Chapter 3 - Tape 2

“It's good to hear from you Shepard. I hope the Alliance isn’t treating you too badly,” Miranda said.

“Well when you blow up a mass relay, which then results in an entire batarian system being wiped out, it kinda causes a lot of intergalactic uhh...drama,” Shepard replied.

“I can imagine. It was a costly measure, but if what you said was true about the Reapers using it as a quicker access to the rest of the galaxy, I’d say you made the right decision in the end.”

“Yeah...doesn’t quite feel that way. I’m basically on lockdown til the Alliance figures something out with the Council. It's weird, but I feel more like a prisoner here than I did working for Cerberus. Is it weird to be nostalgic about those days?”

“I certainly miss the crew. Can’t say I enjoyed the possibility of dying on numerous missions, or hearing the Illusive Man lie to us so many times.”

“Wonder what that prick is up to. You know what, forget, let’s talk about something else. What have you been up to out there? Staying safe I hope,” he asked.

“As safe as one can be when you’re on the run from Cerberus and your own father. But I found a...reputable company to work for, so I’m protected at least. It’s different but I’ve found that change can be good. Think I got that from you Commander.”

“Well that’s great to hear. Oriana good as well?”

“I’ve still got her under protection, don’t want to take any chances with my father or Cerberus.”

“Need any funds? I’m on lockdown, but I can still spend credits at least,” Shepard offered.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I’ve got it covered. My new job pays quite well.”

“Alright. Think I would have gotten used to you saying you can take care of yourself by now. I gotta get going now. Take care Miranda.”

“Same to you Commander,” she replied. The call window closed, leaving the woman to look at the apps behind it. Her numbers for her debut movie had kept growing over the last few weeks, but they were finally starting to slow down. She’d already paid off the mercenaries watching over her sister for the month, and had plenty of credits left over. Enough so that she’d started...another venture.

She opened an audio only chat, and pinged a contact on her list. Soon the sound of another woman could be heard.

“Gorgon twelve reporting,” the voice said.

“How is your operation going, Twelve?” Miranda inquired.

“Infiltration successful, leadership unaware. Will make a full report in seventy two hours.”

“Good. Medusa out,” she said, closing the call.

Medusa...she just had to stick to Greek mythology, a sort of subtle way of saying ‘fuck you’ to the Illusive Man. She started with her old contacts, now that she could afford to pay them, then expanded into female gang members that didn’t like their positions. Eclipse, Blue Suns, even a few grumbling krogans from the Blood Pack had accepted her offer. She’d even managed to wrangle some former Cerberus operatives, courtesy of her old colleague Jacob Taylor, who was also on the run. The two had exchanged communications, but agreed it was best to avoid contact with each other for now.

In just a matter of weeks, she’d created her own little spy network so well, even Liara’s Shadow Broker network would be a bit jealous of its rapid growth. But such growth did drain credits rather quickly, so she knew it was high time she got back to work.

She hit up another contact for a video call, and soon a familiar face with shades appeared on her screen.

“Miri babe! It’s been a while. You took your sweet time to call me back finally,” Ozzy said with a grin.

“Ozzy. I apologize, but I’ve been busy. That first film gave me quite the windfall to spend.”

“I get it, you get surprised with a large income, and suddenly you go on a spending spree. Reminds me of when them old Earth governments used to make us pay taxes. What a fucking dumb system that was. But spending those tax returns sure was nice. Anyway nostalgia aside, I take it this means you’re ready to fulfill the next part of your contract?”

“It is. Last time we spoke, you mentioned a lot of folks were looking to work with me.”

“Were is definitely the word to describe that. You taking a few weeks off definitely dissuaded some of them. Made a lot of them think you were a one-hit wonder. I knew you’d come back eventually, just some of them...well let’s say they were really itching to get into you when they saw that first flick.”

“So I disappointed a lot of them. Got it. So what do you have for me?” she asked.

“That eager huh? Well...we picked up a new guy a few days ago. Pretty young kid, just became legal a few days ago. And as soon as he did, his dear ol daddy went and traded him to some batarian slavers.”

“That’s horrible,” she remarked.

“Indeed. Thankfully before he was chained up and ready to go, a scout of ours bought him for the company. We bought his contract, tore it up, and gave him a new one with us. But suffice to say he’s a bit nervous about the whole thing.”

“I see. What did you have in mind for us?”

“Well the kid’s a biotic but he ain’t very skilled at it. And since you’re a proclaimed expert on the subject, I figured you could give him a little...private lesson.”

“A teacher-student film? Quite the taboo you’re touching on there, Oz.”

“Well the more dirty the kink, the more clicks you’re likely gonna get. So why don’t ya head on down to the studio and we’ll discuss it with the kid, capeesh?”

“On my way,” she said. The call shut off, leaving her in the silence of the room.

“Time to get back on stage, Miss Lawless,” she said to herself.


About an hour later, Miranda was back in the company building, picking out a meal at the commissary. She hadn’t visited the recreational area of the business before, having gone home after her first shoot. The cafeteria was wide, about the size of a gymnasium, housing several hundred employees. There were directors, cameramen, behind the scenes workers like audio and video editors, and of course other actors and actresses like herself. Once she’d chosen her delectable of choice, a grilled ham and cheese sandwich along with a soft drink, she heard a familiar voice.

“Miri babe! Over here!” Ozzy called out. She spotted him at a small three-person table, waving her over. She walked over to him, passing another table that seated Jax, the krogan nodding his head at her as she went by.

“Finest piece of human ass I ever had,” he chortled, evoking a few looks from the others he was eating with. It was odd, she had gotten used to people staring at her for her whole life due to her looks, most usually with foul intentions. But this was probably the first time she’d been completely at ease knowing there were eyes on her.

She sat down by Ozzy, the director looking over her shoulder at her colleagues.

“Nice to see Jax is still selling you to his buddies,” he said. “Hope you didn’t feel weirded out by that. That’s basically his way of trying to get you more work.”

“I figured that. Might look different on the outside, but signals are easy to interpret when you’ve seen so many,” she replied.

“Indeed. Now if I could just spot our partner for today...ah there he is. Jason!,” he called out, waving another in their direction.

A few seconds later, the third seat at their table was filled, a young dark-skinned man sitting down.

“Jason, Miranda. Miranda, Jason.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Jason,” Miranda said courteously, reaching out a hand to shake. However, she was left hanging, the kid looking quite nervous, his eyes looking down at his meal.

“Jay ya gotta have manners if you wanna work here. The lady offered you a handshake, take it. She won’t bite,” Ozzy said, stuffing a few fries in his mouth as he spoke. Encouraged, he shook Miranda’s hand gingerly, then returned to his meal, a chicken sandwich.

“Good intros are done. Now let’s get down to business. As I discussed with you earlier, we’re looking at a biotic lesson between student and teacher that gets a bit more personal. But I’m aiming to make this appear a bit more natural, so here’s what we’re gonna do. The film is gonna be shot from Jason’s point of view, and I will not be directing him at all,” Ozzy explained.

“Wait what? Then who’s going to tell him what to do?” Miranda questioned. Ozzy just grinned as he looked at her.

“You are, I’m giving you the reins on this one. You’ll be playing a more dominant role, so you’ll dictate the pace of the scene. I’ll be there to start, but once it starts getting hot and heavy, I’m gonna take a backseat and it’ll be you calling the shots from there on. Think you can handle that?” he asked.

“I think so. I’m more concerned about him though,” Miranda said, gesturing to the young man.

“Jay...if you don’t wanna do this, that’s okay, we’ll find another job for you here. Something basic like custodial work or something. But I got a good feeling about you, which is why I asked for ya. Could ya look at us please?” Ozzy asked. The kid looked up, his eyes finally meeting Miranda’s.

“Jason I understand your nervousness. About a month ago, I was in a similar position to you. I was broke, directionless, and needing a purpose. And yes this place was an adjustment, but it's been a positive one for me. All you have to do is trust me, and I’ll get you through this, ok?” she said, placing a hand on his.

He took a deep breath. “Ok,” he murmured quietly.

“Wonderful. I’m gonna go get the floor ready, so why don’t you two get acquainted a bit more while ya eat? Okay? Okay,” Ozzy said, finishing off his meal before zipping off to the elevators.

The two continued to eat in silence, until finally Miranda decided to break the ice.

“So do you hate your father too?” she asked.

The question made Jason pause for a brief moment, before he took another bite of his sandwich. “More than you know...what did yours do?” he replied.

“Genetically made me to be a perfect little doll, then made a sister, then tried to control every aspect of my life. You?”

“Slavery...not sure who got the shittier end of the stick.”

“Well the best way you can stick it to him now, is by doing this job well, and making so much money, you’ll have your dad begging to have you back. And then you can say whatever you want to him. That sound good?” she said, raising her drink. The craziness of that statement actually got a chuckle from the young man. He picked up his glass in response, clinking it against hers.

“Here’s to saying ‘fuck you daddy’,” he said.

Once they’d finished their lunch, the two proceeded to the elevators, Miranda noticing that the young man was walking more steadily now. She smiled, pleased that she’d gotten him to feel relaxed. A quick trip up several floors led them to the ‘working area’, essentially the prep room for everyone before they went to the Fuck Dome. There were dozens of seats for makeup, racks of costumes wheeled around, and a number of directors running down the aisles, looking for their actors.

“There you guys are!” Ozzy said, being one of those running directors. “So, we all good and prepped?”

“Indeed. I’d say he’s ready for this,” Miranda said, giving Jason a nod of approval.

“Peachy. Well then Jay, allow me to lead you to the male end of the makeup area, Miranda you’re off to the right there. Keep walking straight, my assistant will spot you when you’re there. Once you’re done, head up to floor forty two for the shoot,” he pointed out, taking the young man with him down another aisle.

Miranda strolled down the designated lane, glancing at all the other colleagues that were getting ready. Asari pulling on tights, krogans getting fluffed, a sight that she had to cover a laugh at as she passed them, and fellow humans putting on realistic looking uniforms of various gangs. 

“Hello Miss Lawless,” a young human female called out to her. Miranda moved over to her, taking a seat in the offered chair.

“So second shoot, is it? How are you feeling? I’m Rachel by the way,” the assistant said quickly, as her hands moved fast, using a variety of tools to spruce up Miranda’s face. Granted she needed very little touching up, a benefit of those perfect genes, but she appreciated the process nonetheless.

“Bit of a switch. I was a bit nervous going into my first film, but now I’ve got to guide a new guy through his.”

“Oh that’s interesting. Student-teacher film from what Ozzy told me. Okay I think that’s it for your face. Hair looks perfect.” Miranda had to resist making a face at that one. “Okay now strip.”

“Pardon?” she said.

“Well you’ve gotta put your outfit on for this shoot. You’re a teacher, remember, and not an ordinary one either.”

“We’re not exactly in private quarters here,” she said, looking around them.

“We’re all professionals here, Miranda. And ninety percent of the people in this room take their clothes off on a regular basis. You’ll be fine. Come on now. Everything but the bra and panties,” Rachel prompted. Miranda followed suit, disrobing the clothes she currently had on. She could still sense eyes going on her, but then eventually felt that feeling go away, as the others around them took a quick glance, then went right back to their own affairs.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Now then, here’s your outfit,” Rachel said, holding out a hanger.

She stared at the outfit for a moment before giving off a shrug. A short white shirt that was tied in the middle, which still showed off a bit of her black bra underneath. Alongside that a red miniskirt with straps that went over her shoulders. A pair of white knee-length leggings, completing with black high heel shoes.

“Not gonna be the typical lesson I see,” she said, taking the hanger and putting on the outfit piece by piece.
“Just be sure to play it up real nice. Oh one more thing,” Rachel said as Miranda finished putting on the shoes. She placed a pair of glasses on her. “There. Now you’re officially Miss Lawless, the top biotic instructor at Grissom Academy. If I could give a tip, when you take them off eventually, bite the end of one of the sides there. Do it right, and you’ll have the viewers eating out of the palm of your hand,” she said with a smile.

“Thanks Rachel, see you later,” Miranda said, leaving the area and heading for the elevator. As she pressed the call button, she was joined by Jason, now dressed in a student academy uniform.

“You look nice...teach,” he said. While she couldn’t see the blush, she could definitely tell just based on his tone that it was there.

“Thank you,” she said as they stepped inside.


“Heyyyyyyyy you two look great!” Ozzy exclaimed as the duo stepped into the Fuck Dome. Jason as expected was looking around in awe, while Miranda merely waited for the scene to be set up.

“Alright Jason, your seat is over there,” Ozzy pointed out, a mass in the room forming a desk-chair.

“Now here’s your basis. Miss Lawless here has kept our rookie biotic here after class for a private tutoring session. His father’s a right prick, but he gives a lot of money to the school, so it's imperative that he succeed. The lesson progresses, Miranda will notice that the young man is paying less attention to the lesson and more attention to your body. You’ll then decide the best way to progress is just to get the fantasy out of the way now. All clear?”

“Got it.”

“And remember, Miri’s the one in charge here, unless she decides otherwise. Have fun kids,” he said as he backed up.

“Configuration: Petra Nebula, Vetus, Grissom Academy, classroom,” he declared. The Fuck Dome went into operation, flashing white as the tech went to work, creating multiple desks, including a large one for the teacher, a holographic blackboard, windows, and a door with the words ‘Biotics for Beginners: Miranda Lawless’ written on it.

“And…action,” Ozzy’s voice rang out.

Miranda let out a sigh. “Jason...do you know why you’re still here?” she asked.

“I’m not entirely sure Miss Lawless,” he replied nervously.

“This academy is meant to educate young humans and hone their biotic potential. Many come to this school already knowing how to at least lift and throw. Usually by accident when they first discover their powers. You on the other hand, have been here for several weeks now and can barely move a teacup.”

“It's a beginners class though, is it really that important that I get it that quickly?”

“Ordinarily, no. But your father donated quite the large amount to the academy to garner your admission. Should you fail to show progression, he may very well pull his funding. That being said,” she stated, her hand glowing blue. The desk Jason sat at lifted off the ground, the teacher pulling him towards her suddenly,  stopping the movement with a stretched out leg.

“You are not going to leave this room until you can use your biotics properly,” she said. Jason’s eyes couldn’t help but wander, as the angle at which Miranda had used her leg was giving a very nice view of the black panties she had on under that short skirt.

Her brow furrowed as she caught where his eyes were looking and flicked a finger, repelling the desk and student back several feet.

“I really hope you’re joking,” she said.

“About what?” he replied. The teacher sighed in annoyance, strolling across the room before standing in front of him. There was a moment of silence before she suddenly raised a leg, jabbing her heel into his crotch.

“GAH!” he cried out.

“That. You have a hardon.”

“And a rather sizable one at that,” she thought to herself.

“Have you any idea how inappropriate that is? Not only that, such a distraction can easily affect your concentration in using biotic techniques. We’re going to have to deal with this before we can progress. Take your pants off,” Miranda ordered.

She turned around and gave him a moment. When she turned back, she saw that the student hadn’t moved a muscle. She rolled her eyes, her hand glowing once again, and his pants along with the briefs underneath slid right off, exposing his lower half.

“Oh my. I can see why Ozzy wanted you now,” she thought upon seeing what Jason was packing. An impressive thirteen inches, his cock was pulsing, eager to be touched.

“Hmm...how to play this out? Could just ride him off til the sun sets, but that wouldn’t be very educational. Perhaps I should order him to do all the motions...but don’t think that’d play out too well if the film is going from his point of view. Wait...I think I got it...make him earn it,” she concluded.

“Here’s the deal. I find that temptation is the best motivator,” the teacher began, walking back across the room. “I’m going to give you a pop quiz on biotics. Get a question wrong, I push you away. Get it right however and I’ll move towards you...and remove a piece of clothing.”

Jason’s eyebrow shot up at the offer. He nodded in agreement. “What happens when you run out of clothes though?”

“When? Someone’s confident…let’s begin then. What is the basis of biotic powers?” she asked.

“Uhh...they’re superpowers?” he guessed, which quickly resulted in him shooting backwards a few feet.

“Mass effect fields that we manipulate using amplifiers. You better try harder, or I’m going to lock you in here to stay until the janitor finds you in the morning. Next question: what material is commonly associated with biotic usage?”

Jason paused for a few seconds before he started to talk. “Hmm...element...uhh...zero?,” he answered.

“Hmm...correct,” Miranda said, unbuckling one of her shoes after taking a step forward. A dejected groan came from the student. “Oh you thought you’d get to these that easily? Have to work harder than that. How many levels of biotic implants have existed?”

“Oh I know this one! Five,” he called out quickly. 

“Very good, that was a trick question. Had you said nine, which is the number of types there are, you’d be moving backwards right now,” she explained, clipping off her other shoe and taking another step.

“What illegal substance is used to boost biotic powers to dangerous levels?”

“Uhh...crack?” The desk moved back again.

“Red sand. This one’s a multi-part, so I’ll give you two points if you get it right. What three categories do biotic techniques generally fall under?”

This one took several minutes in silence as he pondered the question. As he thought on it, Miranda couldn’t help but look down at his throbbing erection. The anticipation was killing him...as well as her. The thought of taking that long...black...hard cock in her mouth and taking it all the way down her throat was salivating, and she had to will her nipples to not get hard.

“Am I right?” she heard him ask.

“What?” she said, blinking rapidly. Evidently in her throes of fantasy, she’d missed him answering the question.

“Telekinesis, kinetic fields, and spatial distortion. Am I right?” he said. She gave him a focused look, giving the impression she was angry, but inwardly Miranda was jumping for joy. The teacher slowly moved the straps off of her shoulders. She turned around, giving him a splendid view as she took hold of the sides of her skirt, tugging it down bit by bit until her perfect ass was revealed, only held back by a pair of black panties. 

“Geez…” she heard behind her. She couldn’t help but smile out of view as she worked on her top next, untying the knot in the center. She stretched her arms back, letting the shirt slide down the limbs at a snail’s pace. When it reached her fingertips, she turned her head back in his direction, giving him, and the audience, a look she knew would turn heads. She could tell by the way his chest was moving up and down that it was having the desired effect.

She turned the rest of her body around, giving him the glorious sight of her supple bosom, clad in a matching black bra, and dropped the loose shirt to the floor.

“Very impressive,” she said, taking two steps forward. “What were some of the problems human biotics faced with the early generation of implants?”

“Ugh...all these questions are giving me a headache,” he said.

“Correct.”

“Wait what?” Jason said in surprise.

“Headaches are among the common issues human biotics had with the L2 implants. There are more serious ones like mental disability and at worst insanity, but I’m willing to give you that one,” she said with a smirk. “But since you got that one so quickly,” she started, taking the glasses off of her face. She then bit the end of one of the tips just as Rachel had suggested earlier. “You’ll have to settle for these,” she finished, using her biotics to propel the glasses across the distance between them, landing on his desk with a perfect landing.

“Final exam, my pupil. Get this one and you get everything and more…,” she said sensually, flexing her body seductively. ”Name every race in the galaxy that are known to have biotic potential.”

Jason gulped, knowing this would be a difficult one to answer completely. But his dick was almost demanding he get this right with the level of throbbing and heat it was giving off. He took a deep breath and started with the basics.

“Asari,” he began.

“Go on,” she encouraged, reaching behind her back, an audible click could be heard. The fabric covering her breasts moved ever so slightly.

“Oh man...humans.”

One bra strap slid off of her shoulder.

“Krogan.”

The second strap followed, but the bra remained in place. He was puzzled for a moment, then noticed Miranda’s hand was glowing, keeping that barrier in place.

“Shit...uhh...turians?” he guessed, crossing his fingers.

She didn’t respond, but he saw the glow fade, and the bra fell off completely, those wondrous breasts finally revealed. His eyes widened as she took another step closer.

“Still have more to go,” she said.

His lips were starting to get wet, and he realized he was about to drool. He shut his mouth and swallowed, trying to compose himself. Which was really difficult with his dick about to explode at any moment.

“Batarians.”

Miranda placed her thumbs on her hips, slowly sliding them down until they dug into her panties, stopping there.

“Drell.”

She turned and bent over, presenting her rear end as the panties were pulled down, her pussy and asshole exposed. The fabric fell to her feet, and she stepped out of them and moved forward once more. She was so close...he wanted to just lunge out of his chair at her, but he knew he had to pass the test. Otherwise she’d just fling him around the room like a toy.

“The volus.”

At this, she moved right in front of him. Both of her hands glowed as she made a quick ripping motion with them. The desk portion of his chair split apart, the pieces flying across the room. She waited.

“Shit still more? Running out of races here…” he thought.

“Vorcha,” a voice whispered in his head.

“Vorcha?” he said aloud in confusion. His confusion quickly switched back to satisfaction, as the teacher mounted him, her chest so close to his face, he was dying to dive into her cleavage. Her butt was even more tempting, his cock being so rigid, it was sticking straight up between her cheeks.

“You’re almost there Jason, just a few more,” she cooed in his ear.

“Varren and rachni. Have fun kid,” the voice in his head said, and it finally clicked for him.

“The rachni,” he groaned. She raised an eyebrow at that, and he feared he’d been set up for failure. Those fears were quickly dashed as she leaned in, and the teacher and students' lips met. Their tongues twisted about each other as they sampled each other's saliva. When they broke apart, they could read it in the others face: they were totally ready to fuck each others brains out.

“One more.”

“Va...varren,” he uttered. He could barely register the glow in her hand, as his head shot forward, Miranda forcing him right into her breasts. The warmth, the feel, it was like the most comforting pillow ever. It reminded him of his old home...he let out a soft sigh as he reached around to hug her. Amazingly she let it happen, allowing the warmth of his embrace.

“Good boy…” she said, brushing the top of his head gently. “Now...are you ready to earn your extra credit?”

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice still muffled by her cleavage.

“You’ve seen several examples of me using my biotics...now I want you to use yours. Lift me,” she ordered, releasing her controlled grip on his head.

“What? I...I don’t know if I can,” he said, looking up at her like a lovesick puppy.

“You’ve gotten more than enough motivation. But if you really need one more push...if you can lift me...you can drop me...onto this,” she said, squeezing her cheeks around his cock. It took everything he had to not cum right then and there.
“Really?”

“In any hole you want,” she said seductively, biting his ear.

The young student closed his eyes, and tried his best to slow his breathing down and ignore the raging feeling in his crotch. He raised his hands, attempting to concentrate on her body as a mass, and not as a perfect body he wanted to ravage with every fiber of his being.

“Think of it like you’re just moving rocks,” a voice whispered to him. He thought it was the same voice that had been feeding him the answers. But it soon hit him that it was Miranda actually giving him advice. She wanted it just as much as he did.

Taking her words to heart, his hands glowed blue, and the teacher’s eyes widened in surprise as she found herself actually being lifted. She smiled with delight as she floated off the ground, caressing her student’s face.

“Congratulations Jason. Now then...take your reward,” she said. He opened his eyes and looked down, unsure of what to do. His lift wasn’t exactly keeping her still, so he decided to throw caution to the wind, and released the lift.

Pleasure immediately enveloped the both of them. Jason from getting his cock into a hole at last, and Miranda from experiencing a new kind of pleasure as her asshole had been penetrated and spread open.

“God...so big,” she remarked.

“So tight...can...can I move now Miss Lawless?” he asked.

“You earned it...go nuts,” she answered. She felt his hands grab onto her hips, and the young man began to lift her physically, slamming her down onto his pole.

“Yes! Ruin my tight little asshole!,” she yelled. She threw her head back, howling in pleasure. She felt wetness on her chest, recognizing it as Jason sucking at her nipples. She bit her bottom lip in response. “That’s it, suck those titties. You’ve just been staring at them the whole time in class haven’t you?” she asked.

“Yes...they’re perfect..everything about you is perfect,” he said, hungrily switching from one breast to the other.

“Yes I am...but right now I want you to make my ass imperfect, make it so it never goes back to normal! Ream my asshole harder!” she ordered. He followed suit, clasping his hands behind her back, making her lean forward as he lowered his position in the chair. This allowed him to give more support to his legs, as he started to grind his hips into her at a rapid pace.

“That’s it! Keep it up...I’m getting close,” she said, her hot breath on his neck spurring him on. He continued to pound her hips with a ferocity she wouldn’t have expected him to have had a few hours ago. 

“I’ve been on the brink this entire time. I just wanna blow everything inside your tight ass. Can I Miss Lawless?” he requested.

“You don’t even need to ask, fill my ass up!,” Miranda demanded.

After a few more moments of ass pounding, both student and teacher exclaimed at the same time. “CUMMING,” they said in unison. Her open pussy gushed out fluids while simultaneously her ass received a flood of semen into her body. Once the orgasm period was over, Jason’s flaccid cock exiting her butthole, she collapsed onto him, the student holding her tight with his hands gripped firmly on her ass cheeks, spreading the gaping hole he’d left over.

“Aaaaaaaaand cut,” Ozzy said, the room flashing as it returned to normal. The director walked over to the duo, still entangled with each other.

“Aww did you kids tucker each other out?” he teased. Miranda glanced in his direction, giving him an ‘oh you’ look. She climbed off of Jason, who truly looked out of it.

“Think I might’ve teased him too long. He came so hard, I think he exhausted himself.”

“Shit with the way you performed, I got the feeling a lot of viewers are gonna end up the same way. Solid work, Miri. Why don’t ya head out? I’ll stay here till he regains his faculties. Then I’ll treat him to dinner. Think he earned a good meal,” he said with a grin.

“Indeed. You sure know how to pick em,” she replied, departing the room.


A short time later, she was back in her luxury apartment, watching her new film do numbers. ‘Hot Biotic Teacher Teases and Fucks Her Hung Student’ was skyrocketing, already nearing her first film. Evidently she’d been very anticipated by many. She considered not taking such a large break between the next film.

She reached behind her to massage her bare ass. Though she played it up for the scene, her ass would eventually go back to its normal tight state. Perfect genes...she wondered if her father ever imagined that it would be used in such a way. Every anal scene would be like her first time all over again. The thought alone was very enticing.

A call suddenly chimed in, and she saw it was from Oriana. She quickly made herself decent, throwing on a bathrobe, then accepted the call, her identical twin’s face appearing on screen.

“Hey Miri,” she said, waving hello.

“Hey there Ori, how are you?”

“Good. I’m actually gonna graduate soon, and I wanted your advice on something.”

“Oh? What would that be?”

“I think I want to join the Alliance.”

Miranda was taken aback. “That’s a surprise. Where did this come from?”

“Well...remember when you saved me back on Ilium? You and Commander Shepard that is. I’ve always felt grateful for that, and I want to repay that help. I know he’s back on Earth so maybe there’s a chance I could get assigned to the Normandy.”

“That’s a pretty high hope Ori.”

“And that’s why I really called you. Given that you served with him, perhaps you could contact him and ask if he could put in a good word for me?”

Miranda opened her mouth, about to warn her that it was a long shot, but stopped herself short. She didn’t want to try and dictate her path like their father had. “I’ll do my best,” she simply replied.

“Thanks Miri! I gotta go now, love ya sis, bye!” she said, waving goodbye. Miranda waved in response before the call closed.

Pleasures aside, it truly warmed her heart to know her sister was safe, and with any luck, might not even need paid protection if she ended up with Shepard. She could think of no better protector.

Graduation was still a ways off though, and there was still a chance her father or Cerberus could pull something at the ceremony. She typed up a quick message to send to Ozzy.

Hey Ozzy, hope dinner with Jason went well. I’ve made a decision regarding the final film in my contract…

Make it a big one.


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Goddamn...I dunno how I keep doing it, but I just keep on typing and next thing ya know, I've got possibly the single biggest chapter I've written thus far. Hope ya'll enjoyed the teasing and butt fun. I'm hoping to give Miranda a pretty grand finale, but its time to back to Grunt's harem adventures, so stay tuned :)


