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“… I can assure you, this is an opportunity you don’t want to miss out on!”

Pero followed the Chaxiine through a crowd of people. She was less than impressed by his trade proposal; he could see it plainly on her face whenever she glanced over her shoulder, but he was certain that she just didn’t understand the benefits. Admittedly, he was also motivated to convince her because she was stunning. Her species looked strange—like practically every other alien at the reception—but Pero found himself enamored regardless. The Chaxiine had introduced herself as a businesswoman and her long, pearlescent dress swirled like the vast blankets of clouds above her planet. It reflected a very enticing amount of financial prowess.

She turned around and stared down at his ingratiating smile. Before she could open her mouth, Pero took her hand and added, “I could always throw in extra incentives. Dinner, perhaps?” The Ferengi had never talked business with a female before; maybe she would be more interested if he appealed to her sentimental, romantic side.

He stifled a hiss when she yanked herself out of his grip.

“In what universe would that be an incentive?” she snapped at him. “I already told you very clearly, none of my customers would be interested in your imports. Go find someone else to harass.”

Pero dropped his arms and watched the Chaxiine move swiftly away from him, her dress flowing behind her. So much for her species’ supposed “hospitality, charm, and sexual openness.” They were the ones who had insisted on hosting this big, planetside reception before negotiations regarding Chaxii’s dilithium mines began, but so far he’d found them to be standoffish.

He recovered, trying to not appear dejected. Around him, partygoers danced and drank and flirted in a pleasantly-loud din of activity. All sorts passed by; the other guests present were primarily from Federation worlds. Given the swarm of Starfleet officers, Pero imagined that the ship transporting the Federation's negotiators must be a big one. It was a sign that they were serious about acquiring more resources in the face of the Dominion War, but Pero and his Ferengi associates were prepared for a challenge.

What he wasn’t as prepared for, though, was being in the presence of so many clothed women. His lobes had been tingling since he’d stepped into the room. It was like he’d been shoved into one of his most private fantasies, something he was reminded of when a pair of buxom Andorians brushed past him.

Focus, focus. Even though official negotiations wouldn’t begin until tomorrow, that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to get a few smaller contracts signed. If that happened to lead to the other thing he wanted to do while he was away from Ferenginar, then he would be a lucky man indeed.

Pero scanned the room for someone else to talk to. The reception hall was lavishly decorated with colorful, velvet banners and artfully displayed tables of food and drink. Looking past some kind of abstract Chaxiine sculpture, his eyes met those of a Human. She was standing conspicuously alone in front of a large window and was wearing what Pero identified as a Starfleet operations uniform. Normally he would have considered his actions more carefully before speaking with her—these Starfleet officers had no latinum—but it looked like she’d been staring at him. When he noticed her she startled a little, as though she’d been caught sneaking jellied gree-worms before dinner. Then she smiled at him.

“You have a discerning eye,” Pero said when he walked over to her, looking her up and down. Her uniform was black and yellow with a mauve shirt under her jacket. It was closer to a business suit than the Chaxiine dresses, although the greens, reds, and purples that he was sporting were far less drab. Despite that, it highlighted her attractive features.

“I didn’t know anyone else was participating in these negotiations,” the Human answered.

He stuck his hand out. “Pero. My associates and I are here representing Regional Sub-Nagus Snitz. Seems the Chaxiine know the value of a healthy bidding war.”

She made a face that Pero knew well. It was the “my boss is probably thrilled about that” face. Even so, she shook his hand earnestly and he flashed her a sharp-toothed grin in return.

“I’m Ensign Hadaway, an engineer on the Perseverance. Call me Nat.” Then she said, “I guess that makes us competitors.”

“Now, we don’t have to be!” Pero responded, spreading his arms. “Your Federation has been missing out on countless quality imports that increased trade with the Ferengi Alliance could bring. Someone as pretty as yourself must take good care of her skin, right? I’m sure you’d love adding cream of hipecat to your routine! And if it’s dilithium you want, I have contacts for that. No need to get involved with the Chaxiine.” If the dilithium ended up coming from the Chaxiine mine, well, that was just the way the River flowed.

“I can’t accept any offers,” and before he could suggest it, Nat added, “I couldn’t convince anyone else to, either.”

“Not with that attitude,” Pero clicked his tongue. “You Hu-mons give up too easily.” Even so, maybe he would get something out of this interaction, because he could hear a familiar warmth in her voice after he'd complimented her appearance.

“Really, huh?” she folded her arms. “And I’m sure you’ve been having tons of luck with the Chaxiine. I saw what happened over there.”

“As a matter of fact, I have. This may be my first time off Ferenginar, but I’ve got a way with the locals.”

“Wait, you’ve never been off-world before?” Nat looked surprised. “What do you think?” She gestured out the window, where clouds roiled overhead.

In truth Pero was nervous to have traveled so far from home, but what kind of Ferengi would be be if he let that get in the way of opportunity? “Chaxii is beautiful! Even if,” he lowered his voice and she leaned in conspiratorially, “it’s a bit dry. But there are new markets everywhere I turn, and meeting new people is always a treat.” For the second time, he couldn’t help but take in her covered form.

Nat took notice and inspected her uniform. She adjusted her tunic, pulling it forward a little while she watched him watch her. Pero could tell that she was judging him in some way. Then she asked, “In that case, would you like a tour of my ship?”

Two hours later, Pero was listening to Nat regale him with some of the Perseverance’s more novel encounters.

“So, the slime mold was in all the engineering consoles, but right as we were about to start scraping it out, our chief science officer discovered that it was sentient. Then we had to help him rig up a special translator so that he could communicate with it.”

“What?” Pero’s eyes were wide. “There are a few molds that we Ferengi consider delicacies. We don’t talk to it.”

“Maybe you should try!” the Human started laughing, a sound that made the nonstop tingling in Pero’s lobes more noticeable. “But yeah, that was a really weird day. We owed it an apology.”

They rounded a corner. So far, she’d taken him to the crew lounge and bar, the arboretum, and the cetacean recreation tank. Now they were on their way to the holodecks. She’d lamented that she couldn’t show him engineering, and when Pero had told her that it wouldn’t be of much interest to him, she’d responded that it was his loss.

Pero didn’t have many stories of his own to share with her. He’d started by talking about his life on Ferenginar, and what working for a Sub-Nagus was like, although he rarely visited the Tower of Commerce himself. At one point he’d tried espousing the obvious value of cornering the market, to which Nat had said that they’d “have to agree to disagree.” But to her credit she didn’t stop him; she even asked him a few questions about the work he did, which was more courtesy than others had payed him.

They came to a crossroads and she said, “It’ll be faster if we cut through crew quarters and take the turbolift from there.”

Pero followed her to the left. The corridor they were walking down was full of nothing but identical, beige doors. No wonder the reception had been infested with Starfleet officers. Suddenly, Nat stopped at one. It looked the same as all the others.

“These are my quarters!” she said in a cheery voice. Pero nodded thoughtfully. Was she going to open the door and tug him inside? He would like that very much. But instead she turned away, apparently still wanting to show him the holodecks. Pero stopped her.

“And do you live alone?” From what Nat had told him, she had no male relatives onboard.

She faced him, nearly bumping into him. “I have a roommate, another woman.” Then an amused expression crossed her face. “Last I saw her, she was talking to some Chaxiine ladies. She’ll be busy for a while.”

With that information, Pero put on his smoothest, most solicitous voice. “Personally, I think you’re in better company right here than with anyone at the reception.” Even though he felt that it was true, there was a lingering curiosity in the back of his mind about why she wasn’t following in her roommate’s stead. She was certainly attractive enough to have garnered attention from a handsome, tall Chaxiine man or one of her crewmates.

He also knew he was egregiously breaking Rule 229. There was no profit to be made from this Human; he should be the one still at the reception, trying harder to make connections like his associates were doing. But he’d been following Nat around for the last few hours, watching the confident way she carried herself, the amount of independence she obviously had, the way her uniform hid every inch of skin from him.

“You know what? I think so, too.” Nat followed his lead and Pero’s heart started thudding. She began to look flustered herself, and before she could back out he kissed her.

Pero grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her in, and kissed her.

The moment was short-lived. Almost immediately after their lips met, one of his sharp teeth grazed her, causing Nat to flinch. Pero stepped back. “Sorry- I, ah, are you alright?”

Nat swiped her tongue over her lips, and then to his relief she responded, “I am; you didn’t hurt me. I was just surprised.”

In an effort to prove her point, she kissed him back with more force. “I don’t mind some biting,” she added.

Pero hadn’t realized how soft Human skin was and now he savored the feeling. He was careful to not jab her but he wasn’t holding back, either. He smiled against her lips before gently biting down, eliciting a hum of approval from her.

“Oh, you don’t mind that?” Pero pecked her again, and then lowered his head to playfully nip at her neck. “Or that?”

Nat let out a gasp which quickly turned to more laughter. She was hot against his tongue and he reveled in the noises she made when he pinched his fangs down. Curious, Pero reached up to her head, his fingers following the outer curve of one diminutive ear before he threaded them through her dark hair. Her hair didn’t feel the way he expected. It was silky, exotic. All the while, it was impossible for Pero’s lobes to not hone in on the sound of fabric moving against fabric. Everything about the situation was so new and yet so wanted that it nearly made him lightheaded.

He felt her fingertips finally brush his lobes before he picked up another sound- around a corner, still far away but approaching fast. Reluctantly, he extracted himself before saying, “I hear footsteps.” He felt giddy that they’d gotten so carried away. Like they were a pair of lobelings who couldn’t make it to the bed.

Nat looked in the direction he’d indicated but he didn’t know if she could hear anything. Regardless, she asked, “Wanna skip the holodecks?”

Pero gave her an eager nod and she tapped the door’s controls, causing it to slide open. Inside her quarters were two beds, some sitting furniture, a replicator, and a door off to the side which he assumed led to a restroom. The room didn't have much in the way of decoration, save for a few personal affects from both occupants.

“Computer, lights. 60 percent.” Nat made no pretense of asking him if he wanted something to drink. She only motioned towards one of the beds and said, “Come on.”

Pero padded over and took off his shoes before sitting on the mattress, his back facing a nest of pillows. He was expecting her to sit or lay next to him, but instead she hooked a leg over his lap to straddle him, pushing him into the pile. Her lips found his again, and her hands blessedly made their way back to the outer ridges of his ears.

He’d fantasized about a night like this. Until arriving on Chaxii, the only clothed females he ever saw were the ones on Alpha News Network broadcasts… and the ones on a data chip that he kept well-hidden. It contained his stockpile of holo-images featuring both Ferengi and aliens who exuded dominance, who were dressed in business suits, in off-world fashion, dresses, swimwear, lingerie, and more. And just like them, Nat looked beautiful outfitted from head to toe.

Her taking him to bed like this… if the men he traveled here with ever found out... the thought made shame and arousal coil in Pero’s gut. He’d seen the other Ferengi- they’d been oggling guests at the reception as much as he had been, but if they caught him they’d never let him live it down.

The coil tightened the more she touched him. Her oo-mox technique could use some pointers, but she had the hands of someone who worked with delicate equipment and a callous on her right thumb that made his toes curl. He responded in kind with more kisses and nips on her neck. Every sound that reached his lobes (and they all reached his lobes) told him exactly what kind of effect he was having on her.

Her uniform shirt had a high collar which kept him from leaving love bites too far down. It was exhilarating; Pero buried his face in the fabric. His palms roamed from her waist, to her back, to her ass. Everywhere he touched, supple, durable weave wrinkled under his fingers. Color flushed through his lobes when he reached her chest and felt her breasts covered by that same material.

Nat sighed in pleasure at his caresses and internally Pero cursed that this was what made his body react. Not the oo-mox, not the way her hips sat on his- it was the feeling of a fully dressed, Human woman on top of him that was making him grow hard and unsheathe.

“How many layers are you wearing?” he groaned into the crook of her shoulder. The question came tumbling out of him; he’d been waiting so long to say it.

Nat sat up and steadied herself over him. When he looked at her face, her expression made Pero think she knew more about Ferengi men than he initially thought. “Do you like when I’m wearing a lot? Do you want to see?” Something about her energy had shifted.

He could only answer both questions honestly. “Yes.”

“Good,” Nat said, unzipping her black and yellow jacket to reveal more of her uniform. “It’s three layers.”

Pero mused that he should have started visiting other worlds ages ago. She dutifully kept her jacket on, but now that it was open he could admire the shirt underneath. Despite its plain color he was transfixed by the way it moved with her body. It fit her figure differently; the shirt was snug around her breasts and middle, folds dancing across her stomach as she rolled her hips over his. Pero knew that he was staring but he couldn’t stop. His handful of previous partners had all been nude from start to finish.

(Unsolicited, more images from his secret collection flashed in his mind- images of couples during intimacy where the male was undressed. They’d made him uncomfortable at first—like he was intruding on an intensely private moment—but had also engendered a regrettable spark of desire. He knew that, for other species, the males stripped readily. What if Nat expected this of him? What if she made him take his clothes off?)

Pero squeaked and his eyes shut for a moment when she pressed herself against his cock. Then he went back to staring in time to watch Nat pull the shirt up over her chest to show him her bra.

“See? Three layers,” she said, beaming at him.

He could barely focus on her face, though. The garment in front of him was a deep plum and opaque where it mattered. The way the sheer gauze covered so much but did such a poor job of actually hiding anything, paired with the lace that succeeded in concealing her, made his cock throb. He admired her half-bare torso- the way her sides and arms were still covered, the lace flowing over her skin, the whisps of hair on her stomach that led down into her pants.

“Do you wear underclothes like this all the time?” he asked.

“No, but I wanted to put on something sexy in case, well, in case I met someone at the party.” She bent over him. “And I did.”

The rest of her underwear wasn't sexy? Pero doubted that. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and ran his tongue across the lace, right over one of her nipples. His head swam with the sensation of her attire on his tongue and her fingers dancing over his lobes. Her hums were like music, like a vinkling rain, and in-between them she teased him about being careful with those teeth.

He wished that she would pull her shirt over his head and smother him against her, and it was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but that only made him want it more. Pero switched sides to lavish his tongue over her other breast. His palm filled the absence left by his mouth, thumbing saliva over the thin fabric. Nat let out a breathy expletive in response and ground her hips down again.

“You wanna see my underwear?” she asked, firmly massaging him in a way that made it difficult for Pero to answer. “They match my bra.”

He felt up her thighs and made a pleased sound. It was tempting to say no, but he did, also, want a peek. He nodded.

Nat gave his lobes another stroke before sitting up on her knees and unfastening her black uniform pants. Pero also sat up more, meeting her eyes with a snaggle-toothed grin while he undid the large, golden clasp on the front of his coat. He struggled with it blindly, eyes coming to rest on her lower body, unable to look away from the show she was giving him.

She slid her pants over her thighs and stopped there. Her description was accurate; the underwear were even more opaque to hide her most valuable assets from him, but they were the same color as her bra and decorated just as enticingly. The garment looked like it had been designed to invite any lover in for a closer look.

“Have I told you that you look amazing?” Pero said while he absentmindedly held his coat.

“And have I told you how handsome you are?” she replied.

He carefully folded his coat. There was nothing to set it on, so- well, the floor would have to do. The moment he was done with it he pulled her back down into his arms, savoring the silky texture that covered her ass. One hand snaked between her legs, gently rubbing her through her underwear. Nat guided it to a slight rise and he applied more pressure there. The attention caused her to moan right in his ear; he was thankful that, at least in practice, her body didn’t seem too different from those of his previous partners.

Meanwhile he traced her underwear as it curved over her ass, sliding his fingers under the hem. It was all so deliciously dirty. Nat was rubbing herself against his other hand and he could feel dampness though the fabric. The fact that she was reveling in the attention—that she seemed to know exactly what he desired and was getting off on indulging him—only made his own arousal strain harder under her. She hadn’t resumed giving him oo-mox, instead Nat was reaching up under his shirt. Her touches weren’t enough to scandalize a traditional Ferengi man, but enough to make Pero succumb to a moment of weakness.

“Tell me to take my shirt off,” he groaned.

For a second, everything froze. He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. Nat stopped touching him and Pero was worried that she knew exactly how much he’d embarrassed himself. He was about to tell her to forget it, that he’d gotten carried away, when she spoke, her voice coming out like a purr.

“That’s pretty kinky for a Ferengi guy.”

Her observation made his hands feel clammy.

When he stayed silent, Nat continued. “I just mean- I’d heard that some men have a thing for women wearing clothes, but being naked yourself is on a whole ‘nother level, right? You don't have to do this for me. I’ll still be into it if you want to keep everything on.”

Pero shook his head. “You're right, it would be inappropriate of me to undress.” For many conservative men, no intimate situation was appropriate. “And a naked male with a clothed female is unthinkable, but...” He averted his eyes, the words persisting in his head.

“You like that it’s taboo?” Nat finished his train of thought.

“I like when the female takes charge.” Just having to admit this to her was humiliating. He had the urge to spill everything. “And I like when she teases me about it.”

“I understand. You like being inappropriate.” Nat lightly traced a finger down a helix as she threw his words back at him. “And I like taking charge. You know, I’ve undressed men before.”

“Yeah?” Pero swallowed.

“Mmm-hm. Well, not Ferengi,” she clarified. Then she hooked her finger into the collar of his shirt and gave it a mischievous tug. “But I’m sure I can get you out of this just fine. What are you waiting for?” The tone of her voice had suddenly taken on an authoritarian slant and Pero’s lobes flushed with heat.

Nat hiked her pants back up, though she didn’t fasten them, leaving a triangle of her underwear visible. Then she got off his lap to give him room while he removed his shirt, choosing to lay beside him on the bed. It was still difficult to look at her, even though a man taking of his shirt wasn’t even that strange as long as he was wearing something under it. But knowing that her eyes were on him after she—she—had commanded him to undress…

With care he placed his shirt on top of his coat. Now he was in nothing save for his jumpsuit and underwear; his torso and legs were still covered, but with his arms bare he suddenly felt very naked in front of this Human.

Nat ran a palm down the front of the jumpsuit. He got the impression that she hadn’t expected him to be wearing something like it- that she was hunting for bare skin. “Good,” she said, her voice low. Her hand came to rest on his hip, next to the tent in his clothing.

Fumbling, Pero undid the bottom zipper on his jumpsuit and freed his cock. Nat’s eyes lit up and she took hold of it. That alone made him groan. Then she gave him a few experimental pumps, taking his cue on the right speed and amount of pressure to apply, and whether or not he liked it when she swiped her thumb over the tip (Blessed Exchequer, he did.) After settling into a rhythm, she leaned back over him and started kissing him again. Pero tried to swallow his sighs and moans but it was no use.

Then Nat said, her lips dangerously close to his ear, “You need to take everything else off, too.”

Pero faltered mid-moan. The request should have made him recoil, but instead thrill surged through him and he felt himself twitch in her grasp. She had him right where she wanted him. Literally under her thumb. He felt like a trapped jebret and he never wanted to feel like anything else ever again.

His eyes flashed to her breasts, her shirt having fallen back over them, and he realized how hot his skin felt under his own clothes. He squawked out a “Yes.”

Nat let go of him but remained by his side. When he reached around to the zipper at the nape of his neck, she found it for him. “Let me help,” she said, trailing a finger down his spine.

“Please.”

He heard and felt the unmistakable action of her unzipping him. Then she pulled the sleeves down over his shoulders.

“So, what would your associates think if they knew you liked having women strip you?” Nat played her part beautifully. At the same time she helped him free his arms, and then slid the garment down to his waist.

“They’d turn me into Ferenginar’s laughingstock.” He wanted to beg her to touch him.

“Really...” she let the possibility linger, let the embarrassment settle over him, and Pero could hear the smile in her voice. “We’ll just have to hope they don’t find out.” As if she could read his mind, Nat switched back to giving him oo-mox, letting him handle the rest. Her touches were firm enough to ease his nerves but light enough to not distract him. Exercising care, Pero pushed his jumpsuit and underwear past his hips.

Even with the balm of her fingers on his helices, he still balked at the sight of himself. Now he was completely nude save for the fabric pooled at his feet. To make things more humiliating, he’d stayed hard the whole time, his cock now laying over his bare thigh. Pero didn’t have to look at Nat to know that her eyes were roaming over him.

An unexpected wave of self-consciousness hit him. He was suddenly aware of all the curves and ridges and wrinkles that he’d never shown anyone before. Even the place where his cock everted from his sheath was plainly visible and slick with arousal, but Pero didn’t close his legs. This wasn't something he'd explored in any of his previous relationships- he hadn't been ignorant enough to risk it. Not when a prospective wife could run to her father with the information.

“Can I touch your body?” Nat asked.

At first her question confused him. She was already running her hands all over his lobes. She didn’t need to ask for more permission. When he told her as much, she traced her fingers up his outer thigh, all the way to his rear. Hot prickles bloomed over every inch of him. The room had seemed cool when he had first slipped his jumpsuit off, but not anymore. Nat wasn’t being passive, but she wasn’t being mean, either. She was asking him all these questions as if he was something fragile. Drawing out every moment and forcing him to endure scrutiny under the guise of kindness.

“I can't believe you'd expose yourself to me like this,” she said, and Pero had no idea that a partner’s gentle caresses could make him feel so defiled.

“Here, scoot forward a little,” she added, and when Pero obeyed she slid between him and the pillows. She pressed her chest up against his back and held him to her. Without consciously realizing it, he’d clutched his arms to himself. She reached for them, uncurling his fingers.

“Aha, sorry,” Pero laughed awkwardly. “I didn’t know I was doing that.” He lowered his arms, opting to place his hands on her legs.

“Don’t be. Just let me know if you don’t like something.”

He nodded and she began to touch his bare chest. She rubbed her thumbs in circles, feeling him while she planted kisses on one of his lobes. Pero could only moan in response. With one hand she reached for his cock, which all but leapt into her touch. He could feel her shirt pressed against his nude back and the sleeves of her jacket brushing over his skin. Sitting between her legs, his fingers starting to dig into the fabric of her pants, he was helplessly enveloped by everything she was wearing.

Pero surrendered to her warmth as she stroked him. He relaxed, his head lolling back slightly. “Good, this is so good,” he murmured. It put everything in his collection to shame. Nobody had touched him like this before, and that fact that it was her of all people—the fact that he was letting someone from a world with such a backwards economic system put him in this state—only served to heighten his need. She was in total control. She’d stripped him and she wasn’t even letting him see her naked body in return. Wasn’t going to let him fuck her. No, he didn’t deserve anything like that.

The hand pumping his cock reached down further, feeling his sheath. Pero bucked up at the sudden contact.

“You’re so wet,” she admonished him. “You're really gonna come just because a clothed woman undressed you?”

It was true, and there wasn’t anything concealing the result of Pero’s shameful arousal. “Yes, frinx. Yes, yes,” he panted. At this point he knew he must be leaving a spot on her sheets. All the while she didn’t stop stroking him, didn’t stop kissing his lobes, didn’t let go of him.

He gave her a moment’s warning that he was about to come, and then all of her teasing and touching finally built to a head, ensuring even more so that Nat would have to change her bedding. He whined and rutted into her palm a few times as his climax abated.

For a moment all he could do was lay back against her, and Nat made no attempt to push him off. “That was way better than mingling at some party,” she said.

“It was,” Pero agreed without hesitation, nuzzling into her.

And then he began to sink into the reality of the situation.

At most, he’d been hoping to entertain a clothed female and receive oo-mox from her in return. He and Nat had gone much further than that. She’d done more than he could have ever hoped for, but suddenly all he wanted was to be dressed again. To no longer be nude in front of a complete stranger.

He extracted himself from her grip. “I- uh- I need to get back to my accommodations on Chaxii. The negotiations will begin early tomorrow.”

“Oh, OK.” Nat’s smile had dropped. They cleaned up and he dressed in silence. Pero wasn’t sure what to say. It had been so wrong and so embarrassing and so, so wonderful. Finally, Nat spoke for him.

“Was that too much?” she asked. “Did I make you uncomfortable? Look, if it-”

And then Pero interrupted her, taking both her hands in his. “I loved every second of it. You, ah, you won’t tell anyone?”

“Of course not.” She squeezed his hands and Pero drew himself up to stand taller. Then Nat said, “Let me walk you to the transporter room.”

Later that night, he sent her a subspace message from Chaxii. It included the location of the inn he was staying at, along with an invitation to dinner the following evening and an apology for his hasty exit. She’d promptly accepted his offer.

Pero’s world had grown quieter.

Heat radiated from the softness that surrounded his lobes, and his vision was nothing but black. Nat’s chiding was muffled but he wasn’t bothered by that one bit.

She was kneeling over him, smothering his face with her standard issue Starfleet uniform pants. This was the second time she’d visited him on Chaxii. Negotiations were dragging on, which Pero wasn’t happy about, but at least it meant that the Perseverance was still in orbit. It meant that he didn’t have to decide between admiring her body with her clothes on or off—or with his on or off—because they had time to try every combination.

This time, Nat was fully uniformed and had quickly gotten to work stripping him. Embarrassingly, her just sitting on his face in their respective states of un/dress was enough to make him unsheathe halfway. Then she’d leaned over him and dipped two fingers inside is slit to coax him out fully.

She fingered him and rubbed the base of his cock while the rest of it lay trapped between the sleeve of her jacket and his own shamefully bare skin. He was forced to debase himself by rutting against her arm for release.

The sound of synthetic weave filled his ears when she shifted her hips. Pero took in more of her scent; it was the scent of a hard day’s work mixed with the scent of her growing arousal, which he was eager to sate once she was done torturing him. Pero breathed it in deep.

Nat’s ass muffled Pero’s moans when he climaxed, shooting ropes of cum onto his exposed stomach. She began to scold him for getting her jacket dirty.

“Now I’ll have to change into something else,” she said. Underneath her, Pero smiled.