Babara never broke eye contact with Xzavier. She kept her eyes fixed on him with the disturbing focus of a serpent cornering its prey. But that wasn't the only thing that was serpentine about her in that moment. As she spoke, she ran her hands across her shoulders, gently edging herself out of her incredibly short dress.

"I need more than you word Xzavier…"

Xzavier was no dummy. He already knew where this was headed. He knew this type of women. If he were to out rightly decline her incredibly tempting offer, there was no telling what she might do. She didn't look like she would handle rejection well. She might end up taking it as a slight and burn him along with Quaid. He had to be careful. Thinking she might shy away from a direct confrontation, Xzavier stepped forward intimidatingly and asked her directly.

"What are you asking exactly Babara?" he growled, "What do you wa--"

"I want you to make me feel like a woman…I want you to make love to me Xzavier!" as these words brazenly flew out of her mouth, the remains of her black dress dropped to the floor with a silent thud.

Xzavier found himself staring at a completely naked Babara. Her small, portable breasts hung firm on her chest. Her bold, inviting brown nipples were hard already. His eyes traced the rest of her milky white body. It seemed like the bogus skirts she wore all the time hid her well-developed pelvis. Her thighs were more beefy than Xzavier had initially thought. On her waist line, where her underwear should have been was a cleanly shaved pubis. She wasn't even wearing any panties!

Xzavier was stunned by that last bit. He had been with her the whole time, right from outdoors to this point. Had she actually come out to stalk him without wearing any underwear? Xzavier tried to subject his feelings under his will, but for some reason, he found himself getting excited by that revelation.

While Xzavier's mind tumbled from the inside out, and while his eyes ran all over her body, Babara stepped forward in a brazen manner, bringing herself much closer to him until she could touch him by stretching out her arms.

"Listen to me Xzavier, It's not that I don't trust you…" she took his left hand in her hand and put two of his fingers in her mouth. Babara sensually wetted both fingers, removed them, and lowered them towards her pussy, all the while maintaining eye contact, and still speaking slowly."But I have to be careful. What if you report me to the governor?"

Xzavier tried to open his mouth to speak, but Babara placed her free hand of his lips, shushing him. Next, she gracefully parted her legs, and with her other hand which was still holding on to Xzavier's two wet fingers, she used them to graze the outermost part of her pussy. Xzavier was awed. Babara took foreplay to a whole other level. Still maintaining a diabolic eye contact with Xzavier, she continued to speak;

"What if you betray me Xzavier? Huh? What if I die?"

Xzavier wasn't sure what to say at this point. It was clear that she didn't want him to speak. His fingers were grazing the outer part of her pussy even in that moment, and even worse, her bold black eyes had locked themselves with his own eyes in what seemed like an unbreakable gaze. He decided to keep quiet and let it play out.

"…so," Babara continued. Her voice had dropped, almost to a low light moan now. "..this is the only way I can be sure…" she lifted up her leg slightly, put her foot on Xzavier's own foot, and slipped his fingers inside her pussy. She whimpered slightly, almost trembling, and bit down on her lower lip. All the while, maintaining that terribly sinister eye contact with Xzavier.

Xzavier on the other hand felt the warmth of her insides welcome his fingers. She was soft, slushy and incredibly creamy. But above all, one other thing stood out- Xzavier couldn't get over how tight she was!

Babara continued to use his fingers, gently removing and placing them as she guided the tempo herself. It wasn't the typical scene one would see on a first encounter between two people, but it was happening either way, and Babara was fully in control. In between groans, she let out bits and pieces of loose sentences.

"So…this…is…why…you…must…do…this…" she trembled slightly as she guided his fingers to her own unique spot. "Only when it's all in the open…the governor will not believe you because of what we are about to do…"

Xzavier was intrigued by all this. The fact was he didn't want to sleep with Babara. It wasn't because he didn't find her attractive, the secretary was in her own league when it came to physique. She was actually pretty, and almost irresistible when out of clothes. But if he refused to do this, he knew that he wasn't going to get out of this place. His mind began to brainstorm. Xzavier knew that he had to figure something out before things got out of hand.

While Xzavier hesitated, as Babara leaned her naked self on his chest, moaning and groaning as she used his hands to masturbate, Xzavier got the final push he needed.

"Major Mace, be advised- you are mandated to make this female one of your harem. Please note, this task must be completed."

If Xzavier had doubted the fact that the military system had a sense of sadistic sarcasm, he didn't doubt it anymore. This time, its timely intervention showed that it was indeed invested in his pleasure.

Xzavier cursed silently. And acquiesced to whatever it was that Babara had lined up in store for him.

Babara was a different breed entirely, and it showed in the way and manner she handled intimacy. As a lady who had undergone many hardships and trials at the hands of mostly men, she had completely ruled out affection from her life and focused solely on her career. But over the past couple of weeks, this had changed dramatically.

She had watched Xzavier closely, and slowly, without her consent, a strange feeling began to stir in her. Towards the end of her surveillance, all Babara knew was that she had to have him to herself. Having him in her apartment had been a real stroke of luck. But either way, it had happened. And Babara, being the tenacious and opportunistic person that she was, wasn't willing to simply let this slide. She was determined to have him, on her own terms. Even if it meant blackmailing or guilt tripping him.

Still standing, and with her head on his chest, she slipped her small hands into Xzavier's breeches. She didn't need to go too far, her hand found his long hard cock and she whimpered as she felt its girth and budding heat. She began to tug slowly at first, and then increased her tempo.

Suddenly, she shoved Xzavier violently. Xzavier's stamina was strong, so he didn't budge. But he got the feeling that she wanted him to sit back on the couch. So, he took a step back, sat down and reclined on the couch to enjoy the show. It was getting pretty dark outside, so the lighting in the room began to dim by the minute. But it was just perfect for the situation. Babara's milky white body slithered over to his direction and dropped down to her knees.

Xzavier still had his breeches on for some reason, so Babara went hard at work to undoing his trousers. Thankfully, the garments of that era wasn't as complicated as modern zippers, in two swift movements, she was able to free Xzavier's long hot rod from the shackles of his breeches. She took a moment to get a good look at it. She took her time because she knew she would need to remember it for much later on.

Finally, she nervously took Xzavier's cock with both hands and started to stroke it from top to bottom. From her movements, Xzavier knew that this was most likely her first time. Babara was the type that studied and worked hard to excel at everything. Even though she had never actually done this before, she had read up on volumes and volumes of the art of sexual pleasure, hoping to arm herself with this knowledge in the event that she decided to go all in one day.

But as she soon found out, theory and practical weren't necessarily the same thing. Her movements lacked the precision and grace that came with experience. She was trying her best to appear skillful and knowing, but Xzavier soon picked up on her nervousness. So, he decided to take charge. He stopped her gently, picked her up from her squatting position and lay her down on the couch.

The feeling of being handled so gently was strange to Babara. As someone who had been self-sufficient for so long, being babied like this was out of the norm for her. She still wanted Xzavier badly, and her own forceful and domineering personality fought against being the submissive in this scenario. But Xzavier was the real dominant here. The scales of power had tipped in his favor, placing him in charge. He asserted his role with his next move.

His big body climbed onto her, as a stallion would mount a mare, and spread her legs wider to accommodate his lower waist. The couch was a bit constrained in terms of space, and didn't give much room for maneuvering, so, Xzavier grabbed one of the pillows and gently placed it under Babara's waist for easy penetration.