Quarian Directives
Zero Compliance (Omega)
Markan stared down into the glass of dark blue dextro wine, and thought again about the human from earlier. The poor thing. What could have driven her to such humiliating acts?
He had moved to the upper area of Afterlife, away from the commotion downstairs. Up in the VIP booth, Aria was directing orders to her security team, her face stony. Most likely discussing what had happened down below. Markan knew enough about the ruler of Omega to know that part of what kept her in power was always appearing to be in control. And something like the impromptu gangbang that had occurred downstairs was the very opposite of control.
"Doubt that human will be hanging around Omega much longer," Markan mused to himself. Again, he felt that swell of pity. In some ways, the human reminded him of Victoriana. Markan doubted that the pretty young asari had planned to end up here on Omega, dancing for a bunch of drunken thugs and losers like himself. Sure, asari in their maiden phase tended to drift toward that sort of occupation, but with how Victoriana moved, and her looks, she could have been working one of those high-class joints on Illium. Instead, she was here in the asshole of the galaxy.
"Just like me," Markan thought ruefully, as he took another drink. He heard the barstool next to him drag against the floor, and looked over to see a strange-looking human. She had removed that thin fringe that human females usually wore, and her body seemed to be completely covered in markings of some kind.
Noticing him staring, the human woman glared back. "If you want to keep your fucking cock, turian," she snarled at him, "you better not say a damn thing to me, or tell me to do anything. You got me?"
Markan hastily nodded, not sure why the human was so angry but not wanting to provoke her further. He turned to face forward again, just as someone else sat down at his other side.
"Hey, Hallis," said a beautiful voice. "Gimme the usual, huh?"
Markan froze in his seat. It was her. Victoriana was sitting right there, right next to him. After watching her from fifteen feet away for so long, she was right... there!
His mind was a jumble of thoughts, most of them conflicting.
"Talk to her! Say you like her dancing!"
"No, she'll think you're a creep! Play it cool, act like you don't know she's a dancer!"
"Play it cool? You? No way. Just wait for her to say something!"
"Why would she talk to you by choice? Just..."
"Hey, you got the local time?" the painted human woman said, drawing his attention. "Supposed to be meeting someone here."
Markan turned and brought up his omni-tool. "Uh, yeah, it's 10:55."
The human woman nodded, not even offering a thank you.
Turning away from the angry human, Markan squared his shoulders and steeled his nerve. Now was the time. He couldn't be a coward any longer. He was going to seize this opportunity by the mandibles.
"You know," he said, turning away from the human woman, "I really like your..."
Victoriana was gone. In her place was a muscular batarian. "Don't think you want to finish that sentence, buddy," he growled.
Markan nodded in agreement, while feeling his heart wrench in his chest. Another opportunity lost.
"Hey, could you switch seats with the lady next to you?" the batarian asked him. "Got some business with her."
"Oh, sure..." Markan turned to look at the human woman, only to have his jaw gape open as another woman appeared out of thin air next to her.
"Hey, Jack," said the newcomer. When the painted woman, Jack must have been her name, turned, the second human wound back and slapped her in the face, the loud clap of skin against skin loud enough to be heard over the music.
Jack looked furious as she clutched at her cheek. "Kasumi? The fuck?"
"How could you?" the human in the dark hooded outfit, Kasumi, cried out, drawing attention from the crowd. "He was mine, dammit! He was finally mine and everything was great! And then you had to go and ruin everything!"
Jack looked confused, staring at the shouting woman without comprehension. "Who the hell are you talking about? I don't know what the fuck your problem is, but..."
"Jacob, you bitch!" Kasumi shrieked, her fists clenched in rage. "You've been fucking Jacob!"
Tears were starting to trickle down Kasumi's face. "Of all the guys... of all the fucking guys... You're so goddamn hungry for it, you can have any other guy you want! Hell, fuck every last guy in this goddamn bar! But you stay away from Jacob, you hear me?"
And before Jack could answer, Kasumi disappeared again.
Not that Jack seemed to be planning to answer, anyway. Because as soon as the words "fuck every last guy in this goddamn bar" had left Kasumi's mouth, a hungry look had come to Jack's eyes. Turning to the man at her other side, a pale-skinned human nursing a beer, Jack pulled him up to his feet and began working on his belt buckle.
"You gotta be kidding me," Markan thought to himself, as the human male's cock sprang free and Jack yanked down her own pants. "This can't be happening again."
But the painted human had bent herself over the bar and spread her legs, and although the human male was flabbergasted, he nonetheless decided not to waste the opportunity. Gasps went out through the crowd as he started thrusting inside of the grunting human woman.
Markan glanced up at the VIP section, but Aria was too busy talking with her bodyguards to notice what was happening down on the floor yet. Word was beginning to spread to the rest of the crowd, however, and while some were making their ways to the exits, others were starting to crowd around the unexpected display of public indecency.
"Oh, fuck," said the human male, as he reached his climax inside Jack. As he pulled out, the human woman looked over her shoulder at the crowd. "Fuck, there's a lot of you," Markan heard her mutter. "Whichever one of you wants to fuck me next, step right up! Come on, I ain't got all night!" she yelled to the crowd.
Nobody made their move at first, wondering if this was all a setup. After several seconds, Markan felt the batarian sitting next to him stand up and brush past him. Pulling out his thick green cock, he thrust it forcefully into the mewling human, Jack looking back at him with eager eyes as she thrust her hips back against him.
"Doubt that was the business he was meeting her here for," Markan thought to himself. Part of him wanted to intervene in this whole thing, but after the last time, he doubted it would go well.
He wanted to get up and leave, but the crowd of men that had formed around the bar was thick, and he doubted he'd be able to make his way through. So he was forced to sit at the bar and pretend nothing was going on, even as the batarian finished off inside Jack, and was replaced by a fat, bearded human.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Markan heard Jack groan, the sound of her third partner's cock inside her getting sloppy from the previous two loads that had been dumped inside her. "Keep it coming. Nobody's leaving this bar until they've fucked the shit out of me!"
Glancing up again, Markan saw that Aria had finally noticed the commotion on the floor. Her scowl grew even more intense, as she pointed down at the crowd gathered around the bar and barked orders to her subordinates.
"Shit, this is gonna get bad," Markan thought. As the third human started grunting, his climax nearly complete, Markan realized that he had to do something. After what had happened downstairs, Aria and her men would most likely have even less patience for this new commotion. When the human stepped away, Markan acted without thinking. Standing up, he walked over to the nearly naked human and gently pulled her away from the bar.
"Listen, you should probably think about leaving," he told her. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Aria's men trying to fight their way through the crowd. "Aria's not going to be too happy about this, you know."
Jack gave him a dazed smile. "Can't leave yet," she said. "Still a lot of guys in this place. And speaking of which..." Jack glanced down at Markan's crotch. "Don't think I've ever had a turian before. Where do you guys hide those cocks of yours, anyway? I assume you've got cocks at least." "Hey, whoah," Markan nervously cried out, as Jack began reaching for his belt. Grabbing her wrists, he pulled them away from his crotch and held them up at chest level. "You don't need to do that. Come on, let's get you back to..."
"Get your talons off her, you filthy pervert," he heard a gruff voice behind him. Next thing he knew, he was being shoved face-first into the bar, one of Aria's henchmen landing hard punches into his side. "Don't you people have any goddamn self-control?"
"No, can't leave yet!" he heard Jack crying out, her voice getting further and further away. "Still haven't fucked them all, dammit! Let me go!"
After one more punch to his sore torso, Markan felt himself being dragged away from the bar and out to the entrance corridor. "Don't show your face in her again, you filthy little shit," said the turian who had beaten and dragged him. "Your Afterlife privileges are revoked."
Wincing at the pain in his side, Markan felt an even worse misery: being banned from Afterlife meant he wouldn't be able to watch the dancers anymore. Which means it was likely he'd never see Victoriana again.
Trudging his way out of Afterlife, Markan let out a depressed sigh. Being a nice guy on Omega sucked.