You can never have enough alien amazon in your party.

"Fisk problem?" You asked casually.

Wrex instantly stopped in her tracks and spun around, eying you.

"What do you want human?"

"Just a chance to talk. How about we get a table?"

She snorted. "Fine." Before grabbing Ashley by the ass and pulling her against herself. "I guess she will do as payment for my time. You don't mind?"

Strangely enough, you were pretty okay seeing Ashley Williams being molested by amazon Wrex. Your dick certainly was.

"Of course not, she's here for that."

Again, a pulse from the vibrator was enough to shut Ashley's protests. Even her moans were quieted as Wrex wasted no time invading the marine's mouth with her tongue. Somehow, the krogan managed to walk up to a table with her lips never leaving Williams' ones and with her hands groping her all the way to it. In the short time it took you to sit down at a table far enough from Fisk's goons, Ashley's minidress had been hiked up to her navel, both her tits were out and she was panting from a lack of air inducing kiss. As you both sit down, Wrex simply grabbed Ashley by the hair and guided her under the table and between her legs.

"So, what job does the Alliance needs me for?" She calmly asked while her left hand was working Ashley's against her clit.

"How did you know?"

"Felt the vibrator on your agent. By the way its vibrating, I guess she's new at this too." Wrex closed her eyes as you heard a muffled shout. "Yeah, angry thing too, they make the best cunt eater. So, what's the deal?"

"Simple. I help you get Fisk, you help me save a Quarian girl."

She raised an eyebrow. "That all?"

"Well, if you're free after that we have a galaxy wide hunt for a Spectre on the list, with the Council footing the bill. It's normally a really good offer."

She nodded. "Seems good, but it's a dangerous job."

"Did I mention that this agent-" You pointed at Ashley under the table. "Will be amongst the crew and she's a bit of a xenophobe. I am also responsible for the bunk bed assignment."

A mischievous smirk appeared on the amazon's face. "Oh, you're telling the truth, she just got fiery."

Intrigued, you peeked under the table. Williams was on her knees, her head shoved against Wrex crotch and hungrily munching away. One of her hands was punching the amazon's chest uselessly while the other was inside her soaked panties, shoving her fingers inside her sloppy pussy with a great sloshing sound.

Your throat dry and your crotch hurting from the pressure against your pants, you looked back at Wrex.

"Deal?"

The krogan smiled. "Deal."