In the underhive, seconds meant everything; if you didn't hit the dirt at just the right time, you got vaporized and that was that.  One always had to be alert, almost paranoid, to be able to live on through the day.  There wasn't the slightest tick of a chono that didn't go unnoticed down there, nor the idle buzz of a plasma gun wielded around the corner, nor the low crunch of a judge's boot against the refuse littered about the hive's floor.  It was not only important to be perceptive, it was mandatory, otherwise your rewards was a face full of groxshot.<br/><br/>So, despite the sick slap of skin against skin and groans and sighs, Reyhan noticed the spare moan from just outside the room.  She glared over the way of the entrance as her rough thrusting continued.  Quietly she swore, gaze flitting just over the doubled doors a time or two before falling back upon Anastasia and her absurd wear, hissing through a set of clenched teeth as one of many fuzzy, gently rolling waves of pleasure ran it's course through the endowed woman. "You," she grumbled between slaps.  "Th' fuck in here or go th' hell away."<br/><br/>Anastasia seemed to be a popular woman considering all the messengers that had popped in her room as the two had sex.  Sometimes they would be polite and stand by until things were done, silently admiring the scene, while others excused themselves and left quickly after coming upon the pair. They were all fine, acceptable ways to handle the situation.  Then there were some who simply sat outside the door and masturbated, typically nosily so.  They made Reyhan just as furious as Ana's teasing; they had neither the decency to announce their presence properly nor that to keep quiet.  It was distracting to hear a third set of groans when only two people were in the throes of passion.<br/><br/>The hiver continued to fuck the captain with long and forcible thrusts that struck deep within the other woman time and time again.  Reyhan groaned and leaned heavily on the other woman pressed up against the wall of her stateroom, head buried within the crook of Anastasia's neck.  She invited in Cyrine a second time with a loud, "C'mere!  Might's take get a better seat if you're gawkin'."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>