Side Story: Samus Investigates a Syndicate [Part 1]

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

Samus stepped past the red velvet rope without a second glance at the line she'd just skipped, the heels of her zero suit's boots clicking quietly against the polished marble floor as she went. The bouncer's touch was light and fleeting, nothing more than a simple resting of their hand on the curve of Samus's rear while she went by, so she didn't see any need to protest the attention; it hadn't been the first time someone had failed to recognise her and gotten a little handsy, and it wouldn't be the last. The incident already pushed to the back of her mind, she paused for a moment to let her eyes adjust and drank in the atmosphere.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

It was, in a word, trashy. The marble gave way to cheap, stained vinyl flooring, the paint on the walls bore the tell-tale discolouration of thrown drinks and prolonged contact with bare, sweaty skin, and the dim strobing of the lights was only halfway deliberate. The mingled smells of musk, perspiration, strong **** and more narcotics than even her superhuman senses could identify hung in the air like smog, so thick she could practically chew it. Heavy, throbbing beats crashed out of towering speaker stacks, more intended to pound their rhythm into the occupants' brains than sound particularly musical - although a lifetime of experience with a wide breadth of cultures **** Samus to admit that there was some skill in making it so effective on so many different species.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

Putting a little bit of extra sway into her step - not anything excessive, just enough to get her bubble butt visibly wobbling with every sharp swing of her hips - to fit in with the crowd, she made her way towards what passed for a VIP lounge. It was nothing more than a roped-off ring of couches surrounding a one-person stage, with nothing else separating it from the packed dancefloors on either side, from which its occupants could pull any drunken, doped-up partygoer they pleased over the backs of their couches and into their laps. There wasn't an inch of truly open space between her and her target, but at least the portion of the crowd nearest the bar promised to be relatively subdued.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

"So anyway, I can't decide if I should, like, even reply to him - let alone what to say."

"I dunno, girl, he sounds pretty- Y'know what, let's get a second opinion. Hey!"

Samus internally cursed as a hand closed around her forearm and tugged her closer. It should've been a mere matter of flexing her muscles to both break free and leave the micro dress-clad Reptilicus too stunned by the display of physical power to stop her from slipping into the crowd, but shrugging off the towering, four-armed Amazon would have drawn far too much unwanted attention. So instead she casually looked the woman up and down, noting the way her digitigrade legs emphasised her impressive thighs and even more impressive rump. "Can I help you," she asked, injecting a little impatience into her tone in the hopes that either the Reptilicus or her apparently-human friend would get the hint.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

"Ohmygosh, hi," the friend in question half-slurred, making it clear that her hopes were in vain, "I, like, really need your help." Seeing Samus's eyebrow twitch upward slightly, she at least showed enough good sense to cut to the chase. "So I just found out my boyfriend was cheating on me last week and dumped him, obviously-" It wasn't, she could have been out getting drunk at a dingy club for any number of reasons. "-but I was sorta on the fence, y'know? So, like, I've been wondering if he was gonna message me for days, and then he finally sent one and it turns out he's been in some kinda twenty-four seven fuckfest with, like, six other girls and he says he wants me to come over! I mean, look at this! It's like he expects me to send him a video of me twerking and begging him to take me back!"

Samus fought down the urge to roll her eyes at the girl's tale of 'woe'. Honestly, it was blatantly obvious that her boyfriend was nothing but an arrogant scumbag, and she ought to- Oh. Oh wow. Okay, she hadn't been expecting the picture attached to the simple 'come back, now' message to be quite so graphic - or for him to be quite so hung even by Space Pirate standards. This warranted some consideration after all. On the one hand, he was clearly a self-centred, casually misogynistic and generally a total scumbag who seemed to view his girlfriend like his property; on the other hand, he was packing a cock bigger than the Reptilicus's forearm and seemed to have those girls quite infatuated with him. "If you want my advice," she remarked after a moment of silent contemplation, "you should do exactly that." She paused again, dredging up what little she knew of relationships from what she'd browsed online when there was nothing better to do on long voyages. "Maybe call him Daddy, too."

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

The girl nodded - with all the thoughtful determination of someone so **** they needed to concentrate on only nodding their head - and promptly forgot Samus existed, passing her phone to the Reptilicus and usher the towering alien towards a relatively clear spot on the dancefloor. The blonde bounty hunter watched them go for a moment, their height difference ensuring that it was hard to look anywhere that didn't include a swaying, jiggling booty, before shaking her head in exasperation and continuing to the VIP 'lounge'. At least signing up for those message boards wasn't a complete waste, she mused, so that's a few dozen hours of time spent learning the ins and outs of a relationship retroactively justified. She was aware that the polite term for a woman like her was 'married to the job', but she wasn't about to risk being caught flat-footed if the conversation turned to such things - and now that she had evidence that at least some of the advice was good, she'd have to remember to bring it up in such situations.

She passed the rope sectioning off the VIP area with the same ease with which she'd passed the one barring her way through the club's VIP entrance, complete with a passing stroke of her ass by the nearest person. Unlike the bouncer, though, this one wasn't content with a fleeting touch and gave the handful of cheek she'd grabbed a quick squeeze. Not for the first time since she'd started planning this operation, Samus was grateful it was ladies' night; she wasn't entirely sure what her reaction would have been if it had been the taloned fingers of a Space Pirate sinking into the thick, bubbly half-globe, but it certainly would have blown her cover. As it was, the criminal currently groping her seemed totally unaware of her identity, thinking that her outfit was all part of the show. Closing her eyes for a second and taking a deep breath, Samus's gait shifted into a full-on strut as she approached the stage, with only the sheer volume of the thumping, bassy music drowning out the clap her cheeks made with every step.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

Stepping up onto the stage, she cocked her hips to one side and rested a hand on them as the other brushed a 'stray' strand of hair back behind her ear before trailing down over the curve of her chest. "You know," she purred, the sultry contralto she'd practiced over the course of hundreds of hours of lonely deep-space travel feeling almost as natural as her regular voice, "I don't get called in to handle just anyone..." The women packed onto the couches jeered and laughed, a dizzying array of bottom-heavy human and alien forms shifting to get comfortable in their seats. "...so you must have been bad, bad girls." Her audience shivered in unison as the hand resting on her hip delivered a sharp, cheek-rippling smack to one cheek, hard enough that some of the momentum bled into its 'sister'.

Grabbing a handful of plush, jiggly twerkmeat for a moment to demonstrate what kind of wagon she was dragging, Samus mentally tallied up the bounties of her audience; they were far from the highest ranking members of the Siren Syndicate, but this many underbosses and enforcers would easily be enough to set her up for life if she was only in the bounty hunting game for the money. "Lucky for you," she continued, her body already swaying sinuously as she ran her hands up and down her curves, "I love hunting bad girls - they're so much more fun-" There were a few outright cheers, normally accompanied by drink-sloshing gestures with the glasses of the women in question, so she 'rewarded' them for their enthusiasm with a quick slut drop to punctuate her words. "-to sit on." It was a total lie, of course - she much preferred to incapacitate her targets with a scissor **** wherever possible - but having a butt so big and bubbly she needed to custom-order her furniture and a pussy so plump and perfectly-formed it could **** a cameltoe to form in steel plate were two of her most eye-catching features, and she was happy to play up the implications as part of her act.

A stage light shone out of the wall and directly at her face, swirling purple and pink, but she ignored it. Speaking of my pussy, she thought, I should probably flaunt it - a group of rugmunchers like the Sirens should be extra interested. She spun on her heel to face the most people she could - and another swirling stage light, but it was easily ignored - and crossed her arms behind her head, her abs visibly flexing under her zero suit as she rolled her hips and showed off how enticingly her lower lips stood out. True to her expectations, the women went wild for it, most sticking two fingers up and waggling their tongues between them suggestively and eagerly enough to make even Samus's incredible self-control lapse as a hot throb emanated up through her body from between her thighs. She let out a small moan of appreciation for the attention - one that was less feigned than she'd like to admit - and gave her hips a couple of quick pumps before spinning back around, bending her knees and planting her hands on them.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

She started her set by wobbling her cheeks without any assistance from the rest of her body, one vacuum-wrapped bench-buster rising as the other fell in a display of muscle control that her trainers in Chozo martial arts certainly never considered their teaching might be used for. The momentum they built up shook them faster and faster, until her thighs and hips were rising and falling along with them as she let her ass take the lead. She'd discovered how much easier it was to begin her routine like that through happenstance, allowing her body to set its own pace while she scoped out her targets, and now she couldn't imagine going undercover like this any other way.

The motion of her cheeks slowly aligned, leaving her rolling and bouncing her hips with well-practiced ease as her double-wide dumptruck clapped and bounced, slowly dragging the audience's attention away from everything else. A heavy coin bounced off of one cheek and clattered onto the stage, the impact lost entirely in the rippling of her rump. "Naughty girl," she gasped theatrically, looking back over her shoulder, "assaulting a woman when she's on official Federation business." The offender - and, coincidentally, her main target - matched Samus's smirk as her subordinates chuckled and grinned at the absurdity of her statement, the green-skinned woman spreading her latex-clad legs in invitation. Samus winked and licked her lips, but made no move to take her up on it yet as she felt as much as heard the music building up for the drop.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...

Samus's legs spread wide and straightened out as she slid down into a perfect side split, her ass clapping onto the stage in time with the-

DROP IT!

The blonde let out a whorish moan as the impact of her phat pussy on the stage sent a lightning bolt of pleasure up her spine, rolling her hips and sliding up onto her knees as the music told her to-

WORK IT!

Two strong, slender, blue-clad hands swung down, crashing into her cheeks right as the beat demanded that she-

SLAP IT!

She stretched her arms out in front of her, lowering her shoulders and raising her hips to go face-down, ass-up, her hips bucking and bouncing as she was ordered to-

TWERK IT!

Samus grinned as she felt her cheeks wobble and crash against each other, knowing that she was dragging her targets deeper and deeper into her trap. Not the most dignified method, she complained in the privacy of her own head, but I guess I have no right to complain when it's so effective. Natural talent and endowment combined with a brutal training regime - it wouldn't do for the galaxy's finest bounty hunter to half-ass anything, after all - to capture the attention of every woman in the VIP area and hold it between her cheeks as it was pounded and ground into oblivion. Coins, notes and even a few credit cards rained down around her, their previous owners **** to provide her with tribute. Rolling her eyes and tutting internally at their depravity, she responded by throwing her ass around even harder and faster, muscles flexing under her zero suit as she displayed her endurance and power.

Rocking herself back onto the soles of her feet, she slowly settled her twerking down to a more sedate pace and looked over her shoulder to blow her audience a kiss. Inside, she was sneering at their lack of self control as all but one of them openly masturbated to the sight of her, tongues lolling and hands slipping under waistbands or up skirts in shameless, exhibitionist displays of lust. Their latex-wrapped leader didn't even bother to keep her sneering internal, roughly groping the women either side of her and spitting in a third's open mouth before turning her eyes back to Samus and smirking. The blonde returned her expression, before turning her face away and grabbing a handful of asscheek in each hand, hefting and jiggling them as she ignored the swirling stage light shining directly into her eyes and prepared to round out her set.

...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and...