The sudden shift in his tone was all the warning sign she needed. Tamelyn did her best to appear unconcerned with the alien stalking up behind her, all the while furiously poking the call button for the elevator and desperately begging the piece of junk to<i>move. Faster. </i>It was too late, however, suddenly there were claws clamped around her neck and yanking her backwards, causing her to drop her bags. He had her scruffed like a disobedient pup as he hauled her off her feet, heedless of the way she thrashed and kicked. She dug her nails into his wrist, ever stubborn despite the way her heart was pounding in her chest. He coiled his tail about her dangling legs and snarled in her face, insisting that it very much<i>did</i>involve him. Even as he slammed her against the wall, however, he would not be rewarded with any sign of fear from her. She had been dealing with him for long enough that there was very little he could do to truly disturb her. Even as he trailed a talon down her cheek and throat, setting her skin crawling in its wake, she glared back defiantly. "Don't act like you care," she spat. "I was fending for myself long before I ever darkened your doorstep, and I can do just<i>fucking fine </i>without your interference." She'd figure out who those creeps were, and she'd deal with it on her own.<br/><br/>She tried to shrug him off and walk away as he set her down, only to get spun around and shoved facefirst into the wall. Her shoulders hunched in a desperate attempt to shield her neck from his tightening grip, and she felt him sneak a hand up the back of her shirt, sending a deep shudder down her spine as it settled between her shoulderblades, then began to drag one talon down her spine. The touch was light at first, though no less loathsome for it, before he suddenly dug it cruelly into her lower back, causing her to grunt in pain. "I am<i>not</i>in the mood for this shit, Garraus," she growled as he mused on what sort of punishment she'd endure as a result of her lip, and swatted his hand away from her rear. "Now piss off, I have better things to do than stand here and let you grope me."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Koort's gripping of her hips was the only warning she got before he stuffed his cock up her ass, the sudden penetration dragging out another yelp of pain. She was about to tell him that a little warning would have been appreciated when his tail suddenly rose up in front of her, pushing itself into her mouth. She choked around the sex-scented limb, nearly gagging on it, before he finally extricated himself and untied her. She pulled away, rubbing at her sore throat, though she had a feeling it was her ass that was going to be even worse-off. When he finally dismissed her, she wasted no time in scooping her clothing up from the floor and disappearing down the hall, back to her own room to clean herself up before she went back on the clock.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Nicole was making her own limping way back to her quarters when a large, multi-limbed shape detatched from the ceiling and wrapped its spindly limbs around her, hissing a sibilant greeting in her ear. "God damn it," she groaned softly as he began to fondle her, snaking tendrils and thin spindly fingers exploring her exhausted form. Handling men with four limbs was difficult enough, eight and god-only-knew-how-many tendrils was even worse--not to mention how revolting the idea of letting a bug screw her was.