Firefly

Zoë was bored. Desperately bored. Amazingly bored. And in need of a fuck, just one good fuck. Letting her beautiful long hair down her back, dressed in her tight top and tighter trousers, she went out for a drink.

Finding a good bar, she sat alone at a table for one, bored, lonely, and itching for some goodness. The bar, however, is mainly empty, with people so damn ugly; she wouldn?t fuck ?em for all the gold in Sihnon. Except for one person. A girl, quite the hottie, that she keeps looking at, admiring the short skirt, deep cleavage, gorgeous hair and innocent little girl face. But Zoë knows she?s not innocent in the least. Not with that body. She?d heard someone talking to her, her name is Kaylee, and from what Zoë has eavesdropped on, she likes engines, can?t stop talking about ?em.

?Does anyone know who captains that Firefly in the dock?? she asks the bartender. ?I kinda want to see her engine, is all. **** to, actually.?

Zoë raised an eyebrow.