Ianthe licked her lips, the Grey's semen a warm weight in her fluttering belly and the rich, salty taste of it lingering on her tongue. Her mind raced. This wasn't what she'd agreed to... but where a moment ago she was squirming away from his touch, now she found herself unconsciously pushing her curves<i>into</i>the caress of his roaming hand, and groaning with need. Part of her protested. She was a professional, and panting over a cab driver's cock like a whore in heat was shockingly<i>un</i>professional -- never mind dirty and shameful. On the other hand, though, she would hardly be the first woman to sleep with a contact in lieu of paying credits for information, and, God, how she<i>ached</i>.<br/><br/>She glanced briefly towards the windows, to get a glimpse of where he'd stopped the cab. But with a sudden show of resolve she leaned back into his lap, swirling her tongue around the tip of his shaft and letting her words warm his grey flesh.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Take me back to your shop,"</span>she told him -- then added, accompanied by a fierce push of her mind intended to preserve whatever dignity she could salvage,<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"And you will tell <i>no one</i> about this, <i>ever</i>."</span>With her free hand she eased the front zipper of her armor top partway down, allowing the midnight-blue ballistic weave to frame her pale cleavage perfectly.<br/><br/><b>Suggestion: roll 16 + Psi 16 = 32</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>