Your table's centerpiece isn't nearly wet enough...

What better way to amuse yourself than with the hot, nude starlet in front of you? Seems the obvious choice, really.

The wait staff here apparently hands out sex toys like after-dinner mints, and that makes a lot of sense: the dining hall is open with the expectation that its patrons will be dragging their sexual business in with them, after all. Looking across the room shows you the only other passenger in the hall handling a squirming, aroused woman, in a perfectly apt demonstration of that fact. It's enough to make you wonder what will come out with the coffee at the end of the meal.

Picking up the little bullet vibe your waiter brought you causes Emma to flinch, her bare butt squeaking on the polished tabletop, but a simple glare from you freezes her in place. You're a big man, she won't be going anywhere while you're in the room, even if she wasn't contractually obligated to please you. Holding the small silver toy in front of her face, you thumb the Starliner logo on the side, and it begins to buzz, more powerfully than you were expecting.

It's some fine craftsmanship, there.

You take your time in bringing the vibrating nub to bear against Emma, moving slowly enough for her tension to rise, for her body to prime for a flinch. You watch her muscles tighten beneath bare skin, the tendons in her thighs standing out almost like cables by the time you actually press the bullet to Emma's clit, rubbing it in a slow circle around that sensitive place.

And she moans. She moans, before she can catch herself, that part of her mind running on automatic as the rest of her locked so intently on your actions. You flick your eyes up, catching hers with an amused glint, and Emma flushes crimson in response, turning her head from you as you press on, running the bullet up and down the length of her pussy, searching for places to push that will make her shudder and moan again. The sound had been deeply satisfying, a perfect encapsulation of how easily her pliant flesh will yield to... well, to you, to the other passengers... to everyone who wants her, really.

You are her first client, the first man to come aboard this ship and make use of her. It falls to you to teach her the treachery of her body; she must know how easily her physicality will bend and incline to submission, at the lightest of impetus.

Minutes pass in near silence, broken only by Emma's occasional whimpers and pants, and the omnipresent buzz of the vibrator as it completes circuit after circuit around the woman's cunt. But you never give her enough, you never grant her the pressure or persistence that she needs to be truly satisfied. You pay close attention to her body as it moves and quivers, committing to memory her reactions to the stimuli, learning her sexuality as best you can, and on the fly you pick up what you need to to keep Emma as close to the edge of orgasm as you can without ever allowing her to fall over it.

And you watch the hunger for it grow in her eyes...

'Please...' She hisses, finally, as the waiter approaches with a plate. The word is tremulous and quiet, but burning with desperation. You smile kindly and tilt your head.