The new resolution gave Ashley the strength to endure the whole day without further incidents. She even managed to have lunch with Shepard and Tali, smiling and small talking with her friends with no trace of jealousy or anything like that. The engineer-turned-admiral was now the quarian councilor, but unlike the commander, she didn't scold her friend for snapping at the asari one but instead stood in her defense. When it comes to cooperating with aliens, the two women were closer to each other than to the commander.
But it was then, now Ashley was about to get going and was checking herself in the mirror. After the War, she returned to her previous hairstyle, but for tonight she got her hair loose and straightened, which together with heavy makeup - pitch black around the piercing eyes and crimson red on the full lips - made her look both pretty and a little slutty. What was perfect given her plans for the evening.
Next, her eyes wandered to her body, and damn - she had to admit, she was hot. Like Vega - although she didn't like that comparison at all - she was a soldier and kind of a gym freak, and together those two things made her body fine as hell. She was tall and slim, although not too slim - she definitively retained her womanly curves in addition to visible muscles. Especially her long legs and flat midriff were impressive - she could probably break a melon with her tights and you could bounce a penny from her six-pack. All of it was accompanied by big breasts and round ass, currently confined in black, skimpy lingerie.
When she finished checking herself out, she reached out and took the dark-blue dress from the bed. She slipped into it, feeling the silky material pleasurably sliding against her dark, creamy skin. The dress was a tight fit, with the bottom reaching to the half of her tights, and on the top showing a generous amount of cleavage. She didn't wear any jewelry except for a silver necklace - she didn't know in whose bed she'll end the night and didn't want to lose anything in an unfamiliar apartment or hotel room.
"Damn, girl, you look fuckable as hell!" Ashley complimented herself when she completed all preparations. She swirled around, looking at herself from all angles, and applying the last-minute fixes here and there. It had been a long time since she put so much effort into her look, and was really content with the results - shaved, dressed, and perfumed she believed she could seduce everyone. The only thing missing was the pill and she quickly corrected that, swallowing previously prepared med which made her infertile and invulnerable to all known STDs for the next 12 hours. Cheers to modern medicine and its impact on random hookups!
Now, she was ready. Nodding to her reflection, she took a deep breath and exited her room. In the dining room, there were still some people and when they saw her, they smiled and some even complimented her look. One voice was way louder than the others. It was James'. Of course.
"Damn, girl, you look fuckable as hell!" The fact that he used exactly the same words as her didn't escape her attention. Were they really so similar? "Do you need a bodyguard or something?"
"I'm going out," Ashley answered, not revealing any details. "Alone." She wasn't some defenseless princess. She was an Alliance soldier and a Spectre, and it stung her that he tried to treat her otherwise.
"Let me at least walk you to the elevator. I'm going to the CIC anyway." Not waiting for her answer, he stood up from the table and joined her.
"I was serious, you know. You really look fuckable as hell." He told her when they were alone in the elevator. Luckily, he didn't try to grope her or threaten her in any other way. Maybe he was afraid of being slapped by her again, but he was surprisingly decent.
"Thank you."
"If you want some sexy action, you don't need to go anywhere, y'know? I'm ready to provide you with some good fucking. Even here and now, in this elevator, if you want."
Ashley signed, feeling the rage boiling in her again.
"And here you are, back to your old dicky self. You're a huge prick, you know that?"
"Yep, but I'm a huge prick the ladies love. You too, you just don't know it yet."
"Never in this or future life. Fuck you, Vega. I plan to have a good night tonight, and I don't need your shit."
Luckily, the ride was now completed, and the elevator door opened, allowing Ash to storm out without giving James a second look. He gave her one though, admiring her shapes when she moved away to the exit. Smiling, he fixed his semi-hard cock in his pants and went to the cockpit, planning to talk Joker into some poker game. Maybe he could even convince him to use his sexy robotic girlfriend as a bet?
At the same time, Ashley left the ship and went to a taxi stop. There was one red skycar there and she approached it.
"Are you free?" She asked the driver, a salarian.
"Sure, hop in", he responded, sounding more cheerful than he looked. "Where to?"
Just now Williams realized that she didn't know. She hadn't been going out for ages - which Vega reminded her about this morning - and even if she had known some Citadel clubs back in the days, she wasn't sure if they were still standing after the Reapers hijacked the station. The Keepers did an amazing job rebuilding both the Presidium and the Wards, but even they couldn't perform miracles.
"Take me to some good club", she decided to trust the cabbie. "With a bar, a dance floor, and a lot of people. But classy people, not some hobo drunks or pervs."
"I know just the place." The salarian nodded and started the engine. A mere minute later the cab joined the stream of sky cars going in all directions, taking their drivers and passengers to their destinations.
I wonder how many of them would fuck tonight.
A sudden thought appeared in Ashley's mind. She will certainly be one of them!
The ride was shorter than she expected, given how the docks were set on the outskirts. It seemed that the driver chose a club built not too deep into the Presidium - the popular location for sure, but not as much to be overcrowded.
Thanking the driver and setting the tab, Ashley got off the vehicle and looked at the entrance to the club - she knew it immediately by a bright blue sign displaying its name: The Wonderwall. Williams quickly scanned the crowd before it and was relieved when her trained eyes didn't spot anyone drunk, drugged, or behaving inappropriately. Most of the people were younger than her, but she also saw some of her age or even older.
The queue to the club was quite long, easily reaching the corner of the building, but Ashley didn't plan on waiting in line. Instead, she confidently walked right to the doors. After all, she was a Spectre, and that came with multiple privileges, such as being able to freely enter any building in the Council space. One swing of her omni-tool against the bouncer's and she was in.
Firstly, she found herself in the short, quiet corridor with the cloakroom on the side, but she didn't stop there and instead went to the main hall right away. There, she was immediately bathed in loud, energetic music, and colorful blinking lights flickered before her eyes. The room just vibrated with energy, and she felt it on her skin and bones.
Feeling excited, she swept her eyes around, checking her surroundings. On her left side was a long, semicircular counter, and behind it, all kinds of alcohol were displayed, creating a colorful display. On her right the tables were set, some of them intended for standing and drinking, some for sitting and discussing. A dance floor filled the rest of the hall and was full of people dancing and having a good time.
Oh, how she missed that, she realized!
