"Oh, a client?" Zek said, a note of cruel glee in his voice. "Well, then I suppose you won't mind if I sit in and observe your meeting. Just to make sure you've got... solid prospects ahead of you." As if to emphasize his point, his fingers pressed harder into Tiala's leggings and the sensitive flesh beneath. He circled his fingers slowly, savouring every little whimper Tiala made, watching her reaction.<br/><br/>"Besides," he continued. "You don't seem to be complaining. In fact," his hand withdrew for a moment, only to slip down inside her leggings, his fingers exploring the slick folds. "If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be enjoying this." He leaned forward, and ran his tongue slowly from Tiala's collarbone all the way up along her neck until he reached the corner of her jaw.<br/><br/>The hand on Tiala's breast gave one more rough squeeze, before trailing down her size and below her hips, to unzip Zek's fly. The warmth of his hard shaft was suddenly far more apparent to the twi'lek, through the thin fabric of her leggings. "I think I deserve to enjoy myself too," he said, letting his hips rock slightly to emphasize his point. "You're gonna help me with that."