<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- In the presence of a GOD! Drooling and ready for some fun ;)  The cockpit, The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdwallpapers.info/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/avril-lavigne-poster.jpg)</div>Mae had to agree with Vincent when it came to her abilities and the pleasures she offered him with all the enthusiasm of youth. Snuggling back into the seat, she raised her hands and placed them smugly at the back of his head, attempting to kick her feet back on the console. Unfortunately for her, her legs weren’t quite long enough to stay put without scooting forward on her seat.  With an exaggerate roll of her eyes and an annoyed groan, Mae made quick work of the seatbelt that had secured her in her seat, pulling at her towel in the process. One hand moved quickly to keep the two ends together before peering over at Vinnie with a devilish grin.<strong>”Oops-a-daisy”</strong>Mae replied, adopting an innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth expression<strong>”almost disrobed right here…in the <em>cock</em>pit.”</strong><br/><br/>Her downfall began with that simple glance. She had intended for it to be playful, teasing, and directed towards Vinnie in hopes that it would be him that lost his cool. Instead the young pilot found herself mesmerized by her sexy co-pilot, swallowing with tremendous effort, attempting to lessen the discomfort of her suddenly parched throat.  Her lips fell open slightly, allowing the sweep of her tongue to travel across her lip as a yearning moan slipped from her lips. He was delicious, every toned inch of him, and the smile that painted, smugly across her lips advertised just how pleased she was that he was hers.<br/><br/>Normally, his playful banter would be awarded with an answering quip, but there would be nothing on offer today. His state of dress and the desire that flowed through Mae’s veins refused to allow her brain to kick into gear. Her sharp green eyes tracked every movement, from the sweep of his fingers to the rise and fall of his chest with every intake of breath.<strong>”Special…like a birthday”</strong>Mae replied mindlessly, obviously distracted by his close proximity to even consider responding with any sense of pride. She knew she was drooling. What’s more, she knew that Vincent knew that she was drooling; there was simply nothing she could do about it. It was his fault for being so dammed sexy!<br/><br/>The closer he came the more helpless Mae felt. She was trapped in his sexy-gravitational pull, not that she was complaining! His question brought up a very good point however, the planet was rather barren for there to be a desperate need for willing pool boys, but surely there had to be some way to salvage her game suggestion.  It was with that in mind that had Mae rising from her seat, purposely moving slowly, drawing every ounce of her sensuality in that single movement. Such a simple act could have the cards turning back into her favor, it was all in the delivery. Coming to stand a mere few inches away from her lover, careful to not actually touch him, she paused for effect before speaking in a throaty whisper.<strong>”You sir, are in luck!”</strong>Mae teased as she played with the edge of her towel with the pads of her slim fingers. Capturing his sexy gaze with her eyes that flashed a green flame of desire, Mae hooked her finger at center of the towel, directly upon the delicate juncture that held the two edges together. Her finger movements stilled, pausing on the edge of the towel that covered her body and offered a sinful smile. Her breasts pressed against the towel, confessing her growing excitement with the swell that begged to be liberated. Wordlessly she tugged at the knot between her breasts and released the towel from its bindings.  The white cotton sheath dropped to the floor to pool around her ankles, to be left abandoned after its usefulness became obsolete.<strong>”I just took a shower"</strong>Mae whispered, stating the obvious, keeping her tone soft and innocent<strong>"...turns out that I am in need of a rub down. I wonder? Do you think that might be in a pool boys job description?”</strong>