Mass Effect: Partners
By Parry Yak

The Quarian stood with her arms crossed under her chest and her knee up and foot against the wall in the darkened corridor just beyond Afterlife.  It was a busy night for the club and a slow night for her as many of the drunken patrons seemed too inebriated to really look at what she was offering. The bottom of her foot slid down and her toes uncurled as she stepped a little bit further from the light. This was not going to be her night. It would be fine, though, in the long run. Not many of her species were in her line of work. 
“Excuse me,” A voice called from behind her. The Quarian turned her head far enough to see an Asari approaching, "I have a vessel we could retire to if you don't." 
The Quarian walked back into the light. The bulb made the pink and white patterned headpiece look like just a red band.  She didn’t know too much about Asari but guessed that this one was at in her maiden stage, still quite young by Asari standards. Even in the harsh light she could tell the sink was a darker shade of blue, appearing purple, and she had little black freckles running under her eyes.
“I have quarters here on the station,” the Quarian informed her, “And I prefer to establish payment first.”
“Right, I’m sorry,” the young Asari said, “It’s just that I thought you would prefer a sealed atmosphere with lower traffic. But Payment, right.”
“I defer the cost of my inoculations on to my customers,” she said. She liked to start with that as a means of scaring the cheapskates away. “So we start with a flat 500 credits. That is whether or not anything comes off. The helmet, it stays on. So does my taser, in case anyone attempts to break the rules.”
The Asari was getting nervous. The Quarian liked it this way. Omega was a dangerous place and selling sex was a dangerous business. Staying in control was what kept her safe. It didn’t have to be that way. This started as just a means to send a little bit more money back to the Migrant Fleet. But Yaanu’Het nar Foweet took a liking to the work. Every chance for contact was a new adventure for her. Every experience had unique thrills for her, and being able to charge as much as she did helped secure her people’s future.
“No unnecessary risks. If you want me to strip down to my flesh walk away right now. One, possibly two pieces off at a time.  And it’s another hundred for every part that comes off, except for the crotch and the ass. Those are 250 credits.”
“Money is not an issue for me,” said the Asari, “But the taser is.”
“How strongly do you feel that?”
The Asari’s heart pounded her chest. She looked through the Quarian’s visor and into her eyes, staring her down. Sex was to happen, but the Asari needed it to be on her terms. The thought of violence made her physically ill. But her body was aching with desire, and the prospect of a Quarian lover had already caused her to make a detour to such a disreputable station.  She was not going to have made the trip in vain, but she was not going to compromise her ideals either.
“Another five hundred.”
“Make it six.”
“Six,” the Asari said, “And we will be on my ship. Your weapon in a lockbox.” 
"Transfer the 1100," she said "And I'll ask for the rest afterward. But I think we have a deal."

Two sets of double doors opened on the small vessel. The Asari was waiting at the end of the second set, complete with a lock box as promised. Yaanu’het dropped her weapon in and the Asari locked it with her thumbprint. She looked around while the Asari put the weapon on a high shelf. She wanted it as far out of sight and out of mind as possible.  When she turned around she was the Quarian unsealing her upper sleep from the suit.
“Not here,” The Asari said. The Quarian was a bit confused. This area had a small bed, storage, work space, and everything it needed to be functional. The Quarian was then showed another door. It opened up and revealed another, slightly larger living space. It was completely bare. The door sealed itself behind the Quarian and Asari. 
“I said my ship,” she said, “Is a sealed, sterile environment. Each room is seal completely from one another. It’s difficult for a microbe to get in, or out while the seal is up. This room is yours.” She stopped for a few seconds, worrying that her choice of words might make the Quarian a bit suspicious. “I mean, I set this up with you in mind. After seeing you outside of Afterlife.”
“I like it,” she said, pulling off her sleeve. She held a small device up to her gray skin, injecting herself with a cocktail of antibiotics, “I’d like it more if you would let me keep the weapon.”
“Let’s forget the weapon right now,” the Asari said grabbing the Quarian’s sleeve and pulling it down and off. She couldn’t help but lick her lips at the sight of those two long gray fingers. She stepped backward, unzipping herself and pulling off the white long sleeved shirt. It dropped to the floor and she leaned back on the bed. 
The Quarian gestured to her chest piece. The smiling Asari nodded. It took a few moments but Yaanu’Het was bare –chested. The opening in the suit went all the way down to her navel, which was partially covered by the pant waist.  Her nipples were small black nubs, contrast to the Asari’s which matched the tone of her flesh. They were also quite a good deal bigger than her client’s. The Asari was surprised at just how much the bodysuit was holding back.
“Oh my,” the Asari said, reaching a hand up to feel the breast for herself. Yaanu’Het maintained her composure as appendage ran down the top of the bulb, past the nipple, and all the way down to her waist. In reality, though, her body was aflame. Life confined to her suit left her with certain sensitivities.  A flick of her exposed nipples could bring her to her knees with excitement. This long drag was enough to cause her knees to shake violently. The Asari grabbed the back of her upper leg and rubbed up against her thigh. She learned head up and gave the little black button a lick. 
The Quarian leaned forward, pushing her client back on the bed. She crawled on top of her and pressed their chests together.  She kept one knee on the outside, and one knee right between her partner’s legs. She rubbed it back and forth grazing her vagina through her pants. The Quarian leaned up, pulled her arm piece off, and spun a finger and thumb around the dark blue globe. Her other finger bent over the nipple, alternating between a circular rub and a scratching motion. The thumb slid up the bottom of the breast, joining in the other finger and pinching down hard on the nipple. 
The Asari’s face went from intense pleasure to an expression that matched the little bit of pain shooting through her nipple, and then back when her well-compensated guest started to rub her fingers together as though the nipple wasn't there. This way, Yaanu’Het was able to coax the first audible moan from her partner. 
 The Asari ran her hand down past her waist and made an attempt to remove her pants. The Quarian moved her leg and gave the blue-skinned woman a bit of assistance by pulling down on one side at a time, unwilling to leave the girl’s breasts.  She thrust her body forward every few seconds to swing her large chest over the smaller Asari breasts and flick the nipples together. This was more pleasurable for the Quarian than the Asari, but the Asari was more focused on the gloved finger that was rubbing the length of her smooth wet slit. 
“You know,” the Asari said with a moan, “There was an ulterior motive to me bringing you here.”
“There are flashing signs on Omega more subtle,” Yaanu’Het responded, running finding the entrance to the Asari’s body and pushing a girthy finger in. The Asari jumped, not expecting such a quick bit of penetration. The Quarian found the clit with her thumb and massaged it.
“Ha, I supposed,” she said, relaxing her body onto the finger, “I’d like to propose a partnership.”
Yaanu’Het turned her hand, alleviating some of the pressure inside of her partner. She stayed focused on the clit and pulled to the Asari’s entrance. She didn’t pull out completely but rather pushed gently against the sensitive bits of flesh. The more she caressed, the looser the tight path became. She pushed back in when she no longer felt resistance from her partner’s body.
“What sort of partnership?”
“We are both in the same line of work,” she said, pulling her partner down on top of her. She spun atop the Quarian, taking great care not to take her body off the finger. “And, I think you are worth more than what I’m paying you.” She leaned in and dragged her tongue from up the breast to the nipple. 
“I won’t stop you from paying extra,” the Quarian responded, pushing her finger inside the Asari until she felt resistance. She rubbed her crests on the back of the Asari’s head with her ungloved hand. 
“Well, there are places more reputable than Omega you can go,” she said between huffs and pants, “Where you can attract a better class of customer.”
“What’s in it for you?” Yaanu’Het asked, spinning the length of her digit inside the Asari. She pressed against the sides, which had more and more give with each rounding of her inside. She laid her other digit flat on the Asari’s sensitive button.
She was too busy working the underside of the Quarian’s breast to respond.  She let a little bit of extra saliva role down the tongue, which she then spread around the entire bulb before coming right back up to the nipple, which she gave a quick but powerful suck. She pulled off the tiny button with a snap. She leaned up and pushed herself further down on the finger.
“Well, I like to share,” she said, working her partner’s breasts over with both hands, “Share clients, share costs.”
“Share profits,” Yaanu’Het added.
“I don’t see why that wouldn’t be mutually beneficial.”
“Just one question.”
“Yes?”
“Why hire me for the evening? Why not just propose a partnership?”
“Well,” she said, going back to the nipples and licking from one to the other, “If you say no, I still wanted to make the trip worth it.”  She followed up with a figure eight around both nipples.
Yaanu’Het was sweating up steam under her helmet. She could only make out the vague outline of her partner through her fogged up browser. She grabbed the back of the girl’s head and guided it down to her navel, which she was more than happy to lick the rim of. She ran her bare fingers down the Asari’s back and up her rump. She gave the buttocks a squeeze. She bent the finger that was inside of her partner’s lubricated body and gave it a quick turn.
  The Asari jerked her head up as though her chin was following her eyes as the rolled back in her head. She turned back to her partner with a lusty smile. This was a prelude to the quick nip of the teeth she gave the Quarian’s belly button. The Quarian kicked out her leg. It shook violently. The Asari leaned her body back up and bounced along the finger before pulling off completely.  There was a slight pop the moment finger came out with a bit of ooze running down the bent knuckle. 
“I’m close,” the Asari said, “But if you’re interested in my offer, we can seal the deal by coming together.”
The Quarian stood up and the Asari laid down. It took a little bit of a struggle to put the chest piece back on. The glove, however, was pulled up within a matter of seconds. She ran her hands along her waist, carefully undoing the seal on the back half. Under the seal was a zipper which was undone in a matter of seconds. She peeled it off, showing off a round bottom and wide gray thighs. It revealed everything up to and just past her slit; her vagina was covered by a piece that could be taken off as part of this larger panel or on its own. 
"I accepted your proposition," she said, "Pending the profit-sharing terms, of course."
“Of course,” the Asari said.
Yaanu’Het placed her bottom over her partner’s nose. She gyrated above her face, closed enough to make her small bits of her hair scratch up against her nose. The Asari did not expect the strong smell of sex to suffocate her like it did. She could taste it without even opening her mouth. It even stung her eyes to the point of causing her to tear up. She knew that she had excited her partner, but the dripping cunt before her was that of a woman who had been kept on the brink far too long. The Asari wasn’t nearly as close. She grabbed her partner’s cheeks and took her tongue to her anus instead.
The Quarian sat up and drove the tongue inside of her. The Asari’s chin ran against the juicy Quarian slit. She didn’t need to bend all too much to spread the Asari’s legs. With the legs apart the path was open. One quick push into the wet part and her entire finger was engulfed. She pulled it all the way out, determining it was loose and excited enough to insert both fingers. She swished them back and forth, stirring up the Asari’s excitement. The girl was moaning into Yaanu’Het’s rump. She pulled her ass off the Asari’s face to hear her pleasurable cries without obstruction. 
As she leaned the tongue was dragged to her slit. Quarian biology was new to the Asari, so it took some searching to find the clit. She worked it for a bit but found that running her tongue just under the length of her folds actually excited her more. The taste was not too much different from an Asari or a human, though it was comparatively more base than acidic. She worked it first by moving her tongue but changed to simply dragging her tongue and letting her neck control the motion. She pulled her head off when the pressure between her own legs was too much to ignore.  
"Here I come," she said, trying not once by three times to get another lick into either her partner's behind or vagina. She finally managed to get a lump across the outer lips. The lick was enough to bring the Quarian to her peak. The Asari felt her partner’s release through the quaking of her body.  The Quarian stopped swishing and started thrusting as fast as she could; trying to get her partner off before she was completely spent.
Then she fell over to the side of her partner, unable to continue.  She wasn’t sure if she was able to finish off her partner, but if they would be working together she knew she would have many other opportunities. If she could see through her headpiece she would see a satisfied Asari next to her recovering from an intense orgasm.
“I’m Silara,” she said, catching her breath and offering a hand.
“Yaanu’Het nar Foweet,” the Quarian responding, grabbing her hand with her wet-fingered glove.
“So, then, were partner’s now.”
“Partners,” Yaanu’Het said, “Yes. But I have one more condition.”
“Name it.”
“Give me my weapon back.”