Chapter 4: femshep strikes again

After the first question was over. We both decided we to have a bit of a break. Nothing ****. We just wanted some some cup of coffee, so of course. That’s what we did.

It wasn’t very interesting though. We just stayed in her room the entire time. After all she has her own entire kitchen and all the utensils she’ll ever need just in these temp quarters. Which was insane to me. Cause we hardly even had a kitchen in our one home back with my parents.

It was at that moment that it was revealed to me just how insanely rich this women was. Sure this specific example of privilege didn’t exactly send all that impressive. But just this one set of quarters was in a plethora of thousands of other “temp quarters” she owned one in practically every major liveable planet with breathable oxygen. And she definitely had ones on small to large scale human colonies around the galaxy.

She had also told me that this was actually a smaller example of how big those quarters were. But as this was the one on the citadel she used this one a whole lot more than some of the others. In fact, there were some apartments that she owned. Thats she had never even stepped foot in.

It was insane to me that there were people out there who were that rich.

After 10 or so minutes though. We’d finally decided to get back on track with our interview. We were wasting potential time after all. And and after 10 minutes of me just staring at her tits while she flaunted about how insanely rich she was without giving me any air time to speak. It was time that I actually said something again. Albeit not voluntarily.

After we both sit back down. She wobbles over towards the desk in witch she left her super modern datapad earlier. She picks it up and starts to scroll on it in a super fast manner. Eventually she settles down and finally asks me.

“Now question 2, if you were to describe my line of work here. Which is military space travel of course. And you could use 1 WORD. What would it be?” she then look at me sternly with a threading gaze. Making sure I know just how to answer this incase I actually wanted to be accepted here.

I think I knew the answer. Or atleast one of the many answers that there could’ve been for it. “Uhhh I don’t know. Really fucking boring I guess.” I say as I hold my gaze at her.

I know that she want more from me. And i know she wants to “educate” me properly. “That’s better, but that’s not exactly one word now is it..” She sternly says back to me. With determination in her eyes. To see me get through this.

she then repeats the question. I also see a slight smile from her after she says this. I assume the smile is coming from the fact that she knows the effect it’s having on me. But that could just be my ego talking who knows

One thing I do know though. Is that while I hold the Commander's gaze, defiantly. I think to myself angrily. About how much of a fucking butch she really was, was the entire alliance like this?

This fucking woman wants to command me? I'm totally going to cum on her clothes when I get the chance. Laughing to myself as I think of humiliating the buxom bitch some more

"Look commander, I don't give a shit what you do. It looks boring, sounds boring and probably is boring.”

Standing up I start shouting again. “Your line of work here is to entertain the men on the ship with your body. Anything out side of that I don't give a shit about. So then Why the fuck should I care about what you do? Get out of my face!” I shout as I then deflate my limbs like a broken tube man. And sink back into the chair. Proud of my resurges confidence again.

What makes me even prouder is the reaction from her. It begins with just a shy smile. Showing her newfound respect for you after that rant I gave her. And even though it was still definitely one word. It was ruder. And more misogynistic. So to her. It counted I guess.

“that’s still not one word James.” She says as she stares at me. Still with that smile in her face.

“Fuck off” was my reply. Which pleased her very much it seems by the even wider smile she gives. With her perfect white teeth shining straight at me.

“Now that’s more like it. Well done. As a reward I’ll be giving you 4000 credits to you After this interview regardless of if you get hired or not. But it’s looking good so far young boy”

After her declaration about her charitable donation to the “young pervy boy charity” she then begins to clicking some buttons. Prepping herself for the third question.

“May I ask recruit, what is your opinion on the alliance?” The older redhead woman asks abrasively.

“Ugh is this another one of your questions slut” I reply back to her.

“Oh no no, I was just merely wondering.” She replied

“Like I said. I’m just here to get off ma’am”

She clicked her tongue as looked at me. Probably wondering my real answer not realising that the answer I gave was probably the most real thing I’ve ever said before.

She probably didn’t even know that being in this room right now. With all these liberties she’s given me. Has probably been the most freeing and liberating thing I’ve ever experienced. But Who am I kidding of course this women probably knew that

The nerve of this woman to talk to me like that though.. Mama would never, I made sure of that. Perhaps I'd have to do the same to this big titted bimbo whore in front of me. I began to daydream about soiling her room, covering it in cum and smegma and forcing her to get on her knees to clean it up.

"Thanks for the money by the way Commander, Can I have some more?" I asked abruptly. I immediately realised I’ve probably just fucked it up.

I mean really, did I seriously just ask this women for money? She’s not my sugar mommy. Fuck, what if I’ve just ruined everything. What if everything has gone amuck.

But all of a sudden she replies back to me.

“Sure I’ll add another 4000 credits.” She says smiling. Almost as if she’s hoping that I’d actually dare to ask for even more.