<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Gabriel had been in the process of rubbing the fat tip of his member against Vasha's clitoris and admiring the lonely view from missionary, when he felt her hand travel into his vest.  His eyes narrowed as Vasha, that sinful nubile creature that commanded his dick to pulsate painfully and ooze with pre-ejaculate with a single glance, drew his own blaster against him.  He felt pretty stupid holding his dick in his hand and having a sixty-year-old's tongue up his ass, all the while being held up with his own fucking pistol.  Especially in front of all the boys.  But they weren't laughing.  If Vasha could outdraw Gabriel, then she could outdraw all of them.<br/><br/>The bar sank into silence.  Vasha seemed to have the upper hand.  Gabriel lifted his hands up to surrender, glancing down at the gun's muzzle pressed against his chest.  The old crone hid behind Gabriel, pressing her chin against his shoulder.  "Come on baby, let's go," she whispered into his ear.  She was a good hag, good at sucking dick; but that comes with experience, and she had had plenty of it.  And even though she wanted to leave desperately, the old slut did not dare make a move as long as Vasha held the blaster.  Some of the men in the bar stopped sucking on their cigars, sipping on their drinks or playing with their cocks.  Things had gotten serious.<br/><br/> "Figure that there's enough punch in that gun to knock out a lung.  Gun might work on Foon Foon.  He ain't synthetic.  Me, I've had more work done than a twenty-thousand credit call girl from MegaCasino Two.  Maybe a blast'll get past the artificial skin, but no way it gets past the titanium plates embedded in my chest.  But I gotta admit, you're good." <br/><br/>Gabriel chuckled boyishly, his lips contorting into something of a mischievous smirk.  He deliberately tossed some stray strands off his face with his left hand, then revealed a twisted-muzzled, jet-black plasma pistol in his hand.  Gabriel tilted his head, shrugged, and smiled an inward, knowing smile full of pearly teeth.  There was an ominous click of the gun as the safety was removed.  Then the muzzle of the plasma pistol was placed against Vasha's forehead.  All of this was done in a split second.<br/><br/> "You're really good, love; but me, I'm just magic." <br/><br/>Vilhelm laughed.  Foon Foon sighed with relief.  Though things were at an impasse, they trusted Gabriel's instincts with a gun.  Gabriel drew himself towards Vasha, pushing against her drawn pistol and pressing his against her temple.  <br/><br/>"Why, you son of a bitch!  How are you goin' to let her draw your gun!  Heh, I thought she had you nailed!"<br/><br/>Gabriel lethargically pressed his warm lips against Vasha's cold ones.  And, as Gabriel was prone to do when he kissed Vasha, he smirked into it.  <br/><br/>"Now," he whispered.<br/><br/></td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 50pt;">U<br/>R<br/>G<br/>E<br/>N<br/>T<br/></span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table>