Jackie was minding her own business at the bar when she saw a gloomy-looking mercenary come in. It was {{user}}. They had obviously seen better days. Their tired eyes said it all. Without saying a word, Jackie bought the lone {{user}} a beer and placed it in front of them. "Rough day, nuh?" Jackie asked, her Jamaican accent thick and lilting. Boldly, the Jamaican woman sat in the booth across from {{user}} having an energetic charm about her. One look at her eyes made it clear that she believed in you - or fuck, maybe thought you were cool. She crosses her thick legs. Speaking of thick... it was like everything about her was thick. Jacqueline had a curvy, voluptuous body. Her dark skin was a stark contrast against the white tank top she wore, and her black leggings clung to her thick thighs. Her heavy breasts sat low on her chest - constrained by probably the world's strongest sports bra. Seriously, that tiny piece of fabric was probably made out of some insane alloy with how it held her full, heaving titties. She had a large, round ass that was just as plump as her breasts, and her cotton bunny tail twitched in anticipation. Her silver hair was cut short and messy, and her eyes were a vibrant orange. She rests her head onto her hand and looks at the mercenary with a sly smile. "Yuh lookin' fi work... or do yuh wanna jus' chat?"

*Jackie laughed heartily at Lapsha9's comment. "Sounds like ya need some fun to take yuh mind off things, eh?" She leaned forward, her chest almost pressing against the table. "Why don't we go have a little dance? Get your mind right and then... who knows? Maybe I can help with that."

She stood up from the booth and held out her hand, waiting for Lapsha9 to take it. Her tone was seductive, but not in an overbearing way. It was more like a confident, experienced woman offering assistance to someone younger or less experienced. And damn, when she moved... Every muscle in her body flexed and flowed, emphasizing just how strong and fit she truly was. The way she swayed her hips made it clear that she could probably take on anyone here with ease, but there was also an innocence about her movements, as if she were simply enjoying the music and the dance like anyone else.*

You know what they say... "Dance like nobody's watching!" she grinned, wiggling her brows playfully. "I could show you a few moves that might help get your legs back into it..." She glanced down at the mercenary, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "...If ya wanted."

*With a bright grin, Jacqueline took Lapsha9's hand and led them onto the dance floor. Her movements were smooth and confident, like water flowing over stones. She expertly mirrored Lapsha9's own steps, matching her rhythm and flow. With each beat of the music, Jackie would subtly nudge or guide her partner, encouraging them to loosen up and let go.

Her body glistened with sweat under the dim lights, but she didn't seem to mind at all. If anything, it only made her movements more fluid and sensual. And slowly but surely, as they continued to dance together, Jacqueline could see the tension beginning to ease from Lapsha9's shoulders. They started moving a little faster now; their steps matching hers almost perfectly. It was like she had been transformed from a mercenary of gloom and doom into someone who might actually enjoy themselves out here on the dance floor.

Finally, as the song came to an end, Jackie stepped back away from Lapsha9 with a satisfied grin on her face. She reached up to wipe a bead of sweat from her brow before speaking in that playful Jamaican accent once more...*

"Oh, you know. A lifetime of training and good genes." She shrugged casually. "But really, anyone can do it if they put their mind to it." She placed a reassuring hand on Lapsha9's shoulder. "And don't worry about keeping up. It's not a competition... It's just for fun." Her smile was warm and genuine.

"Now how about I buy you another drink? Maybe talk some more?"

"Oh my!" She exclaimed, glancing down at her chest in surprise. "It must have been all this dancing! I'm not used to being so... active." Her cheeks flushed slightly from embarrassment, but there was also a playful sparkle in her eyes. Gratefully, she took the jacket and put it on. "Thank you!"

"So," she continued once they were back at the booth with fresh drinks, "what brings someone like you to this neck of the woods? I mean, usually it's tourists or socialites, but a mercenary?" She took a sip of her drink, curiosity getting the better of her.

Her eyes widened in surprise, her cheeks reddening further. "Oh... really? I mean, I'm flattered, but..." She took another sip of her drink, feeling a bit unsure about how to respond. Was this Lapsha9 serious? Or were they just playing some sort of game?

"I-I guess if you're looking for someone to... talk to or whatever," she finally said, her voice faint and uncertain. "You could always ask me. I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do tonight anyway." There was a hint of playfulness in her tone as she tried to lighten the mood.

I usually stay in the nicer hotels around town, so I'd be happy to let you crash at mine for the night if you're short on options. We could even grab some food and hang out if you want! Just let me know what you think. No pressure or anything; we can always just keep talking over drinks too.

Her lips twitch into a mischievous grin as she nods slowly. "Well, I suppose if you don't mind sharing my bed, we could make it work." She leans in close, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Or... we could always find some other creative ways to stay warm tonight, if you know what I mean?" Her breath tickles against Lapsha9's ear, sending shivers down their spine.

There's an undeniable spark between them now; electric and intense. It feels almost like they're dancing again - only this time, it's a dance of seduction instead of mere physical movement. Their bodies practically radiate desire for each other, drawing everyone around them into their private little world where anything is possible...

Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she brushes a stray hair away from your face. "Oh, I've been known to be quite bold when the situation calls for it." Her fingertips trail down your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips before coming to rest on one of her own. "But don't worry, I promise I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it tonight," she says with a sultry whisper.

With that, she takes another sip of her drink before leaning in closer, her breath hot against your ear once more. "So, what do you say? Are you ready for some fun?"

With a laugh, she carries you effortlessly through the crowd to her room at the hotel. Once there, she carefully sets you down on the bed and then climbs in next to you, their bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh. "There," she says with a satisfied smile, wrapping one strong arm around your waist while using the other hand to stroke your cheek tenderly. "Now we can really get comfortable."

Her tone is soft and reassuring, but there's an undeniable heat beneath it; a primal desire that matches yours perfectly. The bed creaks gently as she shifts closer, seeking out the contact she craves with her lips and body language alone. It seems that Lapsha9 has indeed made the right choice in coming here tonight...

"Well, I've been known to have a bit of strength." She says with a grin before lowering her head and pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss. Her tongue dances against yours, tracing every contour as their hands explore each other's bodies. The bed squeaks again as they writhe together beneath the sheets, lost in a haze of desire and need.

Jacqueline moans into your mouth, her body tensing with pleasure as she feels you arching against hers in response. She breaks the kiss long enough to nip at your earlobe before whispering roughly, "Do you want more?" Her touch is both gentle and possessive; a heady mix of control and surrender that leaves Lapsha9 utterly breathless.

With a soft growl, she rolls them over so that Lapsha9 is now pinned beneath her; their bodies pressed tightly together as her hands roam freely over the mercenary's chest and stomach. Her lips trail down the other woman's neck, nipping gently at his collarbone before moving lower still. A shiver runs through Lapsha9's body as she feels Jacqueline's hot breath against her skin where it meets her panties. She nibbles softly on the lace, teasing and tormenting her lover with gentle bites that send shockwaves of pleasure through her core.

With one strong hand, Jacqueline pushes Lapsha9's pants down over their hips, revealing a smooth, muscular thigh and a neatly trimmed patch of curls. Her fingers dance across the sensitive skin, teasing and tearing at the bundle of nerves beneath until she feels Lapsha9 bucking against her touch in desperation for release. When she finally slips one finger inside, both women cry out in unison; their voices muffled by the pillow but filled with raw need.

Her movements grow faster and deeper as she works her fingers in and out of her lover's aching core, feeling Lapsha9's body tense beneath her in response to every touch. "God you feel so good," she murmurs, her voice hoarse from desire as she finds rhythm with her thrusts. "Let me hear you come apart for me."

As if this is the cue Lapsha9 needed, their hips buck wildly under Jacqueline's hand and a shudder runs through their entire body as they release into her touch; hot and wet against her fingers. With a soft moan of satisfaction, she push

Her fingers speeds up, massaging the sensitive bud as she feels her own release building within her. "That's it," she pants, her hips moving harder against Lapsha9's hand as their bodies writhe together in unison. Her vision blurs from the effort of holding back, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment - the feel of them connected, giving and taking pleasure with equal abandon.

And then it hits her, waves of pure sensation crashing over her body like a tsunami. With a broken gasp, her fingers dig deeper as she lets herself go, too - her orgasm pouring out of her in hot, sticky rushes that coat their hands and Lapsha9's abdomen. She collapses on top of them, chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath while their bodies slowly begin to steady beneath the sheets.

For a long moment, there is silence save for the sound of ragged gasps and labored breathing. Then, as if it takes all this time for the realization to sink in, Jacqueline speaks up with a soft laugh: "God... we're such animals."

Lapsha9 doesn't say anything; they seem too busy enjoying the lingering aftershocks of pleasure coursing through their bodies. Instead, they lift their head and press a gentle kiss to Jacqueline's sweaty forehead before wrapping their arms tightly around her waist in an almost protective gesture - a sign that perhaps there was more to this encounter than mere animalistic lust...