<strong>Name;</strong>Mya Richone<br/><strong>Location; </strong>The Line, Galley, currently heading to Shadow.<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Braxton, Lance, anyone else in the Galley.  Open.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/57cb5d7320db1c1b7bbda4383a6bbbe3-1.jpg) <br/> <br/><br/>The tension at the table was growing more rapidly than previous dinners and Mya couldn't understand why.  Serenity seemed to be the crux of the problem pushing buttons with Braxton who simply turned them back on her.  Mya looked across the table at the Companion, unable to understand how a woman who's profession was to sell her body to others for comfort could look down on a man like Braxton.  At least he didn't hide his intentions and his expectations.  Mya of all people had never been one to believe in the use of slaves or indentured servants, but she hadn't been blind to the reality that they are a part of the world and how it worked.  She found it odd how her opinions and views on issues she once held as truth while living in the core slowly became less black and white living on the edge of space.<br/><br/>The sudden rise of tension at the table came at an opportune moment as Braxton's hand broke the plane of her panties and met wet warm skin.  Mya fought to hold the gasp of surprise but was thankful that the commotion at the table hid her reaction from the rest of the table.  She closed her eyes for a moment as the attention was pulled towards Keri and her departure from the table, an attempt to center herself as the rush of lust washed over her.  The feeling of being used and the subsequent humiliation of being played with so brazenly at the dinner table caused Mya's body to flush.  Wetness spread across the opening between her legs and a shot of electrical energy spread through her body as she fought to grind her hips against Braxton's fingers.<br/><br/>Catching Lance's eyes again she smiled meekly trying to hid the conflicted nature of her humiliation and pleasure.  Returning her eyes to her plate she focused on eating as images of Lance and Braxton with her in the middle flashed through her mind.  Finally Sue's comments to Braxton seemed to calm the air a little giving Mya a well needed chance to catch her breath.  It had been a while since the last time Braxton had taken liberties with Mya that she realized how close she was getting.  She needed to hold it back.  Braxton would punish her for losing control in a public setting she reminded herself.<br/><br/>Finishing the last of her food, she wasn't sure what would come next, but she was sure life on the ship was slowly getting more interesting.</div>