2 weeks later

Rey swung her hips, watching the offworlder's gaze roam her body. Niima said something in Huttese - she caught the word girl in there somewhere - and the offworlder chuckled and stroked his graying beard. She continued dancing, running her hands over the thin fabric of her bikini the way Tusani had taught her. The offworlder leaned back in his seat and patted his lap.

"Take a seat, girl," he said.

Niima nodded her permission.

Approaching him, Rey sat down in his lap and **** herself to breathe slowly as he began stroking her bare thigh. The usual feelings of disgust were almost imperceptible, and she found herself thanking her luck that this one was human. At least his hand was warm and not slimy.

"I have to apologize, Lady Niima, but I've been told my Huttese is somewhat broken," he said. His hand brushed her ass. "As your mercs recently found out, I have a large **** of my own. No doubt you would be able to overpower us, but not without significant cost."

Niima said something, and he laughed.

"Of course. I treat my own men in much the same way. But would it not be simpler to make a deal? You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours?" He squeezed her ass, and she felt his bulge harden and press against her.

Niima responded in Huttese. The offworlder glanced at the protocol droid, who translated, "The merciful Niima agrees with your proposition, and suggests that you give her a tithe of 20 percent of your earnings, starting with the score you stole from her."

"Steal? I wouldn't dare!" Putting a hand on Rey's cheek, he turned her face to his. This close, she could smell the **** stick on his breath. "5 percent."

"15."

"10," he said. He wasn't that ugly, she supposed. There was something about his weathered face and the silver streaks in his hair that would have almost been attractive, if he tidied up his beard and took a bath or three. "Anything more would bankrupt me."

Niima said something in a low tone that Rey was beginning to learn signaled her impatience, and pointed a slimy hand at Rey. "13. And the girl is yours for the night."

The offworlder looked at her for a moment and placed his hands deliberately on her breasts. "Hmm." He made a show of cupping her breasts, as if considering the offer carefully, but the hardness of his cock underneath her told her that the outcome was never in doubt. "Deal."