"look, you wanted to fuck, let's just get to it."

You waste no time with these silly rituals. You have a schedule and you need to keep it.

He smiles, seemingly surprised that his charm had worked so well.

"Alright, I like a direct woman, this way..." he gestures you towards his bedroom.

"You'll like this woman, that's for sure," you smirk as you seductively remove your clothing and perch yourself on his bed suggestively.

He wastes little time pulling down his trousers, and his green genitals come spilling out. His phallus is long and snakelike, and very dark green. His green sack hangs, low and pendulously. He approaches you, slips between your legs, and brings his long mouth to your face.

You 'kiss' as best you can, but you soon realize the sensation really isn't that pleasant. Instead, you begin to pull your face up and moan. His mouth gets to work slurping on your neck, which you find you rather like, as his cock rubs along your folds. You begin to moisten and grow wet, as he grows hard, and after a quick application of lube and a condom, he pushes himself into you.

"I like it rough," you say with a smirk, and he seems happy to oblige. You bite your lower lip, there's something so incredibly hot about fucking a random lowlife you found in a bar. He grunts and bucks, thrusting into you as you feel his pleasure building.

It's not long before his grunts quicken and he begins to shake, spasming and cumming while he grabs your body.

"That's right, fuck me like a back alley whore," you say as he takes his pleasure from your body. You smile, your naked body glistening with sweat as you decouple with the green alien. You check your holowatch, you don't have much time. You make a quick excuse about needing to be somewhere as you gather your clothing. He doesn't seem to respond and suddenly, you hear a click. You turn around to see that he has a blaster!

A flash of light follows, and the front of your body erupts into heat and pain. You fall to the ground on your back, your body growing numb.

His blaster must've been on stun, because while you can't move any of your limbs, you aren't dead.

"Thanks for the shag, hon." You see Gordo towering over you, as he looks down at you with his massive eyes, scrutinizing you. He rummages through your sack as you lie there, unable to move, and then he produces the box.

"Ah, this is exactly as Durga the Hutt told me it would be," he smirks. "You're a rather easy mark, you know."

You find his smugness very irritating, but you are too confused to truly understand what's happening.

"I'll be paid well when Durga sees what I've brought him. Sweet dreams," he places a wet cloth over your face as you inhale the scent of powerful chemicals and your consciousness slips and fades.