Intimate Distractions

"Things were more complicated than expected. But he sent me along to show you that the full team can useful in some... different ways."

You hear the sound of fabric shifting, and the camera starts gently bobbing. With only Tekka's camera in the room, you can't SEE her or what she's doing. Judging by the guards' jaws hitting the floor, you've got a pretty good idea anyway. Before long, you hear her breathing rapidly, her voice almost moaning as she talks.

"I'd be-eee good for morale if yo-oo-OOH... if you leave me with your men. But my spec... mmmm... my specialty has always been pleasing women."

Your experience would call that into question, and the guards don't seem to much care what the Twi'lek's specialty is. They look to their boss, most pleading. Naraya sits, eyebrow arched, pondering.

"You've checked her for weapons?"

"Yea boss. But we can search again REAL deep-like if you-"

"Get out."

The two men look devestated, but seem to know better than to argue. They dissappear off camera, amd you hear the door shut.

"You've earned yourself a trial, slut. If your master thinks you're good enough to earn my favor, you must be special. But I warn you, I'm not easily impressed."

Naraya stands and walks, and in one languid move has slipped out of her shimmering dress. She sits completely naked on her desk, and beckons Tekka forward.

You feel your cock press almost painfully against your pants. Glancing around the Convor's empty cockpit, you reach to undo your pants. It's not like you're doing much else anyway.

"Eh, Bozz? We goot? I hev net heared you en a wile." FUCK. Right. You suppose the good leader thing to do would be to run comms and help your fighters complete the mission. On the other hand... well the other hand is already wrapped around your cock and waiting to go. They'll be fine... right?