Jacob meets an old friend

On the other side of town, Jacob is making his way inside of a club called Gateway to the Stars. A popular adult establishment that caters to themes of outer space and sci-fi elements. Essentially, it’s a strip club with a space theme. It was owned by some family, Jacob couldn’t remember their name, Kent or Kenway, something like that.

Regardless, he made his way inside the club, characters from all different worlds moved about as they serviced customers. Characters from Star Wars, Star Trek, Mass Effect, Halo, Guardians of the Galaxy, Dune, and so many more.

Jacob was here to meet an old friend of his. Someone he’d lost touch with who’d wanted to meet up and discuss a business venture.

Jacob wove through the crowded club, the neon lights casting an otherworldly glow on the space-themed decor. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the diverse performances on multiple stages. A Liara T’soni from Mass Effect and a Shani from Dune danced alongside each other with fluid elegance, the crowd hypnotically watching as the two gorgeous women moved.

The air pulsed with a fusion of electronic beats and ambient space sounds, perfectly capturing the essence of the establishment. As Jacob navigated past tables, he caught glimpses of patrons being entertained by an array of characters, some familiar, others unknown.

A server, who Jacob recognized as Fey Valentine from Cowboy Bebop, approached him. "Can I get you a drink, sir?"

"I’m good for now," Jacob replied, his eyes scanning the room for his friend. "I'm meeting someone."

Fey nodded before she disappeared into the crowd. Jacob continued his search, making his way toward the VIP section at the back of the club. The bouncer, a towering Krogen from Mass Effect, recognized him and stepped aside.

Inside the VIP area, the atmosphere was more subdued, with a softer soundtrack allowing for conversation. The lighting was dimmer, with holographic stars twinkling on the ceiling like diamonds. Private booths lined the walls, each separated by frosted glass panels that ensured discretion.

As Jacob made his way along, a voice called out, “Jacob!”

Jacob looked and found the source of the voice, his old friend Craig Wells. Craig was tall and skinny, of Hispanic descent. His smile was wide and his teeth fluorescent white.

“Craig! You old bastard good to see you! Jacob grabbed Craig’s outstretched hand and pulled him into a hug.

Craig and Jacob settled into a private booth, the holographic stars above casting a soft ambiance. A server brought Jacob's water and took Craig's order for a whiskey.

"Man, it's been ages," Craig said, his thin frame relaxing against the plush seating. "What’s it been, 2 years?"

Jacob nodded, taking a sip of his water. "Something like that yeah. You’d just sold SHH right?"

Craig nods, “Yup. Same guys who own this place.”

“Damn, that so?” Jacob muses. “That family’s doing good huh?”

“Yeah they are,” Craig says. “But hey listen, not to be rude but I want to get to business.”

Jacob's curiosity is piqued, and he leans in, his eyes locked on Craig's. "What's on your mind?"

Craig savors his whiskey, the ice cubes clinking softly against the glass. "I've been working on a new project, essentially I’m trying to correct a problem with RealDreams and their business model." He scans their surroundings, ensuring they're out of earshot.

Jacob balks at Craig’s statement. “Woah, you wanna mess with RealDreams?”

Craig hold his hands up, “I know, I know. It sounds crazy. RealDreams is the most powerful corporation on earth. But what I’m trying to do is correct an issue with their product. When what I’m working on gains traction, I can sell to RealDreams themselves. They’ll buy my tech and use it to fix the problem.”

“Ok, what exactly are you talking about?” Jacob asks.

“You tell me,” Craig says coyly, “I hear you bought a few girls from them. Any of them have any issues you’ve noticed?”

Jacob's expression turned introspective, his thoughts drifting to Korra's recent outburst and Angela's struggles with her modifications. "To be honest, they've had a tough time adjusting to their new reality. Some of them struggle to accept that they're fictional characters brought to life."

Craig's eyes sparkled with interest. “Ok, but what else? What about their modifications? Have you noticed any... issues?"

Jacob hesitated, thinking of Angela's constant discomfort with her lactation mod. "I mean, yeah. I guess."

Craig spun his hand in the air, his voice taking on an anxious tone. "Like what?”

Jacob sighs, “Well, I bought a used character. A Mercy, ya know from Overwatch.”

"Oh, sexy little Swiss doctor huh?" Craig chuckles.

Jacob rolls his eyes before he continues, "The previous owner had her modified to lactate. Now she's constantly miserable, requiring milking at least twice a day." He studies Craig's reaction, searching for any sign of surprise or concern.

Craig reclines, a knowing glint in his eye. "I'm guessing the modification is irreversible?"

Jacob nods in confirmation. "RealDreams claims it's permanent. They say attempting to reverse it would jeopardize her health."

Craig's face lights up with excitement. "That's precisely the issue I aim to address. What I’m working on would enable modifications to be adjusted or removed entirely, without compromising the character's health."

Jacob's curiosity is piqued, but he remains skeptical. "How? I mean, you don’t think RealDreams hasn’t looked into that?”

“Exactly, I don’t think they have.” Craig says, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Think about it. You buy a character, a sexy girl from from your favorite movie right? And in your lustful zeal you buy her with a mod that makes her constantly horny or some shit. Sounds fun on paper right?”

Jacob nods along as Craig continues his thought exercise, “Only problem is, you can’t keep up with the girl. She’s endlessly horny, fucking you nonstop for days. Your dick hurts, you’re exhausted, and she’s unsatisfied and miserable. So, you go to RealDreams and ask them to remove the mod. Buy they say they can’t, instead what they can do is sell you a new version of that same character that doesn’t have the mod installed and they’ll get rid of the modded girl by just selling her off to some place like this.” Craig gestures to the club around them.

Jacob's eyes widened as the implications sank in. "So, RealDreams' inability to remove mods is a lucrative business strategy?"

Craig snaps his finger, a smile on his face. "Bingo. Every time a character is resold due to unmanageable mods, RealDreams generates another sale. It's a cycle that benefits them, but hurts the characters and their owners."

A Samus from Metroid, in her classic zero-suit, appears before the two men. “Can I get you gentlemen anything?” She asks.

“Another whiskey for me.” Craig says.

“I’ll take a Crown apple with verners.” Jacob says.

Craig looks at him oddly, “Crown Apple with Verners? The ginger soda?”

Jacob smiles and nods his head, “Tastes like a caramel apple sucker.”

Samus just nods and quickly goes to fetch their drinks, appearing moments later with the drinks in hand. Jacob was shocked by how fast she was.

With a slight bow, Samus leaves the men to their drinks. Jacob takes a sip as his mind racing with the consequences. "Back to what we were saying. Your technology could revolutionize the industry. But can it truly reverse these modifications?"

Craig's face lit up with enthusiasm as he pulled out a small tablet from his jacket. "We've conducted successful trials on select characters. This data shows our progress." He slid the tablet across the table, displaying complex graphs and charts that Jacob struggled to decipher.

"I won't pretend to understand the technicalities," Jacob admitted, pushing the tablet back.

Craig chuckled, tucking the device away. "In simple terms, we can safely remove or adjust any modification RealDreams has installed. However, to perfect the process, I need more real-world examples of modified characters."

Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat, sensing where the conversation was headed. "And where do I come in?"

Craig smiled widely, “Simple. I need an angel investor. Someone who’ll front the cash for research and development as well as advertising for when we’re ready to start selling our services. Once we start generating revenue, you’ll be paid back tenfold.”

Jacob reclined, his thoughts consumed by the possibilities. The prospect of improving Angela's and his other girls' lives was enticing, but years of business experience had taught him to exercise caution. "What's the estimated investment required to get this project off the ground?"

Craig savored the last of his whiskey, the ice cubes now mostly melted. "I'm looking at an initial investment of 2 million. That would cover research, development, and marketing costs."

Jacob's eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle. "That's a substantial amount, Craig. Not exactly the kind of money I can pull out of thin air."

Craig set his glass down, his expression turning solemn. "I understand it's a significant ask, but consider the potential returns – not just financially, but the positive impact we could have on characters like your Mercy. They wouldn't have to suffer the consequences of irreversible modifications."

As Jacob's gaze drifted toward the club floor, he noticed the varied expressions of the modified characters. Some seemed content, while others appeared strained, their smiles masking underlying issues. "What's your projected timeline for this project?"

Craig pulled out his tablet, navigating through several screens. "We could be ready for preliminary testing within six months. If everything goes smoothly, we're looking at a full market release within a year."

Jacob's voice dropped to a whisper. "And what about RealDreams? Do you really believe they'll just acquire your technology instead of trying to shut you down?"

Craig nods, "That's why we need to move swiftly. We must establish a strong presence in the market before RealDreams can react. With your support, I'm confident we can make this happen and create a better future for these characters."

“So, just be clear, I am a bank in this situation. I loan you money, you go and use it, and return me interest.” Jacob clarifies.

“Basically, yeah.” Craig nods.

“So why not get a bank loan?” Jacob asks.

“I already tried,” Craig sighs, “4 different banks in fact. None like the idea of me going up against RealDreams. They said it’s too big a risk, asked me for insanely large interest rates for barley a fraction of what I asked.”

Jacob's fingers drummed a staccato beat on the table as he weighed the pros and cons of Craig's proposal. The club's vibrant atmosphere seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the weight of the decision before him.

"What kind of return on investment are you offering?" Jacob asked, his tone measured and deliberate.

Craig's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "I'm thinking a fifteen percent annual interest rate. Plus, as a token of appreciation, I'll provide complimentary modification or removal services for any characters you own, past, present, and future."

As Jacob pondered the offer, he absently watched the condensation trickle down his glass. "What safeguards do you have in place in case RealDreams successfully blocks your technology from reaching the market?"

Craig smiled, a hint of confidence in his voice. "I've taken steps to protect our intellectual property. Multiple patents have been filed under different company names, ensuring we have alternative avenues to pursue if needed."

Jacob's hand rose to his beard, his fingers stroking the length of it as he considered the proposal. Looking over Craig’s data, it was clear Craig wasn’t lying. The results were clear, the technology was there and it was effective. With a little more time and research, it would easily be a massive success.

“1 million you said?” Jacob asked.

“1 million would be great, but I don’t expect that much. Honestly, more would be better but I can’t ask you for more than a million without feeling like a worm.” Craig said.

Jacob reclined, his mind racing with financial projections. 1 million dollars was a significant investment, but the potential returns and benefits made it a compelling opportunity.

"I'll be frank, Craig," Jacob said, his voice measured. "I have the money. But I’d like to know your timeline."

Craig leaned in, his enthusiasm evident. "Of course. First of all, I already have a line on a new facility to work out of. With your investment, I’d actually use those funds for research equipment and staffing. Once the balls rolling and we have our process down, we move towards marketing and distribution of our services.”

Jacob nods along, his expression stern. "What's your projected timeline?”

Craig's fingers tapped a staccato beat on the table. "We're looking at a two-month window for the first objective, four months for the second, and six months for the final installment."

Jacob nods his head, the numbers sounding good to him. “Ok, I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous. But, this sounds good. Like, really good.”

Craig's face lit up, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, you're on board?"

Jacob nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm interested, but I need to run this by my lawyer first. I want to make sure everything is solid."

Craig nodded vigorously, pulling out a small drive from his pocket. "Here's all the documentation – business plan, trial results, projected financials. Have your team review it."

Jacob took the drive, turning it over in his hand before slipping it into his jacket pocket. The bass from the club's music thrummed through the floor as he chose his next words carefully.

"I want to be upfront about something," Jacob said, leaning forward, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "If I invest, I want to be involved in the testing process. I have some characters at home who could benefit from this technology."

Craig's eyebrows shot up, intrigued. "That would be ideal. Real-world test subjects are exactly what we need. A diverse test group will help us refine our results."

“Ok, sounds good then.” Jacob stretches, “I think that’s enough talk of business for now. We can hash it out more after I look over the details later.”

“Fair enough.” Craig looks around the club, “You know, this club allows for ‘private entertainment’ with the staff. Any characters here peak your interest?”

Jacob's gaze swept across the dimly lit club, taking in the various fictional characters performing on stages and mingling with patrons. His eyes settled on Samus, who was now serving drinks at another table, her blue zero-suit gleaming in the soft light.

"I think I'll have to pass," Jacob said, finishing his drink. "I've got some things to take care of at home."

Craig's eyes sparkled as he spotted someone across the room. "What seriously? Come on man, none of these girls get you going?”

“That’s not the point,” Jacob says, “I’ve got plenty of that stuff at home. A Jill Valentine and an Ellie Williams.”

Craig's eyes widened in surprise. "You've got Jill Valentine and Ellie from The Last of Us? You lucky bastard!"

Jacob's expression turned enigmatic, a hint of a smile on his lips. "That I am. I think I really love them."

Craig's laughter was low and appreciative. "You're living the ultimate fantasy. Have you made any... modifications to them?"

Jacob shifted in his seat, weighing his response. "Yeah. Just one though. I kinda regret it though."

“Hey, then it’s a good idea you met with me huh?” Craig chuckles. "But seriously dude, come on. Don’t leave just yet. Pick a girl, let’s head to the private rooms and knock some rocks off, eh?” Craig encourages.

Jacob sighs, “I shouldn’t man. It’s kinda a betrayal.”

“Dude, love them though you may, you own a fucking harem of girls.” Craig argues, “What’s the big deal of fucking some random chick here? Not like they’ll ever know.”

Jacob sighs, his head says no to Craig’s idea. But his dick on the other hand…

“Ok fine.” Jacob sighs.

Craig flashed a triumphant smile and beckoned Samus over. She glided towards their table, her zero suit accentuating every contour of her toned physique.

"Anything else, gentlemen?" she inquired, her voice sensual and confident.

Craig reclined in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eye. "My friend and I are in the mood for a private performance. Something that will leave a lasting impression?"

Samus's gaze locked onto Jacob, her interest piqued. "I can arrange a customized experience. Do you gentlemen have any requests for characters?”

“I have had my eye on an Uhura from ‘09 Star Trek.” Craig smiles.

Samus turned to Jacob, awaiting his response. "And you, sir?"

Jacob's gaze roamed the club, settling on an orange skinned beauty.

“Is that Ahsoka from Star Wars the Clone Wars?” Jacob asks.

Samus nodded with a knowing smile. "Yes, that's her. She's one of our most popular attractions. Would you like me to arrange a private session with both Ahsoka and Uhura?"

Jacob felt his heart racing, a mix of guilt and excitement coursing through his veins. He glanced at his phone, seeing no messages from home. "Yeah, that sounds good."

Craig clapped his hands together. "Perfect! Let's get a private room then."

Samus gestured toward a corridor lined with deep purple lighting. "Follow me, gentlemen. I'll have them meet you in Room 7."

As they walked down the hallway, Jacob's conscience nagged at him. Images of Jill and Ellie flashed through his mind, but the **** in his system helped push those thoughts aside. The bass from the club's music thrummed through the walls, growing fainter as they proceeded deeper into the building.

"Here we are," Samus said, stopping at a door marked with a glowing '7'. She pressed her hand against a scanner, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. "Please make yourselves comfortable. Ahsoka and Uhura will join you shortly."

The room was spacious, with plush seating arranged around a central stage.

The private room's dim, richly colored ambiance enveloped them, with plush velvet couches arranged around a central stage. Craig settled into one, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, while Jacob hesitated before taking a seat.

"Come on, loosen up," Craig urged, noticing Jacob's unease. "We're here to have a good time."

Jacob nodded, attempting to shake off his guilt. "I know, it's just... I don’t know."

The door slid open, and Ahsoka entered, her vibrant orange skin radiant under the soft lighting. Her lekku swayed gently as she moved, her outfit resembling the **** outfit she wore in the show. Uhura followed, wearing a modified Starfleet uniform that showcased her toned legs.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Uhura purred, her voice like honey. "We've been told you requested our company."

Craig's grin was already in full bloom. "We sure did, ladies. We're in for a treat."

Ahsoka's fluid movements drew Jacob in as she approached him. Her hand comes to rest on his cheek, her fingers soft and dainty. Their eyes meet and Ahsoka smiles warmly, “I see you.”

“You see me?” Jacob asks, his voice cracking as his eyes drown in Ahsoka’s.

“Yes, I see you.” Ahsoka repeats. “I see your heart. I know what you feel. What you want.” Her voice soft and oddly cool.

Jacob was mesmerized, “What do I want?”

Ahsoka leans forward, her perfume engulfing Jacob’s nose as she whispers in his ear, “Love.”

Jacob's breath catches in his throat as Ahsoka's words resonate deep within him. He glances over at Craig, who is now lost in a passionate kiss with Uhura on the adjacent couch.

Ahsoka's eyes lock onto Jacob's, her gaze piercing. She straddles his lap with fluid motion, her warm skin sending shivers down his spine. "Let me take care of you," she whispers, her voice husky and seductive.

Jacob's hands instinctively move to her hips, but the image of Jill and Ellie flashes through his mind, stirring a mix of guilt and unease. He closes his eyes as he turns away from Ahsoka in shame.

Her hand softly grips his chin, and she turns his face back towards hers. His eyes open to see hers. “Don’t think.” She says as she leans closer to him, “Just be loved.” She whispers as she kisses him.

Jacob's resolve crumbles as Ahsoka's lips dance against his, her gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. The sweet scent of her perfume intoxicates him, making his head spin. For a moment, his guilt is forgotten, and he's lost in the sensation.

The sound of Craig's low moan and Uhura's soft gasps brings Jacob back to reality. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

Ahsoka's fingers weave through his hair, her touch a soothing balm to his frazzled nerves. "Your heart is bound to others," she whispers, her voice a gentle caress. "I sense it."

Jacob's face twists in a mixture of longing and regret. "I have people I care about at home. This isn't right."

Craig moans as Uhura takes his dick in her hand, her lips not leaving his.

Ahsoka’s fingers snake through Jacob’s hair, dancing along his scalp. Her eyes never stop looking into his. “You love, so deeply. It’s so beautiful. And so sad. I wish I knew such devotion.”

Jacob sighed, the sensation of Ahsoka’s fingers in his hair was so comforting. “I shouldn’t be here.” His voice light.

“Shhhh.” Ahsoka shushes him as she kisses him again. Her tongue probing his mouth eagerly.

Jacob leans back, the weight of Ahsoka on his lap and the feel of her hands in his hair, combined with the taste of her tongue in his mouth, shattering his will to resist her.

Ahsoka's fingers glide down Jacob's chest, her touch sending shivers through his body as their mouths move in perfect sync. She expertly undoes his shirt buttons, and the cool air caresses his skin. Jacob's grip on her hips tightens, drawing her closer.

Ahsoka breaks away from their kiss, her voice barely above a whisper. "Let me show you something exquisite." She sways gently in his lap, and a groan escapes his lips.

The sounds of Craig and Uhura's intimate encounter create a sensual background hum, but Jacob focuses on the woman in his arms. Ahsoka's lips leave a trail of soft kisses along his neck, and her hands continue to work on his shirt, slowly exposing his chest. "You're wound so tightly," she murmurs against his skin. "I can fix that."

His mind fogged over with desire, Jacob lays back and allows Ahsoka to continue to undress him.

Ahsoka's fingers dance down Jacob's chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Her breath caresses his ear as she works his belt loose, the sound sending shivers down his spine. Jacob's hands glide up her sides, his touch hesitant as he takes her perky breasts on his hands.

Ahsoka's whisper is a gentle lull. "That’s it. Just let go." Her hands move with a quiet confidence, easing his zipper down and helping him shed his pants.

The sound of Craig's pleasure from the adjacent couch draws Jacob's gaze, and he's met with the sight of Uhura's head bobbing between his legs. A pang of guilt strikes his chest, but Ahsoka's gentle touch brings him back to the present.

Her fingers cradle his face, drawing his eyes to hers. "Be here with me," she murmurs, her hips swaying in a sensual rhythm. The friction sends a spark of desire through Jacob, leaving him breathless.

With a fluid motion, Ahsoka rises to her feet, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her outfit. She steps out of her clothes, revealing her bare skin to Jacob's hungry gaze. His mouth dries at the sight, and he can only manage a rough whisper.

"Beautiful," he says, his voice barely audible. Ahsoka's smile is a gentle curve of her lips as she leans down, her face millimeters from his hard dick.

Ahsoka's warm breath danced across Jacob's skin. Her fingers envelop him, and she gazes up at him through her lashes. "Let go," she whispers as her lips wrap around him.

Jacob's head fell back against the couch, a low, husky groan escaping his throat. His fingers clenched the cushions as Ahsoka's tongue expertly caressed him. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Craig's voice pierced the air, his moan of pleasure mingling with Uhura's soft gasps. Jacob's eyes remained closed, his focus solely on the sensation of Ahsoka's mouth.

Slowly, firmly Ahsoka sucks Jacob’s cock. Her lips gracing the base of his shaft as she takes him all the way down her throat. This wasn’t a sloppy, wet mess of a blowjob. This was a diligent, thorough worship of his manhood.

Ahsoka's technique was mesmerizing, her hands expertly massaging Jacob's thighs as she worked. His fingers instinctively found their way to her head, resting there as she continued to pleasure him. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and Jacob's chest heaved with each labored breath.

As his guilt gave way to overwhelming pleasure, Jacob's hips arched upward, but Ahsoka adapted seamlessly, maintaining her steady rhythm. The sounds of Craig and Uhura's intimate encounter mingled with the soft music, creating a sensual ambiance that enveloped the room.

Ahsoka's eyes locked onto Jacob's, her gaze burning with intensity as she watched his reactions. She paused for a moment, her tongue swirling around his tip before taking him deep again. The gentle hum that escaped her lips sent shivers down Jacob's spine, and he felt himself teetering on the edge.

"I'm close," Jacob gasped, his voice strained.

Upon hearing Jacob’s words, Ahsoka takes Jacob’s cock deep down her throat, holding herself down on his cock.

Jacob's body trembled as Ahsoka's throat constricted around him, her grip on his thighs holding him in place. The wet heat of her mouth was overwhelming, and Jacob could feel his release building rapidly.

A strangled curse escaped his lips as his fingers tightened in her head-tails. Ahsoka responded with a soft hum, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

Craig's loud moan from beside them added to the charged atmosphere, his voice thick with pleasure. The sound pushed Jacob closer to the edge, his senses heightened.

Just when Jacob thought he would explode in her mouth, Ahsoka slowly pulled herself off him. Her mouth freeing his dick with a wet pop. Jacob groaned with need, his dick twitching urgently.

Ahsoka smiled as she got up and straddled Jacob, her wet pussy drooling over his swollen manhood. She takes both her hands and holds Jacob’s face as she looks into his eyes, “Tell me you love me.”

Jacob's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing with thoughts of Jill and Ellie. The guilt that had momentarily subsided came rushing back. "I... I'm sorry?" he stammered, his voice thick with conflicting emotions.

Ahsoka's fingers danced along his jaw, her touch gentle but insistent. "Your body craves me, Jacob," she whispered, her hips swaying in a slow, seductive rhythm. The friction sent a spark of desire through him, making his resolve waver.

"Please," Jacob gasped, though he wasn't sure if he was begging her to stop or continue. His hands found their way back to her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he struggled to maintain control.

The sound of Craig's pleasure echoed in the air, mingling with Uhura's soft gasps. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and Jacob felt himself getting lost in the moment.

Ahsoka lifted her hips slightly, positioning herself above his throbbing cock. "Let go of your doubts," she murmured, her cunt grazing the tip of Jacob’s dick.

The slight touch was all it took to shatter Jacob’s will. With his heart heavy with self hatred, he moaned “Oh fuck, I love you.”

Ahsoka's eyes lit up with triumph as she slowly sank down onto Jacob's cock. Her wet heat enveloped him inch by inch, drawing a deep groan from his throat. She rolled her hips, taking him deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her.

A low, husky purr escaped her lips as she began a slow, rhythmic dance, grinding against him with practiced precision. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through Jacob's already sensitive cock.

The sounds of Craig and Uhura's intimate encounter mingled with the soft music, creating a sensual ambiance that enveloped the room. Jacob's arousal grew, despite the guilt gnawing at his conscience. Ahsoka's grip on his face tightened, her fingers tracing his jawline as she commanded softly, "Look at me."

Jacob's eyes met hers, finding them filled with a knowing look. She increased her pace, her body undulating above him with each downward thrust. His breath came in short gasps as Ahsoka's movements brought him closer to the edge. A strangled curse escaped his lips, his head falling back against the couch.

Ahsoka's eyes never left his, her gaze burning with intensity as she watched his reactions. She seemed to savor every moment, her body moving in perfect sync with his. Jacob's senses were on high alert, his body craving release as Ahsoka's movements pushed him to the limit.

“I love you.” Ahsoka said, Jacob’s dick twitching at her words, “I love you, Jacob. I love you. I love you so much.” Her voice like honey in Jacob’s ears as his orgasm rushed forwards.

Jacob's body tensed as Ahsoka's words sent him careening over the edge. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her down as he thrust upward, burying himself deep within her. A raw, guttural moan tore from his throat as he came, his release surging into her.

Ahsoka's movements became more languid, her body undulating above him as she coaxed every last drop from him. "That’s it, there we go.” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Jacob's chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, his mind foggy with the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. The guilt that had been gnawing at him receded, replaced by a warm, languid sensation that seeped into his bones.

The room fell silent, the only sounds the heavy breathing and the soft, muted music. Beside them, Craig and Uhura lay entwined, their own pleasure spent.

Ahsoka leaned forward, her forehead touching Jacob's. Her fingers danced across his chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. As she lifted herself off him, a small, plaintive whimper escaped her lips, and she settled back onto his lap.

"There you go," she whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw. Her hands cradled his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks in gentle, soothing motions. "You were perfect."

The praise twisted Jacob's stomach into knots of shame, the weight of his infidelity settling heavy on his conscience.

Jacob's heart skipped a beat as reality slowly reasserted itself. Ahsoka's warm body pressed against him, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on his chest. The guilt that had momentarily subsided came flooding back, thoughts of Jill and Ellie surging to the forefront of his mind.

"I can’t believe I did that.” Jacob says, guilt heavy in his voice.

“But you did.” Ahsoka says sensually, “And it was beautiful.”

“I just cheated on my…” Jacob paused. What were Jill and Ellie to him? Girlfriends? It felt odd to call them both his girlfriend, but what else could they be.

Ahsoka presses her hand to Jacob’s chest, trying to calm him. “You are not a bad man. You are a lonely man. One who deserves the love of a hundred devoted lovers. I love you, and you loved me. It was what you needed.”

Jacob shook his head, his eyes downcast as he gently pushed Ahsoka's hand away. "I shouldn't have done this," he muttered, the weight of his infidelity crushing him. "Jill and Ellie... they trust me, and I just..." His voice faltered, unable to articulate the turmoil brewing inside.

Craig stirred beside them, adjusting his clothing with a quiet rustle. Uhura rose from the couch, collecting her discarded garments with the practiced ease of someone well-versed in such situations.

"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself," Craig called over, his voice still laced with the huskiness of his recent encounter. "What happens in the club, stays in the club, right?"

Jacob remained silent, his focus on gathering his clothes. Ahsoka slid off his lap, her movements fluid and sensual even now. Her eyes never left his face as she reached for her own outfit.

"You're overthinking this," she said softly, her voice a gentle caress. "Sometimes it's okay to indulge in the moment without letting guilt consume you."

Jacob's fingers trembled as he buttoned his shirt, his mind reeling. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, making it hard to think clearly. The memory of Ahsoka's touch still lingered on his skin, a bittersweet reminder of his transgression.

With a quiet mumble, Jacob stood up, his movements perhaps a bit too hasty. He needed to escape the club, to clear his head and process the emotions swirling inside him.

Ahsoka looked at him with a dark smile, “I would like to see you again. If nothing else, maybe you could buy a version of me to take home to your other lovers. I know I would love to be your lover. Or ****. Whichever you prefer.”

Jacob's stomach churned at her words. The thought of buying another character, especially after what just happened, made him feel queasy. He finished buttoning his shirt with trembling hands and grabbed his jacket from the back of the couch.

"I... I need to leave," he muttered, avoiding Ahsoka's gaze. He fumbled in his pocket for his wallet, pulling out several hundred-dollar bills and placing them on the small table beside the couch.

Craig was still adjusting his clothes, watching Jacob with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Come on, man. Don't be too hard on yourself. It's just a bit of fun."

"No," Jacob said firmly, his voice stronger now. "This wasn't just a casual encounter. It was a mistake." He turned to Craig, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'll have my lawyer review those documents tomorrow. But right now, I need some space."

Uhura, now fully dressed, moved toward the door to open it for him. Her professional demeanor had returned, though there was a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

As Jacob went to leave, Ahsoka's words echoed in his mind, "I would love to be your lover. Or ****. Whichever you prefer." The memory of her touch still lingered on his skin, a bittersweet reminder of his transgression.