How much attention you draw to yourself is up to you, but you will not clean yourself. You will walk out and you will stand out there until we call yo... back in.”Scarlette walked out onto the balcony, hanging her head low. She knew that no one would probably even notice her, and that even if they did, they wouldn’t see the details; but that didn’t help how she felt. A breeze rolled by and she felt the chastity and the butt plug under her dress, the still warm and wet cum on her face. She felt. "Yeah, I thought that would be the line." Shrugged. "Actually, I'd have been disappointed if it hadn't been. I'd hate to think of you as just another bullshit merchant, talking the talk right up to the point that serious money enters the equation."She paused and I began to interject - something self effacing, lovably modest, you know the score - but she went on, resignedly. "I've been working with you for a week now and in that time you haven't patted my bum, stared at my tits or even developed. But how could she run away with the Nihurdea? That couldn't work, either. The ship's sensors would be able to pick her out on the planet, no matter where she was. She packed up her camp, her mind working away at the problem. Then her communicator cracked, and she thumbed the button. "Captain Moreson, Botanist Parsons here, I am packed up and ready to go." "Parsons, I am wondering if you would like to stay longer, the Gorson plant has been analyzed by our lab team, and it has shown. John announced an imminent break and we took our instruments off and stepped down into the crowd. I needed a piss break bad as I averaged two weak bourbon-and-Cokes a set. So I headed out the door when Pamela sidled up to me. ”Going somewhere, fella?” Again, that mischevious grin that told me she was still pretty high on alcohol.“Yes, Ma'am! If I don’t pee soon I’ll explode, would not want that to happen!” I said moving quickly to the men's room.“Mind if I wait for you out here? I don’t want to.