Casey looked up. Garrus was standing in her doorway. She was very aware that she was only wearing a towel. "What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I came to fix the photocopier…"
Where did that come from? Some cheesy porn movie? He definitely wouldn't say that.
"I mean, I came to deliver a pizza…"
Where were these lines coming from? Casey clearly wasn't very good at imagining this stuff. Ok then, he just wouldn't talk. She turned her vibrating toothbrush back on, slipped it down against her skin.
Garrus came in. He didn't say anything. Yes, that worked better. He walked over to Casey and gently pulled her towel off. Cold air rushed against her skin. He looked at her for a few moments, taking everything in. His eyes surveyed her smooth neck, her pert, round breasts. Her heart was hammering and there was a tightening between her legs. Garrus put his hand on her breast, gently at first, but then his mouth was on hers, and he was cupping her firmly between his fingers. He was rough, Casey liked that. She felt his other hand slip between her legs, a finger slide up inside her….
Casey's private terminal pinged.
Garrus' fingers were moving roughly inside her now, and she was close.
The terminal pinged again.
Garrus stopped. Now he was just standing there. She'd lost it, the moment was gone. The image of him was fading from her mind. Casey sighed, note to self: turn terminal off next time.
She put the toothbrush down and pulled her trousers back on. She sat at her little desk and checked her messages. There was one new one flashing up on screen.
From: UNKNOWN
Casey smiled, she didn't know how Kasumi managed to mess with the on board messaging system so easily, but she knew it drove the Illusive Man crazy. The message read: Case, briefing at 09.00 tomorrow morning. Be there, things are about to get exciting!
Casey had no idea what exciting things were happening, but did she just get invited to the team briefing? She was never asked to those: no reason to be, Casey wasn't a Doctor, she wasn't a strategist, and she couldn't hold a gun. To be honest she could barely bandage a cut, still hadn't worked out which bathroom was the women's, and often dropped her fork in the middle of eating. It was a miracle she'd survived as long as she had!
Still, if Kasumi invited her, who was she to argue? Casey liked Kasumi, they'd become friends during the week she'd been aboard. Shepard had woken up soon after Kasumi arrived, and so Casey had lost her 'observation' job. This meant she had a lot of free time to kill between her new job of delivering the crew their lunches, and so she often hung out with Kasumi in her room. Kasumi had so many stories, she'd done so many things, yet she seemed genuinely interested in the things Casey had to say, and actually laughed at Casey's lame jokes. Casey decided then and there, that if there was any way she could contribute to the group, any way she could help Kasumi, she'd do it.
Casey arrived at the briefing a little late, on account of a run in with a door that didn't open on time. After Doctor Chakwas had wiped off the blood and confirmed Casey hadn't damaged anything important, it was already half past nine. Casey hoped she'd be able to slip into the briefing unnoticed, unfortunately the rest of the team were assembled, and examining a holographic representation of a large building at the meeting table. Shepard, Kasumi, Miranda, Mordin, Grunt, Garrus, Jacob, and James turned as Casey entered.
"Yes?" Miranda asked expectantly.
"Umm…I'm here for the briefing…"
Miranda looked like she was going to laugh, but Shepard stepped in. "Kasumi told me she'd invited you, take a seat Casey." He smiled, and immediately Casey felt at ease. "How's your head? Doctor Chakwas messaged me to say you'd walked into a door?"
Casey's face began to burn. "It's fine," she muttered, hurriedly sitting down at a chair in the corner. She noticed a grin spread over James' face, and, to her horror, Garrus' too.
"As I was saying," Kasumi began, a note of laughter in her voice, "The plan is to infiltrate the home of Donovan Hock, genius, criminal, and all round low life. He's got my ex partner's greybox, which contains information that, if allowed to fall into the wrong hands, could start a war. He's also got a number of Alliance officials in the lower levels of his mansion. We believe he may be keeping them as leverage, for when his crimes against the colony on Tiptree are discovered."
Casey was trying very hard to keep up.
"So," Kasumi continued. "We split into two teams. One team to free the officials and steal the data hidden on Hock's computer, data which confirms his involvement in these activities, and the other to find the greybox, which I have found out is hidden in Hock's study."
"How do you want to split the teams?" Shepard asked.
"I'll need to be with the people freeing the hostages, I'm the only one who'll be able to hack into the underground facility. I'll need you too Shep, for the less subtle side of things."
"Shooting up the place and generally making a mess?" Garrus asked. The others laughed.
"For that reason, and because we're expecting a lot of resistance, I'll need you boys too," Kasumi said, pointing to Jacob, James, and Garrus.
"What about the other team?" Shepard asked.
"There's only one way to get into Hock's study, and that's through his bedroom. Now we're choosing to do this tomorrow because Hock will be throwing a huge party for the scum of the galaxy. Hock will then be inviting an array of, well, 'ladies of the night', into his bedroom. They'll get ready in there, and bring various…gentlemen in during the evening. We need someone to pose as one of these ladies, gain access to Hock's study, and find the graybox."
The others turned to Miranda, who was shaking her head. "It can't be me, Hock's met me before when he did a deal with the Illusive man: he'll recognise me instantly."
"And it can't be you," Shepard added, looking at Kasumi, "You've already said we need your hacking skills."
"Exactly," Kasumi nodded.
"So who?" Shepard asked.
Slowly, Casey felt all the eyes in the room turn to her. For a moment, she wasn't exactly sure what was going on, then it dawned on her.
"Her?" Miranda asked doubtfully.
"She's perfect," Kasumi replied. "Hock's never met her, she's pretty, and she doesn't look like she'd be any trouble."
Some of the others looked doubtful, but James was grinning. "Sweet little Casey acting the part of a hooker? I'd pay to see that."
"I'm not sure about this," Shepard began. "Casey's got no training, how's she meant to get into Hock's study?" Mordin was shaking his head too, looking very nervous.
Kasumi smiled. "All the ladies bring a bodyguard, and our Casey's got herself some Krogan protection. Grunt takes out the other body guards. Quietly," she added, noticing Grunt's smile. "I've already seen to it that all the alcohol is spiked, Grunt makes sure the bodyguards in the room next door drink it, Casey does the same for the girls. Once they're out, you find the secret entrance to the study, grab the greybox and get out. It will be in a safe, and I can programme your omni-tool to override it. Any questions?"
Casey had hundreds of questions, unfortunately she hadn't thought of them at the time, and now, as the shuttle took off, it felt like too late. She was wearing the outfit Kasumi had provided, which was much more revealing than anything she'd ever worn before. It was pretty much a red bikini, with a few lines of material falling from the top part to join with the bottom part, with a tiny skirt wrapped around. She felt naked, and wrapped herself in a coat as they rode the shuttle to the house.
When they reached the back entrance, Casey was forced to take the coat off, and was just glad that James and the others were in the other shuttle. Grunt wasn't one to be interested in this type of outfit, and simply looked her up and down before saying "You'd be easy to stab in that." She couldn't help but smile: trust a Krogan to see it that way.
Grunt gestured to the door, and Casey stepped out into the evening air, her arms folded across her chest. Grunt walked behind her, as instructed. Casey noticed other women, wearing similar outfits to hers, all heading in the same direction. "Walk different." Grunt hissed.
"What?"
"You don't look like them." He was right, they all walked with confidence, their breasts pushed out and with big smiles. She wasn't going to fool anyone unless she stepped her game up. Casey unfolded her arms, plastered a false smile on her face, and tried to walk with confidence. It was hard to look confident, however, when Casey kept losing her balance in her heels. And Grunt laughing every time she stumbled didn't exactly help.
The girls were brought up to Hock's room, which was larger than Casey's old apartment. It was luxuriously decorated, with a lot of gold furniture. The bed was huge, and covered in red sheets. The walls were also dark red, and there were lots of paintings of women in various states of undress. Casey could see a balcony containing a hot tub beyond some large glass doors. She and the other girls were asked to line up, the body guards to the side. Grunt wasn't the only Krogan. There were two more, as well as a Turian, three humans, and a Drell. Casey glanced down the line at the other girls: there were two humans as well as herself, three Asari, a Quarian, which would have been the most surprising, if it wasn't for the Hanar at the end. All were silent, as if they'd done this a thousand times, and so Casey followed suit. Soon, Hock entered the room. He was tall, dark haired, and had a strong jaw. He also had the look of someone who thought very highly of himself. Hock was accompanied by two heavily armed human men. He made his way down the line, asking the names of the girls, and occasionally touching one. He seemed to know a few of them, but Casey didn't trust his friendly tone. Finally he got to her at the end of the line. "What's your name?" He asked.
"Casey," she replied. There was no need for a fake name, not really.
"It's your first time at one of my parties?" He asked. As he did so, his hand moved to Casey's left breast. He placed it there for a moment, and Casey tried to act like this was the most natural thing in the world.
"Yes."
His hand was still on her breast, but now he was stroking it slightly. Casey glanced at Grunt, who was scowling noticeably. His hands were clenched at his sides. She gave a brief shake of her head, unnoticeable unless you'd been looking for it, but Grunt seemed to understand, and relaxed his face. He still kept his eyes on her, and she thought he might've been clenching his teeth. She knew he couldn't look angry: he had to look like this was normal otherwise the others would get suspicious. This was meant to be his job after all.
Hock's thumb was against Casey's nipple now, stroking it through the fabric, but he continued to talk to all of the girls as if this wasn't the case.
"For those of you who have been her before, welcome back. For the new girls, a few points. You are here to do a job, a job you do well. You should enjoy yourselves, the guests will want you to look like you're having fun, but remember who you work for. Everyone at this party is here to have a good time, you must make sure they get it."
Casey's heart was hammering. This man was a criminal, he was dangerous, yet his fingers, still stroking her nipple, were doing something to her. She was enjoying it, and she hated herself for it. She felt her nipple hardening under his touch. It's normal, it's not him, it's what he's doing. She knew this was right, she wasn't attracted to this man, yet she was aroused, and she hated herself for it. Thankfully Hock finished his little speech and stopped what he was doing.
"I look forward to seeing you later," he said, looking Casey up and down one final time. "Have a good night ladies."
And with that he left.
Phew. Casey thought. That can't happen again. As soon as we finish this job, I need to get laid.