Space King
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A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 9, 2017 21:01:54 GMT -6
The Milky Way, a fine chain of restaurants that focused more on the female form rather than the food, just one such string of chains across the Galaxy to follow this style of business. And it was this chain of "Breastaurants " that was a personal favorite of Starlord. Boasting some of the most buxom females of any alien species that had breasts, and with each restaurant boasting a different staff he pledged to himself to one day visit them all!
The inside of the floating space station was massive. Tables and bars scattered everywhere along with stages where the girls danced to entertain their guests when they were not serving their customers. The clientele was a hodgepodge of every race in the known Galaxy, most watching the girls. Others watching each other. But with drinks flowing, warm flesh roaming, and plots sowing there was no better place to look for work. Or to find a mark than a place like the Milky Way.
And Starlord. Well, he was looking for something. And he'd found it all around him. The girls of the Milky Way were all dressed in little more than panties and cloth tied around their breasts, nothing was left to the imagination. His eyes didn't know where to settle as they bounced from girl to girl. Hands shoved in his pocket he'd nod along now and then, not paying much attention to anything other than the feast for the eyes that was presented to him.
"Uh huh. Yeah..."
He wasn't paying much attention to his companion at the moment.
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 9, 2017 21:18:55 GMT -6
Of course he'd drag her to this place. She waved off and barked a cuss some girl who thought she was into this scene. With the thong retreating up the dancers cheeks more Quinn returned to her logs which were being projected from a screen on her palm. She was over viewing some list of heavy bounties as her... co-worker... flitted away his spendings. His ship need a new throttle before the years end and she was damn fucking not spending her share to fix it.
"This fuckin' toad has been on this bitch list for a while..." But he half heartedly replied as there was little blood flowing through his head and being used in other places as well. She grabbed a coaster from hear by and chunked it at him aiming for his head. "Hey, Fuck head!" because that was the only head doing any work. Might as well define who he is.
Coaster PL 300...
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Space King
Training
A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 9, 2017 21:32:44 GMT -6
The coaster lodged itself firmly in his well maintained Pompadour. It was more than enough to take his attention away from paradise as his companion rudely messed with the dew. Something that no civilized person would do, but alas his line of work had him run with all kinds. But Starlord was nothing if not prepared.
Grabbing the coaster he'd flick it back at her before digging in to his coat pocket to grab a small bit of metal. A thumb press on the side of it sent out a comb which he'd bring to his hair, fixing up where the coaster had ruined his style. Leaning forward and down to the nearest bar to admire his reflection as he did so. A toothy smile and large hair distorting in the mug like glass in a fun house, but he knew he looked fabulous.
"Look Baby, You gotta work on your temper." He'd say straightening back up. "I'm giving us camouflage here. Just another customer, we don't wanna spook the guy."
Coaster PL: 450
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 9, 2017 21:55:43 GMT -6
"My Temper!..." She dodged the coaster with a calculated head tilt and it lodged into the far wall. She smacked her dark painted lips retreating her earlier out burst. "Full of shiiit... " she'd eye him with her nearly white eyes. It is a good thing this guy they were after was with in the vicinity. Not sure if Starlord actually knew about that, but she could hardly tell if he was serious about anything. And yet he always come out of things nearly unscathed. Like a fucking Roach.
She hardly looked up from her logs but she kept her ears open hearing and logging many conversations... She would need to clean out some of her cache after all this waisted filth. She'd wait to see if their efforts and resources were not wasted.
"Like I'd ever be a fuckin' customer here..." Her black leather pants were tucked into her buckled boots. She wore black bandana tied over her forehead, her thuggish look was coined in black and red colors. "However this wart fuck might... he comes here every chance he gets... shit that is just fuckin' wretched." If Starlord takes one of these girls home and wakes up with warts we might have a witness.
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Space King
Training
A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 9, 2017 22:01:29 GMT -6
"Well just pretend and go with the flow baby."
He'd say, his fingers stretching and wiggling briefly before his right hand shot outward in an attempt to give her ass a firm smack as he'd continue with intent to strut further into Nirvana. If their target was here then he was a man of impeccable taste. Moreover they'd need to try to blend in so he didn't catch on to something breaking the norm.
Something he felt he'd have a much easier time doing than his hotheaded partner would. And well, that was just Dandy.
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 9, 2017 22:24:30 GMT -6
Her initial instinct was to extend a blade and guillotine his fingers... but with what he said fresh in her mind it would be against their best interests to refrain from causing blood to spill. However in her split second of holding back he made contact with her flat ass. She twitched and balled her fists.
"Ugh Fuck you..." She'd put away her screen and see if she could catch wind of conversation and she noted something... one of the rooms has not been used or opened since they got here. With another extension from her finger it spread off hooked up to some near by wires and lead into the basic computer system to see why...
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Space King
Training
A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 9, 2017 22:35:40 GMT -6
He let out a disappointed sigh. All that advance technology and changing of her body to what it now was, and she still had an ass like a deflated pancake. You'd think they could have spared a bit of time and energy fixing up what really mattered.
"See, that's what I'm talking about. You gotta relax and go with the flow baby."
Things would work out, they always did. He'd been doing this for years and he's still at it. That had to mean something. Because getting all wound up never helped anyone, and in fact just made them bald. And his hair was too fantastic to risk that.
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 9, 2017 22:44:42 GMT -6
She took note of his exasperation and read the disappointment into it. It was going to be that again he has done this before and according to her memory it went exactly the same the last time he noted her body.
"Eeh... You got somethin' to say about my ass again Fuck head?" She parted her lips in a rather menacing snarl and placed her boot on the back of his chair staring over him. It was the exact copy of her previous body and she could care less about much else.
However she would whisper in a slightly different frequency that he was certain to be the only one that heard it. "Our bounty bitch is fuckin' in room 6... "
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Space King
Training
A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 10, 2017 18:45:37 GMT -6
He stumbled forward but recovered gracefully as he spun about to face her. His hair giving a little bounce as his lips twisted into a sarcastic smile, his eyes gleaming dangerously for just a brief moment. Almost a flicker, there and then gone so quickly it may have never existed in the first place.
"All I'm saying is if you are fine with them adding all that junk to your body, why not improve it in a way that is actually important."
Weapon systems and tools were such a waste. You could carry that, but to have all of that stuff added to your body and not even improve it's aesthetic. That just screamed of cheapness and low self esteem!
"Wait really?"
He creeped forward to press his ear against the door. He was expecting to hear him actually fucking in the room.
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 10, 2017 19:01:15 GMT -6
She hadn't flinch the whole while he moved and given the situation she decided to drop the ass subject. Seeing him making a bee-line for room six and she thought he was getting serious she prepared her arm, with a quick swipe she'd be able to pull out a blade on his signal.
She almost could not compute that he ended up just listening in and instead she smacked her forehead from the weird act. "Aaah." Her exasperation was hushed. "What are you fucking waiting for? Him to Finish?"
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Space King
Training
A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 10, 2017 19:26:45 GMT -6
"Well it would be rude not to!"
He hissed back. Letting out a much put upon sigh he'd take a step back and reach into his jacket to grab his laser gun. It was time to earn his pay, and pray that this didn't cause too much of a ruckus. He liked this place and wanted to return.
He'd kick in the door, his gun pointed inside hoping to make this quick and painless for everyone involved. It was always worse when it ended up turning violent.
"Let's make this easy and give up. Alright?"
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 10, 2017 19:33:06 GMT -6
Her grey eyes looked at him pleases as he finally got serious. Watching him pull out his gun. She always thought it looked like a cereal box toy but she was not going to mention something like that right now.
With a nod she'd raise her arm again, "So no flame thrower this time? Fuckin' shame." she grinned, and calculated different options. "He is on the table about 120 centimeters from the door." she'd tell him.
She came forward and will respect his idea of keeping a low profile so she made her fingers split and brought her own skeleton key forward and hacked the lock on the door. Quickly to push it open seeing the frog on the table where she said he would be and a woman dancing on top of it. She'd be quick to bring out her knife and stab the first few layers of warty skin on his neck. She brought her other and shoved it close to the dancers stomach but not touching her.
"No one make a sound" she told them. "Starlord pick one... lead her out and I cuff him or cuff him and I lead her out." She kind of knew that answer.
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Space King
Training
A good ass should be felt, not just seen.
Posts: 48
Power Level: 17,382
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Post by Space King on Apr 10, 2017 20:12:26 GMT -6
And once again Quinn proved that she had no ability to chill as she just rushed in and went to stabbing. Letting out another sigh he'd holster his gun, frankly completely fine with taking the lady out. He'd swoop in and hook an arm around her waist to gently guide her off the table.
"Come on, lets get you out of here. You don't want to see her when she gets fired up. Trust me."
He'd say, not even sparing her a glance back as he guided and somewhat pushed the very confused and alarmed dancer out of the room. He'd try to keep her calm with his best smile and some small talk. But she was having little of that given the current situation.
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Post by Quinn Vellesh on Apr 10, 2017 23:35:47 GMT -6
Quinn would make quick work of the toad and cuff him up. She'd leave Starlord with his "paradise" while she would bring the bounty to their ship. She seemed strong enough to handle the situation easily getting to the one of two holding cells that were prepped on the ship and she would return to her own paradise until she felt Starlord was finished with his jollies.
Before plopping down on her bed she had a full length mirror and she turned around to look at her rear. Giving it a run over she rolled her eyes. "That fuck head... " she gave her hip a turn and picked up the most recent comic she was reading before and would wind down her insides to a more relaxed setting. She wasn't a human anymore so it was pointless to consider the likely hood of going through unnecessary thoughts of vanity.
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