Set in the past of "Crucible". First meeting of Sarah and Crassus on Omega.
The Human Dancer
"Don't fucking start this shit again, Orix!"
Vitius Crassus growled at the krogan who saddled up beside him at the bar. His own bar sure but Crassus still didn't want to hear it.
"One stinkin' night! You won't even have to pay! I'll cover it. Just... please Crassus. She could have worse for her first night. I spotted some of those vorcha staring at her. It'll only be a matter of time before one of them approach me about her and how's it gonna look to everyone else if I tell him to fuck off? You take her for the night, have a little fun and by the next day those vorcha scum will be long gone."
Crassus rolled his eyes. "I don't fuck humans. Anyway I got a thing going with this little asari dancer who I'm supposed to be meeting tonight."
"Humans are asari only minus the blue and having hair. Come on, turian. I've done plenty of favors for you in the past."
"Why this? Why this human?"
Orix frowned. "She's a good kid. Kind... honest. Sarah's a damn hard worker too. Her parents got her mixed up in a hell of a lot of trouble with Aria's goons otherwise she wouldn't be here trying to sell herself to make money."
Crassus could feel his resolve failing as the krogan pressed him again.
"Come on, Crassus! One freakin' night!"
"FINE! Spirits sake, fine!"
Orix huffed with relief. "Thanks. I'll set aside my best room for you two."
"I never said I'd sex it up with her."
"Heh! I'll send her your way. Remember. Best room. The big one at the end of the hall."
Orix took off, making a beeline through the crowd to the back dancer's station where Crassus could just make out the not unattractive outline of the human dancer swaying in time to the booming music.
Crassus knocked back his drink before he quickly messaged T'Aleois.
He liked her a lot, sometimes he thought enough to consider settling down but then his father's past demands to him in regards to that kind of thing would come to the fore and he'd reject the idea out of hand.
Just after it sent, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Crassus spun his chair around and stared at the little blonde human female who'd disturbed him.
Her hair was piled up on top of her head but allowed locks of it to frame her heart-shaped face.
She wore the very revealing clothes Crassus expected from a dancer. Not that he was complaining.
She was built very much like an asari although slight wider in the hips which only showed off her waist more.
"Orix says you're looking for company?" she said with a slight stutter that betrayed how little she'd ever done this.
Crassus peered into the bright blue orbs that gazed back at him, nodded before he knocked back the last of his drink.
After slamming the glass back on the bar, he slipped off the chair and led the nervous human to the heavy doors leading to the backrooms.
The bouncers nodded as they arrived, opening up the way before them.
Crassus kept a hand pressed firmly on the human's back, feeling her tremble as they passed by the closed doors of occupied rooms which barely concealed the very familiar sounds of people enjoying each other with abandon.
She stalled just at the entrance to Orix's best room. "We're going in here?"
"Yep."
"Oh. You must have paid a lot so," she replied carefully before she followed Crassus inside.
"What's your name?" Vitius asked as the door closed behind them.
"Sarah. Sarah Miller."
The turian took of his jacket and tossed it on to the small fabric couch pressed against the far wall.
"How did you end up here?" he queried as he lit up a small cigarette.
"Those aren't healthy you know."
He raised his browplates at that. "I had no idea," Crassus replied sarcastically.
Sarah folded her arms across her chest before tilting her chin that screamed to Vitius of determination.
"Har har," she finally said. "You can kill yourself all you want but I'd rather you did that on your own time and without me being present."
Crassus stared at her, feeling desire sparking low in his belly. He finally barked out a laugh before he quenched the barely started cig on a nearby metal table.
"Fine. See? All done."
Sarah nodded before she started to unzip her skimpy outfit.
"Wait. No need to strip."
"Sorry?" Sarah asked with surprise written all over her face.
"I said no need. I won't be sleeping with you."
The human was clearly shocked. "And why not?!" she suddenly snapped.
"I don't think you could handle it. Me being turian and all," Crassus replied a smirk.
That was clearly not the best answer he could give but definitely better than revealing the deal between himself and Orix.
"How dar- you think I can't handle you?! You couldn't handle me, buddy!" Sarah angrily retorted.
"Oh please!" Crassus roared out laughing.
The turian merc stopped when he found himself shoved backwards, landing on the bed heavily.
Before he could react, Sarah was on top of him.
She pressed her mouth on his, tongue slipping in and engaging his in a lesiurely dance. Sarah started writhing on top of him and Vitius had to grab on tight to her curves to stop the pleasure from being too much.
She pulled back a little with a face flushed red and they panted while staring at each other.
"Spirits..." Crassus said quietly, gazing up the small human as his body shivered with lust before he grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her back flush against him.
Orix was surprised the following day when, as he went over his stock inventory, Crassus emerged from the hall - half-dressed and looking exhausted.
"I thought you'd gone home," the krogan laughed.
"Yeah... about that," Vitius replied as he handed over a wad of credit chits.
Orix stared at the money in his hand confused. "This is for?"
"The room and Sarah. For tonight... and today really."
The krogan blinked. "Where's Sarah?"
"Passed out. We're gonna need food and drink actually. Kitchen open?"
"I can get it open for you guys."
"Do. Just knock on the door and leave it outside. I'll collect."
Orix nodded and watched at the turian wandered back and disappeared into the hall.
"Wow," he mused.
