Part 1
Vorg Brutika ran the Shadow Entity with a brutal iron fist. These galactic mafias terrorized every system they did "business" in. They dealt in drugs, slave deals, murder and assassinations. They were full-fledged violent criminal syndicates, and Vorg was a cut-throat crime lord.
Usha Vren, or just Usha for short, was Vorg's "Unicorn". Every crime lord had one, a human woman kept close to him both as a lover, and as alluring side candy to have around at all times. At every drug deal, double cross, and murder, Usha was right there at his side, smirking in satisfaction and thrilled by the sinister entertainment.
Usha was tall and voluptuous, with brunette hair and sun kissed olive skin. Perfect red lips and nails at all times. She stayed mostly nude except for gold adornments that dripped from her body, and of course, four-inch platform sandals that clicked with every step.
Despite her unreal beauty, she had become quite depraved after being with Vorg for some time. She giggled in delight at some of the double crosses and murders, especially of other women she saw as competition.
Vorg on the other hand, was repulsive both inside and out. It was difficult to imagine this sinister couple's sex life, since Vorg was disgusting to look at, and it was mostly a mystery how his species' sex organs worked. Vorg became immediately insecure and enraged at any questions about their bizarre relationship, and he swiftly killed anyone he felt threatened by.
Vorg sat slumped in his throne, tapping his foot impatiently. He was flanked by fat, toad-like alien guards, clad in heavy brass armor. Usha was laying lazily next to him on comfortable red bedding, in her usual pampered and scantily clad state.
Rugan was a tall, muscular bearded brute with a scarred face, curly blonde hair and cold blue eyes. He stepped before Vorg and greeted him.
Usha's eyes popped open. She looked surprisingly allured by him. She tended to notice attractive human men, and frequently had flings with them under Vorg's radar. She caught herself instantly and wiped the expression from her face. Her eyes shifted over to Vorg.
Vorg spoke unprompted: "Is it done?"
"It's done." Rugan replied.
He retrieved a delivery receipt from his pocket and flashed it to Vorg.
"10,000 pounds of Ultra-Nectar. Delivered to dealer #Z65798."
Vorg nodded quietly. Usha raised an eyebrow.
A drug runner? She thought to herself. Not as sinister as what she usually preferred. She had acquired a taste for assassins and mid-level mafia moguls, but he would do.
Rugan went on, "And.. about payment?"
"Of course." Vorg replied. And he motioned to Usha.
She came to her feet and walked slowly to Rugan. As she approached him, his eyes widened to take her in. The infamous Usha Vren, in all her deadly beauty, was an incredible sight. He stared at her with want. Just looking at her made him hard.
The energy was palpable enough for Vorg to notice.
He barked at Usha. "Hurry up!"
With a devilish smirk Usha extended her hand and gave him a thick wad of credits. Then turned without a word and laid down again next to Vorg.
"I'll contact you if I need your services again." Vorg said, and Rugan nodded without a word.
Before he turned to leave, he took one last fiery look at Usha. She was staring right back at him with wide, intense eyes. Once he had left the chamber he looked down at the wad of credits and found a note stuffed into it. It read:
"Room 676. Tonight. Come alone. Be ready. -- Usha"
Her handwriting was surprisingly girly for a woman with such murderous tendencies. Rugan felt his blood pressure rise at the invitation. Tonight was going to be a wild night.
He had no idea.
Part 2
He looked around nervously as he rang the doorbell to room 676. This had better not be a trap.
He tapped his foot anxiously and the door slowly opened. It was Usha at the door. She peeked her head out and without speaking to him, scanned the area suspiciously. Once she felt safe, she clutched his shirt and dragged him inside, quickly shutting the door.
Once inside, her room was dark but eloquently decorated. She had quite feminine tastes for a woman in such a brutal profession. He gawked at her as she stood before him.
She was naked except for gold high-heeled sandals and a sheen, thinner-than-air white gown that draped from her shoulders down to her feet. This "robe" was nearly transparent and covered nothing. It must have been what she lounged in the evenings with.
She was just as gorgeous and tantalizing as in the chamber before. And just like before, he was hard at the sight of her. Usha could tell. His long, thick cock bulged through his loose pants.
Without a word, she stripped him down quickly, pulling his pants down to his ankles and lighting up in delight at the sight of his incredible, long erect cock. He was naked now. She grasped his cock in her hand and strutting confidently in those high heels, walked him to the bed, like a horse being led to its stable.
He was a massive man, and his body was a thick slab of muscle. Usha, seemingly unfazed by his size, flung him onto the bed by his penis. It was a fun humiliation. He had to fight every urge not to grab her and just sink his dick into her, but he let her have control for the time being. It thrilled them both, and a tryst like this one deserved some erotic play first.
She stood alongside the bed as he was sprawled out on his back. He stroked his cock slowly and waved it at her, taunting her to come to him. She stared at him, admiring his body with lustful eyes.
Usha shrugged the thin robe off her shoulders, and it fell in a crumpled pile around her feet. She slipped off her sandals. Then, she raised her leg up and hovered her bare foot over his chest. In a seductively erotic gesture, she dragged her toes across his chest. The searing hot move ignited Rugan, turning him on beyond belief.