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Quarian Directives	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 56175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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After about eight mugs of the weak-as-piss excuse for beer they had at this Presidium hotel bar, Jack had pretty much forgotten all about the strange events that had occurred on the Normandy hours before.
The few times she had visited the Citadel in the past, she'd usually stuck to the Lower Wards, and kept her head down as much as possible. She had forgotten what exactly she was wanted for in Council space these days, but she had most likely racked up enough counts of it to put her away for a very long time.
But fuck it, you only live once (although Shepard would beg to differ). And besides, she was a member of the Normandy's crew now. If she got arrested, she was pretty sure Shepard would come bail her ass out, throw her big old Spectre muscles around a bit. So as soon as they'd hit port, Jack had immediately made her way to the ritziest, most expensive joint on the whole damn station. She'd shot cocky looks back at all the stuffed shirts and rich bitches that bugged their eyes out at her barely concealed tits and colorful ink, before setting down on a barstool and slamming down her credit chit with a grin.
Jack wondered how Shepard would have reacted if she's known Jack had been squirreling away credits from every mission she was brought on. Hell, from the shit she managed to loot from the Shadow Broker's ship alone, she had enough credits to her name that she could have afforded a nice set of diamond earrings to hang from her nipples if she wanted. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea: give the cheerleader an eyeful of that the next time she ran into her in the showers, watch her get all squirmy.
"The Shadow Broker's ship..." Jack muttered to herself. There had been something else, hadn't there? Something she'd found on the ship, but had been taken away. Dammit, what was with her brain today? She could almost picture it, walking into the lab where that drell was getting deep-fried, finding... finding...
"Did you say something, ma'am?" the bartender asked her.
"None of your damn business," Jack muttered, taking the last sip of her glass and shoving it toward him. "Gimme another one," she demanded, her words slurring slightly.
The bartender frowned, but obediently took the glass and went to refill it.
"Unbelievable!" said a voice to her right. She turned to see a doofy-looking guy in a terrible suit plop down on the barstool next to hers. "Lady goes to all the trouble of setting this up, and then pulls this!" Turning to Jack, he glanced down at her bare torso before returning his eyes back to her face. "Take my advice: don't waste your time on iPartner. I mean, they all seem really great on the site, but once you meet them in person, it's a whole other story. I mean, this chick was..."
"So, hey, here's a fun fact," Jack interrupted, as the bartender returned with another beer. "I don't really give a shit. So how about you shut your goddamn mouth and let me drink in peace, okay?"
The man shot her a nasty look. "Yeah, you women. All of you the damn same." He stood up and sneered at her. "Blow me, bitch."
Every eye in the bar turned as the glass in Jack's hand fell from her grasp and shattered onto the floor. In a flash, Jack was on her knees in front of the shocked man. Gasps rang out as she yanked down his pants in one swift motion, and wrapped her lips around his flaccid dick.
"Wh... what the fu..." the man stammered, as Jack put her well-practiced cock-sucking skills to work on the jerk's member.
All the while, as she heard some of the patrons start to bolt from the room, Jack's mind was reeling. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked herself, even as she smiled in satisfaction to see the guy's prick start to stiffen under her tongue. Staring up at him, she gave him a wink before taking his entire length down her throat.
Behind her, she could hear the bartender putting in a call to C-Sec. The rational part of her brain told her that now would be an excellent time to be somewhere else, but she couldn't make her body move, except to continue lapping and sucking on this guy's stiff prick.
"Ohh," the man moaned, still too shocked to take any action other than to watch as the total stranger deep-throated his cock. "Oh, fuck me..." he finally muttered.
It was simultaneously the best and worst possible thing he could have said.
Using her biotics, Jack flung him back-first to the floor. While the few remaining patrons in the room gawked, Jack unhooked her belt and casually dropped her pants to the floor, while whipping the straps off her chest to expose her pierced nipples. The guy tried to elbow his way backwards, but Jack wasn't about to let him get away. Clad in just her boots, she bent down and aimed the man's damp cock at her pussy, and sank down slowly until he was fully inside her.
"Fuck yeah," Jack moaned, as she rocked her hips back and forth on his stiff rod. The people staring at her, the C-Sec officers that were probably on her way, none of that mattered now. The only thing that mattered to her now was the hard cock pumping in and out of her, grinding against her clit in just the right way.
Just as she felt herself start to climax, a gloved hand clamped down on her shoulder. "Pardon me for saying miss, but you probably should have waited until you got back to the room."
Jack looked up, while continuing to move her hips up and down the groaning man's shaft. Two C-Sec officers were standing there, flanking their frowning turian captain.
"Just give me one second, fellas," Jack said. Underneath her, her unwitting sexual partner groaned, and Jack let out a sigh as she felt his warm cum filling her insides. The two officers grabbed her by the arms and lifted her off of him, Jack feeling the man's load dripping down her inner thighs.
The C-Sec captain shook his head as he stared down at the stunned man. "Jesus, Buchera! This is the fourth time we've had to haul you in for soliciting. You could have at least waited to get somewhere private before you sampled the goods."
"What?" Buchera cried out, as one of the officers fitted him with handcuffs. "But Captain Terruptus, I wasn't, I swear! This crazy bitch just tore my pants off and started having sex with me! I didn't pay her a single credit!"
"Uh, huh," Terruptus seemed unconvinced. "That's exactly the same thing you said when they caught you with that batarian hooker outside of Flux." He motioned to the officers. "Take him back to the station house."
The turian turned to Jack. "Now, miss, you must be new to the Citadel, so let me explain a few things. I'm not going to claim there's no prostitution on this station, but generally we like to keep it a little bit more discreet than this. Now, I'm gonna have to take you in, but..." Staring at her for a moment, he spat out a curse. "Dammit, I know who you are. You're with Shepard, aren't you?"
"Yep," Jack said, always quick to find the best way out of a sticky situation. "We're like best buddies, me and her. If she found out you were hauling me into prison, she'd get soooo pissed. You hear how bad she fucked up Harkin? That'll be like a vacation on a Tefnut resort station compared to what she'll do with you if you fuck with me."
"Shit," Terruptus looked torn.
"Captain Terruptus, report. Nolentis, you there?" called out of a voice on the captain's radio. "We've got a report of a break-in at the Castellani estate. Get over there as soon as possible."
Putting a hand to his ear, Terruptus responded. "On it." Looking back at Jack, he let out a sigh. "Look, just get dressed and get the hell out of here. You're lucky you're with Shepard."
"Don't I know it?" Jack said, quickly following the cop's instructions.
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Jack's head felt jumbled as she strode down the Presidium, trying to work out what the hell had just happened.
It certainly hadn't been the first time she'd jumped a guy when she'd had too much to drink. But she didn't think she had been that drunk, and she'd never really done something like that out in public before. Well, okay, once... she hadn't touched Red Janey vodka since, that shit fucked you up but good.
But still... when the guy had said "blow me," it was like someone else took control of her body. Her arms and legs, and especially her mouth, just started moving of their own accord.
She was getting those bad vibes again. Those memories of the Teltin facility returning to her. How many times had she done something without even thinking then? Followed instructions to the letter, out of fear of the punishment she would receive if she didn't.
"Hey, watch it!" called out a ditzy-looking teenager in a silky pink blouse. Jack has been so wrapped up in her thoughts that she had walked headlong into the girl. Looking down at Jack, the girl smirked. "Jeez, put on a shirt, why don't you?"
A few seconds later, the girl ran away screaming, her arms crossed over her exposed bra, while Jack fastened the last button of the blouse over her chest and kept walking. Something was eating at her. She felt like she was just at the edge of the solution, but it kept shifting out of her grasp.
"Answer this question for me," said a voice, startling her out of her thoughts. "Are you feeling confused, worn down by all your troubles in life?"
"You bet I am," Jack said, turning to see the speaker, and coming face-to-face with a vending machine.
"Well, buy a can of Tupari today, and we bet you'll start feeling better right away! Tupari: it'll put your mind at ease."
Pulling out her credit chit, Jack swiped it into the machine, and a can of Tupari tumbled out into the tray. Picking it up, she smirked. "Not feeling much better, gotta say," she addressed the machine.
As Jack started to turn away, she heard. "Answer this question for me: are you feeling confused, worn down by all your troubles in life?"
"Yeah, sure am," Jack automatically answered.
"Well, buy a can of Tupari today, and we bet you'll start feeling better right away! Tupari: it'll put your mind at ease."
Jack swiped her credit chit, and picked up the can of Tupari that the machine dispensed. Carrying the two cans under her arm, she turned in the direction of the Normandy's docking station and started to walk.
"Answer this question for me: are you feeling confused, worn down by all your troubles..."
Twenty minutes later, a lighted message appeared on the machine: "MACHINE OUT OF STOCK. AN ATTENDANT HAS BEEN CALLED TO REFILL THIS MACHINE," and the electronic voice stopped.
As she carefully balanced the large pile of beverages in her arms, Jack decided that maybe shore leave hadn't been such a great idea after all.
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