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“Name?” the officer asked.
“You already know my name,” the young female with red hair replied.
“And you already know we need it stated for the record,” the C-Sec officer snapped. “Name?”
“Lauren,” she replied.
“Last name?” he asked, his tone indicating he was very annoyed.
“Oh, come on!” she whined.
“Last name?” the officer asked again, raising his voice.
“Shepard,” Lauren answered with a sigh.
“Care to tell me, Ms. Shepard, what exactly made you think you were going to get away with it?” the cop asked, glaring across the desk at her.
Because I‘ve gotten away with it before, was the answer Lauren wanted to give, but she knew better than to sass C-Sec, as tempting as it was. “Well,” she began, ready to weave some sort of bullshit lie, but stopped when the door opened.
“I’ll take it from here, Jenkins,” the turian officer said. “Go on and head home.”
“I’ve got it covered, Garrus,” the cop named Jenkins argued, barely looking over his shoulder.
“While I appreciate the dedication, you’ve already worked twelve hours,” the turian countered. “Go home and get some sleep.”
Jenkins didn’t answer immediately, possibly considering the words just spoken to him. Without a word he stood and stormed out of the interrogation room. Lauren let out a quiet laugh and gave Jenkins the finger as he walked through the door. The turian officer closed the door behind his peer and glared at Lauren, causing her to bring her hand down to her lap, the smile fading from her face.
“Lauren,” he greeted, walking over to sit in the chair Officer Jenkins had vacated moments ago.
“Officer Vakarian,” she greeted in return, her expression remaining neutral.
“What happened this time, Lauren?” Garrus asked, sitting in the chair and resting his hands on the table between them.
Lauren shrugged. “Same as usual,” she replied.
“Stealing credit chits again?” Garrus guessed with a sigh.
“They were going to lose their credits on those quasar machines anyway!” Lauren argued. “I was just helping them along.”
“Dammit, Lauren,” Garrus muttered. “I thought you were done with all that?”
“We gotta survive somehow,” Lauren said.
“‘We’?” Garrus questioned. “You mean you’re still running with the gang?”
“Of course I am,” she said. “You just haven’t seen me for a while because I’ve gotten better at not getting caught.”
“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he sighed. “Lauren, you’re nineteen. You have your whole life ahead of you-”
“‘Don’t waste it by running with the gang’,” Lauren finished his sentence. “I know. You’ve said that before.”
“And I’ll continue to say it,” Garrus told her. “What about the Alliance? I know a few people I can connect you with-”
“Forget it, Garrus,” Lauren cut him off. “Military life isn’t for me.”
“I think you’d be surprised,” Garrus said, leaning back in his chair. “You have people you report to, orders to follow, just like you do in the gang, but you actually get a salary. You don’t have to steal credit chits in order to survive.”
“You make it sound so glamorous,” she rolled her eyes.
“Just think about it, ok?” Garrus asked, leaning forward.
“If I say yes, will it get you off my back?” Lauren asked, ready for the conversation to come to an end.
“Not entirely,” he answered with a smirk.
Lauren sighed. “So how long is my stay this time?” she asked.
“I’m letting you off with a warning,” Garrus answered, standing from the table.
“No shit?” Lauren questioned, wondering what the catch was.
“Yeah,” he said, then gestured for her to follow him. “We managed to recover all the credit chits you stole from people.”
Cautiously, she rose from her chair. “Won’t you get in trouble for this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I doubt it since everyone you stole from is too drunk to press charges,” Garrus said with a shrug.
Lauren followed Garrus out of the interrogation room and through the C-Sec office she had been taken to. C-Sec had many offices throughout the Citadel in order to help maintain the safety and peace of the stations residents and visitors; however, the office in the district where she lived seemed to not give a flying fuck about any of that, which is why it was so crime ridden. After she joined the Xirid District Reds, Garrus was the first C-Sec officer that had arrested her when she was sixteen, and continued to have been the officer who dealt with her until her skills improved. It had been a good while since she was last arrested.
Garrus had continued to walk with Lauren, escorting her to the skycar terminal located nearby where he began typing away on the console.
“Hey genius, I don’t have any credits, remember?” Lauren snapped.
“Well it’s a good thing this ride is on me,” Garrus replied, finishing up on the console.
“You’re trusting me with a skycar?” Lauren questioned, wondering if the turian had lost his mind.
“No,” he answered matter of factly. “Which is why I’ve programmed the GPS to take you into the Xirid District.”
Lauren approached the skycar that lit up, the gullwing style door opening revealing a nice leather interior.
“And no, you can’t change the route or go on a joy ride,” Garrus called behind her.
She turned to face Garrus, who waved at her before turning to head back to precinct. She climbed into the vehicle, the door closing behind her, and wondered why the hell he bothered trying to help her.
The skycar lifted into the air and began making its way towards the Bachjret Ward where the Xirid’s were located. Over the last three years since her first arrest, Garrus seemed to have always intervened in some way to make sure that her sentence wasn’t too harsh, or that she got off scott free. Why would he risk his career helping a lowlife like her?
Lauren looked out the window at the cityscape that passed by, the wards illuminated like stars thanks to all of the buildings scattered throughout. She hoped the others had fared better than she had with their assignments. She knew it was risky coming to the Presidium, but it was the hub where everyone came through, and visitors were easy targets, but it seemed that Flux wasn’t the best spot to get away with pickpocketing anymore. That damn Doran upped his security since she had been there last. She would have to lay low for a bit before she could go back to the Presidium. Perhaps Chora’s Den would not have as tight of security?
The Xirid District came into view and the skycar began its descent. From what she could tell, she was being dropped off close to the hideout. How had Garrus managed that? she wondered briefly, then decided it was best not to think about that right now, but instead what mood she was going to find Curt in when she got home. The car settled onto the empty parking lot and the door opened, the silence of the streets greeting her. While the wards themselves didn’t have day or night cycles, the Xirid district always appeared to be in perpetual night with its layers upon layers of looming buildings that were mostly deserted, aside from the other unfortunate homeless souls that occupied the rooms inside.
As she walked toward the hideout, Lauren heard the skycar she had just abandoned lift into the air once more. Either it had a return protocol to avoid being stolen, or someone had stolen it. Regardless, it was no longer her concern. She turned the corner and the hideout came into view. To the average person, the hideout looked like any other abandoned building in the neighborhood, but inside were the people she had come to know as family. They weren’t the most reputable bunch, but they had taken her in when she was twelve and taught her the ropes. She eventually fell in with the few of the younger Reds in this district that hadn’t been taught, or interested, in the art of kidnapping and chose to live with them.
Curt Weisman, who was the leader of their small group, was trained in the art of armed robbery. His self-acclaimed protege, Conrad Verner, followed him around like an obedient dog, aspiring to be a “great armed robber” just like Curt. Finch was the one who had found Lauren in the first place and had brought her to Curt. Finch had been out on his first solo run at just fourteen and had seen her on his way back, half starved. She never knew what made him feel sorry for her, but he had given her food and took her back to the hideout. She remembered how pissed off Curt had been, not bothering to hide his emotions in front of twelve year-old Lauren, but Finch had been able to reason with him and convinced him to let her stay.
Lauren entered the building and took an immediate right, heading down the stairwell that led to their apartment. Most of the Xirid Reds now operated in other buildings scattered throughout the district, and some even in the classier wards aboard the Citadel, but this particular building had been one of the last places where the majority had congregated, and as such, the leader had divided them into factions based on their talents, and ensured that each apartment was outfitted with the necessities. Lauren’s group was one of two groups that had remained in the building while others had ventured out securing other real estate to operate out of.
Lauren opened the door to her apartment and saw Finch on the couch, a girl she had seen a few times before sat topless on his lap, her hands working Finch’s exposed, and erect, cock, while he simultaneously sucked on her tit and fingered her, her bunched up skirt the only article of clothing she still had on. Lauren rolled her eyes and wondered if the thrill of knowing anyone could walk in on him is what turned Finch on because this hadn’t been the first time she had seen this display.
“Hey, Lauren,” Finch greeted her, barely pulling his mouth away from the girl's nipple. “Want to get in on this?”
And this wasn’t the first time he propositioned her to join in on his sexcapades, regardless of how many partners he was currently engaged with.
“I’ll pass,” Lauren replied, ensuring her disgusted tone came across.
“Oh, come on,” Finch hissed as the girl lowered herself onto his cock and began riding him. “I bet you’re positively drenched at the sight of this.”
“You wish,” she scoffed, walking behind the couch to her room. He was right, she was beginning to soak herself, but only because it had been months since she had sex, and the sound of the two of them engaged in the act was all it apparently took. Still, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. She shut the door behind her, the grunts and moans coming from Finch and the busty brunette still audible.
“Jesus Christ, is he at it again?” a voice asked from inside the dark room.
Lauren looked around, her green eyes able to adjust to the darkness quickly. On the bed lay Curt, his long body extending from one end of the mattress to the other. He was on his back, one hand resting on his bare chest while the other tucked under his head like a pillow. His blond hair was tousled and slightly damp, meaning he must have showered not that long ago. Apparently, the only thing he decided to wear was a pair of jeans.
“Of course he is,” Lauren answered, removing her jacket and tossing it into the chair in the corner. “Where’s your puppy dog?”
“He’s at one of the other hideouts trading supplies,” Curt answered, clearly having known she was referring to Conrad. He shifted on the bed. “How’d it go?” he asked.
“Flux is off-limits,” Lauren answered, sitting on the bed and kicking her shoes off. “Doran tightened security.”
“Christ, Lauren!” Curt shouted, sitting up. “Are you fucking serious?”
“What was I supposed to do?” she argued, raising her voice back at him. “I damn near got arrested!”
“I don’t give a shit!” Curt exclaimed. “What the fuck are we supposed to do now? We needed those credit chits!”
“Wow,” Lauren chuckled in disbelief, standing from the bed. “You don’t give a shit that I almost got put in jail?”
“But you didn’t. I’ll bet that turian cop bailed you out, didn’t he?” he asked, rising from the bed. “How come he likes you so much, huh? You fuckin’ him behind my back? Is that why you haven’t slept with me?”
“Oh yeah,” she scoffed sarcastically. “He lets me off if I get him off.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Lauren,” Curt threatened, stepping closer to her. “You know how I feel about those fucking turians.”
“Don’t act all high and mighty,” she said, getting in his face as best as she could considering he was a full foot taller than she was. She refused to let him back her into a corner. “You’ve cheated on me countless times!”
Curt’s hand was around her throat, pressing her against the wall. “Quit being a bitch,” he told her, his voice low and husky. “And take it like a good girl.”
Curt kept his hand on her throat while he used his other to lift her off the ground, his mouth pressed to hers, his tongue inside her mouth before she had a chance to reject him. Desperate, Lauren returned the rough kiss, her tongue clashing with his. She was ready to rip off her clothes and have him fuck her brains out.
Despite the fact that Curt had cheated on her multiple times, he was the only one she had slept with, and continued to sleep with. The dry spells they would go through were often results of him eluding the police after a robbery, but it also was because he was getting off with someone other than her. She didn’t try to fight him off anymore as it only riled him up more. Once in their physical relationship did he actually stop forcing himself on her when she had said so. But it was only once.
Lauren wrapped her legs around Curt’s waist, his rock hard erection pressing against her already drenched pussy, their jeans the only thing separating them. Curt pressed her against the wall more and broke the kiss, keeping his hand on her throat, his other hand moving from her ass to the hem of her shirt. She felt the fabric abruptly being pulled up, exposing her hard nipples. Curt greedily took one into his mouth and Lauren moaned in pure pleasure as he switched between biting and sucking on her tit. His hand had just the right pressure on her throat, combine that with the nipple play he was doing, and his erection that was pushing the seam of her jeans into her pussy and clit, she was sure she could get off with just a few movements of her hips. She began grinding against him, the denim scraping against her enhancing her pleasure with each movement.
“I don’t think so,” Curt whispered, bringing his mouth up from her tit to look her in the eyes, the grip around her throat tightening. “You only get to get off once tonight.”
Lauren groaned, the need between her legs growing, but she obeyed and stilled her hips.
Curt removed his hand from her throat, and Lauren instinctively sucked in a deep breath to fill her deprived lungs. His arms wrapped around her and he carried her to the bed, throwing her onto the lumpy mattress. He stalked back and forth, eyeing her with such intensity that she shivered. He knelt onto the mattress, pressing his thigh firmly against her pussy and the fabric hit her in all the right ways, she let out a gasp, pressing herself onto his leg more. She felt his hands move up her thighs, landing on the button of her jeans, quickly releasing it and the zipper. He moved his thigh away from her, pulling her pants off in the process.
“My, my,” he whispered, a devious smile on his face, his hungry gaze on her exposed pussy. “You went commando? Or did you forget your underwear at C-Sec after you let that cop fuck you senseless?”
If she were honest, she had stopped wearing undergarments all together as of late. She found it was a way for her to get off on her own easier, especially if the seams and fabrics rubbed at her just right. “I didn’t forget them,” she replied, a smirk on her face. “He kept them as a trophy.”
“Clearly he didn’t do that good of a job,” he told her, his fingers teasing her clit. Lauren moaned loudly. “You’re soaked,” she could hear the smirk in his voice. “You managed to even get my jeans wet through yours.”
Shit, he wasn’t wrong. Lauren could feel herself dripping down her ass at how wet she was. “Oh that?” she chuckled softly, continuing to moan under Curt’s touch, but kept her gaze on him to watch his reaction to her next comment. “His cum must finally be spilling out of me.”
Curt frowned and removed his fingers from her. He leaned over her, his hand on her throat once more. “I swear to god, Lauren,” he grumbled.
She chuckled, amused at how riled up he was becoming. “What?” she asked. “I can always get myself off.”
“Not a chance,” Curt whispered.
“I thought you liked watching me pleasure myself?” she asked as seductively as she could with his hand wrapped around her throat.
Curt stared at her, a scowl on his face. She hadn’t heard him unzip his pants, and before she knew it, he was inside her, filling her completely. He was large, the biggest she had seen on a human. The first time she had seen how big he was was a year after she had been accepted into the gang: she had walked in on him jacking off. She hadn’t left the room, having been too caught up in watching him, curious about sex. He hadn’t stopped, and had indulged her curiously, despite being eight years older than her.
With each thrust, Lauren could feel the cool metal button from his jeans hitting her clit while the zipper teeth scraped against her pussy, the border of pleasure and pain being flirted with. She cried out, grinding her hips against, she could feel she was close to finishing.
“Don’t cum yet,” Curt said through gritted teeth. He removed his hand from her throat and pushed himself up while he continued to drive himself into her. “I want to watch you touch yourself while I fuck you.”
Not wanting to delay her orgasm any longer, Lauren grabbed her breast in one hand, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, while her other hand slid down to her clit. A loud moan escaped her lips as she pleasured herself with Curt deep inside her, her climax drawing closer with every thrust and circle of her finger. Before long, she found her release, her pussy clamping down on his cock. Curt gave a few more thrusts into her, and she could feel his warm seed spilling inside her. He lowered himself and brought her breast into his mouth, his tongue playing with her nipple.
Lauren jumped as rapid knocking sounded on the bedroom door. “Curt!” a voice shouted from the other side.
“Not now, Conrad!” Curt yelled, returning his attention to her breast. She felt him tug at her nipple with his teeth and couldn’t help but arch into him, a moan escaping her lips.
“But Curt, it’s important!” Conrad shouted once again.
Curt didn’t respond, instead he kept playing with Lauren’s nipple in his mouth, his cock inside her was still hard. She let out a soft moan, her hips beginning to move as he started to thrust slowly into her.
“Curt!” Conrad called again, knocking once more on the door.
“He’s not going to go away,” Lauren whispered, her hips still moving to meet Curt’s.
“He can go fuck off,” Curt whispered, continuing to thrust into her.
Lauren let out soft moans as Curt began to pick up his pace, her second orgasm starting to build.
“Conrad, what the hell are you doing?” Lauren heard Finch ask.
“I need to talk to Curt,” she heard Conrad reply. “It’s important.”
“I’m sure it can wait,” Finch said, continuing the conversation outside the thin door.
Lauren rolled her hips, trying to concentrate on Curt’s dick inside her, which the two imbeciles outside their door were making impossible.
“No,” Conrad argued. “Artemis said I had to deliver a message.”
“Fuck, Ice Queen?” Finch muttered, then pounded on the door. “Curt! Get your ass out here!”
“Jesus Christ,” Curt muttered in her ear. He quickly removed himself from her and stood from the bed, tucking his cock back into his pants. Before Lauren could sit up or cover herself, Curt opened the door. “What the fuck do you two want?”
Lauren could see Finch peer over Curt’s shoulder, a perverted smile tugging at his mouth at the sight of her naked. She pulled her shirt down and glared at Finch, who’s gaze continued south, his smile growing bigger. Lauren grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her lap.
“Curt!” Conrad exclaimed upon seeing him in the doorway. “I just got back from Artemis’ and she is not happy.”
“The Ice Bitch is never happy,” Curt groaned, escorting Conrad out of the doorway no doubt so they could talk in private.
Finch leaned against the doorway, the smile still present on his face. “Hey, Lauren,” he greeted, his eyes raking over her body.
“What do you want, Finch?” Lauren asked.
“I feel bad for interrupting you two,” Finch said as he pushed himself off the doorframe, the door closing behind him as he entered the room. “Maybe I can make it up to you?”
“I don’t think so,” Lauren said, glaring at him as he sat down next to her.
“Oh, come on,” he said in a low voice. Lauren glanced down and could see a prominent bulge in his pants. He placed his hand on her leg, his fingers grazing the exposed part of her leg and began pulling the sheet up slowly. “I bet you’re dying to know what my dick feels like.”
Lauren shoved his hand off her leg. “Go fuck yourself,” she said, scooting away from him.
“I’d rather fuck you,” Finch said, sliding his hand up her leg once again, this time going directly under the sheet.
“Get the fuck away,” Lauren demanded, pushing him back. “How fucked up are you right now?”
“Come on, Lauren, let me feel that tight pussy,” Finch said, advancing on her once again.
“Get out, Finch!” Curt yelled from the doorway. Lauren looked at the door, Curt standing there with his hands curled into fists. He looked pissed.
“Oh, come on Curt,” Finch challenged. “You’re not the only one who wants to fuck her pretty little pussy.”
“Out!” Curt yelled.
“Fine,” Finch sighed, standing from the bed. Curt and Lauren both kept their eyes on Finch as he left their room. Lauren let out a sigh of relief once it was just her and Curt.
“What a fucking ass,” Curt muttered.
“What did Conrad want?” Lauren asked, standing from the bed.
“Artemis is pissed,” he began, removing his jeans. “C-Sec busted a few of her guys during a drug deal, and one of them squealed. She’s getting ready to ditch and find a new hideout.”
“Again?” Lauren asked.
“Yeah,” Curt confirmed, climbing into bed. “She’s going to be radio silent until the heat dies down, which means, we’re going to have to bust our asses to make ends meet.”
Lauren sighed and removed her shirt, climbing into bed next to Curt, curling her naked body against his. “I’ll head out first thing in the morning.”