feel the actual bites, but the gentle pressure being applied would eventually find its way to her sensitive folds and clit – separated from his mauling by just a couple thin layers of fabric.

He made sure not to 'drool' on her clothes, breathing in through his mouth to keep it dry as he worked. His palms and fingers massaged her breasts, just one of her amazing features, teasing her nipples every bit as gently as his mouth was teasing her sex.

But after a few minutes of this, he smiled and lifted his head. His hands eased off her breasts and glided down the front of her torso, down to the waistband of her pants.

”Alright... enough playing around,” he said softly. ”A man's gotta -eat-,” he teased, smiling, as his hands began to ease her pants downward, sliding to her curvy hips to help them slide easier and quicker, obviously anxious to get the last of her clothes off.

Below, he could feel his manhood already thrumming back to life. He'd be more than ready for her by the time he was done doing what he was about to start...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Bumbling Buffoon on Boros
« on: July 14, 2017, 02:43:34 AM »
Gavin gave the young, excitable mechanic a look of doubt with one raised brow. COULD he keep his hands off of everything, at least for awhile? Watching the young guy at the bar, the kid seemed... hyper-active, antsy... as if he was -on- something. Of course Gavin didn't begrude a person who took to a little 'wacky tabacky' every now and then, but harder stuff was serious business, and if the kid was 'on' something, he sure wouldn't last long, and might get a rough exit off the ship.

Of course, it could just be that the kid was excited about the prospect of a job. Gavin wouldn't want to be stuck on Boros, either! So maybe if Weasel was lucky, and the Gryphon, maybe this could work out good for everyone involved.

Gavin wasn't much for conversation as they headed out of the bar and to the space port. It wasn't that far of a walk, and soon they were at the landing pad where the Gryphon was parked. Gavin gave his companion a sideways glance, noting the look of enthusiasm on his face.

Gavin led Weasel up to the airlock door – the cargo ramp was up and secured, so entrance to the ship would be a simply code punched into the keypad by the airlock. Gavin held up his hand to block the view so that Weasel couldn't see him punch in the actual code, and then with a loud 'THUNK', the airlock opened, and Gavin pulled it open wider so that they could both enter. Once they did, he secured the door behind them.

”So... what will it be first? The engine room, I suppose? Or would you rather see the bunk-room you'll have – IF you are hired?” he asked.

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 13, 2017, 02:32:37 AM »
Decker chuckled softly and nodded in response to her question. ”Yeah, I enjoy seeing the result of hard effort, yes,” he said, definitely following along with her line of thinking. He certainly did get something out of it when he pleasured his partner, and it was obvious when he did. At least, the partners he -liked-. With some girls, he simply did what he needed to do to get -his- enjoyment, which ended up in a lot of one-night-stands. But The few girls he actually liked, he had learned to please them, and when he did, he loved the results and the way they responded.

Luna followed his lead as he slow-walked them across the floor to the nearby drawers built into the wall. She spoke of dancing, but now without clothes on, and how different it would be doing it here where they had no witnesses, no one watching to complain and call a halt to it. He smiled and nodded at her supposition that they'd probably end up in bed all the more faster – because she was right. He'd want a solid but gentle surface to leverage her against so that he could fuck her, and she would want to be comfortable, as well.

”Yep... it would be fun while it lasted, but it would quickly escalate as you said, and I agree,” he nodded. How she described it was exactly how he figured it would happen, too.

When the towel was retrieved, she went about cleaning up, and he simply remained where he was, his hands and arms moving back and away to give her room to do whatever she needed to do. She assured him that there was no rush, which w he was certainly grateful for, and she had every intention of staying until he kicked her out, or until duty called him. He was surprised to hear her say it that way, to express her intention to remain with him until morning, and he smiled before he replied.

”And what if I never kick you out? And what if duty calls... but I asked you to remain here and wait for me... waiting, and -ready-...?” he asked, curious what she would say. Of course he figured she would head back to her quarters, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

Finished with the towel, then, she tossed it aside to fall with the other clothing gathered there on the floor. She looked back up at him – and his eyes delved into hers. She asked if he would dance with her toward the bed, and placed her hands on his shoulders in preparation. He saw no reason to say no, so his own hands moved down to rest on her hips, and then slowly they began to move. It was a silly little waltz-like dance that he used to guide her that way, but it didn't take long before they were still facing each other, but standing beside the bed now.

Decker glanced down at her perfect, naked chest, and he shook his head. ”I feel it coming back...,” he whispered, as if he was too embarrassed to say it out loud, or as if afraid someone else might hear him. ”I meant it when I promised it wouldn't take long. Give me another five to ten minutes, and we'll be back in business,” he said with a grin.

”Until then... why don't we lay you down here...,” he said, gently guiding her to the side and onto the bed, her legs bent at the knee and hanging over the edge. ”And I'll see if I can give -you- something to squirm about for awhile...,” he added, smiling at here, seeking to get her to lay back on the bed so that he could give her some tongue down below. He hadn't met a woman yet who hated that, and he hadn't met a woman yet who could resist losing a bit of control once he got to work....

Assuming she cooperated with him, once she was laid back, his hands moved to part her knees. ”I've never tasted a companion before – so this would be new ground for me,” he admitted. ”But I have a feeling I would like it as much or more than you do!” he challenged, still smiling and being playful....

Ship Information / Re: What Comes After Boros
« on: July 11, 2017, 03:57:58 AM »
You covered it all very well. :)

Just an additional note or two....

Niska considers Decker to be something of an 'adopted son'. He fully believes he can entice Decker back into his business. He won't send anything to 'kill' him, but... things can happen when his henchmen are under fire. ;)

Decker has no wish to return to Niska's hold. He still does have a 'soft spot' for the old man, but ultimately, Decker does not want to end up like him - rich or not.


Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 11, 2017, 03:30:17 AM »
Decker totally savored the power of his release. Luna obviously knew what she was doing, how to touch him just right, pull and push and stroke just right, how to grip his girth just right, and how to bring him right up to the edge and over it... just right. And even after her made a mess between them (mostly on her, he noticed, which actually looked pretty sexy to him), her hand stopped just short of stroking him in a way that might ruin the mood.

She complimented him on the act, commenting that she thought it was actually interesting to watch. How many men had she watched blow a load on her body, or near her somewhere she could view it? Wasn't he just another one of 'those guys'? Either way, the little act did exactly what it was meant to do: it took the edge off right away, allowing him to calm down a bit. And then she guessed that they were going to have a lot of fun together during down time....

He nodded, assuming she meant the one-hour-a-week sessions that she owed him. Yeah, he supposed those would certainly be fun, and he hoped to make it fun for her, as well, of course.

”You think so?” he asked, making it sound like a gentle tease – but he was genuinely curious if she really meant it, or if she was just stroking his ego. He caught her glancing around for something to use to 'clean up', and he quickly understood. She hadn't moved away, though, and he certainly didn't want her to, but... she obviously wanted something like a towel.

His quarters weren't huge, even if they were still bigger than the crew cabins. So, placing his hands on her hips, he smiled at her. ”Gonna shuffle -that- way,” he said, nodding toward a near wall. ”Just like we were dancing...,” he said with a grin, reminding her of their dancing together, and then gently he guided her with small side-steps until they were next to the wall, still facing one another. He leaned over to his left, reached down to a draw built into the wall, opened it and removed a small hand-towel. {decker]”Ladies first,”[/decker] he offered politely.

”When you feel comfy again... how about you come lay down with me... and let me run my hands over your body and see if I can't get -you- to feel as good as I do now? I promise you I'll be ready to go in about... ten minutes or so...,” he offered. He had various ways of doing that, but he was hungry to please her now. He wanted to make a good impression – even though he knew it was probably an impossibility to REALLY impress her, given the number of men she'd been with. But if he could just make a -good- impression... maybe she'd be a bit more eager to be with him intimately in the future?

It sure couldn't hurt to try....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Bumbling Buffoon on Boros
« on: July 09, 2017, 06:57:19 AM »
Gavin snorted softly when Weasel admitted that he 'pisses people off' – at least NON-crewmen, he quickly added, which made Gavin smile. He also suggested it was best for him to say away from the Boros military-types, and Gavin responded by raising his glass for a moment in a mock-toast to his new-found acquaintance. ”Here, here! Something we DEFINITELY have in common,” he said, before bringing the mug to his lips for another few gulps of his tasty brew.

But the young fella did mention that he wouldn't be against coming back to the bar to see the girls again, even though he was certain he'd 'strike out'. That almost made Gavin want to toss a few credits to one of the girls to give the guy a 'good time'... -almost-. He barely knew the guy, and though he seemed likable, he -could- just be working some nefarious angle that Gavin just didn't see yet.

Weasel hopped from foot to foot, though, eager to get moving. Gavin did down the rest of his drink pretty quickly, nodding. ”Alright, alright, let's go already,” he said, setting down the nearly-empty mug on the table as he rose to his feet. If Gaving was 'under the influence', he sure didn't show it. He walked straight, his words didn't slur, and he moved briskly toward the door, glancing back to make sure Weasel was following.

”Just one rule when we get to the ship: Don't touch shit, got it? You aren't a member of the crew -yet-, so you don't get to touch anything. -Especially- any of the ladies. The doc is a little antsy around guys, and the companion would likely break your fingers – unless you've got lots of credits to spend, of course. But even in the engine room – DO. NOT. TOUCH. Got it?” he asked, turning his head to address Weasel as they walked, headed out of the bar and toward the spaceport.

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 09, 2017, 06:21:25 AM »
Decker smiled when she voiced her thought that he wanted to watch, but he didn't have time to answer as she closed the remaining short distance and pressed her lips to his, her tongue wasting no time – nor did his as he responded, their tongues twining together immediately in a smooth dance, their lips forming a sweet, firm seal against one another...

He -did- want to watch, but he also knew that, if he played his cards right, there would be -ample- time to watch everything he wanted later. Right now, the focus seemed to be to get rid of that first 'hurdle', that first load that would come quickly and easily, so that he didn't do so while they got down to more serious business. He was only slightly embarrassed by it, but was sure that this was just something else she was used to doing for clients who were overly eager and excited to have her.

Decker quickly pushed such thoughts aside. Thinking of her with other men... -annoyed- him. He didn't want to think about it, or wonder just how 'good' any of them were, or how much she enjoyed them, or if he could 'equal' or better any of them, some of them – or none of them. Instead, he tried to redirect his thoughts towards her and nothing and no one else.

Their kiss deepened, and he went right with the flow. It was sensual, erotic, definitely not the way he'd kiss her in public, if he was worried about offending someone. Then she began to stroke, slowly, a long one that moved her hand up his shaft toward the tip. She gave him long, slow strokes at first, occasionally letting her hand brush a little higher, caressing the super-sensitive head of his plum-like cockhead. He loved how small her hands felt, his breath quickening already. His hips moved slightly, in time with the speed she moved her hand. Decker was obviously already quite into it, his hand gently fondling her breast, fingertips lightly teasing her nipple. His other hand slipped around her lower back, his hand gliding down to her ass, openly groping it firmly – but not too hard. He'd been completely gentle with her so far, no matter what part of her he touched, and he planned to continue that... for as long as he could.

Her hand speed slowly quickened, and his hips moved faintly in response, pressing his lips a little harder against hers, his hands gently groping her flesh a bit more at breast and ass cheek. His tongue was more aggressive – agile and quick, and he hoped she would allow him to use it -elsewhere- on her, too – if she liked such treatment. Maybe she didn't? Decker knew without a doubt that he would find out tonight, for sure – along with finding out a lot of other things about her...

Her hand set a steady, quick pace, and less than a minute went by before he was slowly turning his body to face hers, giving her more than enough time to adjust her grip as she pumped, placing her hand and his cock between them, angled upward. The kiss continued for a dozen more pumps of her hand before he suddenly pulled his lips away from hers with a soft gasp. His hand on her breast moved up to her cheek, caressing it, cupping it, then sliding back into her hair, grabbing a fistful of it tightly in his grasp. His other hand slid naturally from her ass to her hip, gripping it firmly.

“Almost there...,” he whispered to her, as if sharing such a personal secret with her and no one else. His lips brushed hers again – but just a light brushing this time, avoiding a full on kiss again as his breath came in ragged gasps now.

Then as suspected, she eventually felt it – the quite noticeable selling in her hand, the pressure of his iron-like shaft pressing against the inside of her hand, especially when she focused it near the tip.

Shit... just like that... yeah... like... that...,” he hissed, and a few moments later, his body began to tense and grow rigid.

“Fuck!” he gasped, his hand in her hair tightening more – just to the point where she could feel it, but without any pain at all. His hand on her hip pulled – but not enough to press their bodies together and stop her hand. No, her hand continued it's assault on his hardness, and he even slowly rose up on the balls of his feet at the last few seconds, and with his eyes closed, she'd easily seem him hold his breath...

Until a few pumps later, he erupted.

The accompanying groan was deep, rumbling and hard, just as she felt the first spurt of his seed launch upward onto her belly. If she kept pumping, though – which he silently hoped she would – the remaining jets of hot, sticky goo would fling in various directions, depending on where her hand was mid-stroke, some of the globs of stickiness gathering on the smooth skin of her belly, or on his own, or on her hand...

He was coiled tightly like a spring as his climax overcame him, and did so quite deeply. And, much to her satisfaction he assumed, his knees did begin to shake again midway through the climax, faintly but still noticeable...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 09, 2017, 04:39:03 AM »
Their hands moved slowly, but steadily, each of them skilled in this sort of 'preparation'. He might not be a 'professional' like her in the arts of intimacy, but he certainly knew the basics, and a lot of the 'advanced' stuff, enough to control his movements, going at the same speed she was, not rushing and doing his best to be in complete control of himself.

There would be time to 'lose control' later. Much later.

But when her hand slipped up her backside and he saw her bra nearly fling itself off her impossibly perfect breasts – he couldn't control his eyes from widening a bit as they were immediately drawn downward. His movements halted for a moment as Decker simply took in the sight. Gone was the teasing outfit, the teasing bra, the 'hints' and the 'enticement'. Now, her chest was in full view of his oggling eyes. Decker had seen a lot of breasts in his life, but he was pretty darn sure he had never seen a nicer rack than hers – in person, or in Cortex image, or anywhere else.

”Wow...,” was the only expert response he could give at the moment. One of his hands moved up slowly and very reverently cupped one of her breasts. For such a small woman, she was stacked perfectly, and he couldn't help but wonder if she'd had surgery before. There were no marks, though, none that he could see, but he also suspected that the Companion's Guild would have access to the very best surgeons money could but. Gently his hand felt the weight and texture of what he touched.

Her hands moved to his chest and he didn't even really register it, not that he would have minded anyway. She had wonderfully soft hands, and she knew -just- how to touch him. Even having her hand on his arm as they walked together earlier that evening had been electrifying in its own way.

Luna responded to his words, confessing that 'hard and fast' might be enjoyable – a little later. Yeah, she was probably 'used' to that, for sure – a lot of men lacked the willpower, he presumed, to take her slow. She was probably quite used to men going hard, fast... and -done-, in a few minutes or less... And her following words seemed to hint at something like that, suggesting her hand could quickly take the edge off – and sadly, she was probably right.

He nodded in response, agreeing to her suggestion that he'd love to feel her hands on him. Then, she slid one of her hands downward, dipping into his crotch. She would easily feel his body shiver when her nails caressed his balls, a faint, deep groan coming from his throat as she did so. He was, as she likely guessed, hard as iron. Decker's eyes closed slightly, reminding himself mentally over and over again to keep his cool. Then she whispered, asking how quickly this should go, how quickly he wanted access to her body.

Those words made his eyes open and he turned his head to look down into her own. He felt her hand griping his cock like the handle of a sword that she might wield, her fingers struggling to completely encircle his girth. And then he whispered back to her.

”I've wanted free access to your body the moment we met...,” he admitted, and even though he didn't -want- to admit it, he didn't beat himself up over it: he assumed that she knew that anyway. ”But the quicker you get this part over with... the sooner that I can maybe pleasure you, as well... But... if you want this to go faster, I suggest you kiss me... and kiss me deeply... while you do it,” he suggested, and even lowered his lips toward hers – but stopped short, in case she didn't want to, or in case she wanted to speak first. He'd let her move that last inch to meet his lips with hers if she wanted to go that direction...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Bumbling Buffoon on Boros
« on: July 08, 2017, 03:48:37 AM »
Gavin was taken a bit by surprise over how eager Weasel was to get to the ship – and now check out the engine room. Gavin never understood the 'love' that mechanics had for such things. To the mercemary, it was just an engine. A moving part that wasn't human. Of course it was an IMPORTANT part of any ship, but to Gavin, it was still just an engine.

Gavin gave Weasel a long look, as if trying to see through his demeanor to find out if the guy had something 'bad' planned. Afte a moment, though, Gavin nodded. ”Sure, I don't see how it could hurt just to go have a look,” he said, then smiled, ”Right after I finish this drink,” he said, raising his glass to tip it back again, more than half empty.

Draining the rest of the mug in short order, Gavin set it back down on the table and let out another large belch. Too much drink too fast, he believe. And then he glanced at Weasel as he admitted he wasn't a big fan of Boros.

”This place? No, neither I nor our captain likes it here, either. Military type are too... upright. Too rigid and too tight on 'rules' and 'regulations'. But we don't get in their way, and they don't get in ours. We're planning on leaving tomorrow, in fact, on toward our next destination – which is a secret, so don' bother asking,” he said with a sly smile.

”But if you're done, we can go have a look at the ship, if you want. Then we could come back here, if you want, and see when those two beautiful ladies get off their shifts tonight...,” he shrugged with a smile as he made his suggestion.

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 08, 2017, 03:33:16 AM »
Luna moved along with him, perfectly content as far as Decker could tell. He even noticed that she had undone the knot of her shirt just below her breasts, freeing the opening at the front of her shirt, which would indeed make it easier for him to undress her, as he had expressed a desire to do, and she her permission for him to do it.

She was ok with the light as it was, and he nodded. He had nothing to be ashamed of either, but a softer light right now just felt... -right-. Romantic, even, though he knew this was all business, and not anything remotely 'romantic'. He reminded himself that no matter what happened tonight, tomorrow she would be the Companion still, and would be looking for her next 'client'. Someone more than willing – and capable – of paying her huge sums of money to enjoy what he had hoped to get for free.

He didn't dare bring it up again, though. She had indicated she didn't want to focus on that aspect, and doing so might very well ruin her mood, something he definitely wanted to avoid. She seemed in a randy mood, and he wanted to enjoy it and take advantage of it while he could....

They faced one another, moved together, her hand rising to caress his jawline, while her other hand moved down to his belt. She indicated she didn't plan on -just- blowing his mind, reminding him that she was going to 'help him along'. He had an idea what she might be intended, and with a soft smile he nodded – as his lips met hers.

That was all it took as his mouth pressed to hers, eagerly attempting to unleash some of the passion she had suspected he was bottling up. His tongue sought hers, and his hands rose up to her shirt, gently parting it, now that she had undone it and the knot was no more. He gently pulled it apart, and then gently down her slender shoulders as they kissed, and he felt her hand work his belt open with quick skill. With her shirt slid down her arms – one of them she could pull free of it, her other hand was still resting at his belt – he moved his hands, then, to help her with his pants, moving a hand to unbutton and then unzip it – as if opening the door for her.

Then, deciding to 'help' her a little more, his hands moved to his hips, and pushed down on his now-open pants, and his underwear too, pushing down just far enough to free his manhood which sprang forth like a loaded spring. He groaned when it was finally free, his lips surging against hers heatedly. And then his hands were back on her skin again, above her hips, the bare skin between her pants and bra. His palms caressed smoothly across her skin as he thoroughly enjoyed her kiss. Slowly he drew the kiss to a close, reluctantly pulling his lips away from hers for the moment.

While backed slightly away, his hands moved again, to his shirt – the one she had bought for him – and gently pulled it up and over his head and tossed it carefully onto the nearby stool, revealing his scarred, but muscularly cut torso. He was a lean man, but what meat he had on him was muscle and bone, well-formed and well-kept. The scars were those that she might expect from someone with his background: small burn marks, small bullet-wound scars, and several long, thin ones that were no doubt caused by a sharp object, such as a knife or sword.

”It's taking every ounce of willpower I have not to toss you on my bed, tear your clothes off, and take you hard and fast – no matter how long I last,” he said softly, still partially smiling. ”Who knows? It might still happen... just maybe a little later..,” he teased....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 06, 2017, 01:53:00 AM »
Luna shot down his idea of putting bullet holes in her clients, and Decker immediately made a very exaggerated 'pouty-lip' look to show his 'disappointment'. But she went on the explain how it would be difficult to keep it quiet from the crew, the idea of her 'staying' with him. She'd even use her current quarters as a massive 'wardrobe storage room', and she confessed to being a 'cuddling' type who seeks warmth in bed when she's asleep....

As erotic as that image was, he knew it was still her just being silly. It was something he'd never be able to afford, and they both knew it. Perhaps that's why she so easily joked about it – and why he did, too. It was like joking about being rich or owning an entire planet or something – goofing around about impossible things always held a bit of silliness to it. ”A guy can always dream...,” he said, simple and to the point. Having that kind of access to her was definitely in the 'dream' category, at least someone at his income level.

She announced that they were almost home when they pulled-up to the space port, near the closest entrance to the berth where the Gryphon was parked. They exited the cab and she took care of the fare, which again made him feel a bit guilty, even if she was far more financially able to cover such expenses. He had agreed to the terms of their 'date', and he bit his tongue, knowing that whining about her paying for everything would just disappoint her.

She commented on the night being so beautiful, and without taking his eyes from her, he agreed. ”Yes... it is,” he replied, a faint smile on his lips. It truly was a good time, and from what he could tell, she had enjoyed herself, as well. She took his arm, and then he led her toward the ship.

Decker led her into the port, and headed for the Gryphon which came into view as soon as they were inside. He noticed that the loading ramp was closed, which meant that Gavin was either inside and not available, or he had left the ship. Being that it wasn't very late, Decker assumed Gavin had gotten up the urge to head out for the evening, which was fine for the captain. When he and Luna reached the ship, he guided her to the single-door airlock, punched in the access code, and after a soft 'beep', the airlock door opened, allowing them to go inside. Once inside, Decker closed and secured the door, then turned back to her. The ship around them was quiet.

”My quarters, I believe...,” he said softly, and then he led her that way, up the stairs to the top level where the crew quarters were, down the gangways that led to each of the various doorways to the last one at the end – Decker's much larger – and more comfortable – cabin. Reaching it, he pulled the handle on the bulkhead door and slid it aside, then smiling at his date, motioned with his hand. ”After you, my lady,” he offered smoothly, then waited for her to enter before he followed.

The dim lights of his quarters were on, casting enough glow that they could each see enough to at least move around without walking into anything. The large room was at least twice the size of a normal crewman's quarters, and possessed the basics: Several small doors that indicated a wardrobe, a small desk and a single stool bolted to the floor, a single door that actually led into a bathroom just large enough to house a stand-up shower, toilet, and small sink. A set of bookshelves held a half dozen actual books, and against the far wall rested a bed, larger than the single-sized beds on the rest of the ship.

”Not exactly candle-light... but I think it will do...,” he said, closing the door to his quarters behind him. Turned to her, he walked over to stand before her, then slipped an around around her lower back- and suddenly pulled her hard against him.

”Now... we get to see if you were just teasing... or if you really did plan on blowing my mind tonight...,” he said, and then he leaned toward her, intent on starting a heated kiss that would soon take them elsewhere, if she allowed it...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Bumbling Buffoon on Boros
« on: July 06, 2017, 01:30:59 AM »
Gavin bit his lower lip in order to keep himself from cracking-up over Weasel's attempt to deal with the serving girl. It failed, he failed, it all failed when the young guy's eyes homed-in on the woman's generous curves. Only when she started to laugh and roughed up Weasel's hair did Gavin also let loose and laughed as well. It was hard not to - the guy's eyes were bulging like some sort of weird bug. The server took the empty mugs and left.

But then he quickly returned to the business at hand, suggesting they go find the captain. Gaving shrugged, but then narrowed his eyes a bit. "You seem to be in a big hurry, lad. You're not wanted by the authorities or anything... -ARE- you?" he asked dramatically. He would be surprised if the guy before him was a criminal, but then again, Gavin knew criminals came in all shapes and sizes. One could certainly feign to be innocent, and Weasel could be just another example of that, perhaps.

"Anyway... I know the captain left the ship with some pretty girl, so he won't be there. We could always head there, I could show you around... and then tomorrow when he's available I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you. Whaddya say to that? Go sit in the cargo hold of a ship and get a good look around at the rest of it? Orrrrrr.... wait here, and see the sights there are to see here?" Gavin asked, nodding toward another serving girl who was every bit as gorgeous as the other one Weasel had nearly lost consciousness while examining...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 05, 2017, 05:33:37 AM »
Decker let out a soft laugh when Luna reminded him of the 'weak knees' and the 'tuna excuse'. Yeah, those moments had not been some of his 'best' moments, but they were apparently ingrained in BOTH their minds now. He loved her roguish smile, though, and he was happy to keep up the banter for as long as she was willing to smile at him for it. He liked that she didn't shy away, but rather dished it right back. That bode well for their forthcoming bed-play, for sure.

She then stated that she would not take a 'contract' with any of the other crew, and inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief. On the outside, he simply nodded, accepting her promise. She also explained -why-, and again he silently nodded, understanding, accepting, and agreeing with her explanation. She also made it clear that if things ever became 'awkward' between her and himself, she would know I was time to leave. It struck him that she might already have -planned- it? Or was the comment just meant as a way of letting him know she wouldn't stay around to make things even more complicated and uncomfortable? He appreciated the thought, but hoped it would never come to that.

And then she reiterated how she didn't want to risk undermining his authority, and she was well aware that this was his ship. He nodded again, glad to hear her willing to make sure that their actions together didn't cause any negativity around the ship – even though he couldn't think of a reason why who he was fucking would give anyone a reason to be resentful. Jealous in Gavin's case, sure. But resentment?

But it was her speech about coming to his quarters – and making an offer to allow her to stay as long as she liked that caught his attention – and actually stung him a bit. He could tell her voice was still in 'teasing mode', but still... something about it almost felt like she was rubbing it in that he couldn't -afford- to do the things she just described, even though it appeared obvious that she knew he would want to.

But instead of getting defensive, he chuckled softly and replied. ”Ah, if only I could afford that – having you move in with me. What a couple we would make! But then after your first client, I'd be forced to shoot him, you would not be pleased, and that would be the end of such a promising relationship,” he finished, laughing, putting a more friendly spin on his thoughts. If -only- he had the money to 'keep' her like she described, but he didn't even have the money for an hour a week – he was getting that from their deal, not from an outright purchase.

”Besides, I probably don't have enough wardrobe space for all your beautiful clothes – and I bet you are a bed-hog!” he teased her back as the taxi pulled up and came to a stop outside the space port.

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Bumbling Buffoon on Boros
« on: July 05, 2017, 04:46:39 AM »
Gavin smiled widely as Weasel spit out his drink (thankfully not in HIS direction) and began coughing and choking in response to Gavin's suggestion that the waitress might be 'into' him. Frankly, Gavin wasn't sure if that was true or not, but the girl HAD given Weasel a warm, friendly smile, something she didn't do for ALL the patrons, he noticed. Maybe Weasel reminded her of her little brother or something silly like that? Or... maybe she just liked younger men who didn't -try- to get in her pants every other minute?

”Whoa there, Mr. Fish! Careful there trying to inhale your drink!” Gavin said cheerfully, even reaching over to gently pat Weasel on the back, as if attempting to help him catch his breath and cough up any beer he might have unwittingly inhaled.

The kid managed to ask Gavin for a clarification about 'how' the waitress might 'like him', and Gavin shrugged. ”My friend, I am a master of women, and I know them so well I can watch them for awhile and have an idea what they are actually thinking. See, the lady appreciated your kindness, and appreciated that you didn't try to grope her like most bar partrons do, nor did you openly stare at her tits or anything like that. She likely thinks you are a gentleman. And, I think there's a good chance that if you made a move – a gentle one, like, asking her out or something – she would actually consider it!” he said, tilting back his mug to down a few swallows of his own drink.

”Trust me, my friend. Sixty percent of the time, I am right every time!” he exclaimed, and then his eyes grew wide.

”Ok! She's coming back! Here's your chance! Just... be yourself. Don't openly stare at her tits. Be -relaxed-. I'll be right here if you need help!” Gavin offered, giving Weasel a quick reassuring thumbs-up as the waitress headed back to their table...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 05, 2017, 04:34:19 AM »
Luna's expression that she had 'faith' in him made him smile. She could have been teasing, he knew, but it wasn't really important at the moment. He certainly didn't want to slow down their return to the ship, which is what would happen if he did something 'indecent' and got the local police involved. And being an Alliance military base nearby, he imagined the police were pretty hard-ass.

She snuggled a little more into him when he slipped his arm around her shoulders. Why did it feel like she fit -perfectly-, right there beneath his arm, against his side? Because she was shorter than him? It wasn't like she was 'custom made' for him by any means, even if he liked to fantasize a little that she was.

In response to his request, though, she counter with a trade offer – ever negotiating, it seemed. She would allow him to do what he asked – be the one to remove her clothes – if he allowed her to do what she suggested in the changing-room. At first, the idea seemed almost like a poke in his ribs, accusing him of being unable to 'pace himself', but she did make an excellent point: she knew as well as he did that he was intensely charged and ready to lose his mind, and by getting past that 'first release', they could settle into something more... intimate.

”Well, because I wanna get you out of your clothes as quickly as I can, I'll agree to your terms, Miss Halloway,” he answered playfully. He had no intentions of reverting back to calling her by her formal name – at least not until they went back to 'being themselves'. Tonight was -special-, she had said, and for tonight, he'd call her Luna as many times as she wished. At the moment, he just wanted to tease her again, as they had been teasing each other for awhile now. He didn't expect she'd give him any grief other than perhaps a poke in the ribs with her elbow.

Then she suggested keeping their tryst a secret from the crew... and he stopped to think on that for a moment. She claimed she didn't care if the others knew about their 'business arrangement', but she was worried for -his- perceptions of the crew knowing he and Luna had an 'arrangement' that was rather intimate.

”There's a couple ways that could go. If they know, then some of them might think they could enjoy your services themselves,” he said. ”I am very certain Gavin would come to you then to inquire, and perhaps even offer you the coin for... services,” he said, hoping his voice didn't give away the fact that he didn't like that idea. ”Keeping it quiet might be the more... professional way to go. I honestly assumed that is what you would prefer, as well. After tonight, when things go back to 'normal'... I just assumed you'd expect a more... professional... attitude between the two of us,” he suggested. And he knew a 'professional attitude' didn't include affection in front of others – or 'off the clock'. He would be relegated to his one-hour sessions each week – plus any bonus minutes he might otherwise swindle out of her someway....

The cab suddenly slowed down, and just like Luna, Decker glanced out the front to see that it was just a traffic light. They were almost back to the port, though, and he looked at her again, whispering to her, his face serious once more.

”You'll come to my quarters then? The bed is probably more comfortable, and definitely bigger. And... you could stay as long as you like...,” he suggested. Maybe if his quarters were more comfortable, she'd WANT to stay longer, and he wasn't going to try to talk her out of that....

Then the cab was moving again, closing in quickly on the port and their destination....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 03, 2017, 07:08:48 PM »
Being with Luna had certainly helped him to relax, at least in most ways. There was another tension, though, that wasn't normal for him, and she had sent it spiking through the roof. But that was a nice kind of tension, and he wasn't about to complain at all. He generally preferred to stay on the ship, to keep an eye on it and protect it like it was his only child. But this was nice, getting away for a bit, forgetting for just awhile that they'd be back out in the black sooner rather than later.

She played along with his innuendo, more than willing to 'comfort' her over her 'mental breakdown', and he smiled at her as they played their little game of words. He knew that later tonight, or possibly in the morning, if her words were true, she'd finally send him on his way, and -then- he could get back to being the dour ship captain that he was used to being. But for tonight – what would it hurt to relax and just... -be- for a little while?

As the taxi came to a halt, Luna responded to his concern about the driver – and that certainly made sense. Most people riding in a cab didn't pay the driver much mind, and he figured the reverse was true, too – most drivers didn't pay their customers much mind, either. And certainly any veteran cabbie had seen two people in the back making out, kissing and touching and, who knows, maybe going -pretty far- before they realized they were being watched. She was right, again, and with that, Decker discarded any notion of possibly hurting the cab driver's feelings.

Once Decker gave the directions and the cab moved to head in that direction, Luna discouraged him from getting TOO worked-up where they were – they weren't far from the spaceport, and there wasn't much time to get very far anyway. Her hand settled on his thigh – high up, so close to the hottest and most aching part of his body. He regretted now not going to the washroom at the club, but it was too late to worry about that now.

”No problem, though you do make it quite difficult to control oneself,” he whispered back to her, and he raised his arm nearest her and slid it across her shoulders, past her neck, his hand sliding down the side of her opposite arm.

”Do you think... you could let me undress you? When we're alone, I mean?” he asked softly, curious if she would allow it, or if she would insist on handling her own clothes. ”I promise I'd be careful with your clothes..., he added for good measure, so that she wouldn't think he meant to tear them from her body or something. He spoke to her in hushed whispers, his lips near her ear. The driver seemed to know right where to go, and he carried them efficiently toward the spaceport.

They'd be there soon, Decker realized, and within a minute or so after they'd be back on the ship – and if he was lucky, soon after that they'd be in one of their quarters, alone... and free to do as they pleased. Is that when she'd spring her 'conditions' on him? Demanding something from him once he was so worked-up he couldn't say no? Part of him still expected some sort of trick, but for now – he was taking her at her word, learning to trust her, learning to believe in her... and hoping she was everything his imagination was making her out to be....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 03, 2017, 05:23:31 AM »
Luna was quick to offer compliments about his dancing, as well. She still sounded completely genuine, and he couldn't imagine someone being THAT good at acting that she was just pretending. It just didn't seem like that was possible, really. She made excellent points that Decker found himself nodding in response to: no awkwardness, no harsh bumping into one another in painful ways, and he agreed that they made quite the pair. She suggested that they should find time to dance on the ship, too, and he nodded.

”We could do that... but somewhere private. I don't want to dance in front of the crew and risk traumatizing anyone,” he said with a laugh himself. Truth was, acting like that on the ship, while the ship was in flight, might be seen as some as being 'unprofessional'. Unless it was during some 'officially declared downtime'... which he would have to think about. But he had no problems finding some place private for them to dance, if she really wanted to.

Luna played along with his comments, and questioned his eye-sight. She claimed she had already been 'throwing herself' at him, which made him chuckle loudly. His eyes moved down to her unbuttoned shirt when she mentioned it – he simply couldn't help it – and then he slightly shrugged. ”You missed a few buttons, I think,” he said, and he knew he didn't need to respond to the 'nothing worked' comment. She'd seen evidence of her efforts working VERY well on him, all evening. "Next time you should just unbutton them all. There were PLENTY of chicks in there wearing little more than a bra," he commented, making it clear that even if her shirt was on but unbottoned with nothing but a bra beneath - it sure would NOT have gotten her in trouble!

He chuckled again when she suggested that she was going to go back to her quarters so that she could cry her eyes out in shame and embarrassment. Had she ever felt -either-, he wondered to himself? Maybe when she was young? Now, though, she was so confident, so... -perfect-... how could she ever be in a position to feel either of those emotions, he wondered?

”Well, I humbly invite you to my quarters, where you are welcome to cry on my shoulder, sweet Luna. Perhaps I can help... cheer you up, and piece your heart back together,” he answered suggestively, as he then turned his head, raised one of his hands to wave at a taxi passing by. The first two that passed were already occupied, but the third suddenly swerved over to the side of the road and came to a halt near them.

”Do you think the driver will get mad if we make out in the back seat?” he asked in a whisper, gently guiding her toward the side of the street where the taxi waited, just a few steps away. Then he opened the door for her, allowing her to get in first, followed by him – closing the door behind him.

”Spaceport, berth seventy-one, please,” he said quickly to the driver, who had turned his head to wait for directions where they wanted to go. Then, without a word, the driver turned back and began driving.

Then Decker turned his gaze back to the woman beside him... and simply started at her in silence, a half-smile on his face...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 03, 2017, 04:33:57 AM »
To his last comment that he called into her ear, she shouted out that the feeling was mutual, her smile broad, pleased – and so beautiful. Then she shouted something else he couldn't quite hear, but he made it out to be 'You've quite a pair!'. Of course, she got to see his 'pair' during their initial negotiation, so he smiled and waggled his brow a bit and nodded thankfully – not at all realizing that wasn't -quite- what she had tried to say above the din of the music around them.

As his hands moved to her hips, her hands slid down to the front of his body. It was easy to imagine the two of them dancing like this in private... nude... teasing and arousing each other as their bodies reacted naturally. But soon, they were both dancing, moving as they felt the urge to, but never far away from one another. Decker made sure of that, now, so that any stray fellas thinking they might gain her attention simply wouldn't have a chance to.

She belonged to him tonight, and that's how he was gonna think of it.

They touched, rubbed, gently bumped... on a few occasions, he intentionally danced in some silly way to try to get her to smile, and when it worked, he smiled with her. It might be difficult for her to believe that the guy in front of her now was the same grumpy, uptight guy who had left the Gryphon with her just a few hours ago. Shopping, dinner, dancing... and a lot of talking... had certainly worked well to loosen him up... just as she was taught to do.

Not once did it cross his mind that she might have ulterior motives. Oh sure, she figured she -might- be trying to impress him in order to cut a better deal, to 're-negotiate' a better deal with him. But secretly he hoped she would try, because he would certainly make her -earn- a better deal, now that he had experienced her 'negotiation techniques', personally. But nothing more than that even came close to crossing his thoughts, the idea that she was slipping in close to him in order to earn his trust, or learn more about his plans or intentions... so that she could report them back to someone else.

One song led to another, and he quit counting after four. He was intently focused on her, and she seemed focused on him, and each new song provided a new opportunity to continue their public foreplay. More than a few times his hands slid lightly along her bare midriff.. more than once his fingers grazed her ass, or the undercurve of her breasts. More than once his lips glided along the side of her neck fleetingly, and his hands slid down her arms, fingers sliding over the back of her palms, and more than once he moved behind her, pressing his hips forward against her ass, his head raised back as if he had just experienced an intense climax. Nobody around them cared. Nobody said a word, everyone else was involved in their own courtship, or dancing with their own partners.

Eventually, sooner than he would have expected, she gave him 'the sign'. He nodded, a mischievous smile crossing his lip, while silently hoping they weren't leaving early on his account. He had obviously been enjoying himself, but both of them did look rather 'well exercised', and he eventually realized that they really had been at the dance hall for quite some time.

He led the way, gently taking her hand to start weaving through the crowd, doing his best to be gentle and courteous without stopping. It took a few minutes, but they eventually did make it to the exit, and out into the fresh air. It was darker now in the night sky, but there were ample street lights to provide plenty of lighting. Decker turned to face her once they were clear of the building, his hand still holding hers.

”That was FUN!” he said, smiling ear to ear, and there was very little chance he could be faking it. She new a Companion could be trained to fake almost any emotion – but Decker most certainly wasn't a Companion, and his grin was infectious. ”You really DO have some nice moves, you know? Watching you move in there was like... watching -art-...,” he said, trying as best he could, in his own simple way, to compliment her dancing skills. Gently, his hand pulled on hers, urging her to come closer to him, urging her to press up against him again. When her body was pressed to his, his hand that held hers extended out to the side, and his other hand went to her hip. Then he turned his face in the direction of their raised hands, gently pressed his cheek against hers – and began to dance that way a few steps in a tango-like step. After a few steps he stopped, laughed, and turned his head to look at her again.

”Are you positive, completely positive, that you want to head back to the ship now? Because, if we do... you know what's going to happen... You're going to throw yourself at me. I am going to try to be a gentleman and resist. But you're going to wear me down and make me give-in and do something you might regret later,” he said, obviously full of mirth, and high in the moment....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 03, 2017, 03:35:38 AM »
Luna was the one to finally bring the kiss to a close, and he didn't resist it, of course – except to chase her lips for just a split second when she pulled away. She kissed nicely, and he rather enjoyed it – and really, he saw no reason why he wouldn't be able to enjoy that for an hour.

It wasn't until she did, though, that he noticed everything around him had changed. One second, they were slow-dancing to a very romantic song. The next moment – it was like when they first came in, people crowding the floor, bouncing all around. Decker glanced around for a moment to gather his senses, then looked back to Luna who still had her arms up and around him, like she was going to hug him or something. She moved her head forward, to the side of his, and he craned his neck down to make it easier for her. He could hear her voice next to his ear as she spoke just loud enough for him to hear her over the music.

His eyebrows steadily rose as she spoke. She was -not- being a 'Companion' tonight... no contract, no time constraints... sleeping naked... Then she urged him to make sure he retained enough energy for a long, steamy session of sex together....

When she pulled away, she'd see the 'wow' look on his face, but he eventually nodded, then leaned forward like she had, raising his hand up to shield his mouth and ear as he replied loud enough for her to hear.

”All of that sounds great. Let's go when you're ready to go!” he said back to her, leaving the time to depart totally up to her. She knew he was 'ready' now. She also now knew he was prepared to stay as long as she wanted to – and he looked like he would be happy either way. The whole time, his arm was still around her, and her arms up around him. Neither pulled away. Neither was yet dancing wildly to the music. He just wanted to make absolutely sure that they didn't leave before she was really ready to.

His hand left her neck and cheek, moving down to rest on her other hip, their arms still twined around each other. Decker definitely did like her ideas, though – but he knew he had to be patient. Being a teenager in this instance wasn't going to impress her at all. She was probably used to clients acting like that at times, but like she said – Decker wasn't officially a 'client'...

And then he leaned his head down again, raising his hand from her hip to shieldi her ear and his lips with once more to speak again. ”You're amazing...,” he called out over the sound of the music, unable to think of a compliment better than that in the moment. A genuine compliment, at least, and he hoped she'd take it that way as, gently, he took a step back from her, and slowly began to move with the music – even as his hand slid from her lower back. Now both of his hands rested on her hips – gently and suggestively gripping them with his arms outstretched so that they'd both have a little room to move...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 03, 2017, 02:28:23 AM »
She seemed to enjoy being chased. Whether it was with words, physically, or even with tongues, she seemed to enjoy being wanted. Of course, that was her life, and perhaps that was part of the appeal to her. She -knew- she was beautiful enough to turn heads and incite lust in most men. Why not get -paid- to do it – and get paid -well-? Especially given her past, it made perfect sense that she would seek to rake in as much money as she could, and even if she didn't admit it, perhaps the possibility of leaving that life scared her, making her wonder if she would ever see those slums again, no matter how much money she saved, or how hard she worked...

She even commented that he knew how to make a girl feel wanted. It was a feeling she was obviously quite familiar with. Every man, every single one, that stood across from her or stood against her like this would desire her the same way. Decker knew he wasn't 'special'... but he -wanted- to be. Right now, though, he was just 'Tuesday night at a dance hall'.

She even teased him about no more room in his pants – and, well, he couldn't argue that! It was absolutely true – and uncomfortable. Not so much that he let it show, or let it affect him, but that thought of a quick dash to the washroom was becoming a better and better idea. But then they were kissing – and little else around them mattered. His own comfort didn't matter. The music, the people... none of it mattered.

One of his hands moved up and settled a palm very gently on the side of her neck, his thumb extended up and gliding softly along her jawline. His other hand remained at her lower back, holding her close – though he didn't have to use any pressure at all because she seemed quite content to press against him. One of her hands settled at the back of his neck as her tongue teased his, and he took the bait, slipping forward slowly, seeking hers, seeking to make the kiss far hotter than it already was.

He more felt than heard her soft moan against his lips – she sure knew how to sell it, even something as simple and easy as a kiss! His fingertips at the small of her back slipped down, dipping just beneath the line of her waistband, just an inch or two, but signaling what he'd love to do to her as his thumb slid slowly back down her jaw, caressing the soft skin of her face and neck.

The slow song ended – but Decker made no move to stop their slow dance. There was applause, cheering for the new couple-to-be, and then the DJ announced that the 'show must go on' – and the rave music started back up again. But for his part, Decker didn't seem to be paying attention to everything that was happening around him – unless Luna broke the kiss to point it out...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 03, 2017, 01:54:13 AM »
Luna's compliments about his dancing might have made him blush -just- a little – but it would be hard to see, considering the low lighting in the dance hall. They could make each other out in the dimmer light, with occasional flashes from the hyper-active lighting effects. But he was certainly pleased her pride was in tact – as well as her toes. She even suggested repeating this activity sometime.

”I'd like that. A lot,” he said before he even realized it. Of course he'd like it, but it wasn't likely going to happen. She'd have -work- to do, but if the moment presented itself – like it had today – then he'd surely jump at the chance to do it. Coming to a place like this wasn't exactly something he would do by himself. And even if one of the guys would accompany him... that would feel kinda weird, he thought. But would she eventually try to 'charge' him for these sorts of 'dates'? He doubted she was going to be so generous forever – buying him clothing, buying him dinner... was this all just some sort of big fishing-trip, to lure him in?

And if it was – didn't she already know she had him hooked, and didn't even need to try?

Then she teased him about the dancing being 'foreplay before foreplay', and he smiled and let out a soft laugh. ”I like it,” he replied, just loud enough for her to hear. ”Like an appetizer before the appetizer... and a really good one,” he assured her. ”I rather enjoy any excuse I can get to put my hands on you,” he admitted rather boldly. She rested her head against the front of his shoulder, and he guided them in the slow back-and-forth of the slow dance, feeling her body against his own. His heartbeat was still going a mile a minute, and he figured she appreciated the break as well.

Then she looked up at him, asking if he needed a break for anything, and Decker shook his head. Well, the idea to head to the washroom came up again... but he really didn't want to let her go. He could always take her -with- him... and that caused an internal smile to grow inside his thoughts. He'd made out with other women in restrooms before – some of them not NEARLY as  nice as this place was – but he reminded himself that Luna had a reason for coming here, to -enjoy- herself, something that he began to wonder if she was able to do very often. Her job meant she was at someone else's whim. What about her -own-?

But before he could answer, she asked if he instead wanted to go outside and catch a ride back to the spaceport... and his heartbeat went right back to where it was during the dance: fast and hard.

He looked at her for a long moment, as if thinking about it, and then the crooked grin slid back into place across his lips. ”Oh, are you getting tired already? Or... am I so irresistible you simply can't wait to get back to the ship and get in my pants?” he asked, both questions playful and rhetorical: he knew neither was correct. She was likely making the offer to leave just for -him-, to be nice to him, to cater to his wants. But he found himself wanting to do the same for her, and she had wanted to come dancing.

”The night is young, my lover-to-be. The longer we wait to head back to the ship... the more time I get to spend... with you,” he said, the words finishing as he moved his lips toward hers, capturing her full lips in a straight-on kiss. His lips slightly parted as they still moved side to side, the slow music still playing loud in the background, but his lips were obviously inviting her to deepen the kiss if she wanted to – or simply let it linger just as it was...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 02, 2017, 05:43:40 AM »
No time to kiss outside, she said, and he smiled at her, agreeing completely. The line didn't really stop, even though it didn't move -super- fast by any means. But it would be difficult to give her a deeper kiss while walking... that could certainly lead to embarrassing incidents with the girls in front, or the couple that walked up to get in line behind them. Instead, he nodded, and turned his head to look down at her. ”We'll just make up for it later...,” he said, whispering back, his arm giving her a gentle, yet possessive squeeze of her body against his own.

Inside was pretty much what he expected, and he wasn't disappointed. Shit – how long had it been since he'd been to a dance hall like this? With deep, fast, pounding music that he could feel in his -bones-? He quickly glanced about, just like Luna did, getting a layout in his mind. The place was certainly busy, obviously quite popular, and of course he saw the familiar haircuts that indicated a lot of the people here were Alliance military folks letting off some steam. That was perfectly fine with him – as long as they left him and his date alone.

When he turned his gaze back to her, he noticed she had altered her shirt a bit – and his eyes openly and eagerly took in the change. Based on the grin crossing his lips, he apparently liked it, too.

She then led him away, finding a spot for them to stop and face one another, preparing to get started. She smiled broadly – and he did in return – and without much delay, they both began to move with the music.

As he expected – she knew what she was doing. His focus was completely on her as he watched the way she moved, and he felt an ache rocket right to his groin when he saw how she could move her hips, wondering if she could do the same in bed. Without even trying, she was as sensual as a sensual could be. He moved slowly at first, 'knocking off the rust' so to speak before he gradually eased himself into it, moving in time with her, with the music, making sure to keep a little space between them. He didn't want her to feel that he was going to hump her leg at the first opportunity...

But, someone -else- did. Decker was so focused on her, he didn't see the guy move up behind her, and he didn't notice the guy until he saw someone -else's- hands settle on her luscious hips. Instantly, Decker felt tension in his shoulders, and his hand even started to move toward his hip where his iron would normally be. Remembering that he wasn't armed, he instead prepared to give the other guy a rude awakening of the five-knuckle kind, but before he could – Luna handled it. She had raised her voice, despite the music, and Decker could hear some of the words she said – and she didn't sound happy. The other guy, maybe having had one drink too many – raised his hands and retreated. Shit, even Decker – a backwoods crook – knew better than to touch a Companion without permission or money – and preferably both! Apparently the idiot didn't know she was a Companion, though... but he should have seen her dancing with the captain... shouldn't he?

Luna turned back to him and spoke again, and once again he heard most of her words. She wasn't close enough? And then she moved closer, confirming what he had heard. His smile only grew as she pressed her body up against his, and his hands moved to her hips, toward the bare spots that were not protected by pants or shirt. The continued to dance together, and his hands slowly, gently roamed, feeling everything she'd let him, her lower back, sliding down to her rump, one hand sliding up to just beneath her shirt. Occasionally his hand pulled her hip toward him, pressing their groins together in a very suggestive tease. If he was aroused before, it was a pounding ache now as her body moved and swayed, bumped and slid, pressed and moved away again...

It was all a delightful tease, even foreplay of a kind, really, and it simply made him want her more. Her hands moved along his body, as well, and not once did he show any displeasure in how she touched him. At times they moved together so well, it really -did- feel like 'practice' for what they might do with one another in bed, and he smiled the entire time. They shared the occasional quick kisses, but nothing too long that would break their groove. A couple times she turned around, and his hands were instantly on her hips, pulling her back against him -hard-, suggesting again another position they might enjoy together were they someplace more... private. But after that tease, she would turn around, smiling, as if knowing the sweet torture she was inflicting upon him.

At some point – Decker had lost count of the music and how many songs it had been – two, or twenty? He had been so focused on her, and nothing else. Reavers could have come into the dance hall and killed everyone else – and he wouldn't even have noticed. But then the music suddenly stopped, and an announcement came over the loud-speaker. Both Luna and Decker looked on curiously until it was explained what had happened, and Decker's smile widened again. When others clapped for the happy couple, Decker clapped enthusiastically. Then when the DJ announced he was going to play the couple's favorite song, and the following music was obviously of a slower nature, he turned to Luna just as she turned to him and asked if he was enjoying himself. Thankfully, he could hear her clearly now, raising her arms and hands to wrap around his neck. In turn, Decker slipped one hand onto her hip, and the other slid around the other side, hand coming to rest at her lower back, bringing her gently up against him.

His cheeks flushing a bit red from all the activity, his smile as bright and wide as she'd remember seeing from him, he nodded quickly. ”Yes, indeed!” he said to her without the need to yell now. ”How about you? I haven't embarrassed you yet? Or stepped on your toes I hope?” he asked, obviously in a playful manner.

He felt her lower body press to his, providing -some- small relief from the applied pressure to his groin. Decker knew what he should do – excuse himself to the bathroom, and jack-off really quick. It was the smart thing to do, especially if they really were going to have sex later. Taking off that edge would help him remain in control easier, and would make any session between them last longer. If he went to her bed, or his, he knew his end might come in an explosively premature fashion if he didn't do something about it...

But he couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off her, nevertheless his hands. He looked down into her eyes, not looking anywhere else, obviously completely locked on her as they moved together slowly. He didn't want to leave her, even for a few seconds – or some other douche-bag might come by and sweep her off her feet....

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 02, 2017, 03:20:32 AM »
Decker keyed in very intensely on Luna's response, their eyes meeting, their heads turned to face one another as they moved. She assured him she wasn't 'fickle' at all, and her explanation made sense: when she was with a client, she was -paid- to be focused on him (or her), and him (or her) alone. He could feel that she was being honest in her assertion, at least as far as he could tell. He considered himself a decent judge of character, and his instincts were telling him that she was being honest now.

But then she claimed he was handsome to her, and felt an intense attraction to him AND a desire for intimacy with him. -Him-. Was she trying to slide in a bit of exaggeration along with her dose of truth, he wondered? Was she trying to flatter him in hopes of... what? Giving her an even better position to bargain from when dealing with him in the future? She already knew that the best position she could be in with him was -beneath- him... on a bed, preferably. Why else would she need to make up reasons to be 'attracted' to him? What was the point?

Unless there was some -truth- to it, of course...

He remained silent for the moment. Unlike her, he didn't have the practiced pace for conversation, and sometimes he simply needed to mull things over. She had surprised him, and he was certain she knew that. If he was careless, he might find himself agreeing to anything she wanted, or making some other sort of fool of himself in front of her. He -had- to be careful! Women could be cunning and dangerous, he had learned years ago – and Luna could be the most dangerous of them all, if he didn't watch his step.

But she pressed him even more, assuring him that for tonight – she wasn't thinking of herself as a Companion. She was with him, where they were, by choice. She was complimenting him and flirting with him because she -wanted- to, not because she had to, and he couldn't argue that. He hadn't paid her for the evening – in fact, SHE had 'paid' him in a way, by taking him shopping, and to dinner. Was she trying to trick him then? Lure him in to some sense of security so that she could pull a fast one on him?

Or was he simply too pessimistic to believe that everything she said was true?

Ultimately, she wanted to dance and have fun because it was what SHE wanted to do, and a woman in her shoes spent a good portion of her time doing what OTHERS wanted to do. That made so much sense, as well – if she had some sort of evil plan... why couldn't he see it? Why were all of her claims making sense?

She assured him again that she really did want him, and that she planned to continue showing him evidence of that up until the night was over. She wanted to kiss him, too, just as he said he wanted to kiss her, and even indicated he might steal a kiss from her while they waited in line. He glanced that way, saw that the line was moving pretty steadily, and knew that he wouldn't be able to kiss her for long without losing their place. But he nodded, because really he would be happy kissing her at all.

”Sounds good to me,” he said, heading with her toward the line that she had indicated. They moved toward the back of it, stepping in behind a group of young women who were wearing too much perfume – and not wearing enough clothes, at least in Decker's eyes. They were each, all four of them, quite pretty... but paled in comparison to the woman on his arm. They could easily hear the muffled THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP! Pounding of the rave-music from inside the club, and Decker knew that once they were inside, it would be difficult to talk to one another.

”Once we're inside... when you're ready to go, just point toward the exit,” he said, giving her a way to 'communicate' without needing to yell. ”But we should stay as long as you want. Might be awhile before you see another dance club,” he said, simply being practical. He wasn't yet sure what their next destination might be, and besides the long space flight to their destination, there might not even be a dance club wherever they would end up heading.

Standing next to her, he gently pulled her closer to him, side to side, his hand sliding around her slender body to rest his hand on her opposite hip. He -loved- her hips, as he loved every part of her. She felt so small, so tiny by comparison, and that fed his masculine side, the primal urges he felt for her growing subtly. She spoke of exhausting him tonight... and he was quite eager to see her try...

Gryphon ~ Mercenary / Re: Workin' on Boros
« on: July 01, 2017, 02:35:20 PM »
Luna seemed surprised that -he- was surprised by her claim. For her, it was really simple: she made him a promise, stating her intentions, and that was precisely how it was going to be. However, his experience with -other- women had proven that the best-laid plans were often... 'flexible'. Luna guessed that either Decker thought she was very fickle – or he underestimated her attraction to him.

Her? -Attracted- to him? Just more 'Companion-speak', he was certain. Well, on the other hand, he'd been -told- he was attractive – more than once. So it wasn't unbelievable, but he was told that by 'normal' women, women who did not have Luna's capability of having any man she wanted. Quite frankly, Luna was simply in a different class where she could easily set her sights higher than Decker – and easily succeed. His past lovers had not had that benefit – or anything like it – well, except for the dancer, but even she was limited to a small pool of specific men where she worked. Luna had the entire 'verse to choose from, and a 'pool' of rich, wealthy clients she could call upon at anytime!

”Maybe it's a little of both,” he responded playfully to her suggestion that he thought she might be fickle, and her suggestion that he might be underestimating her attraction to him. ”ARE you fickle, Luna? And... ARE you -really- attracted to me? Do I... get your pulse-drive running?” he asked, and it might be clear to someone with her training that while he was being playful, there was also a slight hint of serious curiosity in his tone.

Luna voiced her opinion that she thought it was the second idea – he simply underestimated her attraction to him, which caused him to smile. He didn't completely believe it... even the little hints she had dropped since heading out with him, he had written off with mental explanations. She wanted to get to know him better because it made -sense- to understand your business partners well. She bought him a shirt because she didn't want to be embarrassed being seen with him. She wanted to go dancing with him because that -would- provide her with a club full of eligible men to choose from, if she was looking for personal-gratification... 'off the clock'. But... could any of those things – and more – truly be attributed to an attraction she might feel for him?

What if it was -true-? What if she was eager to bed him just for the hell of it... what if her body was ready for his even now, and deep-down, she desired him, even though he wasn't a client? It looked and felt like a mighty huge carrot to lure him into.... -something-. To make him feel wanted, so that what... she could negotiate better terms for a contract she already felt was too generous to him? Could she truly have her own, secret, personal desires that leaned... toward -him- of all people?

“Oh, pulling me into a side-alley for a kiss would be delightful, but you're right... it might be a long visit in that alley, and I know you badly want to dance for me – and with me – tonight,” he said, his voice as playful as hers was. He was obviously in the same sort of mood she was in, too. ”And I certainly -hope- you would dance all over me once we're on the dance floor... it wouldn't be very much fun if you kept your distance, after all...,” he suggested.

”As for lasting an entire hour -tonight-... well... that depends entirely on what you allow me to do to you...,” he replied, intentionally vague, hoping that his simple words just might make -her- curious for once...

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