In an instant, a sleek, red knife forms in her hand. “Let anyone who thinks he best me, face me!” she shouts. “Or ... leave now and live.”Thos... of the man’s crew that are still standing, look to each other. None are really sure how serious this woman is or whether she can actually take them all on. Four of the crew eventually put their weapons away and turn, leaving the club. The remaining five step forward.“You can’t take us all on, bitch,” one of the men threatens.“Very well,” she sighs.. Glancing over his shoulder, he turned to see Natasha, hands on hips, standing before him."Hi", she said, "I'm Natasha Miles. Can you pop into my office for a minute?" She asked in a professional tone.He coughed, clearing his throat, his mind instantly turning to the illicit thoughts of her from last night. Here she was, right in front of him, her perfumed aura filling his lungs as he breathed in and her rich, luscious voice melting the remainder of his senses."Ahem. Okay. Yes. That's fine." He. "The FBI eventually noticed and raided us withina few years, remember." Right, which is why I'd suggest the matter needs a lot more studybefore we do anything rash. In the meantime, I'd suggest we allow thepupils we have to work their way through the system with the currentfirst years graduating three years from now when they complete theirfourth year. At that point we shut down the school and relocate itagain. There's a good chance this location may already be compromised,after all, and. It was even an art others said, at keeping the batteries, that’s what the women in the tubes had become, just on the edge of orgasm. Keeping up a steady output of psychic energy, but never allowing them to actually cum until an extra surge of energy was needed by the ship for more speed or weapons.That extra spurt of energy usually drained several of the ships weaker main battery’s cells. Cells, or tubes, which were quickly replaced with fresh new energy cells from the ships reserve stock of.