Take your choise...
Dylan turned Beka, "We're going on a diplomatic mission this weekend, you, me and Harper."
"But I don't like diplomatic missions!" Beka grimaced.
"Look! We're going and that's final."
"Do I have to go... I really don't want to go!"
"Right I'll give you three choices... 1 You come on the mission with me and Harper... 2 You give me a BLOW JOB.... 3 or you take it up the ass!"
"But I don't want to do any of those things!" Beka grimaces again.
"I've given you three options.. You'll HAVE to do one of them! I'm going to the hanger to prep the Maru, when I come back I expect you to have made up your mind!"
Beka sat to think it over.
Twenty minutes later Dylan came back, "Well! What have you decided? diplomatic mission with me and Harper, BLOW JOB, or ass?"
Beka complained some more and finally made up her mind, "O.K. I'll give you a blow job!"
"Great!" Dylan dropped his pants.
Beka got on her knees to do the business. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at Dylan, "Oh! It tastes absolutely disgusting... It tastes all shitty!"
"Yes!" He nodded "Harper didn't want to go on the mission either..."
The End