Gal's Night

   

     The next hand didn’t start out promising. Left with nothing but a king, Shepard drew four cards and hoped for the best. She got two eights from the draw, but nothing else. When everyone had laid down, though, the pair had done its job. Samara had won with a pair of aces, but Jack only had a pair of fours.

    “Aw, fuck!” Jack said as she realized she had been eliminated. She stood up, definitely put her thumbs in her gray panties and slid them off in one motion. She was totally shaved, and her pelvis was yet another canvas for more tattoos. As she turned to show off her tight ass, Shepard could see that even there was ink. “Well, since I’m done here, I think I’ll go play with my third place trophy,” Jack said as she walked over to Miranda again.

    Miranda shrunk back a little on her spot on the floor as Jack pinned her to the ground. She was putting on a good show of looking scared, but the flush in her cheeks said otherwise. Besides, Shepard knew that if Miranda hadn’t wanted this, she could have left while Jack was still playing. Jack cupped one of Miranda’s large tits and began playing with the nipple. Miranda whimpered and Jack moved her hand around the brunette’s back and pulled her closer. Jack kissed Miranda hard, trying to force her tongue into her mouth. Miranda resisted feebly, and finally gave in and allowed the kiss.

    All of the women in the room were watching as Jack moved the hand from Miranda’s back and slid it down to her ass and began to kneed it. Miranda’s whimpers were starting to sound a lot more like moans. Kasumi was gently fingering herself while watching.

    “Ahem…ladies. Pleasing as that is to watch, I think this game isn’t quite over,” Kelly said with a sultry grin. She dealt the cards to Shepard and Samara. This was it. The final two girls. There was just one left to be eliminated.

    Shepard was dealt two kings. Pretty good. Even better, then draw brought a third one. Samara laid down a pair of aces. If it hadn’t been for the third king Shepard would have lost.

    “Luck seems to be with you, Shepard,” Samara said placidly and she stood up and began fussing with the armor around her waist. After about twenty seconds the armor clicked open and fell to the floor, revealing Samara’s topless form. Her ample breasts were still firm, despite her age, and her nipples were dark blue, almost indigo. She had spots on her chest, Shepard assumed due to age, but asari aged gracefully, and Samara’s very tight body did not seem like that of a woman centuries old. All the justicar had left was a skimpy pair of red thong panties. One more victory, and Shepard would win the entire game, still quite modest.

    The next hand, however, was frustrating. A five, a six, a seven, an eight and…a ten. Getting a nine was statistically unlikely, and yet all the cards were so low as to be nearly worthless. In the end, she decided to keep the ten and get four new cards. The draw wasn’t great, but she did manage to get a pair of threes. It wasn’t perfect, but it would hopefully be enough. It wasn’t. Samara laid down a pair of jacks.

    “Oh well, I guess I had to lose again eventually,” Shepard said and stood up. She unfastened her pants and let them fall off her body, revealing her long creamy legs. Since her undershirt was just a halter top, it did nothing to hide her white bikini panties. They weren’t overly revealing, and yet they were snug enough to give anyone looking a very good idea of what her body looked like. Kelly seemed pleased that Shepard had lost at least once more as she dealt the cards again.

    Shepard was dealt a pair of tens, which was pretty good. She didn’t get anything else to help, though. As the hands were laid down Shepard saw Samara had two queens. The Commander sighed. Kelly looked even more excited than ever. Shepard crossed her arms and slowly drew her halter top over her head, revealing her simple white bra, which contained her c-cup breasts. Shepard was a very good looking woman. Athletic, but still quite feminine. Things had certainly taken a down turn, but she still had a one clothing item advantage on Samara. Kelly dealt the cards again.

    A queen high wasn’t the best start Shepard could think of. As she pondered her cards she looked around the room. Jack was now forcing Miranda to eat her out as she fingered her vigorously from behind. Miranda had abandoned all dignity and her muffled moaning could easily be heard from between Jack’s legs. As Shepard watched the scene, she felt a soft hand on her leg, running up and down her thigh, stopping just short of her panties. Kelly was looking at Shepard’s cards as she caressed her.

    Shepard decided to keep the queen and tried to not think too much about Kelly’s fingers and what they kept getting dangerously close to. The draw didn’t get her a queen like she hoped, but it did give her a pair of sevens. It wasn’t enough. Samara laid down a full house. Shepard looked on in disbelief as she realized Samara had just tied the game. Kasumi peeled her eyes away from the Sapphic charms of Jack and Miranda to look at Shepard. She was going to get a show after all. The famous Commander Shepard, hero of the Citadel and vanquisher of Reapers was going to have to show her tits.

    “I’ll help you with that, Commander,” Kelly said seductively as she stood up and moved behind Shepard. The Commander felt Kelly’s soft hands on her shoulders as they gently rubbed them, then moved down her arms and then back up. The yeoman slid her fingers on to Shepard’s back and began to play with her bra clasp. She finally undid it, and moved her hands to the straps on Shepard’s shoulders. She looped her thumbs around them and began to draw the garment down. The cups fell away from the fleshy globes as Kelly pulled the bra off. Shepard’s breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed, her brownish pink nipples already showing the first signs of excitement.

    As Kelly threw the bra away with one hand, she used her other to cop a quick feel of the Commander’s right breast. Shepard let out a slow breath and began to feel a slight dampness between her legs. Kelly let her hand slide right to the hem of Shepard’s panties, and tease the waistband a bit, before finally pulling away, as if the yeoman was aching the peel off the last little bit of modesty Shepard had left. Shepard had to remind herself that if she lost this hand, Kelly would probably get just what she wanted. When she thought about it, though, Shepard could imagine worse fates than letting a beautiful redhead have her way with her.

    Just as the last hand was about to be dealt out, something caught Shepard’s attention. EDI’s hologram stirred and began to make its way over to Tali’s. Shepard had almost forgotten about the computer with the sudden upsurge of erotic events. She couldn’t help but notice that EDI’s projection was walking rather seductively. It knelt beside the naked image of Tali.

    “What…are you doing EDI…” Tali asked uncertainly. EDI reached out a hand and touched the bare breast of the Tali hologram. Shepard heard a definitive buzzing noise and the real Tali brought her hand to the same breast that was currently being virtually fondled by EDI. “W-what…how…” Tali stammered as the buzzing continued around Tali’s breasts, causing the young quarian to tense and buck her hips slightly.

    “I have hacked into your suit’s systems and activated the nerve stimulation program,” EDI responded as her hologram began to kneed Tali’s tit more vigorously. The real Tali had begun to breathe a little louder, and the projection was flushing violently. “I wanted to experience the interactions our fellow players seem to be engaging in, and you provided my only opportunity,” EDI commented.

    “B-but…you can’t just- oooohhhhhh” Tali trailed off as EDI’s other hand moved down the virtual Tali’s crotch and began to rub her pussy. The real Tali’s exosuit began buzzing in the same region and the quarian arched her back and moaned against the sudden ecstasy.

    Shepard tore her eyes away. They still had one last hand left. She was dealt a pair of queens, which was about as good as she could have hoped for. No extra help from the draw, though, so the girls would have to suffice. Samara picked up four cards. That was good sign. And sure enough, when she laid the hand down she had a mere king high.

    “It seems you have won again, Shepard,” Samara said. She made to go for her panties, but then suddenly changed direction and reached up to her forehead. She detached her small, red decorative headband and laid it beside her. Samara was wearing something very close to a wicked grin following this move.

    “Hey now-” Shepard protested.

    “I do believe,” Samara began, “That you called a hair band a piece of clothing.” Shepard sighed. She knew that would come back to bite her. So there would be one last hand, then. Shepard was ready. Kelly dealt the cards.

    Of course Samara would pull that trick when Shepard’s next hand was a mere ace high. She had to hope for merciful cards from the draw. She didn’t get anything. Well, she got a king. So if Samara somehow didn’t manage to get a pair Shepard would have a decent kicker, but that was all. There was hope, though. Samara, like Shepard, drew four cards. It would seem it was up to fate. They laid their cards down, and Samara smiled. She had two pairs. Shepard had nothing.

    “I guess that’s it, then…” Shepard said, lowering her head in defeat. Kelly had already slunk behind her, and her hands began to feel the commander up.

    “Aww, don’t feel bad,” she said as she began to plant kisses in the nape of Shepard’s neck. “You came in second.” Her hands finished groping Shepard’s breasts and moved down her toned waist, finally hooking her thumbs into Shepard’s panties. Samara sat back and watched her defeated opponent’s stripping with a look of satisfaction. Kelly tugged and Shepard's panties began to move slowly down her legs. With a final push, the garment slid to the floor. Kelly ran her hands over the newly exposed flesh, running her fingers through the small tuft of blond hair on Shepard’s pussy, while the other squeezed her firm ass.

    Shepard’s breathing sped up dramatically, and she let out the smallest of moans. Kelly’s kisses trailed up Shepard neck and captured one of her earlobes, biting it gently. Kelly moved the hand from Shepard’s ass and began pinch one of her nipples. The other hand moved further under her, and began to tease her increasingly dampening entrance. Shepard couldn’t keep her sounds of pleasure low anymore, and let out a sultry moan.

    Through her incredibly distracted state she could hear Tali moaning on the floor somewhere nearby, with the buzzing from her suit being near constant. Jack was groaning and sighing loudly as Miranda’s licking seemed to be doing its job. Miranda’s cries of pleasure, though muffled, could still be heard. Kasumi was whimpering too, as she seemed to be enjoying the events around her and was celebrating with some stimulation of her own.

    Kelly stopped playing with Shepard and took her by the hand, heading towards the large bed at the end of the room. They passed Samara, who continued to sit on the sofa, enjoying the show. Kelly threw Shepard onto the bed and pounced on her. Their lips met, and they began kissing furiously, their tongues intertwining. Kelly’s hands resumed their teasing of Shepard’s nipples and ass, and Shepard, too, began exploring Kelly’s body in earnest, kneading her breasts.

    Shepard broke from the kiss and let her lips travel down Kelly’s body. The redhead gasped as Shepard began to suck on one of the Kelly’s nipples, letting her tongue lash over it. Kelly grabbed Shepard’s face and brought it to hers once more. As the two kissed her their hands traveled down to each others pussies. Their moans were muffled as they inserted their fingers into each other, quickly upping the pace. After it felt like neither could take any more they removed their hands and changed position, locking their legs. They scissored against each other, their shrieks of pleasure joining that of the most of the other occupants of the room. Finally, they both shuddered in orgasm, spasming against one another.

    Kelly shifted positions and laid down on top of her Commander, tucking her head into the crook of Shepard’s arm. Shepard let the arm drape around Kelly, and felt herself growing drowsy. The sound in the room seemed to have lessened, mostly, apart from some contented sighs. Shepard let her eyes close, and drifted off into a comfortable sleep.

 

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    Shepard awoke the following morning, and only the sounds of the ship could be heard. Kelly was still fast asleep on her makeshift pillow, namely Shepard, herself. Trying not to move much, the Commander tilted her head up to look around the room. Miranda was curled up on the floor, near the luminescent fish tank. Jack was holding her possessively. That would likely be an awkward morning conversation, Shepard mused. Tali was on the floor, also apparently asleep, though the projections of EDI and the naked Tali seemed to be gone. Kasumi had taken the couch, and seemed to be snoozing away. Samara was gone, and she had taken her clothes with her.

    In fact, everyone’s clothes seemed to be missing. Shepard smiled. Samara could be quite devious when she wanted to be. Lucky for Shepard this was her room…and lucky for Tali, Shepard supposed, because she was still clothed…and EDI…because she was a computer. Shepard smiled and laid back down. That would certainly be an eventful set of circumstances. She wasn’t ready to wake up just yet, though. Galactic crises could wait a little longer.

    She’d have to remember to thank Kelly when she woke up. The Gal’s Night turned out to be a huge success, after all.