Gina lets the manager take the lead.

Somehow, knowing that for the next hour, she was nothing but a sex object for this bastard who she'd normally have nothing but scorn for made "Toasty" a tiny bit, well, warm and toasty on the inside. As one of her few friends had said to her many times, "Toasty, for somebody who complains as much as you about the filth and injustice of a planet like this, you sure seem to go out of your way to wade through as much of it as possible."

"I guess I really am a bad girl, aren't I?" she muttered as she kept rubbing her bouncy breasts up and down against the lecherous manager's chest. Taking a firm grip of his meat, she started slowly and rhythmically jerking him, rubbing her thumb along the tip, before taking her other hand to slide them down around his ankles. Mr. Pereria was covered in coarse body hair, but at least, Gina said to herself (counting her blessings) he was affluent enough to bathe daily. In the back of her mind were feelings of anger and contempt towards him, which he surely knew. But for now, she resolved to play the part of a good little doll... and if she managed to take down the three syndicates and lived to tell about it, maybe she'd come back and punish him for these indignities.

Gina leaned back on the desk behind her. After letting Mr. Pereria roughly squeeze, knead and otherwise manhandle her breasts through her outfit for a minute, her body responded, and she felt herself getting progressively wetter and readier. Standing up and stepping aside, Gina slowly twirled around for him, giving him a little pole-less pole dance, bending over and doing squats in front of him. Watching patiently and groaning in anticipation, Mr. Pereria started stroking himself to maintain his throbbing erection as Gina began peeling off her top. First came the swimsuit, then the tiny white athletic undershirt she wore underneath it. Stepping out of the wrinkled green one-piece, Gina seductively stuck out the tip of her tongue. Of course, she left her socks and tennis shoes on - she was about to be touching enough skeevy things without putting her bare feet on that stained decades-old linoleum.

"Phew," she said with a wink. "Getting hot in here." with a sensual sway of her hips, she stepped over and sat down on his desk, spreading her legs and exposing the puckered lower lips peeking out of her shaved pink slit. Carl took the hind and bent over. propping her legs up on his shoulders, Gina started making a big show of softly moaning and murmuring when he started sloppily tonguing and slurping at her feminine parts. Soon she couldn't help herself and wrapped her thighs around his head, squeezing him closer as she leaned her head back. Soon she squeezed her eye shut and let out a sputtering gasp as a shiver of pleasure ran up and down her spine, bringing her to climax far sooner than she was prepared for and making her dig her fingernails into the desk.

"Ohh yeah," Carl growled aggressively, coming up for air and putting a hand on her taut, athletic lower abdomen, roughly rubbing the vicinity of her clit with his thumb. "Wetter than the Jallic river after a monsoon, down there. You're already dripping all over my desk. Always have to make a mess, don't you?" She sat up straight again and looked down at him with a condescending smirk, looking lost in thought for a moment.

People who knew much of anything about psionics knew that reavers were among the most frightening and destructive. Fewer knew that the secret to their success was also why so few chose their path. Though most battle-psychics drew on feelings of anger or fear, none were more immersed in negative emotions than reavers. Not just anger and pain, but also contempt, greed, jealousy, and everything else that got people all twisted up inside. It also meant that off the battlefield they tended to end up getting a lot of sleazy, unromantic, messed-up sexual encounters even if they didn't choose to consciously seek them out. Sometimes they could even draw power or restore themselves from it.

And so it went that, once again, Velasquez found herself on her hands and knees taking the fat, hairy cock of a man with no redeeming qualities past her lips and as far down her throat as she could get it without gaggging. The sound of her slurping on his shaft echoed throughout the office. Looking up at the reflective polished surface of the door leading out, Carl smirked as he saw Gina's round, perfect ass bobbing up and down while she gave him head, the pink between her thighs just barely visible in the dim reflection.

A message on the terminal started coming in. At first Carl ignored it but on the second, insistent ring, he picked up the earpiece and opened the channel. With his free hand, he put his hand on the crown of Gina's head and wordlessly indicated she was to continue. "Oh yeah," he said, responding to the voice on the other end. "Absolutely, won't happen again. Yes, I know you were in danger. Huh? Oh nah, that noise isn't anything, just the window washer. Like I said, me and the roof security chick are hammering things out, heh- Eh? What? No, I'm not fir- Ngggh. Just shut up already, I'll call you back later." He looked back down at Gina. "Ffuck. You really know your way around there... I think you're in the wrong line of work, babe." Taking hold of her short hair, he tugged her upwards, urging her to stand, her her lips slipped off the end of his knob with a pop, leaving rings of her dark cherry lipstick aroun his engorged shaft.

"You, um," Gina murmured, looking up with a bit of a blush in her cheeks now, "You still have enough time and energy to go further? That guy one the phone sounded pissed."

Gina and Carlos roll their 'sex dice', comparing their sexual prowess against one another's sexual endurance. Carl has a 6 in endurance, 5 resistance and libido, and a 4 in prowess. Each 2 that her sexual resistance is beaten by causes 1 point of 'damage' (Note, correct me if this is not how the rule goes). He goes first and rolls a 15+4=19. That beats her resist of 6 by 14 - 7 damage, which is exactly what he needs to make Gina climax once. She rolls 7+5=14, versus his resistance of 5: 4 points of 'pleasure', reducing him to 2. Carl won't last much longer but gets to ravish poor Toasty a little bit more.