A quick flight to Tentakulon

“Your too busy with your current job. offer him a quick fuck instead. He can’t last that long”

Target >= 60, 1d100 roll+5=9, failed suggestion (+1 will)

“Take that package but demand payment up front.”

Target >=30, 1d100 roll+5=97, successful suggestion (+1 corruption)

Rebexa Jissard Corruption 6, Willpower 3

Rebexa keeps her blaster trained on the slug mafia lord’s head. “I say delivery to Tentakulon costs a lot more than your dock fees, Bilgeec. I’m not putting my ass and pussy on the line to play courier for free. If you want it delivered, pay me what I’m worth.”

Bilgeec laughs and lays down a slimed credit chip on the ground between them. He slithers away, entirely unconcerned about the blaster. “Always a pleasure, Rebexa.”

Rebexa boards her nimble little ship, strips nude, and shimmies her round hips into a skintight flightsuit. She can’t help feeling Bilgeec’s pulled one over her, but she’s getting paid more than enough to put her tight ass and pussy on the line for one more Tentakulon delivery job. She gets clearance from station control and punches the ship into light speed. The stars streak past in pretty lines, and Rebexa slips a hand between her legs to idle away the time. Her lips part and she can feel a bead of sweat roll down her back. She’s at her edge, but then the ship drops out of lightspeed. She’s arrived in orbit at Tentakulon, the planet of tentacle monsters and package warehouses.

She eases her ship into orbit when suddenly she feels the barrel of a blaster pressed into her cheek. She turns and sees Vuzk, a familiar reptiloid thug loom over her. He must have stowed away.

“I like your ship, slut,” Vuzk says. “I’m going to enjoy flying her after I’m done fucking your tight little holes, Rebexa. Now, why don’t you unwrap yourself for me? I want you naked for me.”

A light on Rebexa’s flight dashboard blinks, indicating an incoming call from the Tentakulon space traffic control.

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Rebexa.