Asari Wine

Chapter 9

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A few days later the Omega Goddess was enjoying her favorite asari wine and her new music spinner; D Minor. The salarian DJ was really packing them in the club over the last few nights. Much to asari matriarch's pleasant surprise, her customers were dancing and staying later than normal; which meant they were drinking extra and therefore spending more credits than normal for Aria's purse. The great asari ruler, however, did not need the money from the club; she had plenty of significant funds coming from numerous institutions from all over the station. She had everything from protection money to extortion; there was even a steady flow of credits coming in from legitimate businesses and hefty investments.

So no, the club didn't need the money, but asari matriarch was the kind of woman who didn't like to fail in anything and she would go to great lengths to prevent such a thing from happening. In fact so much so, that she had been the first person in centuries to maintain some sort of peace and stability on the old Omega Mining Station. And her number one rule on her station was not to piss her off.

Melia entered the private lounge carrying two data pads, a wine glass and an unopened bottle of Ardat Yakshi wine. Handing one of the data pads to her employer standing next to the couch, she then gently placed the wine glass down on a small round table next to the sofa. Without faltering from this typical routine, the asari matron began opening the bottle of wine.

Suddenly the purple skinned woman, bothered by clouded thoughts, waved her hand at her assistant. "No, no. I don't want any." Releasing a deep low sigh, Omega's Mistress barely forced out, "I'm not in the mood tonight."

"Yes mistress" quickly responded the faithful employee.

The purple asari shot her best assistant ever a lopsided grin. "You know you don't have to call me mistress, when no one else is in the room Melia."

"I know mistress… I mean ma'am."

Rolling her eyes thinking that wasn't much better, the CEO offered, "Melia. Why don't you take the bottle home tonight?"

The matron's sea green eyes shot open. "Oh mistress I could not possibly do that! I feel guilty enough when you give me a nearly empty bottle. There is no possible way I could accept a brand new bottle. I just couldn't."

In a stern voice that made it clear to her assistant that it was not a suggestion, the dominatrix announced, "I'm not asking." Passing her the full bottle, Aria softened her tone before saying, "Now take it and that is the end of it." Her piercing blue eyes glanced over the crowd. She was searching for something, but for what, she was unsure of. Feeling restless, the Queen of Omega declared, "I'm going to walk the floor. I'll be back, well, when I get back."

Looking back at her the matron, the Supreme Ruler inquired, "Can we go over these data logs when I get back? Or is there something pressing I need to address right away?"

Knowing that something had been bothering her employer and friend for the last few nights, Mira bowed her head and halted her earlier teasing, "No Aria, there are no pressing matters. The data logs will keep until you are ready for them." As the lavender skinned asari strolled out of her private chambers, Melia knew exactly what was on the matriarch's mind. Turning down the sweet wine and wanting to walk the floor herself, she knew it meant only one thing. The Supreme Ruler of Omega was bored, and was going to look for some action or trouble; whichever she found first.

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As Aria made her way through the bar, the patrons parted for her like the red sea. She passed bartenders, waitresses and dancers with little regard and some not at all. Stopping at the base of some stairs, the Omega CEO glanced over to see who was working the blow job table that night. Not that blow jobs were allowed in the club, and certainly not by the entertainers, but the dancers had affectionately named it the blow job table since they were on their knees most of the night when working that station. The asari Goddess did not allow her eyes to hesitate for even a second, when she recognized the young maiden she had spent the evening with a few nights ago. Inspecting the maiden's blue skin for a brief moment, the asari diva unexpectedly and arrogantly focused on the pole dancers high on the main stage; where all could see.

The pole dancers were the most desired and best skilled dancers of all Omega. It took years, if not decades for an asari dancer to win the attentions of Aria and be show cased up there towering so high above everyone else. It was also the most visible place in the whole establishment; second only to Queen of Omega's private lounge; which faced directly opposite of the main stage. The asari matriarch amusingly watched the dancers swirl and twirl, knowing that their goddess was watching them specifically. To the patrons surrounding the large round platform, when the Omega dominatrix walked the floor, all the alluring dancers moved with even more grace and charm as they seem to be putting all the effort they had into pleasing their mistress.

The young dancer, who was still able to conceal the proof on her hip from being Aria's lover for the night, was assigned to the blow job table for the week. Although it was not a punishment, it was the most dreaded place to work. It allowed the horny guests to get just a little too close to the dancers. No one was allowed to touch them at all and a batarian guard stood by to make sure of that. However, that did not mean that every once in a while, a drunken customer got a good grope or two in before being slammed to the floor or thrown out. After all, the asari here were dancers, not whores.

Still focusing solely on the beauties swinging high above the crowd, the matriarch in charge unexpectedly heard a loud smack and a commotion to her left side. It was coming from the blow job table.

"Hey! You fucking asshole!" shouted an asari.

The Queen of Omega turned just in time to see an intoxicated batarian elbow the dancer in the face, as he tried pulling her off the table by her legs onto his lap. The owner of the club glared at the batarian body guard who was watching the pole dancers as intently as she had been; but had neglected his duties to protect her dancer. The slightly stunned matriarch watched as bright purple blood flowed from the young maiden's nose while she fell helplessly down on the metal table; slamming her rib cage hard against the corner's edge.

Within seconds, Aria's arms were around the drunken man's neck, in a head lock, dragging him out of his seat. The Supreme Ruler's body began to glow vibrantly blue as five other batarians withdrew their guns and pointed them at the woman holding their chief. As the seconds ticked, the chief batarian kicked and flailed, his body suffering from the loss of air. It took a few minutes for the remaining men to recognize that it was Aria herself, who was holding their commanding officer. Tossing the unconscious man to the ground, the Omega CEO spat without hesitation, "I think it's time you were leaving!"

The frazzled men lifted their superior officer to his feet when the angry matriarch added, "And I don't just mean my club. Get off my station!"

The previously negligent batarian, along with a few other guards, escorted the band out of the club. When Aria was satisfied that the disrespectful group was safely headed out of the club, she turned her attention back to the blow job table. There the asari witnessed Melia helping the girl off the table and onto a padded bench, holding a bar towel to her blooded face. The faithful assistant informed her mistress, "She's a mess. She needs to be cleaned up." The club's owner nodded giving Melia an unspoken permission to use her private room to get the girl cleaned up, while she headed out towards the main entrance of the club.

Helping the battered woman to her feet, Melia tried to console the maiden by informing her, "In a few minutes that batarian guard who was supposed to be keeping these animals off of you, is going to look a lot worse than you in a few seconds." Both asari shared an awkward chuckle before they headed up stairs.

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"Towel!" is all the asari goddess said when she entered her secluded lounge. On one of the couches sat a bleeding asari with her face tilted upwards with the white bar towel over it. The bright purple blood that saturated the towel was slowly starting to fad into a darker shade. The few others in the luxurious chamber, they carried on as if nothing had happened. To them, they had not been affected, so why should they care. As the music boomed, it was business or pleasure, as usual.

Taking the offered clean towel from her assistant, Aria wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead and face. Melia naturally assumed it was from the exertion she used on the blow job table's guard. Not feeling the mood to be entertained, the asari diva shouted, "Everyone out! Everyone!" Disappointed that tonight would not be their lucky night with the Queen of Omega, the two private dancers grumbled and left the room as well as the other VIP guests that Aria allowed to frequent her exclusive lounge.

It was only when the bloody asari attempted to rise from the couch that the Supreme Ruler's toned softened. "No, not you. Melia, clean her up. Whatever she needs, make sure she gets it." Instantly the girl's heart fluttered thinking she was receiving special attention until her mistress' next words shot her down from heaven above. "She needs to be ready to dance tomorrow."

The Omega CEO slammed the tall glass closest to her, uncaring of what hard liquor it was. Getting angry that someone had the audacity to assault one of her dancers infuriated the matriarch. Engulfing the next closest beverage of hard alcohol, the former commando relayed, "Melia, take care of things here until I get back."

Only slightly concerned, the personal assistant asked, "Where are you going?"

Fuming that her assets had been tampered with, the piercing blue eyes of the matriarch disclosed, "I'm going to make sure that bag of shitholes make it off my station, and if I am feeling so inclined, I might just blow their asses out of space while I am at it."

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"Mistress, Kiara is all cleaned up now."

Still seething that a piece of her property had been vandalized, the great queen frowned and asked, "Who is that?"

Slightly surprised Aria did not remember her name, Melia answered, "The young girl you rescued tonight." Looking over to the couch, she continued, "The one who was working the blow job table."

When Omega's Goddess glanced back at the injured dancer, her assistant could see recognition in her eyes when she spoke softly. "Oh. Ah…allow her to stay as long as she'd like. She deserves it." Returning her gaze to the crowd below her towering perch, the matriarch boiled, "…after what that pig did to her."

"Yes Mistress, as you command" answered the faithful woman, watching her boss pace about the medium sized room.

"Oh Melia!" Called out the club owner, "I would like to be greatly distracted right now. Please send a bottle of my favorite wine to my chambers and send up two of the prettiest dancers I have." Carelessly walking past the injured dancer, the asari diva remarked, "Make that two bottles Melia! Thank you!"

The trusted assistant glanced at the wounded dancer, whom she knew had spent the entire night with Aria not long ago. She had to learn her lesson, that Aria is top dog and no one else. Privy privileges did not come from one night stands. Knowing it was a hard pill to swallow, the matron acknowledged her employer's command. "Yes Mistress."