I Still Know (3/?)
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July 15 2015, 00:48:24 UTC
Miranda didn’t move as the stream finally tapered off, giving Jack plenty of opportunity to take a nice shot of her standing in the middle of her own puddle. At last she stopped the video, wearing a positively shit-eating grin.
“Nice show, princess. Think Shepard would like to see it?”
“What?!” Miranda’s head snapped up like she’d been jerked out of a stupor, her eyes wide as she watched Jack composing a new message on her omni.
“Aw, don’t worry. I can send it to everyone on board.” Jack’s fingers played over the keys expertly. “That way no one has to miss out.”
“You’re bluffing,” the XO shot back.
“I am?” With a flick of the wrist, the incriminating video began to play inches from its starring role’s face. Jack only let her watch a few seconds, enough to get a clear idea, before shutting it off and shrugging. “Guess you won’t mind if I go ahead and send it, then. Think I can find the address for that pretentious asshole you report to? I’m sure he’d - “
“Absolutely not!” The answer was accompanied by a sharp tap, almost a slap, on the convict’s forearm to stop her. “You’ve had your fun. Just delete that vid. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” Jack sneered. “You’re gonna have to make a stronger argument than that, Cheerleader Pissy-Pants.”
The name made Miranda all but cringe, squirming as though she’d just remembered exactly how soaked her clothes were. It was very damning evidence all on its own - the huge wet patch around her ass, the rivers down her thighs, not to mention the stain at the apex of her legs, there was only one clear explanation for all of it. Each of them knew it, and knew the other knew it.
“Fine,” the executive officer snapped, her face now several shades redder than it had been a moment ago. “Name your price. But after that, I expect every trace of that file to be gone - along with any others you might have made. Is that clear?”
Jack didn’t answer right away. She was too busy considering what to demand. It had to be a suitable trade-off, one that made sure Miranda learned her lesson about what happened when you argued with Subject Zero. Something more intense than an awkward walk back to her office and a little extra laundry. What would be a fitting lesson?
“Did you hear me?” There was a distinct note of impatience in her voice now, either from the worry of what her answer would be or the discomfort of remaining in her soiled clothes. “I said, is it clear?”
“You could eat me.”
“What?”
One hand pulled down her own fly before she undid the button at her waistband. “You asked for my price, princess. This is it.” She paused, leaving her pants open, and pretended to think about it. “But hey, if that’s too much, I don’t mind. Let me just get that file again and…”
“Ugh!” Miranda rubbed a hand over her face. “We can discuss it once I’ve cleaned up a bit.” She was about to go on, but the convict cut her off.
“Really? You sure you want to leave me alone with that?” Jack grinned lazily, leaning back against the wall. “You walk out that door, you might find it in ten different inboxes by the time you’re back. Now or never.”
For all the distaste in Lawson’s face, her eyes were fixed on the panties clearly visible underneath Jack’s open fly. A deep breath and a sigh were her answer.
“Nice show, princess. Think Shepard would like to see it?”
“What?!” Miranda’s head snapped up like she’d been jerked out of a stupor, her eyes wide as she watched Jack composing a new message on her omni.
“Aw, don’t worry. I can send it to everyone on board.” Jack’s fingers played over the keys expertly. “That way no one has to miss out.”
“You’re bluffing,” the XO shot back.
“I am?” With a flick of the wrist, the incriminating video began to play inches from its starring role’s face. Jack only let her watch a few seconds, enough to get a clear idea, before shutting it off and shrugging. “Guess you won’t mind if I go ahead and send it, then. Think I can find the address for that pretentious asshole you report to? I’m sure he’d - “
“Absolutely not!” The answer was accompanied by a sharp tap, almost a slap, on the convict’s forearm to stop her. “You’ve had your fun. Just delete that vid. I don’t want to hear any more about it.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” Jack sneered. “You’re gonna have to make a stronger argument than that, Cheerleader Pissy-Pants.”
The name made Miranda all but cringe, squirming as though she’d just remembered exactly how soaked her clothes were. It was very damning evidence all on its own - the huge wet patch around her ass, the rivers down her thighs, not to mention the stain at the apex of her legs, there was only one clear explanation for all of it. Each of them knew it, and knew the other knew it.
“Fine,” the executive officer snapped, her face now several shades redder than it had been a moment ago. “Name your price. But after that, I expect every trace of that file to be gone - along with any others you might have made. Is that clear?”
Jack didn’t answer right away. She was too busy considering what to demand. It had to be a suitable trade-off, one that made sure Miranda learned her lesson about what happened when you argued with Subject Zero. Something more intense than an awkward walk back to her office and a little extra laundry. What would be a fitting lesson?
“Did you hear me?” There was a distinct note of impatience in her voice now, either from the worry of what her answer would be or the discomfort of remaining in her soiled clothes. “I said, is it clear?”
“You could eat me.”
“What?”
One hand pulled down her own fly before she undid the button at her waistband. “You asked for my price, princess. This is it.” She paused, leaving her pants open, and pretended to think about it. “But hey, if that’s too much, I don’t mind. Let me just get that file again and…”
“Ugh!” Miranda rubbed a hand over her face. “We can discuss it once I’ve cleaned up a bit.” She was about to go on, but the convict cut her off.
“Really? You sure you want to leave me alone with that?” Jack grinned lazily, leaning back against the wall. “You walk out that door, you might find it in ten different inboxes by the time you’re back. Now or never.”
For all the distaste in Lawson’s face, her eyes were fixed on the panties clearly visible underneath Jack’s open fly. A deep breath and a sigh were her answer.
“All right.”
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