Fast forward to the Sector 6 space port

Samantha was relieved when they finally made it back to the space port. While the lawlessness of Sector 6 made it a haven for pirate crews such as the Lady's, it also meant that it was hardly safe to walk its streets alone. As always though, Samantha had taken precautions to make sure she'd get to her destination and back without incident: a blaster holstered on her hip in case she'd have to defend herself, a scarf to cover her face and a black, hooded cloak doing the same for her body, and Mr. Dvagh walking next to her, looking as tough and menacing as ever. Even in Sector 6, there were few people around willing to tangle with a Rizhez if they could avoid it.

“Want me to wait outside here too, Captain?” Dvagh asked once the two of them had stopped in front of a wide, two-storey metal building with no sign over the entrance. He'd stood in the street while she'd been in old Bel's shop, haggling with him over the sum he should pay her for the six energy converters. It hadn't taken her long to get him to raise the price from five-hundred credits to six, with a blowjob thrown in to sweeten the deal, and she'd left his store with 6600 credits to spend on a new drive core, and a bellyful of alien cum.

“Thanks, but I shouldn't have any trouble making it back to the Lady from here,” Samantha replied, before the curvy blonde's lips curved themselves into a playful smile, “And besides, Rebecca's probably wondering where you've gone.”

Grinning and nodding at Samantha, Dvagh turned round and walked back towards the ship, while she stepped into the building.

As always, Potter Corben's repair shop was a display of organized chaos, with shelves and workbenches littered throughout the room that made up one half of the ground-floor, all of them weighed down by a mix of spare parts both new and used, as well as plenty of junk. Standing behind a workbench placed not far from the entrance and littered with various tools, working on what looked like the dismantled speeder engine, was Potter Corben himself.

“Yeah?” Seeing that it was a hooded stranger had entered his shop, Corben wrapped one of his big, heavy hands round an equally big, heavy monkey wrench that had been laying on the workbench. People who didn't already know it had a hard time telling that Corben was one half Ainen, as although he was certainly built as one and had pretty coarse facial features for a human, his skin tone was usually more yellowish, only appearing a dull shade of green in a certain light.

“Hi Corben,” Samantha purred, and removed the scarf before pulling down her hood.

“Samantha,” As soon as he recognized who it was, Corben let go of the wrench and had the big, rough features of his face form into a smile that reached from ear to ear. Samantha, meanwhile, let her gaze drop down along Corben's tall, muscular body as soon as he'd turned towards her, her eyes ending up fixated on the bulging shape running down the inside of his right thigh, and which was already starting to grow thicker and longer inside his cargo pants, “What brings you here?”

“The Lady's drive core needs to be replaced. Think you've got a spare cruiser-class one in here somewhere?”

“I do. It'll cost you 7000 though.”

“I was thinking six...”

“The cost for the drive alone is almost that,” Although he was objecting to the price she'd offered him, Corben was still smiling. He knew just as well as she where this was leading, which was why he was already kicking his boots off.

With a sultry smile and a quick flick of her wrist, Samantha untied her cloak, letting it fall off her and revealing what she was wearing underneath. Her huge, perfect tits were contained, albeit just barely, inside a white top that ended just above her bellybutton, and the v-neck of which showed off an ample amount of deep, narrow cleavage, while her nipples poked hard against the flimsy fabric. Below the chest, the only thing Samantha was dressed in was a pink thong, the front of which was only just wide enough to cover her already wet cunt, while the back was nothing more than a piece of string that only covered her puckered little bunghole and otherwise left her ass exposed so that nothing would obscure how its already alluring form was accentuated further by the five-inch heels that she had on, and which gave her enough of a boost that she was almost as tall as Corben's six feet and five inches. Glancing towards his crotch again, Samantha smiled at how much bigger that bulge had suddenly become.

“Six thousand credits,” Placing her hands on her hips, Samantha pushed out her chest and gave Corben the next part of her offer, “And I'll suck your cock.”

“I don't know, it still sounds like I'm being ripped off,” Corben paused to pull his stained white t-shirt over his head, making Samantha whimper with lust upon being confronted with his barrel chest and a stomach packed with hard, bulging muscles, “Six thousand credits, and I get to dump a load in all three of your holes, with you using your hot little mouth to suck me hard after each one.”

“Deal,” Samantha nodded, and could feel the juices seeping out of her pussy start soaking through the thin front of her thong.

“Good,” Grinning, Corben unbuttoned his trousers, “Now get out of that outfit, my little fuckdoll whore, and I'll try to decide which hole I'm going to start with.”

Samantha whimpered with lust once again, partly because of Corben's words, partly because of what he was going to do to her, and partly because he'd just pulled out his fat, fourteen-inch monster of a cock and had it pointing straight at her as it drooled out precum.