Asari Rhythm

From afar, Illium was a beautiful planet. On the surface, it was a beautiful metropolis that thrived on commerce. But beneath the stainless steel and polished marble lay a dark underbelly of crime and pleasure. It was the kind of place that you could find whatever you wanted to find, if you were willing to pay. What Commander Shepard was looking for was information. There was a shipment of illegal weapons coming through town and he wanted to take it down. He was helping a local detective who had gotten in over his head and Shepard’s payment was going to be any of the 'evidence' he wanted to take home.

His informant was supposed to meet him in a small club in one of the worst areas on Illium. Shepard decided to scope the place out before hand, to make sure he wasn't walking in to an ambush. He didn't let his hand travel far from his side arm as he walked down the steamy concrete streets leading to the club. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke and wet sewage filled his nose as he passed prostitutes and drug dealers who offered him their trade. He had grown up on a street like this back on Earth, fighting and stealing his way through life just to survive. It was like that until he joined The Alliance, where he was paid to fight and steal for them. Working for Cerberus was no different. He and his crew were going up against some of the worst threats to the universe and the only way he could properly arm himself was to fight and steal for them.

Techno drums beckoned him in to the club’s inner sanctums, drawing him toward the many dancers selling glimpses of their bodies for tips. Most of the dancers were young Asari girls whose only options in life were to become mercenaries or prostitutes. The young blue skinned beauties shook their bodies in tune with the music, showing more skin than was allowed in legitimate strip clubs.

Once Shepard was sure the club was safe he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. The liquor burned his throat and made his eyes feel heavy, but he was used to the effects of alcohol. The music pumping through the club made his heart race, his body getting in sync with the rhythm. The booze, the atmosphere, the music, all worked in perfect harmony, letting his mind drift cloud over in haze of pleasure.

He felt the seductive brush of a finger in his shoulder and he turned to see an Asari dancer whose eyes burned like liquid fire. She wasn't dressed like the other girls in the club, her outfit looked more like that of a seasoned warrior, skin tight leather that covered most of her body. Instead of the normal makeup and flair, this woman had on tribal face paint that would have stricken fear in any normal man. But Shepherd wasn't a normal man and the dancer seemed to know that. She pulled her finger towards her, her eyes telling him to follow her. Shepard scanned the club once more and when he was sure his informant hadn't arrived, he got up from the bar and followed her to a table in the corner.

Her skin danced with oil and sweat, reflecting the lights and smoke in the air. Her body was slender and tone, her breasts pressed tightly against her suit. There was something dark and exciting in her eyes, something he could only describe as power. Her eyes were commanding, and right now, they told him not to take his eyes off of her. She crawled up on the table like a mountain lion, graceful and elegant, and began to dance.

He downed another drink, watching her shapely hips sway behind her. He watched as she danced around on her knees, showing him what her body could do. Her body flowed like water, her muscles taut and flexing to the music. Her eyes stared in to him, making him forget everyone else in the building. To him, they were the only two people on that planet. It wasn't like him to get so distracted, but there was something hypnotic about her eyes.

As the last song ended and a new one began, the dancer changed up her routine. Her hands started gliding over her body, hovering just about the surface. She thrust her chest in his face, her breasts covered by the thick fabric. She brought her hands up to her breasts, tracing circles around them with her fingers. She placed her hands on the sides of them, giving them a little squeeze with her palms. He could see the soft mounds squishing underneath the skin tight fabric and he would have given anything to feel them from himself.

With her fingers, she traced a line down her stomach, from between her breasts down to her crotch. Commander Shepard could just imagine his tongue running that same path, tasting the sweat and the sweetness of her skin through the fabric. She brought her fingers down above her crotch, hovering just millimeters away from her sex. In full view, she pointed her two inner fingers towards her and started to buck her hips against them, simulating the act of touching herself. Shepard could imagine those leather clad fingers slipping between the blue and pink folds of her hot wet pussy. He felt his own crotch burning with desire, his cock throbbing tightly against his pants. He brought up his omni-tool and gave the dancer a very generous amount of credits, not worrying at all what Cerberus might think of his expenses.

"Oh? What do we have here?" The dancer asked with a dangerous grin on her face. "What's your name, Mr. Big Spender?"

"Commander Shepard, of the SSV Normandy." He answered like a big shot.

"Commander?" The dancer raised her eye brows in excitement. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "I love a man with power."

"Did I mention I was the first human specter?" He whispered back.

The dancer let out a little growl of primal excitement. She brushed her lips across his ears as she pulled away and turned her back to him. Her turned her head over her shoulder and smiled at him, giving him a little wink. She glanced down at her butt, giving it a little wiggle and her simile grew to in to a devilish smirk. She bent over on her knees, arching her back so her butt was up in the air. She rocked her hips back, dangling her ass so close to Shepard that the urge to touch her was unbearable. Her suit hugged her so tightly that every delicate detail was in full view of Shepard greedy eyes. She moved her hips to the rhythm of the music, controlling his eyes as she went.

"So what kind of ship is the Normandy, Commander?" The dancer asked, letting her knees gradually spread apart as she danced.

Shepard was desperate for anything to say to make her spread them further. "It's the fastest ship in the Alliance."

She spun around, eyes fixed on his. "More, tell me more."

"It's equipped with twin Thanix Magnetic-Hydrodynamic Cannons which are capable of piercing the kinetic barriers of any ship in the galaxy." He breathed.

The look she gave him dripped with sex. She brought her hand up to her chest, groping herself in front of him, the dancing act long forgotten. "More." She moaned.

And as if his words were written in red, Shepard gave her a grin and said, "And it has a king sized, temperature controlled, polymer bed in the captain quarters."

She stared at him, wondering if she had heard him correctly. As the answer churned in her mind, a lustful smile broke across her lips. She leaned in by his ear again and whispered, "Show me."

Fuck the informant, Shepard thought as they headed for the door.

"Hey Amelie. Where do you think you're going?" An angry voice called after them.

"Home for the night." She replied softly, hiding the biotic glow on her finger tips.

"With him?!" The owner spat, jabbing his finger in Shepard’s direction.

"Yeah, is that a problem?" She asked, slowly losing her patients.

"This isn't a whore house!" He shouted.

"And I'm not a whore." She answered, pulling Shepard out of the club behind her.

To be continued


Author’s notes

I ended the chapter here because the next chapter has a very different tone to it. Oh and, Amelie isn’t a prostitute, so don’t expect anything like that. I’ve got really ambitious plans for this story, but I want to know if there’s any interest in it before I get too involved. I’m busy on a Harry/Hermione story right now and that really should be my main focus, but I can’t get this story out of my head.

So let me know what you think and what you want to see. I’m planning on focusing on Amelie’s fascination with power and danger leading her to Shepard, that she’s a warrior at heart, but didn’t want the disgrace of being a merc. I want to make this a story about lust between comrades, not love between people. Oh, and I couldn't think of a good Asari name so I just used the name of my favorite model.