How could you possibly pass up the chance

Reluctantly Dr Laura gives you the details of where the Mother of your fellow Captain spends her downtime between long tedious meetings and other mind-numbing facets of the bureaucracy that go into managing a station. It was a smarter affair than your usual places, meaning off came the tried and tested jumpsuits you practically lived in and out came the more respectable uniform of a pilot. The sorts that get worn once on graduation from the various flight academies and then put away and forgotten about. Unless you were one of those poor saps that flew a passenger liner for the rich and important, where for some reason presentability was still a measure of pilot skill, not that it took much skill to fly an oversized but well decorate space brick.

You check yourself in the mirror a few times, still trying to get comfortable in the smart white shirt with epaulettes on the shoulders, a smart skirt that was far too long for your liking, the damn thing almost came down past your knees. You outright refused to take the blazer our with you. You had to admit that you did look a lot more professional in this guise, but it distinctly lacked enough sex appeal for your liking.

You experimentally undo a few buttons of the shirt, allowing so much needed room for your heavy tits to spill out. You then finish the look by taking out some star visors and slipping one leg down the front of your top so they dangle enticingly. Finally, you take a pilots cap and tuck in under one arm and nod approvingly at yourself in the mirror. Presentable enough to get into the fancy lounge where Amelia would be and hopefully alluring enough to catch her eye.

You strut into the lounge after bribing the bouncer to let you in without worrying about any silly guest lists. As you walk into the bar you spot Amelia nursing a drink at the bar, her fellow patrons giving her a wide birth. You can see the resemblance with Amanda, she definitely inherited her Mother's eyes, nose, tits and ass from what you could see. Various expensive gene treatments had seemingly arrested Amelia's age in her late 30's or possibly early forties, all the refinement of age but none of the downsides. Typically most who can turn back the clock a little further when going for rejuvenation treatments, but the look definitely suited Amelia she was rocking the Ultimate Milf look.

Amelia was dressed in a formal suit and skirt, although hers seems to differ quite a lot from the usual official attire you were more familiar with. Although most station executives that you have had the misfortune of dealing with were droning on about some outdated regulation or trumped-up misdemeanour, so perhaps you had overlooked their attire a little.

Amelia's skirt definitely seems much shorter than you'd think would be in the guidelines, hugging her generous rear giving it a very inviting profile from where she was sitting. It probably helped that her stockings were almost as dark as her skirt, accentuating her long luscious legs without making her skirt's short cut overly obvious. The suit jacket was hanging over the back of the chair, although done so with some clear precision so it would get creased. Amelia's top half was hugged by a smart but very form-hugging blouse that without the jacket to conceal gave any spectator a view of her large boobs which were somewhere between E or an F cup.

You confidently walk over to the bar and stand next to the empty chair by Amelia, turning and flashing her a bright smile. "Do you mind if I sit here?" You ask confidently.

Amelia pauses for a moment, tracing a slender finger around the edge of her glass ponderously for a moment before replying. "Would it matter to you if I said no?" She asks in a cold tone that wasn't rejection, but perhaps more of a challenge.

"What can I say, I love a challenge as much as I love powerful women," You retort while taking a seat with a cocky smile.

"Hmmm this might be fun," Amelia replies with a soft laugh before catching the eye of the serving mechanoid. "Two more of my usual, one for me and one for my..." Amelia continues, pausing for a moment her eyes studying and sizing you up before concluding. "...companion,"

"Very kind of you," You say with a smile as two glasses of amber are deposited before you and Amelia. You raise the glass studying the drink and taking a sip. The drink is smooth with a distinct hint of an earthy flavour followed by a warm burn of your throat as you swallow. "Strong and refined," You comment before taking another sip and nodding.

"Like me?" Amelia asks raising an eyebrow and thin smile on her lips.

"Not quite," You reply, musing for a moment while you try and get the right judgement call on your read of Amelia. "Lacks that hint of something, an enticing danger," You offer with a smile.

"I suppose I shouldn't be too impressed, pilots do need sharp eyes," Amelia comments before taking a large sip of her own drink. "So what brings you to my corner of this station, Claire?" Amelia asks with a cold smile as she catches you off guard.

"How did you?" You ask before already realising the answer.

"Well besides being my job to know, I tend to remember the faces and names of my daughter's so-called friends," Amelia states. "I assume this has to do with that silly bet you both made last year," Amelia states rather than asking, to which you nod. "I don't know what the details are, nor do I care, but answer me this, will me participating harm, my daughter?" Amelia asks.

"No," You reply before hesitating for a moment and adding, "Well maybe her pride," You add.

"Then perhaps my involvement might teach her to think through her actions," Amelias muses.

"It would," You offer weakly trying not to think about the terms the loser might endure.

"Very well, so that leaves just one thing to discuss," Amelia says with a cold smile. "What's in it for me?" Amelia asks with a grin.

"A thoroughly enjoyable evening," You offer confidently.

"While I don't doubt your prowess, Claire, I can simply summon multiple men or women to my room tonight to lavish and service me until my heart's content," Amelia says. "So what can you give me that I can't already get?" Amelia asks.

You ponder the question for a moment trying to work an angle that Amelia would find agreeable without risking the effort being a bust. Simply giving yourself to her in a submissive way, would end in being dominated and humiliated with very little chance of getting yourself between her legs. You ponder for a few moments tapping your fingers rhythmically on the glass in your hand until finally an idea forms in your mind. It has its risks that's for sure, but it might be what you need to guarantee you get what you need from it.

"Well you could do things to me that you couldn't normally, due to pesky rules or regulations," You offer with a wry smile, hoping your read on Amelia having a darker adventurous side was on the money. "Maybe a few toys you couldn't normally play with, or some added spices?" You offer in a hushed tone.

Amelia thing smile grows wider. "Well, I have got a few games I've wanted to play if you're feeling adventurous and a few scenarios I've wanted to act out," Amelia admits with a cold sultry smile.

"How adventurous are we talking?" You ask with a confident smile.

"Nothing a risk-taking captain should shy away from," Amelia says with a grin. "Just some fun games with some interesting stakes," Amelia adds with an impish smile.