Quadricep of Tricep

This gorgon was like no other
Her pants were tight, her head plasmatic,
And her security clearance was a full 9 digits longer than any I had seen.

Her name was Factorius.
She was moon puddles, weigh stations,
And ulcerated orgasms.

First on her lips was the order:
She needed x-amount (in grams!) of this toxin and y-amount of these currencies.
And the drop had to be made at her home.

Sweat gathered behind my teeth.