The Companion was working. Her beautiful shuttle, soundproofed and elaborately decorated, was a sanctuary of the erotic arts, and those who came to her would not be disturbed inside its doors. She had a standing arrangement with the crew not to be intruded upon, while working or at any other time, but on her friend Inara's recommendation she had also installed a lock on the inside of her door. It was barred now, as any invasion of her privacy would be not just annoying but dangerous to the crew.<br/><br/>She was currently with one Gustav Lempt, age 47, profession: Crime Lord. He controlled a lot of the traffic on this planet, both of illicit merchandise such as drugs and slaves, and luxury goods that had their black market origins erased by forged paperwork. He had a reputation as being lethally effective, psychopathic but not delusional, just crazy enough to be respected. What most didn't know is that he was currently suffering the effects of a nervous breakdown, and his subordinates couldn't keep the plates spinning for much longer without him.<br/><br/>The facts were these: he had taken two bullets in the chest from a man he'd considered to be a friend, and while he had survived the encounter, he was shaken. He had lost the arrogant swagger that had served him so well as a criminal; he hid himself in his house and brooded about the inevitability of death and the terror of the unknown. His associates were hoping that a Companion could restore his confidence, and make him the man he used to be.<br/><br/>She had been working on relaxing him so far. They'd gotten naked together, and she'd given him a massage while they were sitting together in the hot tub that took up one corner of the shuttle. Now they were on the chaise lounge nearby, limbs tangled together while she stroked his hair and spoke to him in a soothing voice. As she continued to treat him like a baby, she subtly encouraged his resentment, his rebellious side. Soon, he could not help but dominate this seductive woman who seemed intent on simply petting him.<br/><br/>Her plans were fulfilled when he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her to her knees on the floor in front of him, the raw need in his eyes making it clear what he wanted her to do while she was down there. She didn't shame him by making him say it aloud, but just looked up at him in abject worship as she took his cock in both hands, as if praying, and brought it to her mouth. As she took him between her lips, her tongue swirling over the head while she sucked him hard, the tone of his deep groan told her that he was already feeling much better.<br/><br/>"Ohhhh yeah, suck it, whore," he moaned, burying his hand in her long red hair as he forced her to take his shaft deeper into her throat. Reena would have smiled if she weren't otherwise occupied. She was not used to failure, but this particular task would be easier than she had thought. With a few more hours of fucking, she'd have him back to being his assertive former self in only one session. It wasn't her place to question whether returning Mr. Lempt to his normal brutal self was really a good idea. At least she was enjoying this encounter, which already had her wet just from sucking him off; she played all roles well, but she especially enjoyed being the submissive. Especially when it meant being in control.