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[b][u][center]Omega Blows

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Saerow Azen stepped down from his pole, still wearing little more than some hyper-stretched spandex around his crotch. Several clients gave him a smack on the ass as he walked out, but the Salarian barely felt it. The suit was good for that.

He walked down to the Afterlife locker rooms, passing by a couple of Asari that didn’t even bother looking his way, as well as a couple of Turians that were just coming on-shift. He waved at them, and made his way to his locker. A touch of his hand to it, and it opened easily enough.

“Hmmm, hmm, hmmm. Another good day. Just a few more months of this, and I’ll be able to move up in the world.”

He chuckled to himself, almost giggling as he took the various credits out of his thong. It wasn’t much compared to some of the Asari dancers, but it was a lot better than most of the other dancers. It went right into his wallet, which in turn went right into an inside pocket of his pants. Couldn’t be too careful in Omega.

Slipping into a tight pair of pants and a shirt that showed him off almost as well as the pole-dancing lights, Saerow walked back out of the locker room and made his way out of the club. He got a few looks here and there - as well as a grope to his gluteal plates - but nothing that extreme.

Halfway down the front steps, he saw something that no stripper wanted to see. Heavy blue armor and unslung rifles.

[i]Blue Suns. Hmm. Not good. Not good. Aria enforcers? No, probably not. Clients? No, too armored, too armed. Looking for something? Not me, I hope.[/i]

They shouldn’t be, as he hadn’t done anything, but he felt like a large-eyed deer in the headlights - a human expression he’d picked up - as they walked over to him. The four-eyed Batarian got to him first, followed by a human of slightly smaller height. It took him almost a second to pull himself together. By Salarian standards, that was unacceptable. Particularly for a Salarian stripper.

“Can I help you?”

The Batarian gestured to the human, who immediately went red. The facts clicked together almost as hard as his gluteal plates did at the realization of what they wanted.

[i]Customers![/i]

“Uh, we, uh, were really enjoying your dancing. It’s so different seeing a Salarian sway around on the stage, compared to an, um, Asari, or -”

“Can you get on with it? I thought we were here for something better than this.”

“I’m getting to that! I mean…”

Saerow chuckled, folding his arms over his chest as the human continued to fumble around for words.

“Um, look, my friend and I...we’ve been thinking. We could use some time to...to, uh, get off some steam. Do you, uh, happen to do...do more than dancing, for money?”

“I do, yes, for the right clients. Of course, only for the right clients. What kind of things?”

“Uh, I...I…”

[i]It’s so cute when they get flustered,[/i] he thought, shaking his head as he looked to the Batarian. There was always someone that actually knew what he was doing on these little excursions. One shy person, one experienced one, sometimes someone that disapproved but was on for moral support - they were the fun ones, yes.

And he was right.

“How much’ll it cost for two dicks in your mouth?”

“Only about 200 credits.”

It was a little bit on the low side, but he wasn’t one of the Asari strippers that could pull off a 500 credit blowjob. There’d been enough people offering them more than that, too; better to stick with the market that he could get.

A little haggling later - and a price of 150 credits decided - he was sandwiched between the two mercenaries and led off into the shadows. For once, he didn’t feel worried about walking down the alleys of Omega; considering he was something of an investment, he was pretty darn sure that the mercenaries would take good care of him.

Then they got lost, and had to turn around. Saerow sighed; it was a good thing that some of the other dancers owed him some favors.

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The private room was not quite as private as the really high-end ones, but he wasn’t about to step on Aria’s toes and put on a show there. If he was caught…

Well, all those good days weren’t going to matter much anymore, and he didn’t think he had earned enough to buy her off.

With the human and Batarian waiting by the stripper pole, he slipped back into his work clothes. The spandex stretched over the various plates around his hips and rear, and cupped his front rather nicely. He stroked over his bulge a few times - a little gene therapy had given him a slightly more appealing external set of genitals - just to make it throb a bit more, and then gave himself a final look over.

[i]Hmm, a bit of oil would be good, but no time. Better make it good with the lights.[/i]

And that was just what he did. As he stepped back into the room, he brushed his finger over the light panels. He’d long-since memorized the way that they worked, and it was simple to get the lights to sparkle above him, sending waves of blue and green lights off of his body. There was just enough sweat on him to work [i]like[/i] oil, making him shine for the two mercs.

They’d already taken off their outer layers of armor, and he could see their hands were busy down below, groping themselves as he sauntered over. As he approached the stripper pole, he turned his head, the horn tips brushing the pole and helping guide him around it, leaving him swaying his hips as he walked around.

“Fucking hell…”

[i]Batarians, so vulgar. Always interested in putdowns, humiliation. Very good at it, too.[/i] He hide a smile as he swung one leg up, pulling himself in close so that the pole ground against his bulge. He saw their eyes drop down, and he chuckled.

“Should I lose it, boys?”

“Y-yes...please…”

“Get that fucking thing off!”

It wasn’t that hard to do. He’d done that sort of dance a hundred times in the last few weeks, and this was no different. Kicking his leg back, he was able to catch the back of his thong with his toes, and he pulled. It was enough to start dragging it down his legs, and he simply walked out of it as he sashayed around the pole again.

Feeling playful, he tossed the thong over to the human. It fluttered through the air -

“I ain’t waiting for much more of this.”

The Batarian was getting up, the rest of his armor gone, as well as his top. The mercenary was behind him in a surprisingly short time, pressing him forward against the pole. Before he could say anything, the human got up, probably taking some sort of confidence from his friend.

Being sandwiched between two soldiers was something new for the Salarian, but he rather liked it. Particularly considering they were more of the fleshy sort. No little hooks or plates for him to get caught on, nothing for him to get poked by.

Or, so he thought.

He suddenly felt a thick finger working up his ass from behind, and looked over his shoulder. His smile was slightly forced, but he kept his voice pretty even.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time, but you should know you’re paying for oral. If you want to stick [i]anything[/i] up there -” He made sure to stress that, as one always had to be specific with mercenaries. “- then I am sure that you have the credits to back it up...more than double what you are currently paying.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“No, I’m not. Those are the rules. If you want more, you pay more.”

“Fucking -”

“L-let’s go by his rules. No need to make Aria mad at us, right?”

“...Good point.”

“Alright, boys. Shall I move on to the main event?”

“Please!”

The human’s enthusiasm was more than enough to balance out the Batarian’s general annoyance, and the Salarian smiled as he went to his knees. Both of the mercenaries already had prodigious bulges, so it was easy to fish them out. As soon as they were in sight, he went to town on them.

“Mmmm, yes….”

He licked over the human’s first. It had a soft smell, a nice little musk to it that came from being cramped up all day. He was more than slightly familiar with it, though he was surprised to see the human had no flesh over the tip. That had seemed to be the norm, before now.

Turning his head to look at the Batarian’s cock, he saw that it was knobbly and ridged, following the same pattern that seemed to dominate the rest of the alien’s body. Gnarled and thick, it filled his hand and then some.

[i]Good thing that they’re too cheap to pay for anal. This would be too much, too quick.[/i] He stroked them both quickly, feeling their cocks throb in his hand as he debated which one to suck first.

Finally deciding on the Batarian for self-preservation reasons, he slid his lips past the head all the way down to the midpoint. It was sloppier than the human’s cock, covered in more sweat, but at the same time, it seemed to be squishier under his tongue. Those gnarled ridges were likely some sort of inflation sacs, storing blood like human shafts, except towards the outside rather than towards the inside.

[i]Most intriguing,[/i] he thought as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking it down his throat as the Batarian groaned above him. The mercs groaned and panted above him, both of them getting into it. The human was even dripping over his hand.

He switched off, sucking the human down his throat quickly, groaning under his breath as he worked the two males over. They were both enjoying themselves massively, getting into the whole session. When he wasn’t sucking them, they humped his hand, and when he was...well, they were happy enough to try and jam their cocks down his throat.

He let them after a bit of a ‘fight,’ leting them fuck his throat as hard as they liked. It was something he was used to, and he knew that they wouldn’t last much longer as a result.

In and out, in and out.

It didn’t take long for them to cum, and the human even less time than the Batarian. The first strings of white painted his face as he turned away, letting the human sit down when he was done, and gave his full attention to the Batarian.

It only took another few seconds after that.

The mercs groaned, slowly getting back in their armor as he counted out their credits. They walked out with a few muttered words, and he waved absentmindedly at them as he reached around for a cleaning cloth. As he dabbed his face clean - including one shot that had gone nearly into his eye - he blinked.

“Hey...They were ten credits short!”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]