Make him an irresistible offer.

You smile slightly as you pause, near your seat. "Centurion?"

He and his optio glance over to you. "What is it now, sir?"

You smirk slightly. "I know that information is a precious resource for the Legion. And of course I would never expect you to part with any sensitive information without...due compensation." That gets you a raised eyebrow from the optio, though neither he nor the centurion object to your insinuation. Indeed, the centurion turns toward you and folds his hands on the desk.

"Go on," he says.

"Polyxena." You snap your fingers, and the Greek woman steps up next to you. "Disrobe," you say, keeping eye contact with the centurion.

{if Polyxean = 0}"D-dominus?" Polyxena asks quietly, sounding worried. You turn to her coldly. "You heard me. She nods slowly.{elseif Polyxena > 0}Polyxena hesitates for a moment, and you can feel her measuring you with her eyes. You glance over and make eye contact with her for a second. Her lips tighten, and she nods.{endif} Reaching up, she unties the ties on her garment and lets it drop to the floor, stepping forward naked, with her head held high. Her full breasts and hips are slightly glistening with sweat from the long walk here. You step behind her and reach forward, massaging her breasts slightly and tweaking her nipples to get them to stand at attention.

"I'm sure it's been some time since you've had a woman, Filotus," you say cheerfully as he stands and comes around the table, looking mesmerized. "Posted here all the time, nothing but the men under your command around...Polyxena, why don't you go show the centurion how much we in the region appreciate his service? Use your mouth and tongue, but ah, don't use any words."

Filotus is grinning and already moving aside his leather apron to expose his fat, hairy cock. Polyxena steps forward, regarding him coolly, and kneels in front of him, reaching forward to fondle his balls and shaft. "No hands! I said your mouth and tongue," you interrupt her.

{if Polyxena > 0}Polyxena glances back at you with a slightly exasperated look that you're fairly certain translates to, Would you just let me work? {endif}Shrugging, she leans forward and begins to lap at the centurion's balls with her tongue, his slowly lengthening shaft resting on her forehead. Filotus groans. As his cock reaches full mast, Polyxena gives it one long lick up the shaft and takes the entire length into her mouth in one fell swoop, eliciting an even deeper moan from the soldier. She begins to move her head up and down his prick with gusto, and you can hear the wet slurping noises from across the room as she sucks industriously on his prick. You feel your own member start to swell in response.

You're not the only one, either. In the corner, Optio Felix, his eyes fixed on Polyxena and his commander, has reached under his apron and begun to fondle himself.