Dance for him

Deciding to lull Harkin into a false sense of security before truly beginning her interrogation, Miranda stood before him as he sat sprawled back on a couch.

Swaying rythmically, Miranda gave the lucky gangster a close-up view of her body, turning as she went, letting him drink her in from every angle.

As she shook her ass for him, Harkin raised a hand, clearly going to smack her booty. Miranda spun and caught it mid-strike.

"Not. Yet." She told the increasingly horny human.

Persuaded to keep his hands to himself, for the time being at least, Harkin instead sat back and watched with delight as Miranda, freed her ample breasts from her Alliance jumpsuit. She was still wearing a lacy black bra, but Harkin was thrilled to see so much of her skin on display.

Miranda made sure to incorporate a few moves that let her chest jiggle for him. She looked down at Harkin. He was practically drooling.

"You should give me your number when we're done, princess." He opined. "You've got the moves, you've got the goods, you could have a good future here."

"I don't know," Miranda said, putting on a ditzy American accent. "What about those Eclipse guys? I'd be scared around so many mercs!"

"Forget about those yellow jokers!" Harkin assured Miranda. "They'll all be gone this time tomorrow anyway. They got what they came for."

Deciding to drive Harkin wild before continuing, Miranda finished undressing. Pulling down her jumpsuit to reveal a matching pair of panties, she carefully stepped out of the tight blue garment.

"What, are you not letting Eclipse guys in anymore?" Miranda wondered.

"Nah, they've just got what they came to the station for, so they're heading off."

"Where to?"

"Listen toots, I'd rather talk about the heavenly body in front of me than the one some weirdo mercs are headed to." Harkin chortled, staring intently at Miranda's panty-clad ass as she bent down, giving him a face full of her perfect derriere.

"Take your underwear off, doll. I'm going to tear that ass apart!" Hearing the telltale sound of masturbation, Miranda looked over her shoulder. Harkin had pulled out his cock and was jerking his rock-hard member, eagerly anticipating the tightness of Miranda's arse.