Beka Valentine angrily balled her hands into fists and slammed one of them into the nearest solid object to her, which happened to be the side of the mattress on a bunk bed. After she released her anger on the mattress, she looked around the old crew quarters that she had ust randomly stomped into.
"I do have an anger management program you could use in my VR matrix. It's much less destructive," Rommie's voice said from the top bunk, beyond Beka's range of vision.
"Rommie?" Beka asked, confused.
Rommie peered down at Beka from the top bunk. "But I know that you don't care for using the programs in my VR matrix unless it's absolutely necessary. So I have an alternative."
"What are you talking about?" Beka climbed up onto the ladder and sat on the edge of the top bunk next to Rommie.
Rommie turned to face Beka. "Why are you angry?"
"Tyr," Beka admitted. "That man infuriates me! His superior-than-thou attitude is really starting to drive me crazy, and-"
"You would like to have sex with him," Rommie interrupted, finishing Beka's sentence.
Beka was speechless, evidently shocked.
"The situation between yourself and Tyr has caused you quite a bit of sexual frustration, and more than anything else at the moment, you need release," Rommie continued.
"How do you know what I need?" Beka asked.
"You have masturbated no fewer than eight times in the past twenty-four hours," Rommie said matter-of-factly.
Beka blushed a light shade of pink. "What about privacy mode?"
"Your activities in privacy mode were made evident by your vital signs before and after."
Beka paused and suddenly changed the topic. "Well, what do you have to do with any of this?"
"You're a member of my crew, and I'm responsible for insuring the well-being of my crew. I have come to the conclusion that there is only one course of action that will return your state of well-being."
"And that would be?" Beka asked.
Rommie suddenly lunged forward and kissed Beka on her lips hard. Her crushing kiss quickly turned into a crushing embrace, and Rommie shoved Beka back against the wall at the corner of the bunk. Rommie's adept avatar hands quickly removed Beka's black leather tie-on top. A warm hand cupped one of Beka's breasts, still covered by a black satin bra.
Beka moaned into Rommie's mouth when Rommie swirled her fingers around Beka's nipple, before taking it between her fingers and pinching, twisting and pulling on it somewhat roughly. With Beka barely noticing, Rommie used her other hand to unfasten and begin to divest Beka of her pants. When the black leather pants were at knee level, Rommie turned her attention to Beka's matching black satin panties and what lay under them.
Rommie pushed the soaked fabric at the crotch of the panties aside and immediately thrust three of her fingers into Beka. Beka shivered as Rommie's thumb found her clitoris and started rubbing slow circles around it. It was only a moment before Rommie felt Beka's body spasming in orgasm around her fingers.
"Oh God," Beka whispered when Rommie moved her lips from Beka's mouth.
"Feeling better yet?" Rommie asked.
"For now," Beka replied, panting, "but I think I might need some more help with my anger management soon."
Rommie took her still wet fingers that had been inside Beka and sucked each one of them clean in a highly provocative manner. "Of course. Anger management is an ongoing process that can take years to complete."
Beka grinned. "And we definitely don't want to rush it."