It isn’t long before Jindari is enamored. The older  asari met her ..beat by beat. It was rare someone could keep up with her in such a manner. It excited the young merc more then she’d like to admit.  When Serena infers that she’s sired more children then she’d likely admit in certain company, it evokes a full out laugh from Jindari.  The young womans thick, raspy voice carries over the heavy bass line and clattering patrons, so much so that any one near might be alerted and become an onlooker just in time to see the Matron push into the young maiden.<br/><br/>The younger asaris breath catches in her throat when she’s pushed against the bar. On Omega people saw some…sordid shit.  Jindari had never been fucked in the middle of a night club…first time for everything she supposed.   The slight contact echoes in a way that only Hallex would ever facilitate, the contact feels electric,  like a shot of creeper injected directly into her blood stream.  She’s more or less stupefied by the other woman’s forwardness, too turned on to function properly even. “ So ..” She coos pushing her hips back in a slight little bucking motion, “Humans play that..what’s it called.’Russian Roulette’ with a gun..you play it with strange young women.” She raises her brow ridge and leans in.<br/><br/>Her lips find their way to the side of the dark skinned matrons head, whispering into her ear, “If that’s you’re thing..i’m sure you could convince me to refer to you as ‘Daddy’ from here on in.” she pulls back and smiles . This was why she loved older partners, especially Asari.  They were more often times then not delightfully twisted . They always  knew what they liked..what they wanted, and if they were bold enough to try to bed the merc, they usually weren’t too shy when it came –getting- what they wanted one way or another.<br/><br/>It’s the love of an assertive hand that gets Jindari all flushed faced and mind reeling.  When Serena pushes closer, returning the favor of low,sultry whispering,  the slowly burning ember of desire in the pit of the young asari’s stomach catches fire as the young woman inhales sharply.  She bites in to her bottom lip hard as her pale cyan features turn a deep blue. She listens to the laundry list of partners the older woman had..a hanar? TWO turians?! …a drell.  What exactly was she getting into here?  She takes it all in stride. “A Drell? Yah..i..Sure!” The merc  lies as she wraps her right hand around the matrons wrist and rocks her hips again- first roughly, but then letting it dissolve in to a slow matching rhythm.<br/><br/>Each thrust of the matrons hips is met with an equally aggressive roll of the younger womans. She’s out matched here…clearly out of her league, and it’s the first time the young asari starts to realize it. “How do you know I didn’t spend the evening face first in drell loins? And shit, only two Turaians? I …well I mean, no I’ve never been under two..four. Well..those boys are filled with some stamina…but too bony.  I like a um…softer body..or bodies pressed against me.” She starts to stammer, keeping composed enough to wink.  Normally she was the aggressor. While older woman particularly were appealing, they weren’t often –this- forward, they weren’t often this …irresistible. It was clear whatever Jindari could dish out, Serena would meet, the slow snaking hand up her midsection was proof positive of that.  The only thing the young woman could do  was grasp at straws, one last desperate attempt at dominance before she’d have no choice but to relinquish control to the aggressive older asari.<br/><br/>She leans back, polishes off Serena’s beer in  one long gulp before she adjusts her long grasp, and nearly dislocates her shoulder to grab a handful of dark-blue backside. Somehow boldly sliding under the hem of the rather tight military issued pants, and squeezing the older womans ass, hard.  Jindari gives the Matron a cheeky grin, as mischevious as she could muster while two seconds from –begging- to be fucked senseless, “So you going to grind against me all night and talk a big game or take me home an’ fuck me Pops?” She waggles her brow , hoping the brazen comment hits the mark.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>