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The Auction Where Everyone Wins	By : Mayamahal Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 3868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, just Tanith and the smut. I don't do this for money and get none.

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"Please," the vivacious yeoman begged for the tenth time. "Just one little one?"

"No."

"Aww, come on! There are ones that aren't too bad! It can be one of the four letter ones!"

"The worst curses are only four letters!"

"Woman," Kelly declared, brandishing a finger at her crewmate. "You can't be a part of a military ship and not have a decent handle on at least a half dozen swear words."

Tanith rolled her eyes at her superior. "And you aren't supposed to promote without express permission from Commander Shepard, or commandeer personnel for your own uses!" She turned and jabbed the stunned redhead in the chest. "Or is it okay for me to skip up to the commander's quarters and go 'hey! Did you know your yeoman's a fraud?'"

At the stricken look on Kelly's face, Tanith had to turn back to her console lest she burst into laughter. "Get over it," she managed, straight-faced. "I don't swear and I never will."

Minutes dolled by as Tanith tapped at the console, trading files from her datapad and uploading a few to her omni-tool. Eventually, she dared to peek over her shoulder, laughing at a forlorn-looking Kelly, who was still standing there.

"Oh, stop," she chuckled, reaching back to pinch her friend's arm, tapping a few more lines into her report before saving it, uploading it, and logging out. "I won't really tell anyone until it becomes necessary." She sighed, turning around and leaning back against the edge of the desk. "Just be glad I'm not the kind of person that insists on recognition for all the praise you've been getting for my work."

Kelly huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, managing to look indignant. "It's not that bad," she mumbled, her freckled cheeks going pink. "If you weren't so short, they'd have made you the yeo-OW!" She held up her arms in self-defense, laughing as her Tanith began to beat at her with her dormant data screen.

"Everyone knows I'm the yeoman's yeoman," Tanith berated, "Everyone but the ones that need to know." She shook her pad at her. "I'm sure you won't get into trouble, but after the euphoria of victory clears, the Commander might start to notice. That's what we need to prepare for. I was fine with the way things were before, as supply chief, but-"

"-but you're a better liaison." Kelly smiled, hooking an arm around Tanith's shoulders, wandering with her toward the elevator. "We've been together for years, kiddo. You were the back-up plan, in case I got shot or something." Tanith snorted but said nothing. "Seriously. EDI's handling all the little stuff that most of us just picked up on our own, but she can't do all the inter-crew communication that has to happen. That's my-"

"-our..."

"-our job. Right."

"And you're going to owe me for the last few days. They've been monstrous since they cracked us out of those little cocoons of bio-organic death."

They both shuddered; Kelly went pale, and Tanith dragged a shaking hand through her long hair. There was silence a moment as they struggled to forget what they couldn't stop remembering.

"Yeah," Kelly whispered, proving to Tanith that she'd been right about the real reason she'd begged for Tanith to take up some of the yeoman's responsibilities; Kelly had been the most traumatized by the attack and capture, and it would be a long time before she was at her best. Tanith made a note not to bring it up again.

The doors opened to crew quarters, them both still standing there, unable to move.

Tanith bumped her hip to Kelly's, shaking the other woman from her troubled expression.

"Yeah," she echoed. "So like I said, you owe me." Kelly blinked, looked at her. Tanith smiled. "So let's go to a bar or something."

"I've got one better," came a familiar voice as Commander Shepard herself rounded the corner into the elevator. "We're docked here on Omega for a week. I don't want to see either of you sober or on my ship until the end of it."

Both women had stood at immediate attention, eyes wide as the Commander's words sank in. Dazed, they stepped out onto their floor, gaping at Shepard.

After a minute, the Commander arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms and leaning back a little. "Bugs in your ears? You have a week. Get your shit together and get the fuck off my ship." With a small smile, she tapped the request for her floor, and gave a wink just as the doors slid shut, leaving Kelly and Tanith in the empty hall.

The women looked at each other for another few seconds, and then bolted to their cabins.

~b~

While Kelly and Tanith had been gabbing away, Commander Shepard had apparently made the rounds and delivered her gift of leave to everyone personally. The Normandy was practically deserted by the time they'd dressed in civvies, bag over their shoulders, heading for the airlock.

As they entered the elevator to head up to the CIC, there was a yelped, 'Wait!' just as the doors began to close.

Tanith stuck her foot out, halting the process as Operative Vakarian came into view.

For a split second, she was tempted to pull her foot back.

Trying to hide the heat that singed her cheeks, she stepped back as Garrus entered, making room as he hoisted his own carrier sack against his cowl. He gave a grin to the women, nodding his head. "Hey, thanks. You two have plans for your little vacation?"

Tanith felt like her tongue had swelled up; she shook her head, while Kelly chirped, "Nope! We figure we'll start at Aria's little bar, and just drink ourselves stupid until we stumble upon something fun to do." She grinned at him.

It felt like hours before they managed to get off the ship, Tanith struggling not to trip over herself on the way out of the docking bay. Kelly almost had to run to catch up, hollering a returned farewell to the Turian over her shoulder.

She whirled at Tanith, struggling with her bag. "Could you have been any more of a god-damned spaz?" she declared, laughing at her friend's burning face. "Why don't you just wear a 'FUCK ME GARRUS' t-shirt to work every day until he gets a clue? Because he obviously isn't despite your subtle billboard impressions!"

Tanith covered her face with her hands, even while her feet kept walking. She yelped when Kelly yanked her to the side, narrowly avoiding death by ledge. "I don't know what to say to him!" Tanith squeaked, her face pink, her expression panicked. "He's the only crewmember on your list that I can't talk to, because every time I see him," she pointed at her traitorous face, "THIS HAPPENS!"

Kelly, at this point, was laughing so hard she was weeping, clutching her stomach as they waved themselves into Afterlife.

They managed to stagger up to the bar, looking for all the world like they didn't need another drink, and both took down a few shots before spotting the rest of their crew.

"Oh look!" the yeoman pointed. "Let's go say hi! Maybe we can sight-see together!"

"Shouldn't we take care of our bags first? We don't even have a place to stay-"

"Excuse me," came a voice behind them. Turning, they came face to face with one of Aria's more well-trusted employees.

Henchmen? Employee sounds better, Tanith thought.

"Your commander has already made arrangements." He handed them both pass cards and data screens. "Everything you need can be accessed here; you have a spending stipend and lodging in one of the better venues." He pointed out said information, before taking both of their bags; a simple thing, really, for a Krogan, even a little one.

Kelly ogled and Tanith stared. "That's a five-star ho-"

"A stipend?"

"-for a week?" they squeaked in unison.

The Krogan, unphased, nodded. "As far as sight-seeing..." His professional manner dropped, and he ducked his head to whisper conspiratorially, "You humans came in on a great weekend." He grinned. "There are a few conventions going on for the next couple days that I'm sure you'll enjoy."

With that little bit of information, he turned on his heel and left.

Tanith, frowning, was the first to ask, "What does he mean by that?"

~b~

"A fetishist convention?" Tanith blurted out, staring at the digital flier Kelly had found in their packet of information.

"A human fetishist convention!" Kelly declared, positively glowing with deviant delight. "Look! Look! It happens every two orbits, lasts three days, and it's full of all kinds of wonderful debauchery-"

Tanith and Kelly were sitting at the bar with a collection of their crew, drinks scattered about, evidence of their impromptu celebration. They'd been there for at least an hour, pawing through their bonus packages, checking out their accommodations, bank accounts, and their 'tourist' bundle for Omega.

Jacob, perched on a stool next to Kelly, passed his omni-tool through the flier, effectively uploading a copy of his own. He scrolled through the information, eyeing it dubiously. "Why haven't I ever heard of this before?"

Miranda snorted on the opposite side of Kelly, doing the same as he and copying the flier to her own device. "Half the galaxy doesn't trust us; you think non-humans will get points for having a sexual fetish for us?" She tapped a few inquiries, looking things over. "Although... wow. That's quite the turn-out-"

"Turn-on?" chirped Jack over Miranda's shoulder. "Oooh. They have cameras in the bathrooms-"

"What!" Tanith grabbed Kelly, staring at the read out.

Miranda rolled her eyes. "Bunch of virgins, all of you," she mumbled. "Says here they boast over a hundred thousand attendees for the last convention, with climbing numbers." She scrolled down. "Mmm. Yeoman Chambers is right... all kinds of debauchery... Goodness. Over two thousand booths, each catering to a different aspect of the fetish." She went quiet as she read, her eyebrows slowly disappearing into her hairline. "It's organized by species."

"Species?" Thane interjected, the assassin peering at the flier.

Miranda glanced up at him, her lips twitching. "Yes. The Hanar even have a section. Section, as in, a collection of booths, all to themselves."

The Drell almost gaped, but caught himself just in time. With a hurried expression, he took his last shot and headed for the exit. "Mmm. Thankfully, I don't have to pay an entrance fee for such an indulgence into human erotica."

"I bet you don't," snickered Jack as Thane left the club.

Tanith, meanwhile, had been skimming through the brochure, catching up to Miranda. "Oh... she's right, look... Hanar, Krogan, Asari, Drell... and... and..."

Kelly leaned against her shoulder, leering. "Oh look, Tani. Turians!" Then she grunted, doubled over, a grimace on her face as she clutched her belly. Tanith withdrew her elbow, muttering.

"They have a mudwrestling," Miranda continued. "And naked derby, several voyeur areas, and even a few shows... Mmm, seems the big one today is the public auction."

Jack immediately sat up, tapping a copy to her own omni-tool, blazing through the flier. "Now I know you're lying, cheerleader," she exclaimed, trying to find the same entry. "Oh, shit. She's right."

Kelly squirmed in place, giggling. "Oh god, girls, we have to go! It'll be so much FUN! Imagine, buying a body for the weekend to do whatever you want to with! And look, look! We have a stipend!" At this point, the yeoman was cackling.

Tanith reached over and discreetly pushed Kelly's glass out of reach, shaking her head at the bartender over the counter.

Kelly made a rude gesture at her assistant. "I'm serious! We've got nothing else to do tonight! What better place to go than to a convention where we're practically worshipped as a species! It'll be like... like... like being an Asari!"

And that was how she ended up here.

Tanith fiddled with her skirt for the tenth time, trying to look graceful in these heels without breaking her ankles, following Kelly, Jack, Miranda, Tali, Gabby, and Kasumi into the staged setup of the Fifth Bi-Annual Human Fetishist Convention. The latter two had jumped into the group after Kelly forwarded them copies of the flier, highlighting all the bits she thought they'd like. It took about four hours, but eventually everyone was gussied up to their personal preference, armed with a mild alcohol buzz and ready to rock.

"This is a bad idea," Tanith mumbled for the fifth time, trying not to stare as they wandered into the great unknown of a convention. "Who knows what we'll s-OH MY GOD IS THAT A HANAR MASSAGE CHAIR-?"

"OOOH! Where?" came the general, giggled response.

And on it went.

It took nothing for them to have fun; it was rather inevitable. Kelly had been right, it was impossible not to have a good time, with being the ideal sexual object for every non-human there... and there were a lot of non-humans.

Tanith kept stumbling, gaping at all of the flesh hanging out... It seemed there was a collective group that followed the convention, human women (and men) who waited anxiously for two years to come to this shindig. There were booths and tents all over the place, some open to everyone's eyes, some more private... Some areas were sectioned off and rented by the hour, and other places...

She averted her eyes, blushing furiously. Other places just seem to lay out beds and cameras and invite people to jump right in.

Tali had been especially interested in the public auctions, explaining to them that it was probably a temporary arrangement, with the profits going to charity or split between the seller (usually the person up on the block) and the host of the convention (in this case, Aria).

"It's an incredibly lucrative operation," she explained. "Everyone gets what they want, you state your rules and preferences as detailed as you want, and as long as the bidders understand that, the auction goes on as long as it needs to and after... well..."

"Wait," Gabby interjected. "How do you know all this?" She stared at Tali pointedly.

If you could blush through a faceplate, the Quarian was probably doing it now. "It's ... it's a common practice at conventions like this, and not so different from legal slavery or indentured servitude, only on a stricter, limited, very short contract. They try to keep them regulated so no one gets hurt or inconvenienced. That reflects badly on everyone, and these conventions make a lot of mone- would you please all stop looking at me like that!"

Jack cackled. "Tali, you little slut!"

Tali ignored her, stalking ahead a little faster. "Look, you can see for yourselves, we're almost there."

The Public Auction was the last event for first 28 hour day, set up against the back wall. Screens projected sellers and their wares, both typically the same for this particular sale. Sellers would step into a booth, their body scanned in, input all their relevant information, preferences, specs, desires, and restrictions. They were matched to potential bidders, and their information was then spammed out to every participating potential buyer on the floor. There was a small crowd in front of the projected screens, pointing, talking, expressing interest, jeering, and even goading some of their human friends to put themselves on the block. You didn't even need to stand here to bid, it seemed; Tanith saw several omni-tools and datapads light up with specifics on potential interested matches all over the convention floor when the auction was announced, and those were just the area around her.

"I can't imagine anyone signing up for this," Tanith muttered, cheeks blushing hotly as she considered all of the horrible (delightful) and dangerous (thrilling) things that could happen with such a situation. "You don't really know who'd win, let alone what you'd have to ...to..."

"Fuck?" offered Kelly, Jack, Tali, and Gabby.

"-do!" squeaked Tanith.

"Don't be such a damn prude," Kelly groaned. "You haven't gotten laid since we signed up on the Normandy- don't think I haven't noticed!" She poked her friend in the shoulder. "I don't care if you get snared up with a Hanar, anything would do you a world of good, as long as it came with orgasms!"

Kelly was drunk, Tanith noticed, but it didn't make it less embarrassing.

"I don't need-"

"FUCK YES you do!" Kelly exploded. "You have a stick up your ass, Tanith Delano! It's cute when we could die any second or hurtle ourselves on suicide missions, but if you don't get busy living, you're going to forget why you're risking your fucking life in the first place!"

Despite her intoxication, the yeoman looked dead serious, even concerned.

Tanith felt mortified. She opted on silence, trying not to look hurt.

Jack pondered the auction set up, stepping forward and eyeing the process. She sneered. "It can't be worse than what I've already gone through. This way, it'd be my choice and I can pick what I want, and get some cash out of it." She snickered, grinning. "I could totally do this..."

"Mmmm, maybe you should, you fleshy little thing," came a drawled reply from behind them. A leering, drooling Turian stumbled forward in what he probably thought to be a saunter of some kind, a drink in his hand, his omni-interface open. "You could make a tidy sum... and make someone here ve-e-er-r-ry happy, too..." He leaned forward, breath wafting in Jack's face. "And you like making people happy... don't y-"

That's as far as he got before a flare of biotic energy exploded in his pants, sending him screaming across the room.

"Oh dear," sighed Miranda, trying very, very heard to look stern. "Jack..."

"Fucker deserved it, don't you dare say he didn't-"

"And here come security!" Kelly declared cheerfully, waving happily at the armed patrolmen walking towards them. Tali snatched the drunken yeoman's arm down. "Hey!"

"I'll take care of this," mumbled Miranda, moving to head off the guards. "You all stay here, I'll be back in a moment." She plucked the back of Jack's outfit, dragging her with her. "You're coming with me, or I'll take away your spending money."

Despite Jack's very vocal protests, she surprised everyone by actually doing as she was told.

While everyone laughed and commented on the turn of events, Tanith couldn't help but replay Kelly's words in her head. She knew Kelly was drunk and would apologize for her little blow up as soon as she was sober, but it didn't erase the fact that she was right. She glanced at her friends; it looked like they were pooling their money, trying to convince their Quarian crewwoman to bid on someone for all of them to share.

"See? It says no human on human bidding; ruins the spirit of the thing-" Kelly was explaining to a hesitant Tali, Tanith over-heard.

When they stepped away a little, admiring a very well built human man on the screen whose response to preferences and restrictions was the same, one word entry ("None"), Tanith glared at the auction application form projected nearby.

I am not a stick in the mud, she thought defiantly. She wasn't! She was spontaneous and clever and sensual and loved fun and laughter just as much as everyone else she worked with. Risking your life every day and working classified locations for years made all of that fall to the wayside; if you focused too much on living, why would you ever want to work again?

But then there was that certain Turian that had caught her eye, and if she was honest with herself, a little of her heart. Kelly was right about that too; if she never found the courage, that ship could pass her by and she'd never know, rejection or not. It was worth it to try, but she needed something to make her brave, and remind herself that she could be that person she was before. She knew that person was worthy of ... of whatever it was she wanted.

But then there was also the question of research.

What is a Turian g-spot, anyway? The thought, wayward and flitting through in such a serious tone, made her face split in a delighted grin.

Tanith looked at a vacant scanning booth, smile fading to something more serious, and then gazed back at the girls. It was now or never, she'd never get the nerve to do this while they were watching.

She took a deep breath and stepped in.

~b~

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness, and then another moment to readjust as the operating system came online.

"If you would like to remain visually anonymous, please specify," came an automated voice.

Tanith had seen examples of this. "Censor mask, eyes only," she stated.

"Acknowledged. Please fill out the questionnaire while the detailed body scan takes place."

Chewing on the inside of her lip, she skimmed through the questions, answering as best as she could about whom she was, a little of her background, personality traits, habits... It was okay to be vague, but she was more interested in the next part of the form.

"Preferences..." she murmured, her cheeks going red as she considered her options. If she was too specific, she may never get bid on, and all of this would be for nothing. If she was too general, who knows what she'd end up with?

How about a little of both? She thought, blushing hard as she began to key in the traits she found attractive in a bidder.

Can I put a background in C-sec? she thought ludicrously, stifling her hysterical giggles as she filled it out. Too specific, I'd give myself away...

Legal law-enforcement isn't too specific. And cops are good...

Oh lord. Handcuffs.

No no no, this is about research, and... and my personal enjoyment. I don't want Garrus for the first round, nobody so similar as to mar my first experience with him ... I mean, that is if I get one...

Male. Definitely male. Tall. No criminal bac-

Wait, scratch that. She backspaced quickly, and wondered if she should just leave that part blank.

Dominant?

"Hmm..."

She cleared her throat and kept on entering information, pleasantly surprised at the effect this was all having on her. This was... fun! In record time, she came to the last question.

Species: _.

"Well..."

~b~

A moment later, Tanith stepped out of the booth, just as her information went up on the digital block. She was beginning to wonder if she'd been too specific; how many clean-nosed ex-con Turians were there that were at least six feet tall and a sincere fetish for human women? She was also beginning to wonder what the hell Kelly put in her drink, to make her try something as insane as this.

Rationally, she knew that she could take this entire occurrence as financial padding and a learning experience, if she managed to make enough after Aria took her cut. She eyed the screen, blushing harder as she spotted her specs up on the board, her body scan rotating in three dimensional, faded colors, information scrolling around her generous figure. Her features were obscured by a projected mask, marking out her eyes but leaving most of her recognizable; she knew anyone from the Normandy would-

"Holy shit the virgin fucking went nuts while we were away-!"

Tanith didn't bother to see who it was; Jack's piercing shriek was impossible to miss, so she simply turned heel and ran, the teasing jeers of her friends radiating in her scalding ears.

"I am never going to live this down- What was I thinking?" she laughed, hysterical, ducking into an empty booth as the women of Normandy darted past, calling her name. She clamped her hands over her giggling mouth, trying to quiet herself.

Gods! I've done lost my mind!

The grin on her face faded as she spotted something, hands falling from her mouth as she realized what she was looking at.

The name she'd posted for herself, Mercurial Dana, was tapped, highlighted, and her likeness pulled up to the main screen. In minutes, she was projected, front and center, her bids enlarged and rapidly updated.

"Oh my..." she breathed.

She'd been right; she'd been very specific with only 26 bidders lining up for her post. Compared to the others she'd seen that night, and the auctions still going, that number was fairly pathetic. What wasn't pathetic, however, was the number of credits rolling under her image.

When asked for a species preference, Tanith had only put one down. If she was ever going to get brave enough to hit on Garrus Vakarian, let alone ask him out or more, she'd need the experience of a Turian male just to know what she was up against. At least, this was what she'd rationalized. It might have been an excuse to do something incredibly reckless, but there was some truth to it. She'd feel better knowing exactly what it was that she wanted.

Tanith covered her gaping mouth with her hand, watching as the bidding war continued. When it was down to five bidders, the screen-names were posted: VintageWarrior, The_General2357, HumansTasteG00d, PD1ck, and AdminN123. Over and over, the list refreshed itself as they battled for a place, up and down, dropping, climbing, disappearing, returning...

For ten minutes, the bidding continued. It was quick, small increments piling up to a larger and larger figure, and before long, there were only two bidders left; AdminN123 and VintageWarrior. It seemed to drag on, the two entering bids at the last moment, back and forth, effectively sniping each other until-

Her handheld beeped, and she brought it up to her wide eyes, breathing a little faster. It was a notification; AdminN123 was the winning bidder. He met her specifications perfectly, she was informed, and because she'd managed to achieve a number that put her in the 'Gold Class', she and her 'owner' would be provided a suite at one of the best hotels on the station, better even than the accommodations provided by the Commander. She was to go to the Service Kiosk in the center of the convention for the key, instructions, and a copy of the contract her winning bidder had just signed.

Tanith's hands started to shake, and she swallowed dryly.

"Oh goodness. What have you done, Tani?" she breathed.

~b~

The winning bidder got to dictate how his 'prize' would be presented to him. In this case, he wanted her clothed in attire of his choosing, unmasked, and in the suite before he arrived. She was given a medical scan and injected with something to help with allergic reactions should she choose to 'ingest' any Turian … fluids.

She was there, staring out the large wall of windows at the lights of the station around her and below her, a glass of champagne in her shaking hand, her other rubbing the injection mark on her bare upper arm.

It was a beautiful set of rooms, located on a high floor, clear of most of the pollution and the less legal antics of the station. Marble floors, pale white, gleamed with the light of an artificial hearth, digital fire illuminating walls of rich colors. Soft rugs were spread here and there, laid beneath large, comfortable chairs. A dining table built of Earth iron and set with Hanar glass was laid out with several different bottles of vintage, arranged around a pair of glasses. Across the room opposite the large double doors, tall floor to ceiling windows lined the entire half of the suite, with a door of their own leading out to a beautiful balcony.

Tanith was trembling, she was so nervous. Tremors of anxiety, both pleasant and not, radiated up and down her nerves, making anything other than standing a torture beyond words. She couldn't stop thinking, wondering why, why had this happened so quickly? Did she think she'd never get bid on? Here?

She took a swig from her glass, then pressed the cool perspiring surface to her brow, closing her eyes.

What will happen tonight? she wondered. I should have specified no sex unless permission given. Why didn't I think to put that in until after the auction was over?

The girls had disappeared, Tanith had hoped so fervently to run into them, to let them laugh at her while she begged their advice, to see if there was a way out of all this.

But Omega was run by thugs and gangsters, and Aria was their queen. Everyone knew that these events made her ridiculous amounts of legit money, and you did not fuck with Aria and her money. Ever.

So she'd done as she was directed, finding this room and the set-up, complete with a satiny, lovely dress on the bed. It was dark red with touches of cream, the fabric heavy but the skirt short. It even came with heels. Doubting it'd fit her, as her curves were more generous than most even for a human, she was surprised, pleasantly so, to find it fit her about as well as a sock would fit a foot.

And that was what she was standing in, staring at the city of lights, trying not to squirm or run or wet herself with nerves.

"Come on, girl," she assured herself, gritting her teeth. This will only be bad if I let it. She took another drink and lifted her chin, setting the glass aside. I've got this.

Well. She was already beginning to feel better.

Then the door opened, and she very suddenly couldn't make herself turn around.

Oh god oh god oh god oh god-

"Good evening," came a resonant, deep, dual-toned Turian voice she did not recognize. She swallowed, a sound that seemed loud to her ears, and willed herself to answer, or turn, to no avail.
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