Wesley’s expression fell blank, then twisted into a frown. He said nothing else and gave me his phone. * I sent her a bland text – ‘Vi, it’s D...vid.’ … And had no idea what to do with myself while I waited for a reply. Was she even awake? I sat on my bed, staring into nothingness until my phone vibrated with her one-word answer. ‘Hi.’ No time for bullshit. ‘What happened last night?’ There was a long pause before her response came. ‘I gave you what you wanted.’ I stared at the screen. For fuck. It was a harsh duty, to be sure, but one they were willing to bear for the future of the Federation.Marta had eventually got five of them under her sway, convinced them that a small sign of protest would help others understand the plight of the downtrodden. Nothing big, just a harmless prank really. Turning off the security system at the Ventok Labs, and then smuggling in a fake bomb that read “There is no future that is not built on the backs and the blood of the common people. Those who claim. It has its practical benefits though." Like what?"Molly put on a shit-eating grin. "Best handjob in Iowa." She pumped her fist suggestively."You sure about that?" Hey, have you ever gotten a better handjob here?" Maybe you should have a tournament or something. State Handjob Championships." I would dominate that, baby." Well, I don't really have any proof of that, do I?" I hadn't intended to flirt with her, just get drunk together, but here we were.She raised an eyebrow. "What, you want to give. There was no need for false modesty. Like the wolf whistles, suggestive comments, outright propositions, caresses and pinches, and dollar bills stuffed into her thong, the mirror also made no secret of her beauty. Daphne Dee Light was a truly gorgeous woman.Her break over, Daphne resumed her place on the stage. A rock song blared and she went through the routine motions, stretching and twisting and writhing to make her breasts jiggle, her ass twitch and tremble, her tummy roll, and her calves.