Samantha puts on a show.

If she just sat here, she knew that nothing was going to get done. And all three of them were much bigger than her, so it's not like she could just pull the pants off of them and go to town on their lovely bodies whenever she pleased. Samantha's grandmother had always taught her one thing: "There's no-one in this world that you can control other than yourself." Well, Samantha planned to put that advice to good use, right now.

Warren was rambling: lecturing her. He was probably obligated to according to the rulebook of his job. Maybe he was explaining the specific rules that she had broken and the ship's policies about people who broke rules. It tickled Samantha a little to realize that she had become the sort of person that broke rules. Back in high school, no one would have guessed that dumpy old Samantha Smith was going to become a troublemaker!

She didn't pay Warren much attention, or even Danny or Josh, for that matter. She let herself relax, leaning against the back of the chair while Warren's little lecture became white noise. She crossed and uncrossed her legs a few times, enjoying how clearly distracting all three of the security guards found the sight of what was between her legs. Finally, she uncrossed them, and sat on the cold metal chair with her trimmed pussy for all three of them to see.

"Ah--" Warren grunted, trying to find his train of thought again. "Uh, as I was saying..."

Samantha couldn't believe that she was doing this.

Her delicate fingers were between her legs, softly stroking her clit. She couldn't believe how wet she had gotten. Judging by the looks on the security hunks' faces, they probably couldn't believe it either. Samantha didn't let that stop her. She smiled, almost politely, as she continued touching herself.

Behind Warren, she could see both Danny and Josh struggling to get a closer look without making it obvious. The poor boys looked as though they were going to pop a blood vessel. Warren didn't look like he was doing a very good job at hiding his gaze, either. In other words, Samantha had them right where she wanted them.

She allowed the feelings of pleasure to fill her from her head to her toes, fucking herself slowly as she looked Warren in the eye.