The Grey driver didn't respond at first.  While she pushed herself into that catlike appearance, her curves on view, she got another vision.  This time it was of him jerking an impressive sized dick all over her face and breasts as Ianthe smiled and beamed.  He didn't seem to respond about the name of the club, but seemed to be driving a bit slower at her conversation.  "I was an engineer for a while.  I helped smuggle some things, made a pretty good chunk of credits until Alliance Security caught my crew, barely escaped here.  I like to lay low, but I refused to let this thing be a total piece of crap."  Her own coos and pushing his pride seemed to cause him to recall a few other incidents involving explosives and quick fixing ships in times for a run.  At the asking of her number, he was silent for a moment.  "And what type of deal are you willing to make?"<br/><br/>The first thing that popped in his head was her on her hands and knees taking his dick, it was followed shortly by credits.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>