<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/gF6xjsf.jpg?3)</div>Nazoli didn't even register Suzu's farewell. The pseudo-drow's mind was on autopilot, reacting instinctively to the drive to reproduce. This made the Lashunta's mind-meld all the easier for her, for there was only one thing on Nazoli's mind.<br/><br/><em>Big cocks.<br/><br/>Little cocks.<br/><br/>Spurting cocks.<br/><br/>Flaccid cocks.<br/><br/>Cocks in all shapes and sizes, of all races, circumcised and uncircumcised, inside me, on me, rubbing me...</em><br/><br/>Her mouth eagerly opened as the last-minute man shot his load all over her face. Her tongue reached as far as it could around her mouth, licking up every last bit of semen she could find. She didn't even care that people were recording her without her consent, splayed out on the floor in a most undignified position. On the contrary, her face was locked in an expression of tongue-lolling, eyes-rolled pleasure.<br/><br/><em>I love cocks.</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nazoli was in the bathroom of the club, doing her best to clean up. Her senses recovered, but after that display all she could feel was to leave the club as soon as possible.<br/><br/><em>That's not the kind of woman I am!</em>she thought to herself as she sat alone in a stall.<em>They'll get the wrong idea about me, that I'm some...some...</em><br/><br/>S<br/>L<br/>U<br/>T<br/>!<br/><br/>A loud kick on the stall door could be heard from outside.<br/><br/><em>No no Nazoli, why are you using the s-word! I'm a whore, there's a difference, one of circumstances!</em><br/><br/>But it was hard to lie to herself. In spite of her thesis-level criticism of galactic gender roles, what just happened was not far from the deepest, darkest fantasies she never admitted she craved.<br/><br/><em>Well...maybe it wouldn't be bad to be a slut...</em><br/><br/>"IF SOCIETY DID NOT COERCE ME INTO THIS!"<br/><br/>The out-loud yell was the second wind she needed. Nazoli dashed out of the bathroom (and the bar), having rationalized her perversions away...for now. She would still hang around at the club, hoping either to find the other mercenaries or at least the perverts who filmed her. Perhaps she could somehow get the recordings off of them and copyright the video...unless it's plastered all over the station-wide wireless network.