Quarian Directives

 

Her name was Victoriana, and she was amazing.



Markan Lannitus stared up from his barstool as the nimble asari strutted around the platform, every movement a thing of beauty. His mandibles twitched as he imagined her eyes met his for a brief second, but most likely it was in his imagination.



Every night now for the past few weeks, after closing up his supply shop, he'd stop by the lower levels of Afterlife. If anybody would have asked, he was just getting a drink to unwind, but the truth was that he was here to see her.



Not that anybody would have asked. Because the last person who gave a damn about the pathetic turian drowning his sorrows in this sleazy place had left the station a month ago.



"I'm sick of watching you just sleepwalk through life," she had said to him, while throwing her things into a suitcase. "Day after day, you just go to your shop, and then come home. The same thing every day, no changes, no spontaneity. There's a whole galaxy out there, Mark, and I'm not going to spend any more of my time watching you sit back and let it pass you by."



It was only after she had walked out of the door and out of his life that he had realized how badly he'd screwed up. She had wanted him to fight for her. To stop her, to show some spine for once in his life. But just like with the rest of his life, he'd just let her go.



"She's right," he had resolved himself. "Starting today, I'm going to seize life by the fringe. No more meek and passive Markan, no way. Today, my life turns around!"



And that's what he'd said every day for the past two weeks, before heading to his shop, making a few sales, and heading to Afterlife to drink and gawk at the amazing Victoriana.



It wasn't even that she was the most attractive dancer Aria had. Sure, she was gorgeous, but somewhat less buxom than the rest of the asari that Afterlife showcased. But it was just the way she moved when she was up there. So confident, so self-assured, so...



"So unlike you," Markan thought, as he took another swig of his drink. He let out a low sigh, too soft to be heard over the throbbing music in the room, as Victoriana made her way to the back of the stage, her shift over.



Markan was reaching for his credit chit to settle his tab, when he heard a small commotion off to his left. He glanced over to see a human woman scaling the sides of the stage and hoisting herself up to the dancers' platform.



Most patrons of Afterlife were so jaded by the presence of the asari dancers that they barely even paid attention to what was going on above their heads. But the unusual nature of the human's entrance caught the eye of most everybody in the room, and then held it when they actually got a look at her.



"Whoa," Markan exclaimed as he stared up at the woman. When he had first started dating Leslie, he had been amazed that a human woman so lovely would want to spend her time with a turian. Every time he saw her, he thought to himself that she had to be the most beautiful human that ever lived.



This one blew her completely out of the water. Flowing dark hair, beautiful smile, and a body that any human woman would kill to have.



A body that Markan was getting a good look at, considering the human was barely wearing any clothing as she lewdly gyrated for the crowd of now-cheering patrons. Just a black leather zip-up top, a matching miniskirt covering thong panties, and a pair of knee-length boots were all that she wore, and if the way she was moving her body was any indication, those clothes wouldn't be in place for long.



Markan glanced over at some of Aria's security, who looked perturbed but weren't taking any action as of yet. A loud catcall from the crowd drew his attention back to the stage, where the human was slowly drawing down the zipper of her top, taking her time with every last inch until the suspense was almost too much to handle.



Finally, her breasts sprang free, and the crowd cheered as she rubbed and stroked them, making her way around the stage to make sure everyone got a good look. No sooner was her top discarded than she reached down to unfasten her skirt.

"Shit," Markan thought to himself. Aria's dancers normally didn't go this far out on the floor; it usually took serious credits to get one of them to invite you back to the ryncol room to put on a show like this. (Markan sometimes thought about saving up the money to get some private time with Victoriana, but the cost would have forced him to quadruple his sales for a month in order to keep eating).



The skirt was now off, and the human woman let it dangle on the end of her boot for a second before kicking it out to the crowd. Now only wearing a pair of thong panties that left almost nothing to the imagination, she turned her back and ran her hands through her hair while shaking her well-toned ass back and forth.



"An Eclipse tattoo?" Markan thought to himself. "Funny, she doesn't look like a merc."



Hooking her thumb into the side of her panties, the woman shouted as loud as she could to be heard over the music. "You all want to see everything?"



"YEAH!" came the resounding response of the audience.



Smirking, the human turned and walked to the side of the stage, the crowd yelling out their frustration as she made her way down to the floor.



Moving to stand near the door to the nearby private room, she cocked a hip and shouted again at the crowd. "Well, if you want to see it, I'll be down in this room for the rest of the night. And I'm not leaving until every last alien in this bar has spilled their cum all over me!"



While her voice didn't carry across the entire bar, it reached enough of the patrons that a rush immediately started towards the back room. Markan had to lean forward to keep from being knocked off his barstool, as everyone in the bar shoved their way past him toward the door.



Through the crowd, Markan saw one of the patrons, a human male in a filthy jacket, reach out to lay a hand on the eager woman. The reaction was almost immediate, as the woman bared her teeth and grabbed the man's wrist to yank his arm away. "Fuck off, human!" she spat at him, her voice filled with disdain for her own race. The rest of the crowd quickly shoved the man away as the turians, batarians, krogans, and even a few of the asari tried to be the first to reach the door.



Soon, Markan was alone at the bar except for several dismayed looking humans and disinterested salarians. Sure, part of him considered getting in line and taking his turn at the human, but A) it wouldn't be appropriate to take advantage of a woman in an obviously inebriated state and B) the line was too long by this point, and the woman would have been used by at least twenty other men before he got his turn.



"Oh, fuck, yes," he could hear the woman moan, as the first of the aliens had obviously reached her. "Fuck my filthy human body, fucking drown me in your hot cum!"



"Markan, this is what you've been waiting for," said a quiet little voice in his head. "A chance to be confident for once. The woman's obviously drunk or on some sort of drugs, and right now she's doing things she's probably going to regret. Get your ass in there and pull her out! She'll be so grateful."



He was slow to react to this call to action, though. "Let me finish my drink," he protested to this voice.



"No! Get in there now! If you wait too long, half the bar will have had their way with her, and she won't be nearly as grateful."



Just at that moment, he heard the loud growl of a krogan from the private room, no doubt spraying his seed all across the lustful human woman. Clenching his fist, he finally resolved himself. He pushed away from the bar and moved toward the large crowd of people outside the door to the room.



"Umm... excuse me..." he muttered to a krogan at the end of the line. When he received no response, he raised his voice. "Excuse me, I need to get through."



"Wait your turn, turian," the krogan muttered without turning around.



Markan rubbed his forehead, trying to figure out a way to get through the crowd. From his spot at the back of the line, he could hear the human urging her current partners to "fuck me harder! I'm here to be your human fuck toy! That's all I'm good for!"



Clearing his throat, Markan tried his best to harden his voice. "Hey, I work for Aria. Clear the way, I need to stop this right now."

The krogan laughed. "No, you don't. They do," the krogan pointed several spots ahead in the line to the two guards who'd been watching the human's striptease before, eagerly waiting for their turns.



With no real other option, Markan decided to wait until the line had thinned out a bit before making his heroic rescue. Hopefully the woman was so out of it that she wouldn't remember the depravity she had engaged in before he came to her aid.



The line slowly moved forward. Perversely, Markan remembered the theme park his parents had taken him to when he was eight, although the rides that had been at the end of those lines had involved a bit less bodily fluids. As the crowd ahead of him began to thin, Markan was able to get glimpses of what was happening through the open doors. At the moment, the human woman was riding on top of a batarian, with a turian cock in each hand and her tongue lavishing a bulging krogan quad. Her body had already been decorated with the cum of several species, and she squealed in delight as the two turians shot off across her tits within seconds of each other. No sooner had they finished than they were replaced by two new cocks.



"So good," the human pulled away from lapping at krogan scrotum to moan. "More, give me more alien cocks."



The crowd was eager to oblige her. After several more partners had spent themselves inside her or across her body, then moved aside for the next person in line, Markan was finally getting close to the front. Currently, the human was lapping between an asari's legs while a batarian rammed into her from behind. Markan saw a break in the crowd, and was finally close enough to push through the few people in front of him and reach her.



"Miss, you need to get out of here," he exclaimed to the woman, bending down to grab onto her wrist.



As the asari cried out and leaked her juices across the woman's face, the cum-soaked human looked up at him and grinned. "Oooh, you're a cute one! Bring that thick turian cock of yours over here and I'll make you feel so good."



"Miss, I'm not going to..." Wait. Him, cute? He shook his head; like he'd said before, she wasn't in her right mind. Taking the woman by the arm, he tried to pull her away from the batarian currently buried deep inside her. "Let me get you somewhere where you can..."



A strong hand clapped over his shoulder, "Hey, asshole! Don't fuck this up!" said an angry-looking turian. The few still remaining in the line behind Markan loudly agreed, and he felt himself being shoved back through the line out of the room.



Struggling against the throng of horny people, Markan looked back just in time to see that several vorcha had managed to sneak into Afterlife from the back alley. As the human cooed in approval, they pulled out their filthy cocks and got into position, ready to fill every one of the human's now well-used openings.



Sighing, Markan walked away from the crowd. He spotted one of Aria's security team, fresh from his turn at the human, adjusting his fly before pressing a finger to his ear. No doubt he was contacting Aria about the situation going on down there.



Well, at least they would be able to break this up, Markan thought glumly to himself. Or at the very least, make a better attempt than he managed.



Being a nice guy on Omega sucked.