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I was walking through the station promenade, along a more narrow section, trapped behind two very slow moving Caldari teenagers. They were of average height and build, and I couldn’t help but wonder if they were so slow moving due to their pants being secured below their asses. What the hell kind of non-functional style trend was that? Ridiculous.

I listened to them mutter and talk trash, and realized they would last less than two seconds in any of my military programs. Finally, the walkway widened, so I quickly made my way by them.

That is when the one I was passing turned and spit, his expunge landing on the side of my face.

“Oh shit! Dude, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you! Shit man!” he apologized profusely as his friend giggled hysterically. I could feel the slimey weight of the loogie sliding down my face.

I looked at his terrified face through my shades.

“Wipe it off.” I said, thinly veiled hostility in my voice.

“What? Are you serious? What? Hell no.” He replied, his friend nearly losing it in laughter.

“Did I stutter? Wipe. It. Off. Now.”

I turned my full width to face him, my muscles rippling through my shirt, veins bulging in my neck, my face flushing with anger as I blocked his path.

To his credit, he only hesitated for a moment before reaching out with the palm of his hand and wiping the mess off of my face. He looked as though he was going to puke from doing so.

I smiled and thanked him, continuing on my way as his friend doubled over in a renewed fit of laughter.

It was shortly after that when a young Gallente woman beckoned at me from her shop. Out of sheer curiousity, and the fact that she was undeniably hot, I made my way over to her.

She was tall, thin, but stacked, with gorgeous blue eyes and a very welcoming smile. She was asking me about my hands, what I did for a living, and what I used to clean myself.

Before I could make up a lie so as to not reveal myself as a capsuleer, she had taken my meaty hands in her small delicate ones, and commented on how strong and rough they were. Her touch sent tingles up and down my spine, and I quickly noted it had been three days since I had last bed a woman. Three days! Dear God how I had not noticed it had been so long!

She bathed my hands in some rare Amarr sea salt, which should’ve repulsed me, but I was completely captivated by her. I smiled dumbly, like a prime male in heat, nodding my head when she spoke, but staring at her intently, wanting her.

As she went to ring in my sale of whatever the hell it was I just bought, I commented to her coworker that a little flirtation goes a long way for sales apparently.

I expected the comment to fall flat.

Instead, this beautiful brunette turned to me, her smoldering, dark eyes piercing my heart (among other things), and she moved closer to me, a warm smile on her face. I’m a man that doesn’t have a lot of personal space, but she was so close to me I could feel the warmth coming off of her body. She was a little heavier, but still very curvaceous, clearly Matari, though I couldn’t tell from where. When she spoke, her accent was melodious and mesmerizing, but still I couldn’t place her clan.

“So what you’re saying is if I were to be closer to my male customers, they might be inclined to buy more from me.”

She looked me up and down, and ran her hand gently up my thigh, sending fire through my body.

Once again I was left nodding dumbly.

“I’ll take three of whatever the hell it is you’re selling.” I said foolishly, eliciting laughter from both of them.

I smiled back with my most charming smile.

The next morning I made them breakfast while they showered, thanked them both for an incredibly satisfying night, then showed them to the door.

Amarr sea salt scrub, I thought, shaking my head. Well, might as well try it out now that I’m good and dirty.